Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Regency Romance Novels by Arabella Sheraton

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clip_image002The Dangerous Duke
Author: Arabella Sheraton
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
Editor: Celina Summers
Ebook Designer: Coreen Montagna
Genre: Regency Romance, Historical Romance
Audience: romance lovers
Formats: e-books (pdf for hosts)
Publisher: MUSA Publishing
Pages: 229
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-037-1
ASIN: B005S68D6Y
Date Published: 10/10/2011
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When the beautiful but impoverished Fenella Hawke takes up the position of Companion to the elderly Dowager Duchess of Wyndlesham, she is unprepared for the hostile attitude of the current Duke. The handsome and arrogant Devlin Deverell suspects Fenella has secrets to hide. From the moment they meet, Devlin and Fenella experience an overpowering and frightening attraction. They try to fight their growing arousal, but find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other. However, when Lady Penelope Vane, Devlin’s extremely jealous mistress, discovers that Devlin’s attentions are wandering, she sets in motion a ruthless plot to discredit Fenella, with the help of her ally, the rakish Sir Marcus Solesby. Can Fenella keep her secret from the dangerous Duke? Or will Lady Vane’s diabolical plan succeed?
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“Then what is the point?” Fenella was exasperated. “It is none of your business who I speak to and with whom I associate.”
“Oh, yes it is!” Devlin snapped. “I am your employer.”
“No, you are not.” Fenella’s gaze was unflinching. “Her Grace is my employer and you have no right to criticize what I do when I am not on duty. You are not the judge of my conduct.”
“Hear me, Madam,” said Devlin, a dangerous note creeping into his voice. He tightened his lips. “I am the only judge of the conduct of those who reside under my roof. Sir Marcus Solesby is a known seducer of young women.”
Memories flooded into Fenella’s mind of how Devlin’s presence played daily havoc with her. The feeling of his lips against hers plagued her constantly. Worst of all was reliving the night when he had slid his hand under her nightdress and fondled her body—without considering the consequences. Yes, she had failed to stop him until liberties were taken and his unbridled lust and her blossoming sensuality exposed. She had stopped them both in the end.
Not him. He should never have begun this dangerous game and now he had the effrontery to monitor her every move and decide with whom she should associate?
“Oh, really? And what do you call yourself then?” Fenella’s whole body shook with suppressed fury.
Her barb hit home. Devlin went white with shock and rage—shock at hearing his conduct described as that of a roué and anger that this chit of a girl whom he could not control was daring to defy him in his own home.
“I forbid you to speak to that man!”
“Forbid? Fiddlesticks!” Fenella tossed her head.
“You are the most stubborn, insubordinate and aggravating female it has been my misfortune to meet.”
“And you are the most ill-mannered, domineering, selfish brute it has been my misfortune to meet.” Fenella stamped her foot, her cheeks red with rage. A strength she did not know she possessed rose from within; strength and a fierce sense of independence. She would not be bullied by this man, not after all that had happened between them. She saw in Devlin’s expression his struggle with some kind of gigantic force, the towering emotions that consumed him.
Is it rage? she wondered, almost faltering in her decision to stand firm. Have I gone too far?
Perhaps her upbringing had failed her in the end: one certainly did not defy a member of the nobility. As Devlin opened his mouth; Fenella decided that discretion was possibly the better part of valor. She turned on her heel and flung open the library door to find an astonished Freddie standing in front of her, his hand raised.
“I was about to knock,” he stammered.
“Don’t bother.” Fenella ground the word through gritted teeth. “We’re quite finished here.”
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Another great novel by this author! Just by reading previous and also this book your able to see that the author does her research and is very passionate about her writing. While in the beginning she introduced to us the characters, included the devil himself otherwise known as Devlin and also Fenella, this book will keep you wanting to read more. Fenella has secrets to keep from the beginning; however, when she answers the ad in a newspaper for a companion, she is in for a surprise when everywhere she turns she meets Devlin. Devlin doesn’t trust anyone and especially outsiders who answers ads in the newspaper. Let me tell you when these two start to go at each other sparks fly and I am not just talking about the attraction kind either. However, when you throw in his mistress into the factor and you definitely have one great read. Read the book to find out what you will discover in this treasure box of a book. The book was very entertaining and romantic!
clip_image005Married At Midnight
Author: Arabella Sheraton
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
Editor: Tamara Frigoletto
Ebook Designer: Coreen Montagna
Genre: Regency Romance, Historical Romance
Audience: romance lovers
Formats: e-books (pdf for hosts)
Publisher: MUSA Publishing
Pages: 206
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-077-7
ASIN: B007L3U4HI
Date Published: 16/03/2012
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When the Earl of Pennington discovers the inheritance from his great-uncle depends on him marrying at midnight on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, he is irate. Marriage is not part of his plan to save his impoverished estates. He crosses paths unexpectedly with the beautiful Roxanne Chesney, who is fleeing from her abusive husband. He offers her a contract: marriage for six months to help him fulfill the conditions of his great-uncle’s will, enabling him secure his inheritance. In return he will pay her a small fortune. Can Roxanne resist this offer? What about the revolting Edgar Doyle who forced her into a loveless marriage that has not been consummated? Roxanne has escaped Edgar’s clutches, but she wonders how long she will manage to evade him. The Earl’s contract has no strings attached. The offer is irresistible except for the fact that Roxanne is already married!
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Edgar sat next to her, his face at a slight angle so that anyone observing them could not see his expression.
“What do you want?” she murmured though stiff lips.
Edgar snorted. “Want? I want what’s due to me, that’s what I want.”
Roxanne avoided looking directly at him. She knew his hypnotic stare would wear her down again. She watched the happy throng of guests twirling around the room, laughing and enjoying themselves. A terrible sense of suffocation began to overwhelm her. Fighting to retain her self-control, Roxanne unfurled her fan and waved it in front of her face. The regular movement helped calm her and provided a flimsy shield against Edgar’s dreadful gaze.
“I have no money, if that’s what you’re looking for,” she said with calm hauteur.
Another derisive snort. “D’ye expect me to believe that? What with you engaged to the wealthy young Earl of Pennington?”
“He is not wealthy.”
Edgar sniggered as he leered at her in triumph. He lifted her hand and pressed his mouth on the inside of her wrist. Roxanne squirmed at the feel of those loose wet lips against her skin. She snatched her hand from his grasp.
“Not yet, me darlin’, not yet. I hear he’ll be inheriting soon, once he’s married. Something about an old uncle or aunt?”
“His great-uncle Oswald,” Roxanne said, without thinking.
Edgar’s reaction made her wish she’d bitten her tongue instead.
“So you do know there’s money coming then?”
Roxanne tossed her head, affecting nonchalance. “The whole of London knows he had a wealthy old relative. His great-uncle wanted to see him married.”
Edgar leaned closer. The smell of stale sweat mixed with cheap cologne wafted towards her. She wrinkled her nose. Julian always smelled so clean, so masculine.
He sat back, an angry look in his eyes.
“Don’t put on airs and graces with me. You were grateful enough to have me, weren’t you? When you thought you’d be all alone in the world. Pity you didn’t stay long enough to let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Roxanne felt as if she could explode with rage as she turned to face him. “Let me explain something to you, Mr. Doyle.”
Her voice was low and hard, without a shred of fear. Her eyes blazed an intense green. Anger had burned away all her previous terrors. Edgar recoiled in his seat just a fraction. It was enough to tell Roxanne that he was taken aback by her sudden courage.
“I despise you in every possible way. I knew from the start you were not my father’s cousin. You are a fraud. You intimidated my father into thinking marriage with you would protect me in society. Then you forced me into marrying you and tried to rape me. But I won’t have it, Edgar Doyle, I won’t stand for it.”
Edgar narrowed his eyes. His lips pinched in anger.
“Now you look here, my girl,” he blustered.
“No, you look here,” Roxanne retorted. “How dare you think you can bully me in the Duke of Silverton’s house? Who do you think you are?”
She waved a hand at the crowd of guests. “This is the cream of London society. You are nothing but a fraud, a poseur and a charlatan.”
Edgar curled his lip as he grasped her wrist, squeezing hard.
“Don’t forget something, me darlin’. You and me—we’re married. So if you get hitched to your high and mighty Earl of Pennington, won’t he get a nasty shock when it comes out his new bride is already wed.”
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Desperate times call for desperate measures! When Julian finds out that his brother left everything in ruin when he died and the only way to save it is by what his uncle left him, what would you do to get your inheritance! There is one problem he doesn’t want a family, nor kids. So when he sees a pretty girl who is hurt and takes her home he has possibly found a way out, or has she found a way into his heart? Married by Midnight is filled with tension, suspense, and then top it with love you will definitely be in for a surprise.
clip_image006The Wayward Miss Wainwright
Author: Arabella Sheraton
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
Editor: Elaine Golden
Ebook Designer: Coreen Montagna
Genre: Regency Romance, Historical Romance
Audience: romance lovers
Formats: e-books (pdf for hosts)
Publisher: MUSA Publishing
Pages: 203
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-361-7
ASIN: B009R939AS
Date Published: 15/10/2012
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Miss Helena Wainwright is determined to see her nieces and nephew well settled with their new guardian, the Duke of Rotherham. After six months of transition, the children are beginning to bond with their uncle, but Helena and the Duke aren’t able to get much past the barest of civilities. Now that the duke is poised to offer for the shy Miss Fanshawe, Helena is horrified to discover an awful secret about the young lady and her scheming mother. What is she going to do–keep the secret or reveal all in her own bid for the duke’s heart?
Ready to settle down and provide a stable environment for his wards, Vernon Wroxby, the Duke of Rotherham, has decided the amenable Miss Fanshawe will do, even if he dislikes her outspoken, uncouth mama. If he could just quit wondering what Miss Wainwright is doing (and with whom) he’d be able to appreciate the match a bit more. But as his wards begin to rebel against the idea of this marriage, and he starts to realize that his affections really reside with Miss Wainwright, will one determined marriage-mart mama ruin any chance he might have for true happiness?
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As she made her way back to her room, there was a shadowy figure standing in the passage. Her candle cast a faint glow in the gloom, so she could not see clearly until she came closer where a man leaned against the wall. She hurried up to him. It could only be…
“Your—I mean, Cousin Vernon,” she whispered. “Is anything the matter?”
He looked dazed, as if he had just woken up, and he wore his brocade dressing gown and slippers. He pressed a hand to his forehead.
“Have you been sleepwalking?” she whispered.
He smiled a lazy, drowsy smile she had never seen before. “Oh, Helena, my love, it seems as if I have been sleepwalking.”
His words startled her. Had he said “my love?”
She took him by the elbow and tried to steer him in the direction of his room. What would people think if they knew he wandered around the place half-naked? Some might say that, as the owner of the title and the property, the Duke of Rotherham could walk around Rotherham Park, any time of day, dressed or undressed.
“Helena, I have been blind,” he said in a loud voice.
“Shhh. Yes, I’m sure you have,” she whispered, trying to speed up their pace.
“No, I mean it. I never saw you before, and once I had, I tried to forget you. But it’s impossible. You changed my life. I want you and I need you so very much, my darling.”
Helena was even more confused. Rotherham must be rambling. Possibly, he had consumed too much wine and his jumbled thoughts of Emily were rising to the surface of a brain fuddled with alcohol.
“What time is it?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s late, very late,” she whispered. “Tine for you to get back to bed.”
He stopped. “Is it too late?”
Helena placed the candlestick down on a small decorative table. “Too late for what?”
He smiled in a way that made her giddy, and he clasped her face in both hands. His robe fell open. Helena glanced down, and then quickly away, face flaming. He was naked under the robe. Where he had been?
“Is it too late for us?” He leaned closer, until their lips almost touched.
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” she said, trying to ease out of his grasp.
“I know what I mean,” he said firmly. “This is what I mean.”
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Miss Dashwood’s Dilemma
Author: Arabella Sheraton
Cover Artist: Kelly Shorten
Editor: Wendy Clements
Ebook Designer: Cera Smith
Genre: Regency Romance, Historical Romance
Audience: romance lovers
Formats: e-books (pdf for hosts)
Publisher: MUSA Publishing
Pages: 138
Ebook ISBN13: 978-1-61937-585-7
ASIN: B00HGELU66
Date Published: 20/12/2013
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When Miss Diana Dashwood accepts an invitation to Lady Prescott’s Christmas party, things do not go quite as she imagines. Through an unexpected event, she is forced to spend the night in a woodsman’s hut with one of the guests. What a scandal! Of course, Sir Gareth Blakely must propose, and he does. Unfortunately, Miss Diana Dashwood has already been engaged to and broken off her engagement from Sir Gareth Blakely after a bitter quarrel. Is it likely she will bow to social pressure and accept his proposal, one made only to save her reputation, and if they marry, does their union stand a chance of survival? And what about the pretty heiress, Miss Jemima Plymstock, whom everyone thinks is the lady Sir Gareth had his eye upon? Headstrong and proud, Miss Diana Dashwood is caught in a dreadful dilemma.
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 “Oh!” Rage surged in her breast as she sat up in the chaise lounge. It was impossible to express indignation while lying supine. The effrontery, the gall of the man. She raised her voice. “So now I am stupid because I deliberately strained my ankle?”
His voice became louder as well. “I did not say that—”
“But you meant it,” Diana said through clenched teeth.
“How dare you just announce that we are engaged because of some antiquated idea of saving my virtue? I don’t need you to protect my reputation.”
His jaw dropped. “Oh, really? I suppose you are thinking along the same lines as when you abandoned me just a day before our wedding. You did not do your reputation any good then.”
“It was two days,” she retorted. “Does it matter how many days it was?”
This time his voice was quiet. “It amounts to the same thing.”
Humiliation stung her. “So now you are calling me a jilt?”
The chair scraped on the floor as he stood. “I had no need to do so. The whole of London did it for me.” Then he strode to the door.
Diana’s breath caught in her throat. Shame burned her from head to toe. “You are the most…horrible, cruel, callous, nasty, ill-mannered man I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” She pulled off the ring and clenched her fist, ready to throw it in his face. “I will not be engaged to you. I will not marry you.”
In two strides, he was by her side, and gripping her hand. His fingers tightened painfully on hers. He knelt and stared right at her with a grim, unforgiving expression. “You will remain engaged to me, Miss Dashwood, and for as long as I choose. Do not trifle with public opinion, my dear, or you will be sadly the loser. I tried to protect you and you have flung my best efforts in my face. Have you thought about my reputation? Or that of my aunt and uncle, and your mother, who would also be embarrassed by your petulant behaviour? Have you given any thought to anyone else but yourself in this fiasco?”
She drew in a trembling breath. “No,” she said in a low voice. She dropped her gaze, fuming that he was treating her like a naughty child.
“I will not force you to marry me. I am not such an ogre and I do not want to punish you for what you did. But cooperating with me in this regard will be to your benefit.” He put one hand under her chin and tilted her face upward. “Will you cooperate?” His face was so close to hers. His eyes were like the sky after rain, his mouth so firm…he bent his head closer. Diana thought she might faint. The most ridiculous feeling of dizziness overcame her.
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Author Interview
Thank you for taking the time for the interview. Please answer the following questions; if there are a couple you want to reword or don’t answer because too much for general public just delete it. 😀

 1.  Did you always wanted to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?

I entertained my younger siblings with wonderful stories when I was younger, but serious writing only came later. I studied     in London and Paris for a stage career, but just drifted into publishing, then into writing.

2. When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

When my first book was published.

3. How long did it take to get your first book published?

 It was incredibly easy. I sent my manuscript to a romance publisher I read about in a writing newsletter. They loved it; then said they wanted more books. So more books it was!

4. Do you do another job except for writing and can you tell us more about it?

I do all writing-related work like teaching novel writing, proof reading book reviews for a big book review site in the USA, reviewing books, blogging, writing…

5. What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?

My latest book is The Reluctant Bridegroom. “The Earl of Wenham has no intention of marrying the woman his father chose for him.”

6. As a self-publisher, do you have any plans to submit to a publish company? It is my understanding some authors prefer to stay as a self publish author because of flexibility.

MUSA Publishing is my (traditional) publisher. They do a variety of books. They are pretty flexible and they a lot of marketing for their authors, but of course, no matter how one gets published, the amount of legwork in getting the word out there is the same.

7. How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?

I find practice makes perfect. My first book took a year to write; the second took three months. I did NaNoWriMo in 2012 and got a book out in a month. But I prefer three months.

8. What can we expect from you in the future? i.e. More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?

I am thinking about YA paranormal fantasy, but only thinking about it right now.

9. What made you decide to write that genre of book?

I wrote them for my mother. She adored Regency and historical romance and kept saying she wanted to read something new. So, I wrote my first romance for her and, since she passed away, I have dedicated all my books to her memory.

10. Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? (ex. write better at nights, with music, etc)

I do all kinds of ‘stuff’ in the morning, including blogging, editing book reviews etc, and then try to get stuck into my on writing in the afternoon. Of course, there are many days when life just gets in the way and my plans all fall apart.

11. Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title? How do come up with the titles?

I think of a title and then the story materializes.

12. Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books?

I think basically one should be honorable about everything, including love. Don’t cheat, don’t wreck someone’s happiness, don’t have unrealistic expectations. Do your best, and love as much as you can. “Unto thine own self be true”—Shakespeare.

13. Your favorite food is?

Seafood. Ice-cream. Chocolate.

14. Your favorite singer/group is?

I listen to such a wide variety. I kind of have favourites for a while and move onto something else. I love movie soundtracks (Lord of the Rings, Pirates of the Caribbean).

15. Your favorite Author is?

Again, I have favourites for a while. I recently bought and read all the Terry Pratchett books.

16. When you aren’t writing what do you do to relax and have fun?

There is something readers should know about being a writer: it is like having permanent homework. When you aren’t writing you’re feeling guilty that you should be writing or else you’re thinking about writing. When not writing, I try to relax with walking the (always keen) dogs, movies, theatre, travel (when I can afford it), meeting up with friends, and (of course) reading!

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Arabella Sheraton grew up on a diet of Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, and many other writers of that period. From Jane Austen to Georgette Heyer, Arabella has found both enjoyment and inspiration in sparkling, witty Regency novels. She also loves history and generally finds the past more fascinating than the future. Arabella wrote her first Regency romance to entertain her aged mom who loved the genre. Arabella is honoured to share the adventures of her heroes and heroines with readers.
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Cover Reveal~ By the Fates Fought by Patricia D. Eddy

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Title: By the Fates, Fought

Author: Patricia D. Eddy

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Suspense

Audience: 18+

Formats: eBook

Publisher: Patricia D. Eddy

Cover By: Ravven

Editor: Clare C. Marshall

Pages: 400 pages estimated.

Date to be published: 18 March, 2014

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Spring in Gralvein brings Ealasaid peace. Six months to the day Raven found her shackled and tortured in the devil’s lair, their public handfasting is the happiest day of her life. But a storm is coming. Devils join King Eideard’s Guarda and watch Ealasaid constantly. Faolan’s spies report Lobhdain is plotting. What is this mystical artifact he searches for?

When the devils attack and one of their allies disappears, Raven and Ealasaid fear they will never be safe. Can they manage a daring rescue? Or will Ealasaid lose everything she holds dear?

By the Fates, Fought is the second novel in the By the Fates trilogy. It contains several disturbing scenes, including brief descriptions of rape and torture and is meant for mature audiences. It ends on a cliffhanger. By the Fates, Fulfilled will be released in Fall of 2014.

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clip_image006Patricia D. Eddy has been a writer all of her life. She used to sit at her parents’ kitchen counter at an Apple IIe typing out short stories. She even wrote a few on their old typewriter. But it wasn’t until NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2011 that she ever came close to finishing a story she started.

Once that dam broke, the flood waters never receded. Patricia sits down to write every evening after dinner and quite often sees midnight come and go before she heads to bed. She doesn’t sleep much. But she wouldn’t have it any other way.

In her spare (HA!) time she runs, bikes, swims, yogas, pilates-es, reads, and is terribly addicted to Doctor Who and Sherlock. Apparently she has a thing for quirky British men.

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Cover Reveal ~ Captive No More by Thomas Hunter Dillon

Below is the front cover of what stands to be the debut novel from author Thomas Hunter Dillon, writing as T.H. Dillon.

It is entitled Captive No More, and is

the first book in a thrilling trilogy.

Author: T.H. Dillon
Title: Captive No More
Series: The Jack Savage Trilogy
Volume #: 1
Genre: Romantic Suspense, blended with elements of Contemporary Romance
Length: TBD (Approx. 325 – 375 pages)
Expected Release Date: May, 2014
Content Rating: Mature (17+)
Availability: Paperback initially. eBook format to follow at a later date.
Pre-Order: Yes. First-run production copies can be reserved for $15 (US) or $25 (Int). Prices include S&H. Copies will come to you signed & inscribed by T.H. Dillon, with a serial # denoting the copy as a first-run production copy. If interested in reserving a copy for yourself, please contact Mr. Dillon directly via email: authorthdillon@gmail.com, to receive payment instructions. Orders will be fulfilled in the order they are received, so the earliest orders get the lowest available serial #’s.  BONUS: Pre-orders of Captive No More, will receive a special limited production TJST promotional item, also signed by T.H. Dillon!

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The Jack Savage Trilogy, from author T.H. Dillon, is his debut trilogy chronicling the journey of a young man, Jack Savage, as he struggles to accept responsibility for his actions with past love, accept the truth about a present love, and fix himself for the sake of any future love.

In Captive No More, Jack is confronted with the accountability he faces for some horrendous decisions he made with two past loves. To make matters worse….Jack has no memory of the tragic events as they unfolded.   Now, facing the threat of life in prison, Jack is relegated to a mental health facility to be evaluated before he can stand trial. Distraught by his lack of memories surrounding “the event”, Jack is pressed to keep a daily journal in hopes that it might jog his memory…..and help to solidify the impending case against him.

When an unexpected encounter inside threatens to rip his heart out all over again, Jack must decide if he will own up to his crimes…or continue running from his own personal demons.

Synopsis: Jack Savage was not raised to be the sort of man that would want to hurt people. In fact, he was raised to be quite the opposite. But when he finally ventured out into the world as an adult, he began to experience just how truly cold and cruel the world could be. What should have been a fairly normal existence as an adult, began to decay into one of a dysfunctional nature. And it all began to unravel for Jack because of a love he never should have pursued.

Fast-forward several years and Jack finds himself waking up strapped to a bed on the 13th floor in a local institution named Effingham. With no memory of how he arrived at Effingham, or why there is a fair amount of blood on his clothes, he struggles to come to gripes with the reality that he has been committed to the psych ward for evaluation.

Along the way, Jack is told to begin a journal in which he should record his thoughts. The hope is that his daily entries will at some point jog his memory about the actions that led to his arrival on the secretive 13th floor at Effingham. But before he can recall those horrendous actions, a chance encounter with a female resident has Jack thrust into an entirely new romance in his heart.

In time, Jack’s memories slowly start to return to him. But as the memories are slow to return, his heart is quick to be given away to the distraught beauty whom he shares a perpetual emotional suffering with. Jack’s desire to be her “Knight in shining armor” may not mesh with her plans for them though. As he finally starts to receive glimpses of his breaking point, Jack faces the even harsher reality that he may never get the chance he so desperately wants to be happy.

When it becomes apparent Jack must choose between facing up to his actions, or risking everything for love once more…..Jack is unsure of who, or what, to trust. Most of all, he questions whether or not he can trust himself and the feelings he has for a woman yet again.

With vicious memories haunting him, and life inside of a psych ward starting to become the new reality he never wanted, Jack must become that part of him that he hates if he is to survive the 13th floor of Effingham. No one is safe in the mind of Jack Savage. And he’ll do whatever it takes to make things right in his mind.

Only Jack knows what Jack is capable of…

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**Author’s note: Although Captive No More is the first book in an exciting trilogy, it is also intended to serve as a stand-alone story. As such, it is the intent of the author not to incorporate the common “cliff-hanger ending” technique. All of the titles in The Jack Savage Trilogy will seek to follow this mantra.**

 

COVER REVEAL ~ CURSED LOVE BY T.H SNYDER

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Lincoln Minzotto has the life everyone wants, yet he resents it.

He’s grown up as the youngest of three children to a wealthy congressman and successful lawyer. Pushed to his absolute excellence, Linc felt the real path for him was different than his parents’ hopes and dreams.

On the most important night of his father’s reelection, Linc makes a choice that will lead to a lifetime of regret.

Deciding to start a new life, he and his best friend, Daulton, purchase a rundown tattoo shop called Cursed Magic.

While restoring Cursed Magic, Linc’s faith in life is put to the test in more ways than one. Faced with the horrors of the bleak, starless nights and the women that come and go, he decides to give up all together, until one fateful night with a stranger.

Will one night shape his future forever? Can he turn the Curse he’s endured into a blessing even though all odds are against him?



About the Author
 
t. h. snyder (1979) was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania. For six years she worked in the field of higher education while earning her Bachelor and Master Degrees in Management from University of Phoenix. She’s a single mother to two children. She became an avid reader in spring of 2012 and since has read over 250 books. Her genre of interest ranges from Romance to thrilling Paranormal. This is more than just a hobby for her, it’s a passion to read the words of great authors and bring life to their stories with her reviews and character castings. She started writing her first novel in June of 2013 and is anxious to see where this journey takes her!!

Blog Tour ~ Broken City Series by D.D Chant

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TITLE – Broken City
SERIES – Broken City
AUTHOR – D.D. Chant
GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 2011
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 97,187
PUBLISHER – Self Published
COVER ARTIST – Laura Tunstall

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Deeta Richards has never seen the outside world. Before she was born a banking crisis brought civilization to an end and now no one leaves the safety of the compounds unless they need to, but Deeta still dreams of seeing more than the building she was born in.

Tom is in the guard, this group are the only people that the tribal elders allow to leave the compound and Tom knows only too well that Deeta could never survive the harshness that exists outside. Then tragedy strikes and Deeta and her Sister Jan find themselves captured by a hostile tribe. Why does Tom know so much about these people? And why do they know so much about him? As this mystery draws to a climax, they discover that their friend Tom is not quite what he seems…..

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I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I’m aware of is the faintly groggy feeling you get when you’ve been woken from sleep quickly. A glance at the clock tells me that forty minutes have gone by, yet the room is still silent, with no noise to rouse me from what had obviously been a deep sleep. I stand up and meet my own eyes in the mirror above the fire place. I’m staring at myself in a dazed kind of way, when I realise that mine is not the only figure reflected in its polished surface.

I suppose it must have been the second time he walked through this room and the first time he didn’t notice me curled up in the depths of the large arm chair. He seems quite as shocked as I am to find he’s not alone.

A full second elapses before I utter a strangled scream and leg it through the door and into the passage way. The first thing I come across is another camouflaged figure and my panic ratchets up a notch. I think of the children, who in about fifteen minute’s time, will joyfully be free of the shackles of their lessons.

The two soldiers are behind me, so only way to go is up the stairs. The knowledge that I am leading the intruders towards the children, rings in my head. With the sound of pursuit hideously loud in the stairwell, coherent thought is proving difficult. I’m half way up the forth flight when I hear Dec’s jubilant voice proclaiming himself the winner of some unseen race.

“Dec, run!” My voice cracks and my throat, already sore, tightens.

Dec’s voice exclaiming above my head is cut short as he sees my pursuers. I hear the door onto the stairwell open and close above me and a moment later something hit the floor behind me with a dull thud. A cheer reverberates around the walls.

Dec, bless him, hadn’t run away when I told him to, instead he’d brought a large book from the school room above and hurled it at one of my attackers. As that soldier was at this very moment out cold on the steps, I guess his aim must have been pretty accurate.

The last of the men is felled by some sort of encyclopaedia, this time lobbed by Roydon. I reach the landing they are standing on, completely out of breath. Roydon and Dec seize a hand each and drag me after Ricky who is holding Tarri in his arms and has Carris’s hand tucked in his.

From the direction in which they are going, I think their destination is Ralph’s house. But we keep running into the strangers that have breached the building and our efforts bring us almost full circle. We come to a standstill in one of the rooms with a connecting door and pause breathlessly.

“Who are they?” whispers Roydon.

“I don’t know, but they have some pretty neat kit,” answers Ricky. He relinquishes Tarri into Carris’s arms and places an ear to the door. “Ssh — someone’s coming!”

Ricky steps back a little from the door and we all wait expectantly. Sure enough it begins to open, Ricky waits until it is almost half way before he kicks it shut with all his might. We turn and run though the connecting door in to the room on the other side and out on to the corridor beyond. We are tantalisingly close to Ralph’s house.

How it happens I hardly know, but as Dec passes the open door of the school room, he is dragged kicking and screaming through the door by unseen hands. I scream and pull as hard as I can on the handle, but it won’t move. I realise they must have locked it behind them. Ralph’s door is just a little further on and I grab Ricky’s arm.

“Ricky, take the children to Ralph and stay there.”

“But…”

I don’t know what he had been going to say, but he stops abruptly and nods.

As I turn and run down the hallway I hear them banging on the Clark’s door.

There is no sign of Dec when I enter the school room, but from the knocked over chairs it is obvious that there has been some struggling. I run through the next two rooms desperately and hear, in the distance, Dec’s voice raised in protest. I burst into the corridor to find him struggling madly with one of the camouflaged soldiers. Picking up a stool from the room I have just come through, I use it to hit the man around the head. He sinks to the floor moaning and I taking Dec’s hand. We run down the passage, around the corner and up the steps, slap bang into more of the soldiers.

Instinctively I push Dec behind me, below their visors I see derision in the soldier’s faces and when they step forwards, they pull us apart easily. Trying to tear away from the vice like grip on my arm, I pull my knee up into the soldier’s stomach. His smirk changes quickly to a snarl of pain and my struggles become more desperate. I manage to free an arm long enough to punch him in the face. I must admit to a feeling of gratification as blood begins to trickle from his nose.

There is blinding pain as his fist connects with my face, slapping it sharply sideways and causing me to lurch backwards. I fall to the floor and it’s only Dec screaming my name that brings me groggily to my feet. I am rewarded by a merciless grip on my arm, forcing it behind me and well up my back as the soldier drives me heavily into the wall. I slip to the floor weakly, again hearing Dec’s voice calling to me. The sound grows gradually fainter, until my eyes close and I hear nothing.

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TITLE – Broken Truce
SERIES – Broken City
AUTHOR – D.D. Chant
GENRE – Post Apocalyptic/Dystopia/Romance
PUBLICATION DATE – 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 94,403
PUBLISHER – Self Published
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Life isn’t turning out the way Deeta thought it would. With the Lewises defeated and peace between the tribes, she’d believed that the dark times were in the past.

However, troubles between the tribe continue and the Andak council has selected Tom as ambassador and chief spokesmen to the other tribes.

Deeta knows that there is still much resentment against the Andak, that Tom is in danger every time he leaves the safety of Andak city.

Struggling with her own her own complicated feelings against the tribe that she is now a part of, Deeta tries to ignore the changing attitudes growing within her.

Then Tom is betrayed and with the whole City thrown in to great danger, Deeta finds that reality can’t be ignored forever…

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The keys jangle in the lock and the soldier pulls the door open, his grin displaying gaps where his two front teeth should have been.

“Well come on, stop hiding in the shadows, no need to be scared of me.”

Tom doesn’t answer him but walks past him and in to the room beyond. Presented with Tom’s back the soldier seems to lose what little sense he has, he launches himself at Tom. Tom twists away from him, catching his collar as he passes and ramming him in to the opposite wall.

A dull crack fills the room as the soldier’s head connects with stone work, he collapses, sinking to his knees and groaning. With a sharp expletive, the second soldier comes at Tom slowly, very cautiously.

They circle each other measuringly, looking for weaknesses, for any opening. This soldier is younger than the first, not so beefy, but still strong. He holds back, studying Tom even as Tom studies him.

He’s better trained, Tom realises, not the mindless thug that usually passed for a Lewis soldier. This man had been taught caution, to think three moves ahead of his opponent. This man was dangerous, but he used his brain, so maybe there was a chance that he could be reasoned with.

“We don’t have to do this.” Tom holds his hands up, palms outward. “I’ll go back into my cell and we can forget this happened.”

The soldier smiles menacingly.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you; to get your own way here, just like you do in the City.”

His left hand falls to his waist and he pulls free a six inch long blade. One edge is curved down into a point, the other carved into jagged notches that gleam in the artificial light. Tom’s face loses all expression, his hands curl into fists and he raises them slightly.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“What’s wrong?” spits the soldier tauntingly. “Are you scared?”

Tom’s eyes never waver from the face, filled with fury, before him.

“You fight with fists the worst you’re going to get is some bruises, maybe a few broken bones, but you had to go and pull and knife. One of us is going to end this bleeding.” Tom’s voice drops, his tone blank. “It won’t be me.”

The soldier laughs, an angry, mocking sound.

“Arrogant son of a…”

Before the soldier can say another word, Tom’s fist crashes into his mouth silencing him abruptly. He staggers back, eyes dilated in shock.

“If you want to make it out of this fight alive, I suggest you leave my mother out of this.”

“You crazy bas…”

Tom’s eyes snap coldly.

“I mean it; you’ll leave my mother out of this if you want to continue breathing.”

With a quick thrust, the soldier slashes his knife through the air. Tom jerks back and pivots, catching hold of his knife arm. They sway together dangerously, crashing into chairs and the table.

It isn’t a pretty fight, there’s no time to do anything but react, and more than once Tom finds himself deflecting the blade at the last possible second. They struggle together a little longer, beginning to pant as their exertion slows them down a little.

Tom reflects grimly that if he wasn’t being so careful about hurting the guy, he would have finished him already. He couldn’t cause the brute too much damage, it would only mean more trouble in the long run, more of these pointless, posturing fights.

Tom knew if he gave in to his desire to have it over and done with quickly, it would become a point of honour, and the rest of the soldiers would consider it their duty to grind the prisoner into the ground. That was the last think he needed, he had enough to worry about without taking gladiatorial events in to account.

Ned’s voice interrupted his thoughts, calling out a frantic warning and Tom turned just in time to see the first solder, recovered from his close inspection of the wall, baring down on him with a chair levelled at his head.

Tom has no time to avoid the blow, but raises his arm slightly to deflect it from his head to his right shoulder. The force sends him reeling backward, clutching at his arm. The first soldier stands, the chair now a splintered wreck in his hands, and glares Ned.

“You warned him.” His voice is filled with shock.

Ned’s eyes widened in fear, and his mouth opens and closees a few times without any sound coming out.

“What’s wrong with you, shrimp?” The furious soldier advances on the boy slowly. “Forgotten whose side you’re on, have you?”

Ned backed away nervously, his hands rising in a pleading gesture.

“C-captain Max said…”

“Captain Max said,” mimics the soldier. “Take a look around you, shrimp: Captain Max isn’t here.”

He makes a lunge for the boy, catching him by the collar, but Ned manages to twist away. He skids across the floor to stand beside Tom, his retreat only making the two soldiers angrier. With a deft flick of his wrist, the second soldier throws his knife and Ned closes his eyes, bracing himself for the pain of impact.

The moments pass and the boy prises one eye open.

Tom’s arm is stretched out in front of him, on a level with Ned’s throat. The knife is buried deep in his forearm, blood beginning to ooze from wound to drip on the floor. The room is silent, Ned’s horrified gaze transfers from the gruesome sight of the blade protruding from Tom’s arm, to Tom’s white face and icy expression. He coldly appraises the men before him, and the two soldiers expressions fill with horror and fear.

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My name is Dee Dee, I’m twenty six and I live in a beautiful part of Devon, England with my family. I have a younger sister, Amy who is a brilliant guitar player, some chickens, duck, geese, pheasants, a cat (that adopted us when we moved in!!!) and some Koi.

Broken City is actually my second novel. My first, as my Aunt so delicately put it, was crazy. In my defence I was only sixteen when I wrote it. On the plus side I learnt a lot (or so I hope) and two years later ‘Broken City’ was finished. Due to the support I have received from readers I have just finished the next book in the Broken City series, Broken Truce!

I have another book, ‘The Promise’, which is set in Saxon England is the beginning of a series. I’ve just begun to edit the next book and I’m really looking forward to releasing it.
My third series is called The Chronicles of Discord. The first book, ‘Fracture’, is set in the distant future and tells the story of Astra, a young woman with a very big secret.

I have just finished the second book in the series and it’s currently awaiting editing.
I really hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoy writing them.

I love reading and have a kindle: I read almost anything with adventure and romance in it! I also like to cook and wear impractical high heels!!! And as you might have noticed I have a horrible addiction to exclamation marks!!!

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Amelia Wellington is a quiet, young, successful business woman. Her past relationships have left her with scars so deep she has sworn off men all together. Until that one fateful day she quite literally runs into Doctor Kyle Peters, that is.

Doctor Kyle Peters is a busy young OB/GYN holding on to a tragic past that has torn his family apart, making it difficult for him to give his heart to any woman. But when a beautiful woman crashes into him on a routine day at work, he finds his world turning upside down.

Will Running Into Love be enough for them to find a happily ever after together? Does Kyle have what it takes to heal Amelia’s broken heart and change her outlook on life? Will Kyle’s past result in tragedy as history repeats itself?

When it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes you have to run not walk.

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I am an “Indie” adult contemporary romance author. I am a wife and a stay at home mom. I have been married to my wonderful husband since 1996. I love being a stay at home mom to our two teenage boys. We have a handful of pets, a dog named Lucy (who is in my books), a guinea pig named Flufy, (my son spells her name that way) and a cat named meow-meow, who adopted us many years ago and has never left.

I never liked reading as a kid and I only started reading romance novels in the past few years. Soon I couldn’t get enough of them. My Kindle and I are inseparable now. A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and my sister-in-law. It didn’t take long to figure out that I really enjoyed writing.

I entered my book in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest in January of 2013. Needless to say my three hundred word pitch didn’t even make it through the first round. My book never even got read. So now what do you do with a 50,000+ word book? With more encouragement by my wonderful family I decided to self- publish it. So here I am today a self- published author. It has been a lot of hard work but I wouldn’t change a single thing.

It has not been an easy road and there has been a lot of self- doubt, but I stuck with it and I wouldn’t change a thing. I’ve been blessed to have been put in contact with some amazing people that have supported and encouraged me every step of the way.

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Release Date: February 25, 2014

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Organization – that’s what I do. Control – it’s my middle name.

Hello. I’m Elizabeth – your personal concierge. My job is to play fairy godmother to the rich and famous.

The universal rulebook may say to never mix business with pleasure, but its author never worked for Grant Morgan, my sexy and brooding client. As a top attorney in Manhattan, Grant is used to calling the shots and dominating everything he touches. He also changes girlfriends as often as I pick up his dry cleaning. A part of me still wishes I could let him command my body and take me in ways I’ve never imagined, though.

One moment of weakness is all it takes to change everything forever. 

Addicted – I can’t get enough of him. Consumed – He’s all I think and dream about.

The book has officially been thrown out the window. I’m in love and completely terrified. With lines blurred, I find myself lying, cheating and stealing to protect myself from being hurt. But my choices affect more than just me and now I’m not so sure what I’m trying to protect myself from.

Will love be enough to erase all I’ve done? Or have I made the biggest mistake of all?

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Arms in the air, hips swaying, I lost myself in the sounds of 112’s, “Peaches and Cream.” Matt moved up behind me, pulling me back against his hard chest, grinding his hips into mine. His hands glided teasingly down my arms and sides, causing a slow burn in my belly. His hand moved my hair over my shoulder so his lips could skim along the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Feeling like I was being watched, my eyes opened and looked directly into the blazing, heated gaze of Grant Morgan. I had made myself forget that he was here, but apparently he hadn’t forgotten I was. He sat forward in his booth, his one arm propped on his leg – watching me. He was the master of his domain and of his body. You could tell he was at ease with himself and knew how to command his body. He had a powerful aura now that I was closer to him. And if I wasn’t mistaken, his jaw seemed to tick when Matt ran his hands intimately down my thighs as he danced behind me.

From that moment forward, I danced for Grant. It was beyond my control. My imagination went wild with thoughts of him behind me, moving me sensually against him. Matt or not, I only wanted him to watch me. Only wanted him to touch me. Only wanted him to want me. It was dangerous. It was reckless. It was everything I wasn’t.

Grant watched me the whole time. Even when waitresses brought him what looked like whiskey or scotch. Even when Nik came back to talk with him. It was a rare occasion for me to look his way and not see his eyes on me. The heated look in them made my skin tingle and my panties grow wet with desire. I might as well have been naked, for the way his eyes stripped me bare.

At one point, I caught him subtly adjusting himself. When he did that, I closed my eyes, overcome with a wave of need. I ran my hands over my breasts and down my torso, further stimulating myself. I could imagine my hands down his pants, feeling his hardness beneath my palm as I squeezed it and made him hiss with pleasure. And when my hands skirted farther down my body, I imagined it was his, seeking to give me the same pleasure that I was giving him.

And that was how I spent the rest of the night. Seductively beckoning Grant to join me. Secretly wishing he would answer my unspoken call. When a man I didn’t know came up and pulled him away, I watched him leave the club and felt an odd sense of loss blanket me. What was happening to me?

 

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Jessica is the author of the Love Square series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she’s been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world.

Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.

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