Blog Tour ~ Edge of Truth by Natasha Hanova




Edge of Truth

By: Natasha Hanova

Published: June 6th, 2013 by Sapphire Star Publishing


Citizens who report to work on time, obey the Overlord’s laws, and stay off the Synbot’s radar, live long lives. Long, dull, monotonous lives.


It’s not a bad plan for someone with a hidden, emotion-based ability to trigger earthquakes. In a world pitted against her, sixteen-year-old Rena Moon strives for a life beyond working herself to death at the factory. Seeing an alternative, she risks selling relics from the forbidden lands at Market. It becomes the worst decision she ever made. Someone kidnaps her best friend in exchange for the one thing that would end her oppression.

Driven by loyalty, Rena and seventeen-year-old Nevan Jelani, soulful composer, green thumb extraordinaire, and the secret love of her life, plot to rescue her friend and reclaim her salvage. Still, the thought lingers whether Nevan is a true hero or another thief waiting for his chance at her loot. Events spin wildly, deepening Rena’s suspicions and pushing her limit of control. With more than her chance for freedom at stake, she must decide if she’s willing to kill to protect what’s precious to her. For once, the Overlord isn’t holding all the power, but can Rena live with being reduced to what she’s trying so hard to escape?


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Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Evolve Series by S. E Hall.

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Laney Walker is a quick witted, athletic, southern tomboy who lets few get too close, using her sarcastic zingers to deflect. She also has no idea how others view her since Evan, her best friend, has coveted her since they were children. But college puts a gap between Laney and Evan that neither of them were prepared for- old relationships are tested, new ones are formed and nothing will ever be the same.

Especially when in walks one Dane Kendrick, not at all the familiar, southern charmer of home, but an animal all his own.

A story of growing up, friendship, loyalty, first love, primal love…and life.

N/A Coming of Age- MATURE audiences.

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I will have to be honest and say I love this cover the best if I had to choose between this one and the other one. It is beautiful and describes one of Laney’s favorite past times.

Laney and Evan have known each other almost their whole lives from the time he moved next door and “saved” her from a bully. Only she didn’t see it like that of course. Throughout the years they have grown close, became best friends, have done everything together, and even started to plan their futures together by going to the same college. Laney has been brought up as a tomboy and athletic type, and had her dreams set up to go to GSU. Evan, was the guy that treated you like a lady and had a football scholarship. During their Senior year they decided to start taking their friendship a step further. However, due to an unfortunate incident Laney does not get accepted ( you will have to read this dear readers to find out what happened) and is stuck going to a college closer to home and far away from her boyfriend Evan.

Obviously as you can tell many obstacles can lead to issues for long distant relationships and they decide to stay best friends. Laney makes friends who are known as “the Crew” and let me tell you I adore this group of people they are amazing and definitely care for each other as friends should be. It is here where we meet the gorgeous brother Dane, and let me tell you he is definitely who I would pick. The way he looks out and even treats Laney, without the pushiness makes me fall even more for him. However, Laney has to make up her mind between Evan (a boy she has grown up with, and has his faults) and Dane ( a man she has known for a short time) ! Love triangle’s are always the hardest because you find certain parts in each that are better with one than the other. I truly feel sorry for Laney and the decision she has to make because this could be one of the hardest in her life. After reading this and because of what I know I would pick Dane, for the way he made her feel inside and out, no not because of the material things i really think that he has fallen in love with her and wants all her dreams to come true. READ IT TRUST ME YOU WILL SEE WHAT I MEAN!!!!
Through the whole book you can feel what each character is going through, each of the emotional times I was involved with them. I literally finished this book within a day because I didn’t want to put it down. I would recomend it, the Author has written it beautifully and has put a lot of emotions in her writing and I am ready to jump into reading book 2.

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“Last chance, Disney. Once I get a taste, I’m coming after you with everything I’ve got.”


Evan Allen is a handsome, athletic, southern gentleman who now attends Georgia Southern University for no good reason.

After what he expected to be the romantic gesture of the century, Evan is looking at no friends, a year of ineligibility on the football team, and no girl.

He’s starting over alone and doesn’t know quite how to proceed. Certain members of The Crew refuse to let him face things by himself, taking him under their wing, and it doesn’t take the ladies long to notice him, either.

Sometimes life doesn’t go as you had planned. Sometimes it goes better.

Embrace it.

Embrace, the second book in the Evolve Series by S.E. Hall, follows the characters from her debut New Adult romance, Emerge.teaser 2

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Even though I was for Dane in Book 1, I do have to feel sorry for Evan. He has lost almost everything including the girl he has known most of his life. However, in this second part we get to know more of Evan and he even has a second chance at love possibly. You read in this from his and also Dane’s point of view, definitely a different outlook than from Laney’s. I think everyone deserves a second chance, don’t you. Even though he still I think these covers are so gorgeous. S.E Hall is definitely a great author and is capable of writing anything that she desires in my opinion and can write from a women and a man’s point of view. I love the way that she is able to take any character and friendships that she weaves in the book to make her readers want to continue the journey and you can really connect with them. She brings to you romance, friendship, and the daily lives of the Crew. I would definitely recommend this series to everyone that is looking for a read! Can’t wait to read book 3 and continue with the amazing friendships and fun they bring to you
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Things heat up, and not just the Georgia summertime, when Dane and Laney go head to head over plans for her new duplex. But Laney’s got his number, and knows just how to coerce her bossy, domineering man. Spend the summer with the gang and find out…just how many is a crowd?

The members of the Evolve Crew are getting older; so is the content. Mature audiences recommended.

Optimal reading order: Emerge, Embrace, Entangled

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This is a sweet novella and let me tell you the author has not let you down with this short written book. While the time has started to pass us by a bit, Dane is still my thought of perfect combination between a sweet and sexy man. And also apparently for Laney, the author shows us the affection between both Laney and Dane throughout her stories and it definitely is hot in this one, but what is the hold up. That is what I am wondering, yes he is a little older than her, but she knows what she wants, yet he seems to be holding out!!! I love how the author keeps all of the crew involved in the story, specifically in this one Parker and Hayden while they are getting ready for their wedding. Definitely can’t wait until book 3 of the series and hope to find out the questions on what is going on with Sawyer because as of right now my heart is slowly breaking because he is definitely not the same fun person that you have seen. Lets just say you have got to read this series to understand these characters and form the bond that I have with them.


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S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 17 years and 3 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading.

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S.E. Hall is giving away 2 paperback of Emerge and 1 Dane Keychain and 1 Evan Keychain



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Is it possible to reduce the amount of workplace violence in an organization run by vampires and werewolves? Sofia Engle, the new Employee Relations Manager at Cader House Hospital is about to find out, and she may not like the answer, or the series of firsts she experiences: first human employee at Cader House, first day tardy, first kiss with a dead guy. Well, maybe kissing the dead guy wasn’t the worst of it after all.

For nearly 600 years Dragomir Petrescu has fought for The Alliance. As one of the most skilled warriors the Alliance has ever seen he’s killed a lot of people and won many difficult battles. But his newest human adversary is turning out to be a worthier opponent than any he’s met. Just the scent of her disarms him, never mind her endless policies and silly ideals about civility.

Can he possibly keep her safe from Alliance enemies, hospital employees and himself? The term Employee Relations is about to have a whole new meaning.

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Black Magic Rose Chapter One

“Dr. MacDuff to the ER! Stat! Dr. MacDuff to the ER! Stat!” The overhead page sounded for the third time in less than ten minutes. First calling Osgar, then Meg, now Dr. MacDuff. Whatever was happening in that ER must have been traumatic if they needed the head of security then the Director of Nursing and finally the Chief Medical Officer.

The young lab tech sitting across the desk from Sofia flinched and glanced toward the door, then he fidgeted in his chair. Tears welled in his eyes.

“Patrick, though you’ve been doing fine in this interview, I want to remind you this is just a job, not a gladiator challenge. No need to cry.”

He swiped the tear away. “You don’t understand. Cader is the most secure hospital in Rhode Island. I need to be here. And I’ll devote myself to this place. Forever.” He folded his hands as if praying to the hiring gods. “This is where I belong.”

He was right. Cader House Hospital was the most stable hospital and the oldest and the smallest and the only one Sofia knew of whose entire staff was currently comprised of werewolves and vampires and her. Who’d have thought little Wooddale could be so exciting?

“Ms. Engle, when can I start?” Patrick slid his certification across the desk. “And here’s my reference list. Charlie knows me and Donald Cooper, your lab manager, is a friend of my family. He’ll vouch for me. He’ll tell you he wants me here.” He grabbed Sofia’s hand. “When can I start?”

There wasn’t any reason why she wouldn’t hire him based on the interview. He was certainly eager, and clearly, this was where he wanted to be. “Patrick, let me check your references. I’ll call you by the end of the week.”

“End of the week? Can’t you finish them today? I can call Charlie and Donald now. They can tell you I’m really a good worker, and I’ll do anything needed.”

“What else is going on, Patrick?” Recruitment had been a very easy task at Cader. Applicants were literally banging the door down to get into the place. However, Cader did have some very discriminating practices.

For example, you practically had to be superhuman to survive working here.

“I know Dr. MacDuff wants you to hire more humans, but Charlie said you’d still consider me.” Patrick bit his lip.

It was true. Dr. MacDuff wanted to change the hiring practices and bring on more humans. This was the major goal of Sofia’s employment and her second biggest challenge. Dr. MacDuff’s love of humans spawned the theory that vampires and werewolves should be able to work side by side for extended periods with humans without any unfortunate mishaps.

“Yes, well. I have to hire the best person for the job, human or otherwise.” She could barely believe she’d heard herself say those words. Female or otherwise. Black or otherwise. Those were classifications she was familiar with. Human or otherwise was an altogether different perspective.

“I was a patient here once.” Patrick stared toward the door. “Got good care, too.”

“I’m glad to hear you had a good experience.” Sofia knew all too well how good the care was at Cader. It was only days before she’d been recruited to work here that she’d been taken to the ER by ambulance. She’d managed to thwart the burglar but not without sustaining a concussion and several bruised ribs.

The memory of that night made her pulse quicken. Until that attack in her own home, she’d always felt safe.

Patrick picked up the phone on Sofia’s desk. “Just call Donald, Ms. Engle. He’ll tell you he wants me to start tonight. I swear.” He shoved the phone toward Sofia.

She kept her attention on Patrick, ignoring the phone he’d placed less than three inches from her face. The young werewolf sighed and replaced the receiver in its cradle, then sagged into the chair.

Being the only human employee here was so far not only a new experience, but odd to say the least. She’d never had a job where she lived with the weird feeling that everyone thought she smelled way too good.

“I need to be here. Please, Ms. Engle. It’s not safe for me anywhere else.” Staring down at the desk with shoulders slumped, he mumbled, “My family’s gone. Bas Dubh killed them all. I’ll be dead by nightfall if you don’t help me.” He lifted his head and tears streamed from his sad blue eyes.

If there’s one thing Sofia was not, it was a hard-ass. In spite of what every employee and manager in the world thought of every Human Resources professional, Sofia was not mean.

And she certainly wouldn’t be responsible for anyone’s death, not at the hands of another human or Bas Dubh.

“Okay. Wait in the lobby down the hall. I’ll see what I can do.” She handed him a tissue. “And stop crying. This is a job interview. There’s no crying in job interviews.”

Less than an hour later Patrick’s references were complete, he’d filled out all the employment paperwork, and was downstairs in the ER waiting to be seen for his employment health screening. His new residence was listed as Cader House and his training would begin in the evening.

Sofia had wrapped up her day and was headed for the door in hopes of avoiding Dr. MacDuff, who’d been paged down to the ER once again. No such luck. And their argument from early that morning continued. “But Dr…”



“Sofia, no. If you want to avoid having a guard, then reconsider my offer of housing here at Cader.” Dr. MacDuff stopped walking to level a stern gaze at her.

“No,” she answered without a second’s hesitation.

“Then that’s the last I’ll say about this.” Dr. MacDuff walked away, leaving Sofia standing in the hospital’s lobby, coat hanging open, handbag and lunch box slung over her shoulder, keys in hand.

She glanced toward the man waiting to the right of the entrance, and although his stone-faced expression never changed, she knew he was laughing at her.

“Well, it’s not the last I’ll say about it.” She zipped past the guard’s desk, trailing after Dr. MacDuff, ignoring Jamieson’s warnings to let it go.

“You can’t win this one, Sofia,” the old guard whispered before reaching for the ringing red phone on his desk. “Not with everything that’s happening.”

“Dr. MacDuff, I absolutely refuse to allow this. You can’t force me to accept a bodyguard I don’t want or need. I don’t like or trust him. He’s scary and mean and dead.” Not to mention he had a reputation for being a cold-blooded killer who didn’t bother to ask questions first, later, or ever. She’d heard he thought of only one thing. Kill. Kill. Kill.

“That’s a bit discriminatory, wouldn’t you say?” Dr. MacDuff asked, tossing a casual glance her way.

Sofia frowned and peered back into the lobby.

The dead guy loomed in the entranceway. His broad shoulders and height nearly filled the entire space. He stared in her direction. Black hair hung in his face and stubble shadowed his chin and cheeks. But she could still see his dark eyes tracking her every move like a panther stalking Bambi. She ducked into the security office, knowing full and well he’d heard her. They all seemed to have supersonic hearing. It made her nuts.

Dr. MacDuff leaned around her and checked the lobby. “He appears alive to me, lass.” The doctor sighed and shook his head as he walked to the back of the room.

Sofia followed him to the far wall where he punched in his security code on the panel hidden just inside a fake closet door, another of Cader’s many tricks and secrets. “I suggest you decide what you want to do. If you’re going home, Dragomir is going with you. If you’re not, then you’re coming to the Lower Level with me.” The back wall of the closet rose to reveal a stairwell.

She shook her head at yet another attempt to get her to move to Cader. She hated the Lower Level. They slept down there. Sofia bit her lip. They wouldn’t be asleep now. They’d be awake like him. She glanced toward the door.

“Dragomir is like me,” Dr. MacDuff said. “You forget.”

“I only forget because you don’t act like him. You act…human,” she said. Three weeks in and Sofia continued to struggle with acclimating to the vampires. Though she knew she needed to, and had agreed to be available to staff on all shifts, she had not been able to develop a comfort level with the night staff.

The wolves covered the hospital during the day and early evening. The vampires worked the late evening and night shifts. Sofia preferred to work days, basically only the sunlight hours, which was getting to be difficult as autumn rolled toward winter.

She’d managed to legitimately avoid working the later shift because with the recruitment and new hires, so much kept happening during the day. Thanks to Bas Dubh’s tactics, she’d been up to her eyeballs getting frightened new recruits processed and ready for orientation. The nighttime assaults had increased since she’d started, and that meant more recruits came to Cader for refuge. She simply hadn’t had the stamina to work past sunset.

Then, two nights ago she’d had her first opportunity to spend some time on the floors with the staff. She’d gotten the once-over from a vampire named Carl and hadn’t been able to shake the creepy feeling since. His gaze raked across her like someone rubbed freezing gel over her body. She shivered just thinking about that night.

“Dragomir didn’t have to do that,” she said. The memory of Dragomir’s actions played in her mind. Her stomach turned as she remembered his hand shoving through Carl’s skin and into his chest. As if it was happening all over again, the sound of squishing muscles and breaking bones echoed in her ears. She swallowed back the bile rising in her throat.

Dr. MacDuff sighed. “I’ll agree he responded very quickly. But he did make a clear point.”

Sofia gaped at Dr. MacDuff. “The violence is outrageous!”

“Aye. You’ve told me.”

“Yes! And you agreed not to let these…these…” She waved her hand in the direction of the dead guy. “…vampires and wolves use death as an option for addressing behavior.” She slung her bag back up onto her shoulder. “I developed a progressive discipline process for those types of issues.”

“Aye. I know.”

Her voice rose. “But you haven’t done anything about him! You think he’s safe for me!”  She threw her hands in the air.

“Aye.” Dr. MacDuff patted her shoulder. “He is, lass. He doesn’t need corrective action. He handled that situation just as I would have.”

And this was Sofia’s number one biggest challenge—the bizarre belief that death was the appropriate response to every performance, behavior, or personality problem. She was fairly certain it was this perspective that gave Dr. MacDuff the odd belief Dragomir was appropriate.

Sofia hadn’t been able to make a case to get rid of the brute in spite of sending several well-written emails, including reference material about violence in the workplace, impact on morale, and her own fear of the monster. Both Dr. MacDuff and Fergus, the president and werewolf alpha, responded with, “We’ll take your requests and all the accompanying information into consideration.” Then two seconds later a second email would arrive. “We determined the appropriate outcome is to leave everything as is. Thank you.”

She’d taken to yelling and hissing, banging her fist on the desk and finally giving up in complete and utter frustration. It was like talking to a wall. Or yelling at one.

“My counsel on this issue doesn’t seem to have any impact,” she huffed.

Dr. MacDuff merely offered a slight nod.

Though Sofia had known about vampires most of her life, she’d only ever known two—Dr. MacDuff and Noelle Duluth, Cader’s Director of Nursing. As Sofia grew up, they visited her parents now and again, but their condition was never a topic of discussion, so Sofia never thought twice about them. Nor did she consider that as her parents aged they did not.

Dr. MacDuff still had the dark curly hair and youthful skin of a man in his late twenties in spite of being hundreds of years older.

The wolves, though they hadn’t really accepted her, treated Sofia like she was accustomed to being treated. They liked her when they felt she’d done what they wanted and didn’t like her when she disagreed with them. For the most part, they were completely ambivalent toward her. It was the same way that every other employee in any organization felt about Human Resources, and very familiar.

On the other hand, with the vampires she felt like she had a giant spotlight shining over her head. She literally felt them looking at her. It was as though their gazes held temperatures. Some were cold or downright frigid. Others were warm. Sometimes she’d swear someone was touching her, but she’d turn to find no one near her, just a vampire down the hall.

Dr. MacDuff smiled, and his green eyes sparkled against his pale skin. When he touched her cheek, his hand was warm.

He’s fed. She recoiled at the thought.

“He will no’ hurt you. No matter what you’ve heard or believe. I trust Dragomir with my own life. I’m absolutely certain he will safeguard yours as well.” He unrolled his sleeves and pulled two cuff links from his pocket. Black dragons on ivory backgrounds. The Cader House crest. He wore them every night.

“How can you be so sure? He’s like an animal.”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Sofia stopped, knowing she was caught in a sticky situation.

Dr. MacDuff raised his eyebrows. “An animal? More savage than say Donald or Meg or Fergus? What about Osgar? Is Dragomir wilder than a werewolf?”

She shook her head, never taking her eyes off his hands as he cuffed his sleeves. “You know what I mean.”

His fingers worked the cuff links with such speed she hardly had time to process the movements.

“Nay, I don’t.” Dr. MacDuff placed his hands on her shoulders and held her gaze. “You feel safer with werewolves than with a vampire who has sworn a blood oath to me? I’m at a loss, child. I’ve no idea how to comfort you. But I will not risk your safety. You can come down to meet with The Alliance or go home. Either way, Dragomir will be present.”

Meet with The Alliance? Nope. Sofia did not want to do that.

She sighed. “What if he just follows me and then leaves?”

“Absolutely not. Have you so quickly forgotten the break-in and the brush fire behind your house? What about the blown-out tires on the drive home?” Dr. MacDuff stepped toward the entrance to the Lower Lever. “I haven’t. Those were not coincidental.”

“I could get an alarm,” she offered for the four hundredth time.

“By the time anyone responded, you’d be dead.” He didn’t budge.

In two months her entire life had completely changed. She’d become an adult orphan, moved back home to her parents’ house, lost her long-time job at what she thought was a stable company, and been recruited to Cader.  She’d had to finally accept that not only did vampires exist, but werewolves did too, and together they ran the hospital as a front for The Alliance, the organization tasked with maintaining balance in the supernatural community. Cader’s chief vampire was her dad’s best friend who just happened to be a bit overprotective.

“Bas Dubh is on the move. We are at war, Sofia.” Dr. MacDuff’s gaze hardened.  “I never should have…” He touched her chin. “What’s done is done. Now I must ensure your safety. Kiernan knows you work here. If I don’t send a guard, he’ll come for you.”

Sofia scowled at the floor. There was nothing in the world like being a prisoner in your own life. She couldn’t argue. She’d completed enough workers’ comp reports to know Kiernan didn’t play nice. And if Dr. MacDuff hadn’t sent Bernie, Cader’s electrician, to install motion detectors at her house the day of the brushfire, she’d probably be renting a room at the local motel.

“And if he takes you, it won’t be to help decrease the amount of workplace violence in his organization.” Dr. MacDuff had a way of tying everything to Sofia’s number one personal agenda. She’d never worked in a place where it was not only perfectly acceptable but encouraged to beat the hell out of new staff during the training period. She could not allow it to continue.

“Can’t Osgar come home with me?”

“Osgar needs to train the new recruits. He cannot spend all his time guarding you.”

“He’s monitoring all the trainers?” Sofia asked, stressing all. She’d already had a run-in with Rick, Osgar’s second in command. He clearly disagreed with her definition of acceptable training practices.

“I’m sure he is.”

She’d managed to convince Dr. MacDuff to assign Osgar to her for day duty. If she’d thought quick enough, she’d have suggested that simply being at Cader during the day was enough and that Osgar could guard her at night. Instead, she thought she’d save herself from being guarded by another werewolf, a very pleasant, very young man who talked her ear off, making it completely impossible for her to get any work done.

Dr. MacDuff gave her what she wanted. Osgar by day. And then got what he wanted and assigned her Dragomir by night.

Sofia sucked in her cheeks and glanced into the lobby. The dead man faced the exit. His black leather duster covered all but his boots and a couple inches of his jeans.

“As much as I enjoy spending time with you, Sofia, I do have a meeting to attend. Are you coming or going?” He stepped toward the stairwell.

“Dr. MacDuff…”

“Sofia.” One word and his tone said it all.

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Jordan loves vampires. But if you know anything about Jordan, you already knew that detail. What you didn’t know was it wasn’t long ago that she began writing about them.

A few years back Jordan received a copy of Twilight from her husband as part of her anniversary gift. By the end of that week she’d read the entire series and moved onto Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. Eight weeks and eighteen vampire books later the idea for her first book, Perpetual Light came to her followed very quickly by Eva Prim.

In October of 2013 The Demon Mistress, the first Eva Prim Novel is available along with four short stories. For continual updates on Eva please join the Snack Of The Week Club at

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Blog Tour ~ Thanks, That was fun by Andie Nash

Thanks, That Was Fun Blog Tour

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 October 7, 2011

“Compelling and laugh-out-loud funny. The whip-smart dialogue, sharply drawn characters and unconventional ending make it a satisfying read for anyone who is single, heartbroken, in love, or in between.”  — S. Parker Ross, author of “City Zen”

“…like gossiping with your closest girlfriends over a bottomless glass of wine. The characters are well-developed and the plot oddly suspenseful. I read it in two sittings, mesmerized by Nash’s ability to illustrate a very complicated and emotional time in this young woman’s life, without pontification and with plenty of humor.”  –Angela Weldon

Jordan Lockhart is a struggling artist who is 30, underemployed, oversexed, and screwed up. She’s coming off a disastrous streak of drunken night stands and dead-end relationships when she rekindles a romance with ex-boyfriend Mark Chaplin, “the one that got away.” Against her better judgment, Jordan soon finds herself falling once again for Mark, a quirky, charming, pot-smoking massage therapist. The sex is great, their chemistry is red-hot, and just when it seems that their romance might actually work this time around, Jordan discovers that Mark has also fallen in love…with his cute bisexual neighbor.

Heartbroken, Jordan seeks solace in boozing it up with her motley crew of friends: Dean, an overweight, lovelorn librarian, Genna, a banker on a perpetual search for Mr. Right, and Iris, a single mother who views parenthood as somewhere between a part-time job and a hobby. Jordan bitterly swears off men and relationships to focus on her art and her budding alcoholism. Then she meets Louis.

Louis Avery is a twenty-year-old artist and devout Catholic with movie-star looks and “an ass like Brad Pitt.” Jordan falls hard for Louis, who enjoys her affections but strives to concentrate on his paintings and remain chaste, much to Jordan’s chagrin. When Louis announces a plan to move to the wilds of Alaska to live “the natural life,” Jordan hatches a desperate, hilarious plan to convince him to stay. 

“Thanks, That Was Fun” is a frantic modern love story with laugh-out-loud dialogue and compelling characters that remain with you long after you’ve turned the last page.
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PLAYLIST for Thanks, That Was Fun by Andie Nash

“Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” — Jeff Buckley

“God Help the Girl” — God Help the Girl

“A Little Sugar in My Bowl” — Nina Simone

“A Question of Time” — Depeche Mode

“Trip Through Your Wires” — U2

“Dancing Barefoot” — Patti Smith

“Falling is Like This” — Ani Di Franco

“Broken Hearted Savior” — Big Head Todd and the Monsters

“Your Ex-Lover Is Dead” — Stars

“Disconnect the Dots” — Of Montreal

“Flying High Again” — Ozzy Osbourne

“Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters” — Elton John

“Sunday Morning Coming Down” — Johnny Cash

“The Part You Throw Away” — Tom Waits

“Thanks That Was Fun” — Barenaked Ladies

Chapter 3 “Stepping Out”

“Okay Jordan,” Iris says. “Point me toward the most fucked up guy in the room so I can get this over with.”

“You’re on your own tonight, sis,” I tell her, scanning the gallery. “I don’t recognize anyone here. They must all be Herron people.”

“Look, there’s the Skipper.” Iris deadpans, pointing with her glass at a rotund, white-haired man in a black turtleneck. He’s clutching a whisky glass in his fat fingers and talking enthusiastically to a skinny blonde, who looks like she’d rather be receiving an enema.

Iris cranes her neck, searching the room for Genna.

“I don’t see Genna–oh Jesus, are those elbow patches on that jacket?”

I follow her gaze past the Skipper, where a lanky man in a turd-colored corduroy blazer is standing with his back to us, chatting with a pale redhead.

“Yep, those are elbow patches. He’s going for that junior college professor look, I think.”

“Lord, the fashion crimes you see at these things.” Iris shudders. “That’s gonna drive me to drink.” She swallows the last of her wine.

I can’t put my finger on it, but something about the guy in the corduroy jacket seems eerily familiar. It’s something in his stance and demeanor, something that’s giving me a déjà vu feeling in the pit of my stomach. I raise my wineglass to my lips, obscuring my face from view as I squint across the room, trying to get a better look at him.

“Jordan, what are you staring at?” I hear Iris say.

I take a large swallow of Merlot just as the corduroy guy turns to the woman on his left, giving me a full view of his profile.

“Holy shit!” I gasp, sucking wine into my windpipe.

“Are you okay?” Iris says, thumping me on the back. “Jesus, what happened?”

“That guy over there, I used to go out with him,” I stage-whisper.


“The corduroy jacket,” I say.

“Patches?” Iris cackles loudly. “You used to go out with him?”

“Shhhhhhh!” I hiss. “That’s Mark. I’ve told you about Mark before,”

“Mark,” Iris repeats blankly. “Oh, Mark,” she nods slowly. “Yeah, weren’t you like, majorly in love with him at one point?”

“I can’t believe he’s here,” I say, ignoring her question. “This is too weird.”

“What, seeing him at an art opening?” Iris says. “Why is that weird? Do you know how many men I’ve slept with in this room?”

This revelation prompts concerned looks from two women admiring a nearby glass vase.

“Say that a little louder. I don’t think everyone heard you,” I tell her.

Iris stares openly at Mark while I cringe behind her.

“I hate to break it to you, but he’s not cute at all. I don’t see why you’re freaking out,”

“It just caught me off guard,” I say, “I haven’t seen him in two years.”

“Are you going to talk to him?”

“What am I going to say?”

“I don’t know…ask him why he’s wearing my father’s corduroy jacket from 1983.”

“Shut up. You’re not helping anything,” I take a slow drink from my glass, trying to steady myself.

“You’re shaking like a crackhead!” says Iris. “I don’t believe you. Just grow some balls and go over there.”

“I can’t. I don’t want him to think I noticed him first,”

“Oh my God,” Iris rolls her eyes. “Jordan, it’s happened. You are officially lame.”

Genna reappears then, a bemused smile on her face.

“Okay, number one, where did you and the waiter run off to, and number two, how big is he?” Iris says.

“Number one, we were over by that steel sculpture-which is his-and number two,” Genna pauses, shooting a disdainful glance at Iris, “I have no idea. He has a wedding ring, anyway.”

“So?” Iris shrugs.

Genna cocks her head. “No. Uh-uh. I am not about to be the other woman,”

“If it’s not you, honey, it’ll be someone else,” says Iris, shaking her head.

“This argument sounds mighty familiar,” I say, rolling my eyes at both of them.

“You guys are tight-asses,” Iris proclaims. “I need a cigarette.”

“Hold on, I’ll join you in a minute,” I say, looking over her shoulder at Mark, who is now engaged in an animated conversation with Ty and his big Afro.

Iris huffs, tossing her head in frustration.

“Oh, come on, I’m not standing around with my thumb up my ass until that dork notices you.”

“What dork?” asks Genna.

“Mark’s here,” I tell her.

“Mark who?” she says loudly.

“Shhhhhh!” I hiss, and Iris cackles.

“Remember, the massage therapist?” I say.

“The one who was really good in bed?” Genna asks, eyes wide. “Wasn’t he an asshole or something?”

“Of course he was an asshole. Jordan dated him,” Iris says.

Genna and I both look at her.

“Excuse me, I think you’re the one with the asshole fetish, hon.” I say.

“Yeah, one word: Frank,”

Iris just shakes her head.

“I’m going for a smoke. Screw you both.”

Genna turns back to me.

“Well, where is he?” she asks excitedly.

“He’s over there in the brown jacket, talking to the dude with the ‘fro.”

Genna squints in his direction.

“That’s Mark?” she asks, looking puzzled.

“Okay, I know. He’s not George Clooney.”

“No, he’s kinda cute.” Genna said. She looks at me, then back over at Mark. “He’s cute in that nerdy sort of way that you go for.”

“Yeah,” I agree, smiling wistfully.

“So are you going to talk to him?”

I hesitate. “I think so. I’m nervous, though.”

“Have some more wine.”

“Yeah, liquid courage. That’s what I need.” I look around for the waiter. “Where’s your man?”

Genna shrugs.

“I dunno. Maybe refilling his tray. Do you want me to go get you a glass?”

“That’d be great,” I say, still not wanting to move.

“Okay, I’ll be back. Deep breaths.”

I watch Genna’s retreating form, chewing my nails, then turn and pretend to study the giant stone vagina.

“Well, how are you doing, young lady?”

I turn, startled, to stare into the big red face of the Skipper.

“Good,” I manage to gasp.

“Oops, sorry-didn’t mean to frighten you there,” he chuckles, and reaches out to squeeze my forearm. I look down at his hand, wondering why I’m being groped by the doppelganger of a dead sitcom star.

“Oh, that’s okay, you didn’t,” I say, laughing artificially along with him.

He studies me, his eyes narrowing.

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

Oh good Lord. What a time for one of these. I try to force another weak smile, knowing for sure that at least I’d never slept with the guy.

“Um,” I fumble. Okay, elderly artsy guy, I think, searching for a possible connection. “Do you-know my mother?” I ask.

He looks vaguely insulted. “Ed O’Malley,” says the Skipper. “I monitored the Stone Sculpture class last spring.”

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry.” Okay, now I’m remembering him. He used to leer at me creepily when I would go in to check on the Wednesday night Stone class. “I, uh-I guess I just didn’t recognize you without your safety goggles.”

The Skipper coughs out a loud, wheezy laugh, and I fidget with my glass uncomfortably.

“I was actually working on this piece during that time,” he says, gesturing toward the giant stone vagina. So this is his work. That makes sense.

“Yes, it’s very nice,” I say robotically.

The Skipper rubs his chin and looks at his masterpiece, then at me.

“You all by yourself tonight?” he asks my breasts.

I open my mouth to answer, scanning the room for Genna or Iris. They’re nowhere in sight.

“I’m here with some friends and my boy-“


Suddenly Mark is standing next to the Skipper, smiling at me with wonder and amazement.

“Hi,” I squeak.

He doesn’t answer right away; he just stands there for a moment in his brown corduroyed glory, his eyes crinkling up as he takes me in, grinning with approval. I stare back at him paralyzed.

Reviewed by Sue Ellen

This was an enjoyable read I have to say.  The characters that the author brings together in this story  will definitely keep you entertained and each have their own personalities. Jordan has never taken life seriously and believes that life is there to have fun, which she takes the fun part very seriously. After one too many bad choices she decides to look at herself and figure out what she has done with her life and decides to make a major change. Even though there were parts of it where it was funny, I would not call this an all out laugh out loud type of novel; however, be ready for a ride because Jordan has a very colorful life in her 30 years. I think what made her realize she had to change was that she was continuously ending in horrible relationships (including those that were not relationships but just sexual) and crappy jobs where the rest of the world kept moving forward. Overall, the author gives you a great story line that is easy to follow and enough details to keep you attracted to the story. I would recommend this story for others, especially those that need some cheering up about their own personal lives.


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Originally from Indianapolis (Kurt Vonnegut’s hometown), Andie Nash is the author of Thanks, That Was Fun, available on Kindle and Smashwords.

She is currently working on a sequel to Thanks, due out in early 2014.

She lives in Reno, NV with her husband and their two cats.

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Release Day Blitz ~ Surrender to Me by Ashley Piscitelli

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Rebecca Chase has never been interested in dating, and definitely not in relationships. She only had two goals in life, to get her college degree and to get the hell away from her house. When she meets Lucas everything that she thought she had wanted was now turned upside down.

Lucas Masterson has it all money, fame, and his dream job of being in the music industry. He knows that most people are just out for themselves and will use him as much as they can. When he meets Becca he realizes that he never really knew what he wanted. He thinks that she is the most amazing person he has ever met, but can he balance her and his crazy life?

Can two people who come from completely different worlds make it work or will the people trying to tear them apart succeed?

Get ready to get lost in this crazy romantic adventure and surrender yourself to Lucas and Becca.

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When we walk into the store, I can honestly say I have never dreaded shopping more.  I know he was right when he said I would need new clothes for his functions, but I hate that he’s buying them for me.  In all honesty, I can’t get them myself, but I’ve been independent for so long that it feels like a foreign concept to actually have someone wanting to take care of me.

Once we arrive at the women’s section, I head straight for the clearance rack like I always do.  Luke comes up behind me and spins me around to look at him.  “What are you doing?”

I look at him with confusion.  “Looking for clothes to wear when I’m out with you.  Isn’t that what this whole shopping thing is all about?”

“Why in the clearance section, Becca?  I’m not sure if you heard me the first time; I don’t care how much it is, you don’t need search through the leftovers.”

“And I told you that this all makes me really uncomfortable.  I’m letting you buy me the clothes but I would rather they not cost a fortune.  I don’t want you spending tons of money on me, Luke; that’s not why I’m with you.”

He groans in frustration and then narrows his eyes at me.  “This is not ‘Pretty Woman’ and you are not a prostitute, but you will let me buy you some damn clothes.  Now get away from the fucking clearance rack before I buy the entire store.”

I walk away from it and head toward the rest of the racks with my tail between my legs.  Over the next half hour I gather a mixture of dresses, skirts, and shirts and then make my way to the dressing room.  Luke hasn’t said a word to me since the argument and I have no idea how to break the silence.

I’m slipping out of the third dress I’d brought in with me when the curtain to the dressing room is pulled open.  I yelp in surprise and turn around to see Luke standing in the doorway.  “What are you doing in here?” I whisper.

He moves toward me without saying a word, closing the curtain as he makes his way into the tiny room.  He backs me against the wall and we’re so close that his breath on my neck is causing me to break out in goose bumps.

“I know you aren’t used to people taking care of you, but you’d better get used to it with me.  I take care of what’s mine, and you, Rebecca Chase, are mine.”


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Ashley Piscitelli lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids, and two dogs. On top a writing career, she is a full-time student and a full-time mom. She loves spending time with her kids, although she has to hide the computer from them when she is writing! She love being active and being outdoors, especially if it involves any kind of shopping.

She has always been passionate about writing. She loves to read romance books and feels like being able to lose yourself in a book is one of the more exciting aspects. The books she loves to read and write will be ones that make you feel for the characters. Ashley believes that you should have an opinion on every character in a book whether you love them, hate them, or think they are up to something.

She also believes that the most important critic is your reader, so she loves to hear from the readers. She want her fans to be open & talk to her about what they want for the characters in the story, and what they would like to see happen.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway~ Divided by Livia Jamerlan

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Title: Divided

Author: Livia Jamerlan

Release Date: December 3, 2013

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Alani LaBelle has it all. A great job, amazing friends, and a loving fiancé. Traveling to Las Vegas for her bachelorette party, she never expects to come across someone who rocks her world the way Ryan Kraft does. Though they only share a few hours together, the connection she feels with him is undeniable. Thinking that her feelings for him may be old feet she brushes it off and attempts to focus on her fiancé and their impending nuptials.

Heartbroken by her fiancé only days before their wedding, she finds herself needing to escape, needing to hide from reality. Though Alani knows that Ryan lives in Grand Forks, North Dakota, she never thought their paths would cross again while she is there.


Their friendship changes to something more with a good night kiss. Needing to be with Ryan, she leaves her old life in New Jersey behind and moves halfway across the country. As they journey together in a new relationship Alani has to adapt to life in a new city, new job, as well as dealing with Ryan’s ex-girlfriend Stephanie, who is waiting for the perfect moment to get Ryan back.

But will her fiancé let Alani walk away from him without a fight? Will Alani’s love for Ryan be enough for her to stay with him through turmoil? Or will Stephanie’s secret tear them apart?

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“Ally baby please. I fucked up but please, I can do better. Please forgive me.” He begged

“Marco, there is nothing between us anymore. I’m done. We are done. Shouldn’t you be off with Trish somewhere?” Her name was like bile in my mouth.

“Ally it’s not like that with her, I was just scared.” I raised my hand to stop him; I didn’t want to go through this with him all over again.

“Stop. Just Stop. There is nothing between us anymore Marco, please just leave.” I swallowed back any tears that were threating to show. Stepping back I closed the door and leaned my back on it, slowly sliding down to the ground. Inhaling deep I tried to calm my nerves and heard the flower arrangement being placed on the ground as Marco spoke.

“I know you can still hear me Ally, and I want you to know that I’ll never give up on us. Never! You hear me? I fucked up. I know I did but I love you.” As the tears dripped from my eyes I wiped them away as quickly as I could. I wasn’t crying because I was sad. I was just so tired of repeating the past five years in my head and seeing it end like this.

“Marco, please just leave me alone.” I shouted from behind the door

“I’ll always fight for you. I’ll find a way to make you mine again. Mark my words Alani, you will spend the rest of your life with me.”


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Livia Jamerlan is a hopeless romantic she is always looking for her next love story to pop in her head. Though Livia kept a journal throughout her early life, she never thought about pursuing a career in writing, she always used it as form of therapy, pouring her heart out into words. It wasn’t until a story developed in her head that she decided that maybe she could write a book. At first it was just an escape from reality but now she use it as a power to put all her feelings, hopes, and fears on paper. Deciding it was time to tell her story she began to write, with each passing day the story grew, characters we formed, and what seemed like a hobby at first has now become a passion for Livia.

When Livia is not writing she is spending time with her husband and their two dogs, she might also be curled up with a new book, or she is out traveling the country to support indie authors at their book signings.

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Cover-Re-release Tour ~ Conklin’s Blueprints by Brooke Page



Recent graduate Becca Stine’s all to perfect and predictable life went spiraling out of control when her supposed childhood friend committed the ultimate betrayal.  Following college, Becca attempts to bury the pain by retreating into a dangerous lifestyle with her best friend, Jamie Rae.  She decides it’s time to grow up after being irresponsible, broken, and out of control.  To Becca’s horror, her only option is to return to her hometown of Grand Rapids.  Worried she will forever live in the shadow of her prominent family’s notability, Becca decides moving is her only opportunity to get her feet back on the ground.  With her best friend in tow, Becca reluctantly heads home to attempt to live her ideal life.

Little does Becca know the owner of the architecture firm she lands a job with has an intriguingly mysterious son.  Tyler Conklin is infatuated with Becca, yet is apprehensive about a public relationship because of his hidden baggage.  Not wanting anyone to know about his slight obsession with her, their potential relationship must be kept a secret.  Will Becca put up with Tyler’s untold story for long?  Will she tolerate being his secret?

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“Let me call a cab quick,” Tyler said, reaching for his pocket.

I gently touched his arm and said, “It’s not too cold, let’s walk.  My place isn’t that far away.”

He looked me up and down and raised an eyebrow.  “Are you sure?  I don’t want to have to carry you half way,” he teased.

“Ha ha ha, I will be fine, and… I’m not wearing heels,” I snickered, lifting my foot and wiggling my toes as though if could see them.

He tried to hide his amusement.  “Okay, if you say so.”

We slowly walked downtown amongst the young crowds of clubbers.  I snaked my arm threw his and leaned my head on his shoulder as we walked.  He flinched at first, but then relaxed into me.

We stopped in the park along the railing, just as we had the first night we went to the coffee shop.  I leaned into him, hoping he would wrap his arms around me.  I felt so comfortable and confident with alcohol running through me.  He shook his head and chuckled.  Sliding his fingers up and down my arms he said, “You’re funny when you are drunk.”

I pulled my head back and looked up at him.  “I am so not drunk yet,” I said seriously at first then let out a little giggle.  He smiled down at me, our faces nearly inches from each other’s.  His expression became serious, and his hands slowed running up and down my arms, stopping on my forearms.  I never wanted anyone to kiss me so badly.  I leaned up and closed my eyes, hoping he would get the picture.  I felt his nose touch mine then his mouth was on mine.  My lips were no longer tingling from the alcohol but tingling from the sensation of his lips working against mine.  I allowed his tongue access to my mouth as a slow low groan escaped him.  It was like he flicked a switch inside of me with his tongue.  I brought my arms up to his head and ran my fingers through his hair.  Our bodies flushed together, I noticed his arms were still at his sides.  Why wasn’t he touching me?

He slowed down the kiss and gently pulled away, keeping his forehead on mine.  I was still breathing heavy.

“I need to get you home,” his voice was raspy, with ulterior meaning.  I slowly opened my eyes and turned to start walking.  He took my hand and squeezed it, causing me to pick up my pace.  He wanted to be alone with me just as badly.  I could feel it in his kiss.

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