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Book Blast, Giveaway & Top Ten -Into the West by J.A. Campbell @jacampbellauth @sparklebooktour

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Into the West by  J.A. Campbell
 
Audience: Young Adult 13+ - Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Time Travel, Adventure - Format: E –book - Publisher: Untold Press - Cover by: Sean Hayden, Untold Press - Pages: 287 - ASIN: B00X6TCUIM - Date Published: May 29 2015
 
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A romantic, young adult, time travel adventure! 13+
Tina Harker is a typical teenager. She loves hanging with her friends at the mall, buying shoes, and getting manicures. Most of all, she loves horses. Her life is everything she wants until her father drags their family to Arizona. Now she’s living in a virtual ghost town in the middle of the desert, millions of miles from the nearest shopping center.
The one small highlight in the dreadful situation is the local ranch. They have a horse Tina can ride anytime she wants. Trying to make the best of her situation, Tina goes on her first cattle drive and gets a lot more adventure than she expected.
Bandits, cattle thieves, and a really cute cowboy are only the beginning as she finds out the ranch she is coming to love is in grave danger. Can Tina find the strength to travel back in time and save the ranch when her very life is on the line? It’s no simple trip to the mall, but with a little help from her cowboy, she might just save the day
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So, how is it?
Tina stared at her phone, amazed she had cell service, then back out the window of her parents' car.
OMG. Just…OMG. I can't believe they're doing this to me, she texted back.
When Jessica didn't reply, Tina sighed. It's like being on Mars. All red and brown and flat. No trees. Some mountains, I guess. Alien. Horrible. She sent that text and waited.
Her phone beeped, searching for signal, then found reception again.
Hugs. I'll come visit soon. I miss you. Gotta go. TTYL.
Tina put her phone away and stared out the window. She saw nothing out there. No stores, no restaurants, no school, no people. Just empty desert–horrible.
"Honey, we're almost there," her mom said, sounding excited.
"Almost where?" she muttered, crossing her arms and glaring at her feet.
Her dad glanced over his shoulder with a big grin on his face. "Almost home, sweetheart."
"Almost to hell," she said, even more quietly so her parents wouldn't hear. Even the radio broadcast more static than music as reception faded in and out.
Tina went back to staring out the window since it was marginally more interesting than her feet. She supposed she would have to get used to the view. Like it or not, she couldn't escape this hellhole until she went to college. The next two years would drag before she could return to lush green trees that dotted the concrete sea of New Jersey.
Her dad slowed and turned off the highway onto a dirt road. The car bumped, waking her little sister, Betsy.
"Are we there yet?" Her sister stretched and glanced out the window. She paused mid-stretch and Tina could see the surprise on her face. "Wow!"
Tina shook her head. Of course Betsy would be excited.
"This is so cool!" She bounced in her seat. Or maybe that was the potholes in the road. Did they ever fix things out here?
Tina ground her teeth. All she could see in the distance were more of the weird, red mountain things and a dirt road stretching to nowhere. "Where is this place we're supposed to be going?"
"Home, sweetie," her mom said in a sugary sweet tone.
"Sure, if we were Martians."
"Tina Harker," her dad said. "Do not talk that way to your mother."
Tina sank down in her seat and crossed her arms again. This totally sucks, she thought to herself. She tried not to hit her head on the top of the sedan as they jolted down what was supposed to be a road.
"Hey, look, a house!" Betsy bounced again in her seat. This time Tina knew it wasn't just the bad road. "And, Tina, a horse. Maybe they'll let you ride it."
Tina sighed and tried to ignore her little sister. Her parents had obviously sold the ten-year-old on the adventure, but Tina had left more behind than Betsy. Not wanting to see any horses right now, she didn't even try to look. She missed Frankie, the thoroughbred she had leased for over a year. It wasn't fair that she had to leave him behind. Tina had planned on buying him, but with the move, there was no way. Her parents had told her there were plenty of horses in Arizona and she'd find one there. They didn't understand. She didn't want just any horse. She wanted her horse.
Tears welled in her eyes, and she took a couple of deep breaths, trying not to cry.
A few minutes later, they passed another house on Tina's side of the car and she couldn't help but stare. A fence surrounded a large, dusty yard. The front porch seemed welcoming, except that one side sagged dangerously and the chipped tan paint peeled badly.
She wondered if anyone actually lived there. She didn't see anyone, but saw a swing set in the yard and a rusty pickup parked in the backyard. It reminded her of a bad T.V. show.
Ages later, they passed a couple more houses in better repair than the last. Finally her dad pulled off the bumpy non-road onto another bumpy non-road. They continued for another small eternity before Tina saw a cluster of buildings that looked like stores. Her dad turned down something like a main street and stopped in front of one of the small stores.
"Welcome to Golton, kids."
Tina looked around her, horrified. "I thought you said we were moving to a town."
Her dad smiled at her and opened the car door. "It's a ghost town."
Tina stared while he got out and stretched. The hot blast of dry air made sweat bead on her forehead, and then quickly dry. She felt like her skin would crack. Her dad shut the door, but with the car off, it would heat up fast. She didn't want to get out, but she couldn't stay in. Betsy had already jumped out and, as usual, bounced around her dad.
The heat made her wish she were wearing a halter-top, but the intense sun made her glad that her shirt covered her shoulders. The tan she had from riding her horse wasn't enough to protect her.
She wondered if her dad joked about this being Golton. Forget about ghosts. There was nothing here to haunt.
"Come on, honey, let's go see the store."
Tina sighed. Maybe it would be air-conditioned.
Her dad talked quietly with the man behind the counter. The store had a little of everything, but not much of any one thing, and no variety. If you wanted toothpaste, you got Crest. If you wanted apples, you got red. Tina folded her arms across her chest and tried to pretend she was in a bad horror movie and she'd eventually be rescued and taken back to civilization, but not before the movie-monster got her sister.
Speaking of horror movies...Tina picked up a book called Missing in Arizona. The intro page said something about Golton being an area with a large number of disappearances.
"Tina, come here for a minute," her dad called.
She hastily put down the book, hoping it was a joke, and joined her dad. Betsy shook the clerk's hand.
"Tina, this is Mike. He owns this store," her dad said.
The man behind the counter had the brownest skin she'd ever seen with short, jet black hair and an easy grin. He looked about her dad's age, forty or so.
"Hi," Tina said, smiling, and trying not to stare. She offered her hand and managed not to ask Mike if he was a real Indian.
Betsy had the benefit of being ten. "Tina, guess what? He's a real Indian. A Nav…" She hesitated and looked up at Mike.
He smiled down at the little girl. "Navajo."
"Betsy, they are Native Americans," Tina's mom said, sounding horrified.
Mike smiled at Betsy and winked. "Navajo," he repeated.
"It's nice to meet you," Tina said, glad to meet another human in this desolate waste.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Tina. Welcome to Golton. If there is anything you need and we don't have it here, I can probably order it for you." He smiled again. He had an accent, but Tina didn't know if it was because he was a Native American or an Arizonian.
"Thanks," Tina said. "Hey, that book back there said a lot of people go missing here. What's up with that?"
He shrugged. "Conspiracy theories mostly. Seems like people go hiking in the desert and get lost and die. Stay close to civilization until you know your way around and you'll be fine."
"Thanks!" Tina was glad to know that the book wasn't serious.
"It's good to see you again, Mike. I just wanted to introduce the girls and my wife," Tina's dad said.
"Oh, those government boys were by the house with your things yesterday. I stopped in, didn't seem like they were making too much of a mess, so I left them to it. My wife locked up after them. I'll call her and have her meet you there with the other set of keys," Mike said.
"Thanks." Her dad placed the money for Betsy's candy bar on the counter, and reached across to shake Mike's hand.
They spoke for a few more minutes, but Tina tuned her parents and Mike out and glanced at some of the knickknacks in the store.
Finally, her parents and Betsy headed for the door. Tina followed them outside.
"See, it's not so bad here," her dad said, opening the car door. "Lots of nice people."
Tina wondered where the other people were, but she didn't feel like getting into another argument. At least not right then.
The car had baked in the sun and it hadn't completely cooled down by the time her dad stopped again in front of a house. It was a two-story house with wooden siding and a large front porch. It looked like it may have been painted sometime in the past decade. As an added bonus, the porch only sagged slightly in the middle.
"There's a fence," Betsy said, bouncing again. "Can we get a dog, since we have a yard and a fence?"
Tina rolled her eyes. Their townhouse back in Jersey wasn't big enough for a dog, or at least that's what her parents kept saying.
"We'll talk about it once we get settled," her dad said.
"Cool." Betsy nodded, as if they had already decided they would get a dog.
Tina wondered if she could talk her parents into a horse if Betsy got a dog. She doubted it. Especially since the horse she wanted lived in New Jersey. Frankie probably wouldn't like it here anyway. Tina didn't.
The hot, dry air blasted her as she stepped out of the car. The paint was probably white at one point, but it looked kind of yellowish now, though it hadn't started to peel yet. It reminded Tina of a farmhouse out of an old movie.
Her mom had a funny expression on her face, kind of like the first time she'd tasted Betsy's cooking and had to pretend she liked it. She stared at the house.
Tina's dad put his arm around her and gave her a hug. "Just needs a little fixing up."
"Well, let's go explore," her mom said after another few moments of silence. She sounded as cheery as before, but Tina wasn't quite convinced. Betsy, on the other hand, seemed excited.
"Look, we're in a real house, with space and stuff. Can we get a swing set?" She bounced up the front porch and tried the doorknob. "It's locked."
"I have the key," her dad said, following Betsy.
Tina placed her foot gingerly on the steps up to the front door. They also sagged in the middle, but at least held her weight.
"Tina, I bet it's haunted," Betsy said once they were inside. "Look at this old picture. Think she's still here?"
Betsy pointed to a portrait of a woman on the wall. She wore a bonnet like in an old movie and a dress with flowers on it. Tina wasn't sure, but she thought the woman might have been a Native American.
Her dad laughed. "Mike assured me the house wasn't haunted. This house has been in his family for a long time."
"I thought Indians lived in teepees," Betsy said.
"Some of them used to, honey. Most of them live in houses these days," Tina's mom said.
Tina turned away from the picture. A lighter spot on the yellowed wallpaper next to it had probably held another picture. She noticed stairs to the second floor that started right by the front door. The bare wood floor looked polished, probably by years of footsteps. The kitchen was straight back from the front door, and there was another room opened off to her left. Their new house didn't seem terribly large, but it was bigger than their townhome in Jersey.
Huffing, Tina glanced around. "Is there electricity?"
Both her mom and dad gave her the don't-be-ridiculous look.
"Hey, a fireplace," Betsy shouted from the living room. "Can we have a fire, Mom?"
"When it is cooler, dear."
Tina sighed and followed the sound of her sister's voice into the living room. Their stylish leather couch and loveseat were completely out of place across from the stone fireplace. Boxes were stacked everywhere and spilled into the kitchen. She wandered toward the kitchen.
Betsy screamed.

Top Ten

Top Ten YA Heroes.

Hermione Granger – Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom – Harry Potter

Jane Drew from The Dark is Rising sequence by Susan Cooper.

The Black Stallion (Go with me here, he’s one of my heroes)

Jack from Timothy Zahn’s Dragonback series.

The Teen Titians – DC comics

The Runaways – Marvel comics

Brown, the ghost hunting dog.

Rogue (as a YA in X Men)

Sabaska from Sabaska’s Tale.


 

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Julie has been many things over the last few years, from college student, to bookstore clerk and an over the road trucker. She’s worked as a 911 dispatcher and in computer tech support, but through it all she’s been a writer and when she’s not out riding horses, she can usually be found sitting in front of her computer. She lives in Colorado with her three cats, her vampire-hunting dog Kira, her new horse and Traveler-in training, Triska, and her Irish Sailor.She is the author of many Vampire and Ghost-Hunting Dog stories and the young adult fantasy series Tales of the Travelers. She’s a member of the Horror Writers Association and the Dog Writers of America Association and the editor for Steampunk Trails fiction magazine.
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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Book Blast, Giveaway & Top Ten: Lip Service by Adele Downs @Adele_Downs

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Adele Downs

Print Length: 116 pages

Publisher: Boroughs Publishing Group

Release Date: April 27, 2015

ASIN: B00WT1EA2W

Genre: Hot contemporary romance

Book Description:

Getting Between Jack…

Orphaned at a young age, Legs Anderson owes her Aunt Ada everything. The stoic old lady raised her, and Ada’s warnings about men—and the Harris boys in particular—have stuck, even after her death. Of course, that could be because Ada stuck around, too.

…And His Legs

Patience is not one of Jack Harris’ virtues, and he’s waited too long to start a life with the woman he’s loved since childhood instead of them just knocking boots. Now Ada is interfering from beyond the grave, haunting the old Victorian house she bequeathed to her niece and reinforcing Legs’s fears of commitment.

But Jack won’t give up. No matter what trouble may follow, the house will be renovated, Ada will learn to let go, Legs will put her money where her mouth is… then Jack’ll put his lips everywhere else.

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"Move in with me, dammit. You’re the most stubborn woman I ever knew.”

Legs topped his coffee cup with fresh brew, easy as you please. “No more stubborn than you, since you keep askin’ the same old question. I have my own place.”

Jack frowned and stabbed his egg yolks, making them run. “Then let me live with you.”

“In my aunt’s house?” Legs asked like he was crazy.

“It’s your house now.”

“I’m trying to fix it up. I have to patch and paint. There’s no room for your things.”

“I’ll help you and then you’ll have plenty of space for me. And my stuff.”

Her ponytail shook with her reply. “Ada won’t like it. She’ll think it’s immoral.”

Jack leaned forward. “You talk about her like she’s still with us. She’s been gone over a year, sweetheart.” His voice dropped an octave and his brow creased. “Don’t you think she’d give in after all this time?”

Legs wrinkled her nose. “No. She thinks you’re a wanderer.”

Jack tossed down his fork. “I own a sporting goods store! I go fishing!”

He touched her hand when she got close enough and drew little circles around her wrist bone with a fingertip. The preschool teachers from Let’s Explore stifled sighs at the next table. “It’s time to let go, darlin’.” His expression turned earnest. “She raised you, I know. But I want to be with you now. It’s time to let me in.”

“Not if it means letting her go. I’m sorry, Jack. I just can’t do that to her.”

Jack sighed and returned to his breakfast. “We’ll talk about this again tomorrow.”

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Top 10 Hot Movie Kisses

Lip Service by Adele Downs

The hottest movie kisses I’ve ever seen were between Jude Law and Nicole Kidman in Cold Mountain before he goes off to war. O.M.G.

Anything with Brad Pitt; especially Thelma and Louise, Legends of The Fall, Meet Joe Black, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Brad kisses Geena Davis, Julia Ormond, Claire Forlani, Angelina Jolie.

From Here to Eternity---Burt Lancaster and Debra Kerr

Crazy, Stupid, Love—Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone

The Notebook—Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams

Ghost—Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore

Titanic—Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet

Original Sin—Antonio Banderas and Angelina Jolie

Pretty Woman—Richard Gere and Julia Roberts

Casablanca—Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman

 

 

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Adele Downs writes Contemporary Romance inside the office of her rural Pennsylvania home. She is a former journalist, published in newspapers and magazines in the USA, UK and Caribbean.

Adele is an active member of Romance Writers of America and her local RWA chapter where she serves as past-president. She has written several articles for RWR magazine (Romance Writers Report), and she has presented workshops for writers.

When Adele isn’t working on her current project, she can be found riding in her convertible or reading a book on the nearest beach.

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Monday, June 29, 2015

Book Blast & Giveaway: Burning Desire by Ravyn Rayne @blushingravyn

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TITLE – Burning Desire SERIES – Federal Agent Chronicles #1 AUTHOR – Ravyn Rayne GENRE – Romantic Erotica, Crime Drama, Thriller PUBLICATION DATE – May 6, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) - 25k words PUBLISHER – Blushing Books COVER ARTIST – Blushing Books

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Saving people is FBI Agent Kaitlyn Rivers drug of choice. That’s not the only thing she loves about her job. The sexual tension is mounting between Kaitlyn and her alpha boss, Agent Joel Connor.
Assigned into an undercover operation to stop a serial child abductor with the pathetic Cole Sommers, Kaitlyn is silently thrilled when Cole is forced off the case and Joel steps in.
Intense romance, steamy sex scenes, and a nail-gripping case that will attract fans of crime dramas and thrillers. This action-packed erotica is sure to leave you pleased three times over!

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I feel a hand in my hair, brushing a soft strand away and I roll into his touch, wanting more. "Joel?" I whisper with shut eyes and a smile. When did he get home? I feel coarse rough hands slide down my neck and my stomach tenses. Something feels off. Joel's hands are smooth. My eyes flash open, seeing an unfamiliar short chubby male figure looming over me. His breath smells like rancid milk. The room is dark from the sun setting and the lights off, but I can still make out enough features for a lineup.
His hands forcefully pin mine above my head, giving me no time to try and retrieve my gun across the room. I need to fight back. My eyes widen as my adrenaline kicks in.
"Where's the baby?"

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Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.
Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally. Prefer less steamy novels? Try her out here.

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Friday, June 26, 2015

Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: The Do It List by @gJillianStone

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Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Jillian Stone

Date of Publication: June 19, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-9963459-1-0

Number of pages: 334

Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Jillian Stone

Book Tagline: 10 sexual encounters. No strings attached.

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Hotshot copywriter Gracie Taylor-Scott has a reputation—for her artfully edgy ads. A rising star at Darcy Wexler Dean, New York, the long hours are perfect cover for Gracie’s fear of intimacy issues.

Great job. Great pay. No life—including her on again off again sex life. Then one night, she is plunged into darkness with a handsome stranger.

Bradley Craig is the new head of DWD’s research division, and this ad man has secrets of his own. Much lauded in his field of consumer behavior, there’s a darker side to the attractive ad man—his erotic, list-maker side.

Gracie and Bradley are assigned to work on the biggest new business pitch Darcy Wexler Dean will be in all year, and the two tangle immediately, battling copy concepts and focus group findings along with their explosive attraction to each other.

Bradley has a proposition: they make a list. Ten erotic sexual encounters, no strings attached. What’s at stake? Two Super Bowl spots and two fragile hearts.

Excerpt

“Close the door, Gracie.”

I checked the hallway through the floor-to-ceiling glass by the exit. No one was about. Coworkers were in their offices, filling out time sheets, getting ready to call it a day.

I shut the door with a soft click.

“I believe there’s a light switch on the wall.” He used a huskier voice, more like the elevator Bradley.

I pressed the controls, and the conference room dimmed enough not to be seen by passersby, as long as we kept things quiet. Nose to the door, I stared at the smooth, matte-black surface.

“I know things got a little heated––” I stopped myself and cringed. Was I talking about last night or the testy words between us several minutes ago? And since when weren’t things heated between us? I sucked in a calming breath and exhaled silently.

It occurred to me, this attraction to Bradley might well be the hottest, most erotic experience of my life. I pivoted away from the door to face him.

“Sorry I can’t be more enthusiastic about creative testing, it’s just that I’ve been screwed by research in the past, and not in a good way.”

Bradley flopped down on the sofa and raked me over with his gaze. He patted the seat next to him. “You and I need to build some trust.”

I approached slowly. “Have you any idea how many focus groups I’ve sat through where smirking research geeks underlined every word or phrase that didn’t test high enough—some of them the best words and phrases I’ve ever written in my life?”

I dropped my bag on the floor for emphasis. “Just once, I’d like to believe research has my back.”

He clasped my wrist and tugged. “Since we’re going to be working closely together…” He pulled me lower.

I settled a knee to each side of his thighs and straddled him. It was about time I climbed on the man. “How close?”

“Intimate close.” He easily worked through the buttons of my pants.

“You’re staring at my belly button.”

“You have a piercing.” His gaze turned darker, hungrier—as if I were a mocha chocolate truffle and he had a craving for Godiva.

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

 I’ve always been a storyteller.  When I was an art director in advertising I told visual stories in print and film.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

  I still have moments where I question whether or not I’m a writer. I have to remind myself that I’ve written seven full-length books and two novellas. I don’t think any creative person should ever get too cocky, but I also dislike fake humility. Steve Jobs closed his Stanford commencement speech with the words: Stay hungry, stay foolish. I think that’s where I’m going to stay.

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

The second book I wrote won the 2010 RWA Golden Heart and was published by Pocket Books, so I guess you could say I published very quickly.  Looking back, I’m not sure that was such a good thing. I was not prepared for the business of being an author so the learning curve was severe and painful. 

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

  I still work as a creative in   advertising, but not full time. I freelance so that I can schedule in writing time.

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

 THE DO IT LIST is my latest release, and the book draws heavily on the contemporary world of big time advertising. Mad Men meets Mad Women––instead of Don Draper, it’s Gracie Taylor-Scott’s story.

Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish? 

 Pocket Books and Kensington Brava publish my historical romance titles and my new release, THE DO IT LIST is self-published.

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

 Oh gosh, I’m so slow compared to some of the other writers I know. I write about two books a year.

What can we expect from you in the future?  ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre? 

I enjoy writing in different genres while I discover who I am as a writer.  I have a several book ideas in development right now, including a graphic novel. I am currently writing the sequel to THE DO IT LIST and the first novel in a Gentlemen of Scotland Yard spin off series this year.

What genre would you place your books into?

 THE DO IT LIST is a contemporary romance with erotic elements. CODENAME: DRAGON is Historical Romantic Suspense. I’m working on a graphic novel with

Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?

  I create a playlist for every book, and the music becomes so embedded in my brain that months, even years later a tune will play and it brings back a particular scene in detail.

Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?

 I use a working title until something in the story triggers the title you publish. The first book in a series is always the hardest title. Once you get the series title theme going, it becomes somewhat easier.

Do you decide on character traits (ie shy, quiet, tomboy girl) before writing the whole book or as you go along?

I pretty much know the character’s backstory and traits before I write a word. That doesn’t mean I don’t get to know them better as I write them, which always happens in the process of writing a novel.

Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is…") 

 There are themes in all my books that I put there on purpose. Agent Gunn, the hero in A PRIVATE DUEL WITH AGENT GUNN fought in Afghanistan and suffers from Soldier’s Heart, which would be called PTSD today. I don’t make judgments, I just put it out there for people to read and hopefully digest.

Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?

  I have a Kindle Fire, which is like having a library and entertainment center in your pocket. But I also still love traditional print books.

Do you think books transfer to movies well? Which is your favorite/worst book to movie transfer?

Series books like Outlander and Game of Thrones translate really well to episodic TV. The longer format allows for character development and richer, more complex storytelling.

Tea or coffee? 

Coffee. At least two cups of French Roast every morning.

 

 

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Jillian Stone was born a storyteller. A skill that got her into considerable trouble as a youth until she solved the problem by becoming an advertising creative. And the career did seem to suit her as she won many national ad awards including the Clio and the New York Art Director’s Club Gold. What more could she ask for? Create her own worlds? Become goddess of her own universe? Yes! So, she began to write fiction. Her Victorian Romantic Suspense novel AN AFFAIR WITH MR. KENNEDY won the 2010 Golden Heart and sold to Pocket Books. Her sexy, controversial steampunk novel THE SEDUCTION OF PHAETON BLACK won the 2010 Romance Through The Ages Erotica category and sold to Kensington Brava. Jillian lives in California and is currently writing a new spin-off novel to the Gentlemen of Scotland Yard series as well as book #2 in the DO IT LIST series.

Website: http://jillianstone.com

Twitter: @gJillianStone https://twitter.com/gJillianStone

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Book Blast - Reality - The Arie Chronicles # 1 by Dani Hart @authordanihart @sparklebooktour

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Reality - The Arie Chronicles # 1
by Dani Hart


Audience: Young Adult  - Genre: Fantasy - Format: E-Book & Paperback - Publisher: Anchor Group - ASIN: B00ZM52PQU - Date Published: June 12, 2015
 
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To be extraordinary was a fate Arie Belle had never imagined. Her days had been filled with na├»ve pleasures and promising love, but all that changed one tragic day when her mother was killed under mysterious circumstances, plunging Arie’s life into dark and hopeless times where her lifelong friend, River, was her only beacon of light.
After years of numbness, a beautiful stranger, Ashe, entered her world and took her soul to places it had never been, across realities trapped within the worlds of fairy tales. Could he be her savior, or would she find the strength within to be her own?
Along her journey, she quickly unraveled the secret behind her uncanny connection with nature and her mother's killer. But one mystery remained—one of scripted destiny and the pull of the dark forces of life. Could she find the answers she needed before the next full moon? Or would death claim her as it had been painted in the fate of the stars?
 

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While some may speculate that we fell in love with each other at our first kiss, I knew better. We were soul mates from birth. We shared our first kiss in the meadow on the day of my sixteenth birthday before my mom died. We lay on the grass as we had done that first time the butterflies blessed us with their magnificence on my seventh birthday. We did this on my birthday every year in hopes they would return. My birthday not only signified being a year older, but it was also our day. Every year River and I shared a private ritual and a hidden connection, until that kiss when the secret was exposed and our hearts were bound beyond platonic feelings. My mom’s death broke this ritual and the dream of a perfectly unflawed life together.
“Sixteen is a big one, you know.” He smiled softly.
“I know.” I looked over at him as he lay there with his eyes closed. He was beautiful. I knew handsome was the preferred word when describing the male species, but not for him. His face looked like it was chiseled by the most talented of sculptors. His hair was a sandy blond, and while it wasn’t long, it definitely couldn’t be called short. It had soft waves that fell perfectly around his face. His eyes were as blue as the sky, and his skin was fair like mine. His lips were full and, as soft as they looked, I wished for the first time that I could feel how soft they were against my own lips. His body was perfect. For someone whose only workout consisted of running a few times a week, he had a flawless physique. The football team was always trying to recruit him because he fit the mold of a jock. I asked him once why he didn’t participate in sports, and he just responded that they didn’t hold his interest. He liked his freedom and independence.
My body began to tingle all over. A light breeze sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to touch him, but not in the playful way we touched when we horsed around. I wanted to embrace him. I reached out my hand to touch his when the fluttering of wings filled my ears. I pulled my hand away quickly.
“River?”
He opened his eyes and stared at the return of the prodigal butterflies.
“Wow, they’re as beautiful as I remember them,” he whispered.
We sat up slowly and faced each other as we had done on my seventh birthday. Their return was a mystery. They circled around us, leaving us in the eye of the swarm. There were hundreds of them displaying every color imaginable on their wings. Some had stripes while others had splatters. Even the most talented artist could never capture the true brilliance of these magical creatures. They were flying so swiftly around us that the color of their wings looked like fresh paint being swirled in a can with a multitude of colors to make that perfect color combination.
I saw River staring at me as I watched the butterflies. I turned to him and got caught within the depths of his eyes. His stare bore deep into my soul. We sat like that for what seemed an eternity. My body burned from the inside out. My heart raced. My mind was anticipating what my body wanted. I couldn’t think. All I could do was stare into his eyes, begging for him to feel the same way. The butterflies continued to circle around us, but they seemed to be fluttering faster as if they were anticipating the moment, too. Right at the moment I thought my body was going to explode if something didn’t happen, he took his hand and grazed the side of my face. His touch sent electric shocks through my cheek and down my body. His hand followed my jawline, and his thumb outlined my lips on its way to my neck. He gripped the back of my neck gently and leaned into me as he pulled my face toward his. He paused and looked into my eyes as if waiting for me to say no. I didn’t think I could wait any longer. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely breathe. The eternal pause ended, and his lips brushed mine. I thought I was going to pass out as I inhaled him. How can one moment be so intense? He brushed his lips against mine for a few agonizing moments as if, again, waiting for me to protest. I couldn’t handle it anymore. I pressed my lips against his, and he responded. I felt like that kissed lasted for hours. It was soft and slow and perfect.
I wish I could say the moments after that kiss were just as perfect, but they weren’t. I thought that moment would change my life forever, but it was the moments after that would. I would never be the same. I would never be that innocent little girl in the meadow again.

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Character Name: River

 

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Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

Loving someone too much. You pick if that’s my worst or best quality.

 

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

What Arie was like before her mom died. She’s… beyond words now, but to see her free of pain was magnificent.

 

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

If I told you it might spoil my story *wink wink*

 

What are you most afraid of?

Living in a world where Arie doesn’t exist.

 

What do you want more than anything?

I think I want what everyone wants…to be happy. For our loved ones to be happy.

 

What is your relationship status?

Forever in love.

 

 

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

What’s that? *laughs*

 

How much of a rebel are you?

I’m not. If I trust you I do what I’m told. If I don’t trust you, well you don’t want to find out.

 

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Letting go of what isn’t mine to keep.

 

What is your idea of happiness?

Living a simple life with simple pleasures with someone who loves me as much as I love them.

 

What is your current state of mind?

Torn

 

What is your most treasured possession?

I learned a long time ago to not treasure things.

 

What is your greatest regret?

I don’t live in regrets. I live in lessons learned.

 

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Honesty and being true to one’s self.

 

about the author

I'm a...
Mom
Firefighter Wife
Sister
Sister-In-Law
Daughter
Aunt
Friend
Multi-genre Writer
Reader
and so many other ordinary things.
I love my life and am so grateful for all of the support. I have the courage to live a dream. Xo
 

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