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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Cover Reveal: Hot-Blooded by Kendall Grey



Book Info:

If Robert Rodriquez (Sin City), Tony Soprano, and David Lynch (Twin Peaks) made sweet love to a Hawaiian version of The Bride (Uma Thurman's character from Quentin Tarantino's Kill Bill), the resulting spawn might look like Kendall Grey’s upcoming mystery/suspense/supernatural thriller, HOT-BLOODED.
The first installment in the Ohana series, HOT-BLOODED is set on the island of Maui and is wrapped in the light and dark watercolors of Hawaiian culture, history, and mythology. It's about guns, drugs, surfing, and tiki monsters. HOT-BLOODED tells the tale of a ballsy, half-Hawaiian angel-turned-demon, the duplicitous assassin who falls for her, and the blessings and curses of family—all wrapped up in freaky, supernatural gift paper.
Here's the description:
WARNING: HOT-BLOODED does NOT end with a happily ever after. It contains drug use and graphic sex, language, and violence. The story is intended to entertain, not to condone or glorify illegal or immoral activities. This book is unsuitable for sensitive readers and those under the age of 18.
*Written in 3rd person. Contains a massive cliffhanger and multiple POVs.
Ohana is everything…
When an accident claims her mother’s life, Keahilani Alana must take charge of her ohana (family) or risk losing what little they have. With an underage brother to care for and no education, she has few options. The door to a heavenly hellish opportunity opens when she stumbles upon a valuable secret her mother left behind on the slopes of an extinct volcano—a legacy that tempts the family with riches beyond their wildest dreams. But the secret is much bigger and more sinister than they realize. As reality unravels and exposes eerie truths about the ohana that should have remained deep under the mountain, Keahilani must either resist the call of her blood or risk being consumed by its darkness.
Blake Murphy is an assassin working to infiltrate a new Hawaiian cartel. His investigation reveals that Keahilani, the sexy surfing instructor he pegged as an informant, is much closer to the drug ring than he thought. Passion ignites between them in the bedroom, but their ironclad ties to opposing interests pit them against each other everywhere else.
When tensions reach the breaking point and her ohana is threatened, the only cure for Keahilani’s hot-blooded fury is a loaded clip with a body bag chaser.
They don’t call her Pele for nothing.

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Kendall Grey


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Monday, May 26, 2014

Western Nights: Volume 1


Publisher: TBR eBooks
Pages: 556

Five great authors, five great books!!

Hildie McQueen, Kirsten Osbourne, Beth Williamson, Nickie Asher, Sandy Sullivan

Available on Amazon!!

From the Cover:

Five top-selling authors share their favorite western romance heroes - all boxed up for you in one sexy, irresistible package! Open the pages and fall into the arms of a cowboy. Be prepared to hang on for the ride. Whether in the Wild West or in contemporary times, these men know how to handle their women.

WARNING: THE BOOKS ARE IN ORDER BY HEAT LEVEL, FROM SWEET TO EROTIC.

Author webpages:
Beth Williamson: 
http://www.bethwilliamson.com
Nickie Asher: 
http://nickieasher.com
Hildie McQueen: 
http://www.hildiemcqueen.com 
TBR Author website: 
http://www.tbrauthors.com

Friday, May 23, 2014

Interview with Author, Elizabeth Meyette

Today on the blog, I'd like to welcome Elizabeth Meyette!! Welcome Elizabeth!!



Thanks for visiting with us today!! 

Elizabeth: It’s great to be here with you today, Dottie. Thanks for inviting me.

Me: Why don't you start by telling my readers a little bit about yourself?

Elizabeth: I hear voices and I make things up. No, I’m not insane, I’m a writer…okay maybe a little insane. I left my career in education early so I could pursue my writing with the blessing of my wonderful husband, Rich, aka my Sweet Baboo. I know my muse’s name (Boris) and when I am writing, time slips by like…well, like sands through the hourglass. These are the days of my life. I wrote my first book, Love’s Destiny, on a dare and when I retired from teaching I polished it off and submitted it. Crimson Romance picked it up and I became a published author! I wrote it as a stand-alone, but my readers wanted to know what happened next, so I wrote Love’s Spirit. I’ve just released my third book, The Cavanaugh House, which is a mystery not a historical romance.

Me: What drew you to the craft of writing? 

Elizabeth: I don’t think I was drawn; I think writing is a part of me like my blue eyes or my weird sense of humor. But I know the affirmation of some of my teachers helped me to believe in my writing ability.

Me: Do you write for the story burning to be told or do you write for a character that won't leave you alone?

Elizabeth: I love this question! Characters talk to me. Often a scene is born when I hear dialogue in my head—maybe just a sentence or two—I write it down and the scene unfolds.  My first book, Love’s Destiny, started with a question, “What if an English woman fell in love with a colonial patriot?” Voila—instant conflict.

Me: Are you a pantser or plotter?

Elizabeth: Panster. Even when I try to plot, it doesn’t work.

Me: What advice would you give to others in the journey to becoming published?

Elizabeth: I hear Steve Perry from Journey in the background: “Hold on to Your Dreams”. Believe in yourself, read all you can read from successful authors and never give up. Subscribe to writers’ magazine, sites and journals especially in the genre you write. You’ll see why in the next question.

Me: Did you have a long line of submissions before you “got the call”? For those readers would wonder, how long did the submission process take for you?

Elizabeth: I have to admit that mine is a Cinderella story. I was in the process of self-publishing Love’s Destiny when I saw a call for submissions from Crimson Romance. I submitted a chapter and synopsis and they asked for my full manuscript.  A contract soon followed, and I was published a few months later. Writers seeking publication should always be on the lookout for calls for submissions.

Me: If your book was going to be made into a movie, who would play your heroine? Hero? Bad guy?

Elizabeth: In my recent book, The Cavanaugh House, Jennifer Lawrence would play Jesse and Prince Harry would play Joe. Yeah, I know Prince Harry isn’t an actor, but he seems open to many different kinds of experiences. 

Me: Where can we find you and your books?

Elizabeth: You can find all three of my books at my author pages at:








Me: Share with us something about your current book. (If you'd like to include an excerpt?)



Elizabeth: I love Jesse and Joe from The Cavanaugh House. The story is set in 1968 before cell phones. Here is an excerpt from when they first meet:

Whatever existed on the other side of the door was now a part of her existence, too. This abandoned and rejected house was all she had. And she was all this house had. We’re in this together. Straightening her shoulders, she took a deep breath and selected the key.  She was surprised that the Yale key worked so easily in the old lock. Her heart pounded as she turned the doorknob and entered the house.

It took a moment for Jesse’s eyes to adjust to the dim interior, for the windows were thick with grime, and the trees filtered out most of the sunlight. The centrally located door opened into a small foyer, a room on either side. Straight ahead was a staircase, and beside it, a hall led to the kitchen. Musty air invaded her nostrils, dust turned everything a dull pale gray, and she felt ancient, powdery motes settle upon her like a second skin. Lacy cobwebs stretched from the high corners to the brass light fixtures hanging in the middle of the ceilings. She heard scurrying at the far end of the hall and resisted the urge to run outside.

To her right was the dining room with a door on the far wall that led back to the kitchen. Turning left, she entered the living room, sparsely furnished with drop cloths draped over the pieces. A chair sat perpendicular to a sofa with a round coffee table in front. A floor lamp hung its head in the space between the sofa and chair, and nestled in a far corner was an oak secretary with a drop-down desk. Drooping at the windows were barkcloth drapes that once had boasted white gardenias on a rose background, but now hung in faded tatters, eaten away by dry rot.

Jesse turned slowly, surveying the room.

“Wow,” she said. “Wow, wow, wow.”

Her thoughts traveled to Robert’s apartment with its white leather furniture, glass and chrome accent tables, and carpeting so thick it was like walking on moss. It was as though she was on a “Rat Pack” set when she was there; everything was sleek and modern, tasteful and expensive. She had lived in that world for the past two years. And like its furnishings, that world had turned out to be less ideal than it appeared. A world more than just miles away from this dilapidated house.

Mustering her courage, she pulled the fabric off the sofa. She shrieked as a flurry of grey shapes scattered in all directions—one straight toward her. She panicked as paws scurried across her sandaled foot. Mice! Goosebumps prickled her skin and adrenalin shot though her body. Heart pounding, she ran out the front door, off the porch and bolted to her car. Her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling.

“Are you okay?” 

Grabbing the door handle, she pulled herself up and looked around for the voice’s owner.
“I’m over here,” he said.

She looked toward the road and saw a blue pickup truck at the end of the driveway. Leaning out the driver’s-side window was a man about her age, with tousled red hair. Humor lit up his mouth and softened his strong jawline and rugged face.

“Are you okay?” he repeated as he climbed out of his truck and started toward her.

Jesse brushed herself off and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Oh, yes, I’m fine,” she said.

She saw his hazel eyes twinkle with amusement. 

“I can see that. In a hurry to get somewhere? I noticed your quick exit.”

She looked at her watch and gasped.  It was after 2 p.m. If she were going to get any utilities started, she needed to get to town. 

“I need to get my utilities started.” 

Oh, that sounded intelligent. She was a little off balance, and not just because of the mice encounter; this man’s gaze was warm and unsettling. He chuckled.

“Well, I would never want to keep a woman from that.”


Me: What are your future plans for your series? Are you cooking up a new one?

Elizabeth: I have a third book in my Love’s Destiny series that will probably be my next major project. And I have at least one sequel to The Cavanaugh House.


Some fun stuff:


Me: Coffee, Tea, or Something Harder?

Elizabeth: It’s a toss-up between green tea and Reisling. Now that I’ve said that, is it really?


Me: If you were a rock star, what instrument would you play? 

Elizabeth: Drums


Me: If you were stranded on a desert island... would you hope that Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, or Gerard Butler was stranded with you (if hubby/boyfriend decided to stay home while you cruised, for me, not likely, lol, but I'd have a hard time choosing...)?

Elizabeth: Hugh Jackman *swoon*

Me: Cake or Ice Cream (or both, what flavor)?

Elizabeth: Either as long as they are chocolate.

Me: Favorite all-time read? Movie? Favorite banned book? (Mine's To Kill A Mockingbird)

Elizabeth: To Kill a Mockingbird. It was also my favorite book to teach. I played Mrs. Dubois in our community theatre production of it a few years ago.

Me: Favorite paranormal creature? (vamp's, always vamps, lol)

Elizabeth: Hobbit

Me: If you were going to pick a book/movie character to become...who would it be?

Elizabeth: Nancy Drew LOL

Me: Secret desires?

Elizabeth: To write the play that’s stuck in my head.

Thanks so much for hosting me today, Dottie. I love your questions!

You are so very welcome!!!

Visit Elizabeth at:






Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Blue Horizon by Hildie McQueen Book Tour!!

Publisher: Pink Door Publishing
Pages: 56


From the Cover:

Josiah McClintock finds himself at a crossroads. A choice between remaining in Alder Gulch or returning to his previous life. A life that he's kept hidden from everyone, including Laura, the woman in his care after a terrible tragedy. 

Laura Foster isn't sure she has a reason to live after so many losses. Although she doesn't understand why Josiah insists on being her protector, his presence in her life becomes the only beacon of hope for a future. 

Will they be able to ever come together and when they do will their love overcome secrets, tragedies and the danger that looms? 


Josiah McClintock isn't your average Montana cowboy, he's hiding a secret that he's been unwilling to share. The Cole's took him in when he didn't have anywhere else to turn, after the death of his love, Hannah, and the kidnapping of her little sister, Emily. Now, he has the news he didn't want, both from his mother and from the detective searching for Emily. Should he return home as his mother demanded or should he continue with the life he'd made for himself in Montana?

Laura Foster has been abused most of her life. First by her parents and then from her common law husband, Frank Foster. If not for her infant son, Gabe, she'd be lost. After assuming Frank has died, she heads to Alder Gulch, and right into Josiah McClintock's life. Laura pulls in inside herself her tragedy strikes, and Josiah may be the only one who can understand. When he leaves, she assumes it forever. Can her heart survive as she realizes he's more important than she thought?

Blue Horizon by Hildie McQueen is another awesome cowboy romance. Hildie really knows how to bring the characters to life, to let you have a peek at their hopes, their dreams, and their love. I hope to see Nora's brother, Mitch find happiness. Excellent short story, quick romantic read.

Five out of five fairy kisses for this reader.


**Josiah story is both powerful and poignant. Big read is short pages.**

Buy Blue Horizon for a slim 99 cents here.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Lucky's Break by Jenn Nixon

Neew From WildChild Publishing!!



From the Cover:

After almost losing her Uncle Phen during the investigation of her mother’s murder, Felicia “Lucky” Fascino cut all ties and ran away, hoping her family would move on and forget the promises they made. Putting the past behind her has never been easy, but Lucky knows the job is slowly destroying her already fractured psyche. Staying away, especially now that her family is in danger, is the only way to keep everyone safe.

Kenji Zinn, determined to locate his ex-lover, tracks Lucky to a small island with her family’s help, and finds her in a miserable and self-destructive condition. His connection to her is strained after months apart but his feelings haven’t change, and he attempts to persuade her to come home, to protect her family and keep her promise. Despite her obvious mental fatigue, only Phen is able to convince her that the way to get closure is finding an elusive man named Quimby and take him out permanently. 

Once home, Lucky breaks it off with Kenji, and agrees to go back to work if Phen promises to let her go when it’s done. While her family continues to track their target, Lucky returns to work for the network—struggling through each job, aware that pushing her family away won’t bring anyone the peace they deserve. As she begins to repair her shattered relationships, her true feelings for Kenji are tested when she almost loses him completely. Before it’s too late, Lucky realizes he’s her best ally to help her finish what she started and find Quimby before he strikes again.


Excerpt:

Kenji is at ‘the compound’ recovering…

Kenji jerked up, waking the instant the doors shut. Looking over, he saw her walk in. His heart thumped. His stomach churned, causing the wound to throb. It felt like he was dying a slow, poisonous death.Wearing a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, Felicia moved to the mat and stretched. The thick, curly locks pulled back to reveal her stunning face and bright golden, catlike eyes. She appeared healthier, vibrant again. Filled out, with the curves he loved to trace.

Kenji shuddered, attempting to ignore his natural response to her as he stood up. Noticing immediately, she spun around and gawked at him.

“Didn’t know anyone was here.” She turned, picked up her towel, and went for the door.

“Felicia,” he said and crossed the room, forcing his body to move faster than it liked. He winced near the treadmill, paused, and grabbed the rail. She lurched forward.

“Easy,” she chided and bit her lip.

“I am fine,” he said. “I will be leaving shortly.”

“Okay,” she said while hanging her head. “As long as you’re well enough.”

“Irrelevant. I have stayed too long.”

“Don’t let me being here stop you from getting better. You won’t see me again.” Her tone turned tight, sharp.

He bridged the distance slowly, nearing the weight bench. “Until you sneak into my room again.”

Felicia whipped around, storming toward the exit. 

“How long will you ignore what you feel for me?”

“What?” She seemed genuinely shocked by his question but didn’t miss a beat with her retort: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why did you come to my room?” He followed her to the exit.

“To say good-bye,” she said.

“Every word you speak is a lie. You do not want me to leave anymore than I want to go.”

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll believe it one day.”

Is it so hard to admit you care?” She paused at the door and stared at him, emotionless. “No, you are too stubborn. You will realize you want me, and it will be too late. I hope you are willing to live with your choice.”

“I am,” she said.

“Go. All you do is run away.” He wave at hand to the door and shook his head.

Fuck you.”

Do you fear what I make you feel that much?”

Listen, I just wanted to tell you my side, okay? That’s all. I know what I did was wrong. I tried to make that perfectly clear. It was despicable and hurtful. The drinking wasn’t an excuse; it’s just an explanation. I wasn’t myself. I don’t expect you to accept my apology. I just wanted you to have it because it’s the right thing to do. Gives us both a clean break.”

Kenji wasn’t getting through; Felicia ignored everything he said. He didn’t care about that anymore. He wanted her to admit the truth. Confess what he saw in her eyes. Want him to stay. “You think a few words etched on a sheet of paper are a proper apology? Why not tell me to my face?”

Her pitch rose. “You didn’t want me to know you were here. Why would I think you’d want to see me?”

“You were on assignment. I know you did not need another disruption.” He looked knowingly into her eyes; she glanced away. “I said I would never trouble you again, and I have stayed true to my word. You approached me."

“You barged in on my family!”

“They offered help if I ever needed it. I left you alone,” he said, the anger seething like an overcooked broth, rising to the rim. “If not for you, this injury would not be here!”

“Oh, so it’s my fault you did a shitty job?” She placed both hands on her hips in defiance. His blood boiled, but he didn’t dare move closer. Then she laughed. Kenji almost snapped. “It’s all over your face; you fucked up all on your own, fella.”

“You know that is a lie. Have you been flawless these last few months?”

“I’m fine,” she said, slapping her thighs.

“You have wanted to tell me how sorry you are, for this long, and I am supposed to believe you are fine? The shame must have been torture for you; a confession only helps so much.”It was an explanation.

How long have you wallowed in your suffering?” When she glared at him, he smirked. He had
 ammunition to use as well. “I know you, Felicia.”

“You used to.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“I see through your armor, remember?”

Felicia tilted her chin higher, eyes narrowing. “I’m bulletproof now.”

“I waste my words on you,” he said and approached. The slight trembles in her body told him the truth. Yet she stood there, resistant as ever. He looked down at her before passing. “Sayōnara, Felicia.”


Author Bio: Jenn’s love of writing started the year she received her first diary and Nancy Drew novel. Throughout her teenage years, she kept a diary of her personal thoughts and feelings but graduated from Nancy Drew to other mystery suspense novels.
Jenn often adds a thriller and suspense element to anything she writes be it Romance, Science Fiction, or Fantasy. When not writing, she spends her time reading, observing pop culture, playing with her two dogs, and working on various charitable projects in her home state of New Jersey.
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