Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Russian Tattoos: Prisoner by Kat Shehata

Title: Prisoner
Author: Kat Shehata
Series: Russian Tattoos #2
Genre: New Adult, Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 2, 2016

Summary:
American tennis player Carter Cook is being held prisoner by the Russian mafia…

Carter is the obsession of mob boss Vladimir Ivanov, a man she once loved. Now a mafia war has erupted on his home turf, and Vladimir’s enemies have put a bounty on her head to force him to surrender. If she is captured, his rivals will deliver a deadly ultimatum—his life in exchange for hers. The price for Carter’s freedom is Vladimir’s blood.

Vladimir holds ultimate power as godfather of the Ivanov Bratva…

He spent five years in a Siberian prison camp and has earned every tattoo inked into his skin. He is a powerful man who rules his crew with an iron fist.

But his enemies have discovered his only weakness—Carter. Vladimir knows if she stays in his world, he is handing her a death sentence, so he vows to get her home and never interfere in her life again. Giving up the woman he loves is the only way to protect her from the bad guys—including himself.

Vladimir’s rivals have a different plan for the ill-fated couple…

Some punishments are worse than death, and the head of the Ovechkin Bratva will go to any length to seek vengeance and inflict maximum suffering on Vladimir.

Carter may be Vladimir’s weakness, but she is also his only hope for survival. When the boss of the Ovechkin family threatens the man she loves, she must fight for Vladimir’s freedom before their rivals can deliver the fatal blow.

Love is blind—but it could also be deadly.


The thought of what the Russians were going to do to me made my stomach churn. I tried to slide down the chair to get away, but the guy clamped down on my shoulders and held me in place. I heard someone breathing a few feet in front of me and smelled the noxious odor of burning tobacco. The thug unraveled my blindfold, and a rush of bright fluorescent light cut across my face. As my vision came into focus, Boris’s black eyes fixated on me from across the barren concrete room.

“Welcome to Russia, lapsha.”

Boris. Sitting across from me. Vladimir’s right-hand man with the power to punish me in in every unspeakable way he could think of. I was trapped in a cold, cement cell with the monster who dominated my nightmares. Begging for mercy would only fuel his desire to watch me suffer a slow, agonizing death. My face burned. My body slumped forward. The guy behind me held my shoulders and brought me back to center. My chest heaved. I fought for air.

Boris spoke to my handler in Russian, which prompted him to remove the gag. I gasped and sucked in huge breaths of air in case it was taken from me again. Boris watched me struggle with the calculating eyes of a killer, enjoying my fruitless plight to stay alive. Once air filled my lungs and I caught my breath, I lashed out at my captor.

“Dad will report me missing. Everyone will know it was you.”

The guy behind me, who I still hadn’t seen, clicked his tongue, shoved the gag back in my mouth, and cranked it behind my head. I whimpered. The tough girl act wasn’t fooling anyone, not even me.

“Evidence left at the scene of the crime tells a different story.” Boris took a drag off his stogie. A ring of smoke hung above his head like a polluted halo. His lips curled into a sickening smile. “I warned you. I can make anyone disappear.”

Author Bio:
Kat Shehata’s  first career involved caring for exotic, dangerous, and adorable animals as a zookeeper. As an author, Kat weaves her love of animals into her work. She is the co-author of the New York Times bestselling children’s book Animals on the Other Side written with Sylvia Browne.

She is an avid tennis player and spends her free time playing matches in a recreational league in Cincinnati, Ohio. She holds a bachelor’s degree in theatre from Wilmington College, a professional writing certificate from the University of Cincinnati, and a master’s degree in creative writing from Spalding University.


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Steve Wade Mysteries by Iris Wynne

Author: Iris Wynne
Series: Steve Wade Mysteries #1-2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Dates: Missing Mah Jongg Player: May 27, 2015
Missing Housewife: February 15, 2016

The Missing Mah Jongg Player #1
Summary:
Steve Wade is an ex-cop with an ex-wife and girlfriends he could never commit to. Now he’s a private investigator known for his knack in solving crimes.

This handsome private eye never has a problem finding customers. His newest case involves five frantic Mah Jongg players who are in search of one of their players who disappeared after meeting a man on an Internet dating site.

Wade is reluctant to take the case, believing it to be just another woman not wanting to be found. But the Mah Jongg players are insistent that Marilou did not vanish on her own. In the meantime, they organize a Valentine’s speed-dating gig inviting all the suspects who dated Marilou in an attempt to find her.

As he watches the dinner play out he begins to realize she may not have gone willingly when all the suspects are before him. He even hires his sometime drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend for the event to lure the culprit out into the open. Steve just hopes no one goes home with a potential killer.

Wade has to work fast as the case begins to unravel when lies and betrayal become evident and the truth of what happened to Marilou becomes clear. Will he be able to find the suspect before they choose another victim? This may be his biggest challenge yet.


The Missing Housewife #2
Summary:
Steve Wade is an ex-cop and now private investigator. His reputation for solving crimes is growing.

His newest client is a man charged with a murder he says he did not commit. The convict's sister has evidence that the person he supposedly murdered is alive and living somewhere in Shanghai after an old classmate of hers sees a double of the murdered victim while touring parts of Asia.

Is the murder victim, a woman, really alive and the man charged with her murder innocent?

Steve does not know what to think. Should he believe a convicted killer who was once a drug addict living on the streets? Steve however does not want an innocent man to spend the rest of his life in jail.


It's a dilemma he must think through and to try to prove the convicted murderer's innocence.


The Missing Mah Jonng Player #1
Marilou Dickson was sitting at the bar, sixty miles away from Toronto on a Saturday night waiting for her date. The only problem was she didn’t know who he was. She got in touch with him on an online dating site and his picture looked great, even though he was much younger than her. A full head of dark hair, straight nose, large hazel eyes and great abs from a previous picture he sent her. She imagined his strong arms wrapped around her as he made love to her. She was tired of being alone as age and beauty were slowly taking its toll while drinking and smoking was becoming an obsession that a good man could help her control.

The noise in the bar was unbearable and she was dying for a cigarette. At least in the old days before cell phones and Internet, you could smoke. The place was packed with pretty girls in floozy outfits, some displaying unwanted flesh. Youth could get away with many things and the sleazier you got, the more attention from the men.

It was like that years ago before marriage and grown kids.

Her phone buzzed which made her spill her drink on her new gold cashmere sweater.

“Damn!” she said.

“May I buy you another drink?”

She looked up and there was her man, looking better in person.

“Hi!” she said tying not to slur her words.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered to her.

“What about my drink?”

“Let’s go to my place.” He smiled as his white teeth flashed at her.

She wanted to stay here and enjoy the bar and perhaps dance. She wasn’t ready to go to his place yet. She sighed and smiled up at him.

“Why don’t we just stay here?”

“You’ll get too drunk.”

She grinned at him, thrilled that he should be so concerned about her. Her phone buzzed again. She gave him a shrug.

“Sorry–I may as well answer this or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

She was going to tell him her friends were worried about her, warned her about going out with strangers–blah-blah. She decided not to say anything. She noticed that his hair was an unnatural black hue, almost like a wig. She wouldn’t care less if he was bald–didn’t men understand that? His glasses were tinted unable to really see the color of his eyes. Something in the pit of her stomach was telling her something was off. She answered her phone walking a distance away from him and the bar. He was watching her though, his look almost a leer. Perhaps it was because she was drunk that she thought this. Nevertheless she would not leave alone and go back into an empty house especially on a Saturday night.

“Marilou is that you?” Harriet said, her voice full of concern.

“What’s up, I’m in the middle of a date.”

“Just checking to see if you’re okay.”

“I’m fine really, you don’t have to worry.”

“Where are you?”

“Outside of Toronto.”

“What!”

“Harriet, I’m a big girl.”

She glanced over at him. He bought a drink and was sipping it rather quickly. He was watching her so she waved to him.

“What does he look like?”

“I don’t know, he’s wearing a dark wig and glasses.”

“Marilou, that is not a good sign.”

Harriet could hear a deep voice asking her friend something.”

“Gotta go Harriet, see you Monday night.”

There was a click and the line went dead.

The Missing Housewife #2
She had left her group and her husband in order to go to the Peace Hotel washroom which was one of or perhaps even the nicest washroom she had ever seen. Its decor was all black and white marble with gold faucets matching the gold chandeliers along the walls that lit the room. Each toilet had its own cubicle and a shiny black door. American style—no hole in the ground—to every tourist’s delight.

And that is when she saw her.

Connie stared at the woman beside her who was washing her face. A ghost from the past; a woman who was ostensibly dead four years ago. She blinked back at the woman a few times. She hadn’t seen her in over ten years. She had known her since childhood which was embedded forever as a memory.

And Connie Stern’s memory was exceptional. She was the type of person who never forgot a face.

The woman beside her was tall and slim. Her hair, once a shiny dark hue, was now peppered with gray. But those eyes were the same, an unusual dark green that glowed like emeralds. That was her trademark along with her natural beauty. She was the second child of a famous music producer from Toronto. His five beautiful daughters had lived in Rosedale, one of the wealthiest areas in Toronto. The youngest three were from another marriage, but they all lived together in harmony with the second wife, or so the story goes.

If that was Patricia Gold, she would be in her forties and the woman across from her was definitely that age. Her attractiveness was gone, though, after years of living on the street.

It had been a surprise in the community, to say the least, when she left her husband and children in search of drugs. Connie could not believe it when it happened. She had known Patricia well growing up and never saw a sign of it, of the unhappiness or the addiction to drugs. She did know, however, that Patricia wanted to be thinner so she could model. She glanced at her again. The woman glimpsed back at her briefly as she washed her hands.

Connie thought of Patricia's husband, whom she knew in high school. He was popular and could pick any girl he wanted. When they married, she and Patricia were no longer friends which always happened in a big city. Different universities, new jobs, and location changes all caused people to make new friends. Nevertheless, they were the perfect couple, everyone thought. Connie always had fond memories of her.

Connie put her hands in the dryer, peering over at the woman again. She remembered one of the last times seeing her. It was years ago when she and her own husband were walking their kids in strollers when Patricia and her husband drove by and asked them for directions to the nearest park. Their children were sitting in the back seat, silently staring up at them. It was only Connie who had recognized them but said nothing as her husband rambled off the directions. Too much time had passed for either of them to say anything. Everyone looked different with age anyway. Still, she never forgot a face.

Another time, she had seen her at a bar midtown, around Yonge and Eglinton. Connie and two of her friends had decided to go out on the town without kids or spouses, like old times. She hated it though, missing her husband and children, and was just as happy to be home with them. Let the singles have the single life, she had thought. But she did see Patricia Gold there, all dressed up, looking lovely, holding a drink with another old friend who Connie also knew in high school. Her friend was a runner and to this day would be seen running down Avenue Road as if the devil was trying to catch up to her.

And that was the last time she saw Patricia, until now, that is, if it was her.

She held her breath. “Patricia?”

The woman looked up and turned to her with a frown.

“Patricia Gold, is that really you?”

The woman’s green eyes opened wide along with her mouth. She stared back for a second and then ran out of the washroom, leaving Connie staring back at the swinging door. Connie put her hands down on the white granite sink and wondered, of all things, if the sink was real gold, gold plated or just painted gold. The chandeliers flickered and her reflection staring back at her in the mirror looked flushed and confused. Did she see a ghost or was it a double? She did what the other woman did and rinsed her face. She was wrong—she had hoped—and shook her head trying to ignore what had just happened. She would continue her vacation and carry on as if nothing had happened.

Author Bio:
Iris has always wanted to be a writer even before her six-year-old daughter would sneak downstairs and read aloud her stories on the computer as she would type away. Iris has proof of this in an out dated filing cabinet crammed with old manuscripts and short stories in big binders containing historical romance, mysteries, even fantasy.

When she is not working at her computer waiting for a story to come to life, she is busy dog walking, or organizing a game of Mah Jongg and of course reading.

Iris lives in Toronto, Canada with her husband. Her children live on their own and her parents are relieved to receive a text message from them now and then.





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Afterlife by Sandy Goldsworthy

Title: Afterlife
Author: Sandy Goldsworthy
Series: Afterworld Saga #2
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Young Adult
Release Date: August 29, 2016
Publisher: Clean Teen Publishing
Summary:
AFTERLIFE is the highly anticipated sequel to AFTERMATH by Sandy Goldsworthy. This exciting Young Adult mystery romance is a must-read.

Everything seems perfect for Emma Bennett—she has a new set of friends she adores and a boyfriend she is crazy about. But when Emma sees a picture of her hunky boyfriend kissing another girl, she begins to question if his love for her is real. As she searches for the truth, will Emma be exposed to the dangers of another world?

Ben Parker enjoys the role of high school student and boyfriend to the love of his existence. Juggling his social life with his job in the Afterworld’s Bureau of Investigation is supposed to be easy for the decorated undercover agent. But when some kid captures a photo of him in a precarious position, he’s faced with lying to his girlfriend or erasing her memory. Instead, Ben makes the worst decision of his career. Now, forced to face the consequences, he loses the only thing that matters to him—Emma.

When seemingly insurmountable obstacles separate the lovers, will the two soul mates be able find their way back to each other?


Kaleidoscope 
“Do you remember Emma?” Lucas asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” Abe held my hand. I remembered meeting him at Ray’s auto body shop, although I could have sworn he looked different. Shorter hair, maybe?

“Nice to see you,” I answered, returning his welcoming smile.

“Lucas, did you ever meet my brother, Henrik?” Abe asked.

“Call me Henry,” he said. He shook hands with Lucas first, then reached for my hand and kissed it gently. “Very lovely to meet you, Miss Emma.” He had a hint of an accent. Even though they both looked like they were mid-twenties, Henry acted much older.

I blushed. That kind of attention might be common wherever he came from, but not here in Westport.
“You’re adorable. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, darlin’.”

Drew returned with a tray full of shots before I had time to answer Henry. After introductions, Lucas gave a toast and everyone drank back the whiskey. I didn’t want one, but I drank it anyway. Actually, I choked on it. I didn’t think any of the guys noticed until Henry put his hand on the small of my back and asked if I was okay.

“Yes. Thank you.”

When I looked up at him, I realized he had a beautiful set of ice-gray eyes. The colors were piercing. Shades of white intermixed with hints of silver and turquoise. The longer I stared, the more the hues changed. Blues faded and whites darkened. Chills ran up my arms, but I couldn’t look away. I strained to keep my eyes open despite how heavy my eyelids felt.

A tingling swept over me until I was completely relaxed.

Like a kaleidoscope, Henry’s eye colors swirled. His pupils dilated.

I closed my eyes and saw a young woman with long, brown hair running through tall grass on a sunny afternoon. I felt the warmth on my skin, tilting my head back to catch the rays. I was tired.

Was I floating?

“Emma, can I get you something to drink?” Abe asked. His hand was on my arm. Stunned, I stared up at him. Did I just fall asleep?

I shook my head quickly. “I’m okay,” I mumbled. My eyes were dry and sore, and the strange sensation, the warm, comforting feeling I had, was gone.

Did I just imagine that?




Nightmare
Darkness surrounded me.

The tick and clink of metal on metal sounded. Then there was silence. I leaned forward and felt the restraint of something binding. I pushed forward again and reached my hands out in front of me. Feeling the steering wheel and dashboard, I realized I was in a car, but where?

A woozy wave of fear and anxiety overcame me.

My heart raced. I knew I had been chased and ended up here. I just couldn’t recall how, or who was chasing me. I strained to remember, but all that returned was a feeling of being tracked and hunted.

Thoughts swirled in my mind. I was pinned in a vice of plastic and steel.

Were they still after me?

Despite being wedged in the driver’s seat, I didn’t feel any pain. Not even a headache.

A flash of lights illuminated my surroundings. I was down an embankment in a car I didn’t recognize. Noises on the road above me distracted my thoughts.

Rescue was on its way.

“Help!” I screamed. “Down here!”

The silhouette of a man appeared beside the broken guardrail. The shape of a trench coat and a fedora was a familiar sight. He stood in front of the headlights yards away from me as I pounded on my window.

When he didn’t move, I reached for the door handle. With both hands, I felt around. There was nothing where the handle should be.

Panic set in and my heart pounded.

“Help! I’m trapped,” I cried as my fist made contact with the steamed window of the driver’s side door.
When the man finally moved, he got back in his car and drove away.

“No! Please don’t leave,” I mumbled, hearing my voice aloud.

I awoke in a cold sweat with my dog, Chester, nudging my clutched fist.

The room was dark, and the clock flashed two in the morning. It took me a few minutes to understand I was in my bed, and that the vivid, scary accident was just a dream.

I rolled over. When my heart stopped racing, I dozed off again. 



What is your writing inspiration?
That’s an interesting question. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been inspired to write. In high school, my English teacher didn’t love the assignment I turned in. I thought it was perfect—just what she was looking for. It wasn’t.

The assignment was to describe a house. I wrote that the door was red. My teacher didn’t like just red. She wanted to really “see” the red. It was a turning point for me. Instead of being a chore, writing was something I enjoyed. It was an art to me.

Every time I read a good book, I get inspired to write. Great characters and twisting plots motivate me to craft my story—to take it to the next level.

Aftermath started when the character of Ben Parker came to life. About five years ago, I had a very vivid dream of a train derailment. Railcars tumbled off a ridge, landing on top of each other in a ravine. In my dream, there was a young man that appeared untouched by the accident. Once everything settled, he pulled the victims from the crash site and escorted them to the afterworld. I still remember waking up, my heart pounding in my chest.



Author Bio:
Sandy Goldsworthy was raised in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, blocks from the rocky shores of Lake Michigan. As a child, she fantasized about becoming an author. She jotted story lines in spiral notebooks and drew images of characters that never came to life. Her passion for putting pen to paper began when her high school English teacher inspired her to be more descriptive in her work. Ever since, Sandy dabbled in creative writing, searching for that perfect shade of red and that character you want to get to know.

A graduate from the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh, Sandy is the YA author of the paranormal romance series, The Afterworld Saga. She spends her days managing corporate client programs, and her nights and weekends drafting new plot lines in spiral notebooks. She resides in southeastern Wisconsin with her husband, two children, and an energetic puppy. Learn more at her website.


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Monday, August 29, 2016

Monday's Montage Mantlepiece: Erotically Incorrect Box Set


Title: Erotically Incorrect
Authors: Cherime Macfarlane, Xaviera Snow, RE Hargrave
Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough, JD Frettier, Teri Riggs, Ella Medler
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
Cover Design: The Graphics Shed

Summary:
The Crazy Lady Authors bare it all!

It’s hot, sexy, sweaty, smelly…wait! What? It’s Erotically Incorrect, that’s what it is! Let’s face it, sex isn’t always pretty. In fact, it’s often weird, hilarious, and downright awkward! What really happens when couples sneak a little ‘sexy time’ in between work and the kids, without Barry White playing in the background, when the participants have cellulite, unshaved legs, and may be falling asleep on the job? You get one funny, in-your-face look at the erotic escapades of every woman! From high drama to hijinks, meet the non-leading lady, leading ladies of Erotically Incorrect. We’re keeping it real! Trust us, we’ve been there, done that. There are probably pictures…maybe!

Heat Level: Hot! Grown folks language and situations. Not your grandma’s box set…unless your grandma is a real pip!

Stories Included:
Price of the Little Blue Pill by Cherime MacFarlane
If they have to spend their thirtieth wedding anniversary on the garage floor, Andy wants to do a bang-up job. Getting it up and doing it right is getting harder by the day. But his beloved wife, Sugar, doesn’t want him taking the little blue pill.How much can Andy sneak past her? What is the little blue pill going to cost him? Sugar knows her man is up to something. Between his problem with their son-in-law and the escalating pain of an old injury, things are about to come to a head …on the garage floor."

Hiring John by Xaviera Snow
Britain St. James has it all, except for a man! As her job sends her across the 'pond' to Sin City, U.S.A., she comes to the shocking conclusion that at age 40, she's quite lonely. So what's a proper British career woman to do while in Las Vegas? Hire a male escort, of course! What could possibly go wrong?

No Reservations by RE Hargrave
Selena and Dakota Derringer have been trying to get pregnant for a year without much luck. When their latest test is once again negative, instead of letting it get them down they accept an invitation from old friends for an adult weekend away.

Selena’s former college roommate Trinity Marshall and her husband Joey are both thrill seekers. In and out of the bedroom. When the couple suggest more than wine and talking for the weekend’s activities, will the Derringer’s accept their friends’ special proposition?

Sometimes in life you need to throw caution to the wind and let go. Be adventurous. Have no reservations.

Found at Last…Again! by Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough
When Josie Jackson looks in the mirror, she doesn't recognize the stranger staring back at her. Her youthful vibrancy is gone, she can't fathom why her sexy husband has any interest in her. With her and Mattie Jackson's fifteenth wedding anniversary coming up, Josie discovers that her husband has a business trip planned for that same week. She's crushed, and has to face the fact that their marriage is in a rut, and she needs to do something to pull them both out of it.

When Josie finds out that his business trip is in Paris, France, the place where they honeymooned, and overhears a conversation, insinuating that he is having an affair, Josie loses it. Immediately, she begins plotting wicked ways to make Mattie pay dearly for ruining everything they've built together. Feeling betrayed, she must decide whether to fight for her man or take him for everything he's got! With the help of her cousin, Caleb, Josie comes up with a plan. With his own secret to hide, one which he fears may cause him to lose Josie forever, poor Mattie doesn't even see it coming, and knowing his wife's fiery temper, he doesn't stand a chance!

Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine by J.D. Frettier
The year is 1969. Though there is war and unrest in the world, on August 15th, on a farm in upstate New York, a little concert will go down in history as the most famous music festival of our time: Woodstock. It also happens to be the day Bonnie McMillan and Peter Hampton meet and begin their free-spirited love-filled journey with each other. Fast forward forty-seven years. Bonnie unexpectedly passes after a night of hot sex and is whisked up to Purgatory, ‘The Green Room’ as they call it. Bonnie’s best friend meets her at the pearly green gates and the fun begins, from body sculpting to channeling. Follow Bonnie on her erotically incorrect quest to re-connect with the love of her life. Or at the very least, make sure the sex toys are hidden before the kids start sorting through her things!

Sex in the Crazy Zone by Teri Riggs
Ten years into their marriage, the love Ben and Angie have for each other is stronger than ever. They’re living the dream. They have a nice house in the suburbs. Ben drives a Mercedes Benz, Angie a child-safe SUV. Ben is a busy prosecuting attorney. Angie is taking time off to focus on raising their four energetic kids and the family’s two elephant-sized dogs. Life is good. Or is it? With demanding schedules, and the kids and dogs insistent on sleeping with them, their sex life is practically non-existent. Always up for a challenge, Ben dreams of a few creative ways to keep their sex life alive and kicking. Will Angie go along with his ingenious plans for sex in the crazy zone, or leave Ben with a bad case of blue balls?

New Tricks: Plan A by Ella Medler
Emma worries her marriage will become humdrum and insipid now that the children have flown the nest. Fretting over it won't make it better, though. Action will. Jonathan wants to surprise his wife with a romantic getaway now that he's got her all to himself. But judging by her plans for rejuvenating their marriage, it looks like she's considered leaving him—that's her Plan D. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so Jonathan goes along with Emma's suggestions in order to win back her love. Plan A sounds exciting, and Plans B and C are not bad either. Plan D might never happen… if he survives Plan A first.



Romantically Incorrect
Summary:
Fall Crazy in Love with the Crazy Lady Authors

Not just crazy, but certifiable! Presenting ‘relatable romances’ for every woman. Falling in love takes the scenic route in this box set of sweet, hilarious, and downright awkward romances. Prepare to laugh, cry, and snort with these Romantically Incorrect couples. They are us, and we are them, and that’s why we love them so! The Crazy Lady Authors have done it again with this perfectly imperfect box set of love stories gone wrong, gone crazy, and finally, gone straight to your heart! 
Heat Level: Sweet. Grandma would approve.

Stories Included:
Queen Midas in Reverse by Diane Rinella
Binding Contracts by Holly Barbo
Hattie Makes a Deal by Jayne Hyatt
Father Made Me Do It by Jami Brumfield
The Father-in-Law Effect by Cherime MacFarlane
Calamity June by Ella Medler


Author Bios:
Cherime MacFarlane
A prolific multi-genre author, she has a broad range of interests that reflect her, been there-done that, life. Romance, Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Paranormal, all sorts of characters and plots evolve from a vivid imagination.

I came to Alaska kicking and screaming in 1976, and I never want to leave. I cut firewood on shares for money to get through the winter. I swore I would not live above the Alaska Range because it was too cold there and wound up in the Copper River Basin where it got just a cold as Fairbanks.

My second husband, a Scot from Glasgow, was the love of my life. When I write Scots dialect, I experienced hearing it from my in-laws. When my husband got on the phone to Scotland after five seconds, I could hardly understand a word. I was my second husband's chief mechanic's helper and roadie.
I live in a cabin which is slowly being surrounded by the city and wish I was further out. My two cats and Husky-Collie mix dog are happy in our little slice of heaven called Alaska. In the silence of winter dreams of people and places provide a rich pool of ideas to delve into.

Xaviera Snow
Xaviera Snow is the pen name, the nom de plume if you will, of Michele E. Gwynn, author of The Checkpoint, Berlin Detective Series, Harvest Trilogy, Angelic Hosts Series, and several stand alones. A freelance journalist in San Antonio, Texas, Gwynn contributed articles online to Examiner.com, and several magazines and blogs to include Film Industry Network, the former Yahoo Voices, FashionErotica.com, and more.

However, she discovered it's fun to write that which can set the mind, heart, and lingerie of choice...aflame! And since writers don't wish to confuse readers when switching over into this genre, a pen name is often a great way to enter into the forbidden zone of hot and bothered erotica. It's like donning a mask at a ball and going incognito. We all know who wears the mask, but the fun is in forgetting, and becoming someone else for just a little while.

So, meet Erotica Author Xaviera Snow; a world-traveled nanny, and Jane of all trades who explores her sexuality at each new posting. Knowing she won't be in one place too long allows her to let go her inhibitions, and open herself to erotic opportunities. And she kept a diary...

RE Hargrave
Domestic engineer. Author. Burgeoning editor. And quite possibly certifiable. Believing every story can shine bright with a bit of tenacious tough love, R.E. Hargrave is thorough and to the point. An international bestselling author, she takes storytelling and manuscript polishing seriously, working with her authors and on her own creations to ensure they come to life, crawling from the pages and into the reader’s souls.

Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native 'mutt,' she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.

Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough
Jennifer Bryan Yarbrough is the author of the Porter Kingston Series. Lost and Found is her first published novel in this series. Other books in the series are Found By Love (Book 2), Found at Last (Book 3) and her recently released book, Eden's Kiss (Book 4).

Jennifer also writes under the name J B Yarbrough for teens. You can check out her short story under that name, The Tree House, on Amazon.com.

Jennifer currently resides in Oklahoma where she was born and raised and lives with her husband and 3 children. When she isn't writing she is spending time with her family or reading and finding new authors to love.

JD Frettier
JD Frettier is the nom de plume of USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot. Being a child of the 1960’s and Woodstock era, she was elated when a quirky couple spoke to her, requesting their love story be told. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse and so decided to venture into the world of paranormal via “channeling” with her debut novella, Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine. JD’s laptop and mind are now open to new characters, and she’s already interviewed a new character for a future project.

Teri Riggs
As a child, USA Today Bestselling Author, Teri Riggs, made up her own bedtime stories. When her children came along, Teri always tweaked the fairy tales she told her daughters, giving them a bit more punch and better endings when needed.

Now she spends her days turning her ideas into books. She lives in Marietta, GA with her husband.

She writes romantic suspense.

Ella Medler
Ella Medler is a U.K. author and editor. She writes fiction in many genres in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English and ignores the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books are action-driven, and well-developed characters are her forte. Loves: freedom. Hates: her inner censor.


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