Monday, February 29, 2016

Cover Reveal: Two New Contemporary Romance Novels Covers


Meddlesome Matchmaker. Isn't that a great name for a romance series?

Here's a first look at Joselyn Vaughn's beautiful new covers.



Hauntings of the Heart
A Meddlesome Matchmaker Novel

When lost love shows up on your doorstep, what do you do?  Minnie Schultz slams the door in his face. She and Gordon Anderson have a history—close to ancient history, given the fifty years since their last encounter. After all that time, it might seem like water under the bridge. But the water pours from the plumbing in Minnie’s bed and breakfast, the Lilac Bower, uncovering all the secrets and heartache between them. With the help of some paranormal investigators, an Elvis impersonator and a couple of nosey friends, can Minnie and Gordon find the future they were meant to have?


Other books in the Meddlesome Matchmakers series: Climbing Heartbreak Hill and Sucker for a Hot Rod


Climbing Heartbreak Hill
A Meddlesome Matchmaker Novel

Professional runner, Ryan Grant, blows out his knee training for another attempt at the Boston marathon and the dreaded Heartbreak Hill. Ryan retreats home, not looking for anything more than a fast recovery, but he finds solace in the arms of his tax preparer, Tara Mansfield.
Tara’s cheerleading career ended abruptly and she faces an upward climb beating the stereotype as dumb blonde in her new calling as an accountant. Framed with defrauding the IRS during the last weeks of the tax season, Tara’s tentative confidence is shaken, but Ryan coaches her in ensnaring the true perpetrator. She cheers him on in discovering his identity as a coach rather than an athlete.
With the help of the junkyard king and a mechanical bull, can Tara and Ryan find the courage to climb Heartbreak Hill together?

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Other books in the Meddlesome Matchmakers series: 
Hauntings of the Heart and Sucker for a Hot Rod


Thursday, February 18, 2016

New Young Adult Series from Jaclyn E.Brod


The Descendants Book One

Author: Jaclyn E. Brod

In the year 2030 a war is waged, and only one can save human kind, but will she die before she can save The world? 

Everything comes with a price, even if it isn’t what you expect.

Excerpt:
Genevieve. It was poor Genevieve who was blocking the front door with bruises adorning her flesh like a molting fledgling. Blood trickled down from the corners of her hazel eyes. Her arms were thrown out to her sides as if that motion alone could stop Theo’s guards and the Experiments.

“Move,” Jaxs hissed, her hands blazing with a midnight glow, but Theo stepped in front of her as fear for the heiress surged in his veins. He heard the safety of Sage’s gun switch from safe to fire. Genevieve said nothing; her knotted golden hair did not even twitch.

Hazel eyes bored into Theo, pleading for him to turn around and give up. He knew that this was the moment. This was the moment where he chose. He looked at Jaxs with the disheveled sneer hanging on her face with frightened eyes and then back Genevieve’s hardened visage.

“You could have come with us,” Theo muttered just loudly enough for her to hear. He knew that time had passed, that there was nothing that would change her mind now, but he had to be sure that this was what she wanted. The blood pouring from her eyes only increased as her eyes watered slightly. “We both know that is not true. You belong here. I belong here. The Confinement harbors souls, Theo, because we need to be kept safe from the world. You don’t know what you are getting into. You don’t know what that thing,” she gestured to Jaxs, “Will do to you. You don’t know what you are causing here, but I do. Stay here and trust me.” She held out a hand, ignoring the clatter of footsteps echoing down the hall toward them. Theo felt a vice tighten around his throat as he shook his head.

This was not the wonderful girl that he had come to know before. She was not the freedom loving, loyal soul that he once knew. “No, Genevieve.” He shook his head. “I don’t trust you.” The golden-haired young woman reached into her thin pocket and before anyone could stop her, she shoved a syringe into her own exposed neck. It was as if a bomb had gone off.

Manic laughter echoed off of the cobblestone floors of the castle and melded with the yells of approaching guards. Genevieve dropped her hands to her sides, her head twitching upon her neck as shadows fell over her face.

The once graceful mouth twisted into a maleficent sneer and hazel eyes glazed over with black pigment. “I will obey my Mother!” Genevieve said, or what was left of her. Theo took a step back in horror as thick blackened tendrils exploded throughout Genevieve’s body. Her delicate hands rose to the ceiling with smoke flying from her fingertips.

Her hysterical laughter revealed blackened, charcoal teeth just below the surface that housed bleeding gums. At some point in the transformation Jaxs had moved from her position behind Theo without him noticing. Her outstretched hands pushed him behind her as she let loose a surge of power directed at Genevieve.

There was nothing Theo could do except scream as Jaxs’s blast threw Genevieve to the ground. The former head guard just stared at her twitching body on the cold floor as Sage dragged him out the front door.

The five of them made it outside, but when the heavy door closed behind him Theo swore that he heard a weak, mournful whisper of, “I told you to be careful.” The door clicked shut.

Guards rushed into the room. Some ran to Genevieve’s fallen form, but they were quickly waved away by Dr. Grant. The foreboding woman crossed the lobby with her head held high, a cold mask settled over her face. She did not react. Stilettos clicked across the uneven cobblestone, echoing eerily across the floor. The stilettos dug into flesh as she stepped on her daughter’s shuddering body.

Blood washed over the bottom of Dr. Grant’s heels, which she ignored in favor of pulling open the door. The weeping willows were churning in the wind as Dr. Grant felt a snicker rise up in her throat. The darkened sky did not allow the woman to see the escapees, but she knew where they were going. A laugh permeated the silence of the outside world as she dug her heels into Genevieve’s flesh. Dr. Grant stood there for a moment before she looked down upon the girl.

“Get up, my love,” she cooed. “We have some work to do.” 

There was no hesitation. “Yes, Mother.”






Bio: Jaclyn E. Brod is a full time writer and student, currently going to school for medical billing as a background but her true passion is writing. She has one cat named Zazzie whos she loves more than anything and a fiancĂ© whos a cook and a gamer nerd. When Jaclyn Isn’t writing she is spending time with her best friends and her best friends children who she calls her niece and nephew. She is the author of the newly debut novel The Descendants. Many of her inspiration from stories comes from music and reading. And her biggest inspiration of all, Harry Potter.











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Monday, February 8, 2016

Devon's Choice: An Inspirational Romance


Devon’s Choice

Author: Catherine Bennett

Genre: Inspirational Romance

Back Cover Blurb:

Faith, love and a cup of coffee, can change everything.

Life holds no surprises for Devon Murphy. Her life consists of keeping tabs on her aging Irish father, working part time at a coffee shop, and building her online graphics design business. Devon’s only tricky situation is a shallow relationship with the pampered and affluent Michael Turner, who sees her as just another woman to conquer. 

Following his father’s death, Brandon’s only goal is to expand the family business and live life on his own terms. That is, until he walks into the coffee shop one snowy evening and meets the enchanting, red-haired barista behind the counter. But can Devon and Brandon’s attraction for each other be strong enough to help erase their deepest disappointments and renew their faith in God?


Excerpt:
 
Once they got to the park, Devon unhooked Bubby’s leash.  The dog ran in the snow and stopping abruptly he turned, tongue out and ears perked.  Brandon reached down, patted snow into a ball and threw it far beyond Bubby, who took off after it.  After a few more throws, they left the dog to himself and walked along the brick path to a bench.  Brandon brushed the snow off with his gloved hand and they sat down.  Bubby played some more, then lay with his head up and ears alert.
    
“I’m curious,” Brandon said, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.  “I may be out of line to ask you, but what kind of relationship do you have with this Michael guy?”  He looked sideways to see her worrying her bottom lip and hoped he was going to get a truthful statement.
    
“It’s pretty shallow, really.  We’ve never discussed being an exclusive couple. He travels a lot with his company and I figure he probably goes out with other women, and not just for business if you know what I mean.  Once he practically admitted to it.”
    
“What kind of job does he have?”    
    
Devon, who’d been watching the dog, turned to look at him.  “He’s the Executive Vice President for Turner Construction.  His father owns the company.”    
    
Brandon drew himself back.  “Turner Construction!  That’s the largest construction company in the Midwest.”    
    
“So, you’ve heard of it?”    
    
“Yes, my dad had some experience with them.”       
    
“So was it a good experience?”    
    
Brandon shrugged.  “I really couldn’t say.”  Then, hoping to refocus her attention, he asked,  “How’d you ever meet him anyway?” 
    
“He hit my car in a parking lot.  Not very romantic.”
    
Brandon looked over at her neutral expression.  Whatever kind of relationship she had with Michael Turner didn’t seem to be making her happy.  At that moment, all he wanted to do was to make her forget all about the jerk.
    
As if sensing him watching her, Devon turned her head enough to make eye contact with him.  The faint, milky glow from the streetlight showed enough of her features for him to see a soft blush warm her cheeks.  Under her dark lashes, he watched her sea green eyes glint invitingly as her soft lips turned up at the corners.  In that moment, his resolve to keep the date on a friendly level came crashing down.

On Writing Devon’s Choice:

The beginning of the book came to me while I was walking my black Labrador, Riley. It was winter and while Riley was nosing through the snowdrifts, I began to think about the small suburb in Columbus, Ohio where I grew up. My old house, the streets where I rode my bike, and walked home from school evolved into the backdrop for Devon and Brandon’s love story. 

Here's Riley's tale (as much as we know anyway):

My husband and I rescued Riley about 5 years ago (she was estimated to be about 2 years old). She'd been found tied to a dumpster in the winter (we live in Ohio so it was very cold) and taken to a shelter. A couple days before she was to be "put down", a rescue group came and took several dogs out of the shelter. I saw her beautiful picture on Petfinder.com and we went to meet her at the boarding facility. For me - and I think Riley too - it was love at first lick! 



Author Bio:

I currently live in Ohio with my husband and our two rescue Labradors. Some of my favorite things include reading, shopping, pepperoni pizza, Hershey bars and hanging out with my two grown sons. I also love dogs so going to the dog park is cheap entertainment for my husband and I!

Growing up an only child, I had many imaginary friends. I believe this - and a love of books - fueled my desire to write. It was many years later that my dream of becoming a published author came true.

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Thursday, February 4, 2016

3 Ways To Break a Love Spell

Antidotes to Binding Love Spells

Have you ever desired someone so much, you were willing to bind them to you with a love spell? Perhaps the thought of Valentine’s Day has you teetering on the moral edge. If so, remember: A love spell directed at a specific person will not result in true love. Instead, such spells create horrendous karma and bad fortune, and imperil the recipient.

Chances are, the object of a directed love spell will not realize what has occurred, though it may be painfully obvious to others. If you suspect a friend or family member has fallen victim to a directed love spell, turn to one of these ancient Plant magic antidotes.


    1.     Wear or Carry a Fresh Lily.
Lilies (Lilium) are feminine, and correspond to the moon and water. In medieval Great Britain, they were associated with the Virgin Mary and purity. Magically, lilies are used for protection and breaking love spells cast upon a specific person. Some lilies are poisonous.



2  2.     Wear or Carry Lotus Seeds or Pods.
The Lotus (Nelumbium nelumbo, Nymphaea nelumbo, Nelumbo nucifera, Nymphaea lotus) has been used for magical purposes dating back to the ancient Egyptians. Breathing in the lotus’s scent confers protection. Lotuses are feminine, and correspond to the moon and water. They not only break unwanted love spells, but also have magical lock- opening properties.



   3.     Eat Pistachios.
The belief in the love spell breaking properties of pistachios (Pistachia vera) hails from the Arab world. Pistachios are masculine, and correspond to Mercury and air. To break a love spell, pick a magical number of unshelled pistachios (such as seven, nine, or any number significant to you). As you break open the nuts, envision breaking the unwanted love spell. After all the shells have been broken, eat the nuts and discard the shells away from your home.



In Spell Check, Book One: The Teen Wytche Saga, The heroine is desperate to prevent a binding spell from being cast.


Bullies. A secret crush. A traitorous friend.

Halloween looms and so does the anniversary of Evie’s father’s death. She needs to pull herself together or she’ll lose her position as Yearbook Photo Editor, and suffer academic failure. Even worse, Evie will lose Jordan, her secret crush, if she can’t stop her friend Parvani from casting a love spell on him. Despite a falling out, Evie never forgot Jordan. Now they are lab partners and the chemistry between them definitely sparks. Parvani possesses a brimstone-hissing spell book and plans to cast the spell by Halloween. To save Jordan, Evie must join forces with Salem, the school goth.

The clock is ticking. Can Evie get her mojo back in time to check this spell?


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