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Wen is sexy as hell and wealthy beyond belief. Women are constantly vying for his attention, but he has set his sights on Jasmine Sinclair, a strong-willed journalist; who has decided to wash her hands of all men.

Reviewers have said:
“Interracial at its best”
“It’s a good old fashioned sweet and steamy ride.”
“This story was a great read from start to finish.”
“I loved Wen. He’s a great (sexy) character with integrity.”
“A romance you won’t want to put down.”
“Storytelling at Its Finest.”
“A perfect love story.”


$2.50 US Ebook




Maddie thinks life is comfortable, until she comes face to face with herself. Intensity, romance, fear, and family all come together as she comes against the worst the universe has to offer.

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Troupes of romance

Two days ago, the women’s magazine Cosmopolitan posted an article entitled 25 Erotica Lit Tropes that Need to Die. This spawned a friendly discussion in a writing group on Facebook and got me thinking. To me, most of the article is laughable at best. Regardless of her intention, the author came off as a bitter woman who hasn’t had a good tumble lately, if ever. And judging by the comments on the article, I’m not the only one who feels this way.

Yes, some things in erotica are a bit eye rolling. But one thing I think the author didn’t take into account is romance and erotica stories are FANTASY. Sex in of itself is dirty and really kind of gross when you really think about it. Often our private lives are lacking in one area. Not necessary in the bedroom, but we are all wanting or needing something our normal day to day lives doesn’t give. That’s why we escape to books to begin with. I’m not going to get into too detail regarding my sexy time with my husband. That’s just between us. But I can assure you it’s not lacking anything. Still, I have written several graphic sex scenes in two of my novels that differ completely from me and Brad.

Some of the things felt like the writer of the article was calling out Fifty Shades of Grey, not the genre as a whole. Still, erotica is the biggest genre for a reason. Yet there are a few things I’ve seen in novels that do make me roll my eyes. For instance, I will never write a romance with a billionaire or a cowboy. I am breaking two of my rules and writing a story featuring a rocker and one about a pirate. To be fair though, the rocker is just the occupation. It’s not key to the story. I just need a reason why two of the main characters travel a lot and I’m already writing a wrestling romance story.

Good Lord I write a lot. lol

What are some cliches in romance that take you out of the story or you feel are overdone?

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Sitting Down With Nebula Nights’ C.E. Kilgore

NN_sidebarToday we’re joined by the lovely C.E. Kilgore, author of Noelle In His Heart, and contributing author of the Nebula Nights box set.

So, we posed the question, “Why did you choose to participate in the box set?”

Here’s what Ms. Kilgore had to say:

Why I Chose to Participate in the Box Set:

Participating in the box set, Nebula Nights, was a no-brainer for me. It gave me the wonderful opportunity to include my novella alongside some fantastic science fiction romance authors, as well as learn more about publication, marketing and working with a team to produce a book. It’s been a great experience so far, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat!

More About C.E. Kilgore:

C.E. Kilgore is an author without genre, who likes to dabble in several genres from romance to science fiction. She also enjoys pushing the boundaries of those genres, trying new things, venturing outside formulas and turning tropes on their heads. Admittedly a control freak, she is currently a self-published author under the name Tracing The Stars, and hasn’t quite found the publisher who fits all her quirks. Be sure to check out her website, for free books!

About Nebula Nights

11 Sci-Fi Romances that’ll sweep you away!

If you like your science fiction blazing with adventure and your space opera spiced with romance, this boxed set is for you. From first contact to battles for survival and love on war-torn planets, this collection from bestselling & award winning authors, including Cathryn Cade, Veronica Scott, PK Hrezo and more, will leave you sighing with satisfaction.

Her Cyborg Awakes by Melisse Aires
Her gentle cyborg servant helped her escape violence–but now he’s changed into a warrior! Is he safe?

Removed (The Nogiku Series, #1) by SJ Pajonas
In this Japan-inspired tale, one woman’s family destiny is key to the survival of the last city on Earth.

Butterman (Time) Travel, Inc. by PK Hrezo
Welcome to Butterman Travel, Inc., where time is always in your hands.

Noelle In His Heart by C.E. Kilgore
Noelle wishes for someone who understands she has love to give but commitments to honor. Stranded on Earth, Steve longs for someone who will understand that his alien heart can love just as deeply.

Stark Pleasure; the Space Magnate’s Mistress by Cathryn Cade
Kiri te Nawa survives the perils of the galaxy on her wits … although when it comes to space magnate Logan Stark, she’d rather use her body.
But can she trust him with her secrets?

Birth of an Empire: The Beginning by Catrina Taylor
Three former genetic experiments chose peace over war in a sector that’s known only war for a century. As each one squares against their governments they will question the experiences that guide them.

Escape From Zulaire by Veronica Scott
When the planet erupts into war, Sectors Special Forces Captain Tom Deverane must decide whether to save Andi Markriss, the intergalactic businesswoman he loves, or sacrifice her to save Zulaire.

Solia’s Moon by Lyn Brittan
SFR Galaxy Award Winner! When Dr. Solia uncovers her company’s foray into creating humanoid life, she enlists the help of her handsome ex, Sheriff Sable, in bringing a little justice to the universe.

The Key by Pauline Baird Jones
Her orders are simple: do the impossible and do it yesterday. But this time the impossible might actually be impossible. The only way it could get worse? If her heart starts beating for the wrong guy.

The Iron Admiral: Conspiracy by Greta van der Rol
The Galaxy teeters on the brink of war. Can ex-admiral Saahren persuade the woman who hates him to help him prevent the coming conflagration? And perhaps even love him?

Mirror Image by KG Stutts
Maddie’s entire world is turned upside down when she finds out that she is a clone. Now she must work with her counterpart to protect Earth.


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Jumping Ship

Jumping Ship – An Excerpt

“When the pursuit of love trumps obligations.”


New York, USA

Pearl & Edward Riley

The Rileys hurriedly left a Sunday afternoon rendition of Pippin at the Imperial Theatre, on the third of June nineteen seventy-five. Edward didn’t typically enjoy spending his weekends out, much less in the rugged Times Square area, except for the sake of love. Pearl’s thirty-fifth birthday had just passed, and tenderly Edward sacrificed his sanity for an outing with his depressed wife. The two force-smiled and allowed instincts to be their guide. The crowd was lively; this somewhat prompted a reaction from the married couple. And even still, Edward had to admit that the show was good. Pearl didn’t think much of it because she couldn’t truly appreciate her spouse’s efforts.

Inside of the theatre, viewers were thrilled to be a part of the lively Broadway production. Edward and Pearl followed along, attempting to mimic, as though reality didn’t escort them into the forty-fifth street playhouse. But it was a blatant farce. Anyone could tell that their enjoyment was a fallacy. Laughter was too intense and too deep, even forced most of the time. Still the Rileys convinced themselves that they were okay, although silent pleas cascaded from robotic actions.

But now, after the show, fears and doubts reappeared. It was a difficult march from playtime; still it was one that needed to be made. Edward gazed down at Pearl, avoiding direct eye contact as much as possible. Around them, everyone scurried through. Soon it would be dark. But the Rileys carried tons of concealed baggage, so their movements were slightly slower.

Edward and Pearl had been together for seventeen years, and married for fifteen. Long enough to know how to appease each other. Yet long enough to know not to appease each other. From a mere reach of five-five, Pearl would glance up into her husband’s familiar eyes. His were usually a gentle shade of hazel. On this day however, slight aggravation caused his iris to flood with deep storm clouds. At times it was quite difficult to see them―truly see them beyond the thin, deceptive double layers of his featherweight spectacles. Especially when she needed to see him. He was several inches over six feet, and looked down to the top of his wife’s featherweight, golden blond tresses. He wanted to avoid her smoky, gray pupils at all costs. They were a sad type of shade, with hues of regret and loneliness. Hadn’t always been. Now they were. So he pecked her soft, delicately lined forehead. And nuzzled against her colorless cheeks. With all of his might, he did what he could to reject the eye-to-eye exchange so many desperately needed. It was easiest for him, in order to protect his sanity. Edward’s ultimate focus was on Pearl’s happiness, and his ability to appease his delicate wife. And he knew how to appease her all right.

They had very little to discuss, because although he’d given into her wants from time to time, her ultimate desire had not yet been fulfilled. The couple sighed in one accord as if rehearsed, and quickly clutched tighter together.

“I want a child, Ed,” she confessed. This was not a secret statement, yet she desired to treat it as such.

Trembling lips almost disappeared beneath her bite. The shine of a peach-colored blush faded almost completely from thin cheekbones. Lengthy lashes fluttered several times. Tears lingered on the brim of her lids. A stampede of sensation trampled up and down her spine. Her arms then welcomed a similar sentiment. A temporary dip in temperature played on her senses, or perhaps her mind. She shook wildly. It was the battle to calm her nerves that stunned her so.

“I know dear,” he cleared his throat, as an outbreath threatened his wife’s delicate nature. They were quite close already, but still he drew her even closer. He was constantly caught between understanding and irritation, fully conscious of the limitations between need and want. Choosing the easiest route, the sympathetic husband’s palms moved up and down his woeful wife’s arms. Her frame was petite-five, and could easily be swallowed up in his embrace. Thin summer sleeves crumbled beneath the touch. His fingers could completely lap her upper biceps. The comfort was enough to distill her qualms, at least for the time being. She allowed her shoulders to slump forward and over, resting against her stocky mate.

Edward and Pearl proceeded forward, getting lost in an environment that was quite unfamiliar to either. Their direction was off, if not for the fact that it was pretty much impossible to get lost in this area. Still, their march was steady and quiet.

After the show, most everyone rushed out of the theatre and far from the area. There weren’t many couples seeking the enjoyment of a Times Square outing. Not then at least. There was talk of renovation. Plans were being made to revamp the region to greatness. Looking around, it was hard to picture prominence in the midst of sin. Eye shadow drenched, red-plastered orifices, and high-haired fashion appeared to be the norm. Trash and perversion were the billboards for immorality’s appeal. The Rileys were clearly out of their element. This was not Long Island.

On just about even single corner, projections of hell flashed from makeshift storefronts and entertainment ready displays onto concrete paving. Women in platform, neon pumps rushed in and out of sturdy brick buildings. Some for work and others for play. Teeny-tiny, sequenced tops, skirts and dresses bedazzled all. Even if it were not ones desires, eyes would drift. Very little was left to the imagination. Bold men slapped at exposed female skin; while, the shady male character slithered around corners to find way to their dirty paradise. Prestige was not associated with the region; however, a push would eventually reform the area. Its present state was iffy; those who knew better were cautious enough to not overextend their welcome.

As the Rileys walked on in a daze a rather tiny young woman rushed towards them. The stranger appeared to be very young. And very beautiful. The culprit knocked into Pearl, but didn’t say a word otherwise. The petite offender halted in front of Pearl. Lingering. The women locked eyes and exchanged friendly, nonverbal apologies. An unspoken pact encircled the two. And for the first time this day, Pearl’s lips intuitively curved up. There was no explanation to this sudden phenomenon. The other raised her head. She didn’t fatigue as before. Calmness flooded their zone. A mere two-second exchange altered time. There was a disbursement of knowledge that neither understood. Full hazel pupils connected with Pearl’s own stormy ones. Speckles of green bedazzled the younger woman’s eyes further. The illusory draft no longer bothered Pearl. No longer tormented her logic that is. In fact, the evening was fairly warm and stifling, yet the younger one was draped in a cheap, brown tweed jacket. Not a single button was unmated beneath a rather disproportioned bump. The sleeves swarmed bony wrists. One arm remained inside and the other held up something seemingly significant from the outside. She shifted, bucking forward vaguely.

The spell broke.

“S-S-Sor-ry,” she finally managed in an unfamiliar dialect. A reddish brown strand of hair drifted down to an eyebrow, caressing her upper cheekbone and ultimately tickling at her staunch chin. The length of the lock was shiny, the tip quite frazzled.

“Are you okay, dear?” Pearl questioned. While her personal weakness was overbearing, she felt an extension of support towards the stranger.

The guest unsealed her mouth to reply, but a breathtaking young man stepped near. Her lips lapped shut. She focused in on his enticing face and softened further. His exotic features were enhanced with deep blue eyes, floating inside an outer rim of thick black. Pupils shone to a greater degree against a fabulous blue button down shirt. His lips lowered to his equally appealing companion. Edward and Pearl stared at the couple, almost fancifully. Why… They could not decipher. Each in his and her own right appealed to the opposite sex.

The younger man’s gaze shifted across the street, then back again. A slightly noticeable vein jolted alongside his jawline. His Adam’s apple rose and dipped. He whispered into his girl’s ear. Her head propelled left, and then right. Yet the awkward frame beneath the dated covering she wore remained stationary. She held on tight to whatever it was. Lines appeared across her forehead. She aged instantly, as her arms tightened against an apparent load. Their rendezvous ended.

Without remark, the younger pair moved ahead in the very same direction that the older couple headed. Moving forward, the striking woman snapped back her neck. She gave a friendly smile, before turning away once more. The peculiar duo disappeared. The Rileys dismissed the chance meeting.

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Edward and Pearl Riley found Sakkara’s bundle in the most illusive of places―amongst a pile of trash. Their destination was carelessly determined by senseless reasoning. Neither cared to exist for the moment, though both knew that darkness would soon swallow up the fading sunlight. They had crossed over onto a rather scandalously designed block. A series of XXX stores promising a good time, en route to the Port Authority Terminal, tempted them. Dirt cheap, miniature peep show signs called to hopefuls from corner to corner. The closer they drifted, the greater the pull of its patrons. Big hair walked around in their faces. Pearl was certainly out of her element. She was too simple for this exaggerated lifestyle. From time to time, the glitz and glamour would tone down, giving way to hopeless addicts and unsuccessful prostitutes. The exchange bothered few, as shabbily attired men and women even floated in and out of hell’s mini-playground, along with seducing vibes. Some tunes were loud. Some were slight. Some were utterly lewd.

Every once in a while, and quite out of the ordinary, a religious fanatic would wave a sign of redemption. They were in fact, few and far between. Grungy tresses, white t-shirts, and bell-bottom jeans were common garb for this bunch. Quite the opposites to this community’s norm. These out of place supporters tried to counter the unscrupulous effects of nineteen-seventies Times Square.

And the Rileys only pulled back into each other and prepared to shake off the memory of the latest hellhole, when Pearl came to a sudden halt. Edward tried to gently tug at her arm.

“Let’s go. It’ll be dark soon,” his warning was detached. He examined his surrounding rather keenly.

“No, Ed,” she unhooked from his grip, drifting into a pitch-black alleyway.

“What’s wrong, Pearl?” He shifted from leg to leg, eagerly peeking around once more. Slender, low-labored fingers pulled through the length of wispy, premature graying.

There was no purpose to Pearl’s inquest, not really. She was baited, and could not survive unless she followed through. Although kitten heels slushed across unimaginable textures, tones, and hues of the most inscrutable debris, she refused to falter. The concrete ground comprised of old newspaper and dark, plastic trash bags. Sullied gray rags that were once white, unscrupulously decorated the plot. There was no telling how long any of these had been living the alley life. Common sense fled. She didn’t care. Before long, she was searching through a bundled up pile of old newsprint articles and slimy trash bags dripping with grime. Edward drew closer to his wife, and was still able to remain at a distance. His head dipped as he headed further into the alleyway. There was no movement and very little human sound. His hips shifted right, then left. Nothing. His waist swayed as he looked from whence they came. Nothing. No one else was concerned with his spouse’s diversion.

And Pearl… Pearl only continued digging through the eyesore, and dashing through her madness. Shuffling and scorning. At some point she would need to be fumigated. Later on. Down the road. But now. Right now, the stench was tolerable. Unsound reasoning sent her heart on this illogical expedition. She did not know what she would find. She was uncertain about the look, feel, scent, or sound… A sound?

And then… there it was.

Suddenly a slight, gentle sobbing lifted from the mounds and began to trail in the air. The more Pearl tossed aside, the louder the tone. Late spring’s ardor had finally reached out to her dwindling soul.

“Whaaa,” just lightly, filled the shaded space. “Whaaa… Whaaa… WHAAA!”

Janice Ross- This Author’s Bio:

Janice Ross was born in Guyana, South America and migrated to the USA in 1980. Although her citizenship certificate now reads the United States of America, she considers herself a citizen of the world. Sure she has not physically been around the world and back, she’s travelled in her mind and dreams.

Janice is an author. She enjoys writing about social issues and personal experiences. Her latest release, Jumping Ship is a dedication to her country of birth and an introductory novella to the Island Hopping Series – due out in 2014. It’s poised to be a colorful and emotional experience of life, love and family.

Janice enjoys reading. And is drawn to stories with distinct characters that she can love or hate – characters she can form alliances with or characters that she can swear off and despise. She is also weak for a good cultural tale, preferably in the form of historical fiction – whether present day or in the past. Janice loves to be taken off guard by clever language and settings.

Janice is also a devout supporter and promoter of other authors through social media. She hosts a weekly show, Cultural Cocktails, on the largest social radio network, Blog Talk Radio.

Her book link at AMAZON is thru her author page @

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Let Mom or God Lead?

My favorite question during book interviews is: How did you get started writing? The short answer is that in 1991 my mother died. Some people dream of being authors; my writing began as what could be described as a nightmare! HOWEVER- as she died, mom experienced what would be called a Christian Near Death Experience (NDE) or miracle. My witness became ‘Mom’s on the Roof and I can’t Get Her Down’. After that, I have co-authored or compiled other Divine and inspirational tales; they range from faith healing to other Near Death journeys. Then, due to my life changing trip, I had to overcome a partial shoulder replacement, which hindered my left arm. With one hand, I wrote three books including ‘My ArmOr (My Life)’, which is about my acceptance of God’s plan for my life. To date, my Christian books total seven. Meanwhile, I have ghostwritten three novels including ‘The Vision’, which is based on a true story of overcoming blindness, bipolar dysfunction, and living ‘The Golden Rule.’ Also, I’ve produced four picture books for as well as with children. Finally, I wrote one historical, YA Novelette as well. I use my real name, Cynthia Meyers-Hanson on non-fictions as well as the children’s literature; my pen name, Sydney S. Song is reserved for my fibs or novels.

Excerpt from ‘Mom’s on the Roof and I can’t Get Her Down’:

Foreword- I Will Survive

When I tell people about my recent losses, they just reel back and ask me how I am surviving it. I simply look at them and say, “I don’t know.” While my parents may have left some pennies behind for the heirs to squabble and fuss over, my mother left me the story of her journey beyond this world’s process of dying. She asked me over and over again if I would be okay the day after she left. With all the strength of my soul, I affirmed her question by saying, “I think so.”

In the veil of darkness, at 2:24a.m., on Thursday, January 24, 1991, my mother’s body gave up its last round with breast cancer. In the gloom of night, at 9:15 p.m., on Tuesday, February 19, 1991, an emergency call came into my house from one of my father’s neighbors. My father had killed himself. After a routine mammogram on March 5, 1991, my doctor told me that I had an irregular mass and needed more tests. The tests revealed that it was not cancer, but I found myself thoroughly exhausted. How much can the human soul take?

One day, while at church, I heard a sermon about an African tribal leader who lost his very young son to death. The priest remarked, “At the funeral, this father seemed joyous, in spite of his loss.” Continuing, “When I asked him why he didn’t mourn the son’s death, this leader said that he could not question his God’s Will.”

Through primitive faith, the tribal leader taught the learned priest the meaning of the Sermon on the Mount, “Thy Will be done.”

The missionary priest said, “This leader of men took his orders from God. He didn’t live by, ‘My will be done.’ This man’s total acceptance of God’s Will gave him the inner peace to accept his child’s death.”

This missionary priest told the congregation he wished for faith that strong. As I wrote this book, I prayed for the same strength.

Sometimes events occur in life that do not make sense until we reflect back on them. Some of the things I will share with the reader are translations so that they will make better sense. Others are events exactly as they occurred. Many of God’s mysteries are beyond human words and concepts. Thus, I will interpret ideas into more fluid ones for the reader. Some of the translations were easy enough for me to handle alone. For other communications, I needed a parish priest to explain the symbolic idea to me. In God’s Will, my mother delivered every key for each door God would allow me to access. However, I had to find each door and open it.

The outcome of this story is not just death, but it is a story of peace. In your darkest hours, I hope this book can generate the strength you need to survive a loss. If you need to widen your faith in a loving, caring God, I pray these words can help you. Remembering I lived through it all, I hope to deliver courage as well as faith, hope, and love.

My favorite phrase is, “I am surviving!” And so will you.

You can find out more about my writing on my author webpage, which is at

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Worst Week Ever – New Adult New Release

Worst Week Ever

by Liza O’Connor

New Adult Humorous Contemporary coming July 15th



Carrie squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the thump of a body against the limo’s hood.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted Sam take a shortcut,” Trent muttered beneath his breath.
She groaned softly. If her boss questioned his actions, then matters must look grim outside. She tensed even further, expecting to hear multiple bodies slam into the car.
Sam braked hard, turned right, and resumed driving a billion miles an hour. If not for the seat belts, she and Trent would’ve sailed into the front seat, and then plastered against the door. To secure her further, Trent protectively placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her against his warm chest.
She focused on the thumping of his heart. It beat once to three of hers. God, how can he be so calm?
Determined to match his bravery, she tried to raise her head, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Just a little longer, I hope. Sam, when do we depart this third world country?”
“Two more blocks, sir.”
“Thank God. You’ve terrified poor Carrie to death.”
Instantly, the limo’s speed dropped.
She turned her head sideways so Sam might be able to hear her words. “Your driving doesn’t frighten me, Sam, the neighborhood does.”
As if on cue, a round of three loud pops sounded, followed by three thunks into her side door. She squeaked like a mouse at the first thunk. By the third, her body shivered in fear.
Trent’s arms tightened around her as the limo picked up speed again. “We’re okay,” he assured her, then his lips pressed against her temple. His calm certainty silenced her tremors.
Having successfully soothed her, he released his outrage upon Sam. “Why the hell did you drive us through here?”
Sam calmly replied as he drove the car at a billion miles and hours, taking corners at deadly speeds. “I warned you the locals might not welcome us.”
“Someone just shot at us?” Trent yelled.
Sam’s nonchalant reply sounded almost surreal. “I’m sure they didn’t mean for you to take it personally, sir.”

Liza O’Connor


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Split Decision’s stop on the Page Turner Book Tour

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Sometimes you want something so badly you are willing to abandon everything you’ve ever known—including yourself.

Eighteen years ago, Jaynee Monroe married the man of her dreams, became the mother of four, and fulfilled her career goals. About to turn forty, she senses something is missing from her idyllic life. While Googling her name in an attempt to find herself, she unearths something so impossible, she contemplates her own sanity. Seeking answers, she embarks on a journey to discover the truth, only to end up abducted by a deranged stranger who insists on calling her Caycee.

Caycee took the road less traveled. Rejecting a marriage proposal from the only decent man she ever knew, she ventures to California to become famous. Eighteen years later, success has left her alone and miserable. Attempting to locate her lost love on Facebook, she discovers his infatuation with her. Not only does his presumed-dead wife have Caycee’s uncommon middle name, it appears he has photo-shopped her face over hers.

Never could Caycee and Jaynee have imagined decisions they made years earlier would threaten not only their lives but also their loved ones. Caycee must now reunite with the southern gent she dismissed eighteen years ago and convince him to accompany her to New York to locate his wife, the most important person in both their lives.



You can pick this fun book up directly from the publisher  — Split Decision
About Carmen DeSousa:   Carmen

A romantic-suspense writer, Carmen DeSousa’s books overflow with romance, mystery, suspense, and of course, tragedy. After all, what would a great story be without a tragic event setting the stage? Her sensual and gripping mysteries have earned bestseller status on three continents because of her ability to make readers love, laugh, cry, gasp, and hope.

All of Carmen’s novels are standalones; however, she does link each of her stories with a little surprise. If you read out of order, you’ll never notice. But if you read in order, it’s fun.

Find her novels in print and eBook formats at your favorite retailer:

She Belongs to Me – December 2011
Land of the Noonday Sun – May 2012
Entangled Dreams – September 2012
When Noonday Ends – December 2012
Split Decisions – June 2013

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New Release by 5 Prince Books: Stutter Creek

Ann Swann has created another magnificent title for readers to engage! Stutter Creek is captivating people from the first page forward. Take a moment to learn why –

Blurb: She went looking for an old flame and found a serial killer instead.

When Beth lost her father to cancer and her husband to another woman, she didn’t know where to turn.  So she retreated to the family cabin at Stutter Creek.  Some of the best times of her life were spent at that cabin.  That’s where she met her first crush, a boy named John.  But that was many years ago . . . could he possibly still be around?  Or would she find something sinister instead?

Romance readers will want to take a moment and pick up the book today!


A bit about Ms Swann:
Ann Swann is the author of All For Love, a contemporary love story published by 5 Prince Publishing.  She is the author of Stevie-girl and the Phantom Pilot, and Stevie-girl and the Phantom Student, tales of the supernatural.  She has also written numerous award winning short stories.  She lives in West Texas with her husband and their rescue pets.  She loves libraries and book stores and owns two different e-readers just for fun.  Her to-be-read list has taken on a life of its own.  She calls it Herman.

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Page Turner Book Tours Spotlight Stop: Berndette Marie

Today, as a regular stop for the Page Turner Book Tours, we are putting the spotlight the lovely Berndette Marie and her book, Lost and Found.

lost and foundx2Title:Lost And Found

Author:Bernadette Marie

Genre:Fiction, Romance, Contemporary

Series: The Keller Family Series

Publisher:5 Prince Books

Formats Available In:All eBook formats

Release Date: 9th May 2013

Digital: ISBN 13:978-1-939217-54-7  ISBN 10:1-939217-54-7

Print: ISBN 13:978-1-939217-53-0  ISBN 10:1-939217-53-9

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Blurb:Darcy McCary came to Nashville with some big expectations–to find her birth parents. She had no plans of making a life in Tennessee. But when her sources lead her to Eduardo Keller, her heart took over, and plans changed.

Eduardo Keller is a man who goes after what he wants and he doesn’t have time for playing games. Darcy is exactly the woman he’s been looking for to assist him in business and be his partner in life.

Because he loves Darcy, Ed promises to help her find the answers she seeks. What he doesn’t know is that if Darcy finds the secret to her past it might mend her curiosity; however, it might also tear apart a branch of the Keller family.


Ed  Keller  leaned  back  in  his  chair  and  kicked  his  feet up on his desk. The view from his office would never cease to  amaze  him.  The  view  from  his  uncle’s  office  was  much more spectacular, but he had no reason to complain.

Who would have thought, nearly twenty years ago when he’d  asked  for  an  after-school  job  to  afford  a  limo  ride  to take  a  girl  to  prom, that he’d  end  up  with  the  title  Vice President on his business cards.

He  laughed.  He  couldn’t  even  think  of  the  girl’s  name that  had  squeezed  at  his  heart.  She’d  been  older. That  he remembered. But he’d never done well with older women.

Now he sat atop an empire that his uncle’s grandfather had started and his uncle’s father had carried on. But it was Zach Benson who made it what it was today.

Benson,  Benson,  and  Hart  built  big—built  on  time—and built under budget. Nothing had changed.

Ed  didn’t  have  a  foreman  like  Zach  had.  His  other uncle,  John  Forrester,  had  been  the  best  foreman  any company could have asked for. A loyal employee until Ed’s Aunt  Arianna  made  him  retire  only  two  years  earlier.  But another would come along. Right now he had to focus on a new assistant.

Interviewing  people  for  a  position  shouldn’t  be  an issue. He’d been doing it for years. But a personal assistant had to be in your business, and he didn’t like that.

He’d fought it for years. Temps were good. They came, did the work, and left. He figured it was kind of like dating the  wrong  girl.  There  weren’t  any  he  wanted  to  spend  his life with.

Perhaps  his  expectations  were  too high.  After  all,  his Aunt Regan had been Zach’s assistant. They’d been married nearly  twenty-five  years, and  she  still  took  care  of  him.  It wouldn’t  be  long  before  Tyler  and  Spencer,  their  sons, would be sitting in Ed’s seat.

Ed  dropped  his  feet  to  the  floor  and  pushed  up  from his chair. When the time was right, he’d find the assistant of his dreams. He’d given up on the woman of his dreams, so an assistant would have to do.

He walked to the elevator and pressed the button to go down  to  the  lobby.  There  was  a  Starbucks  there  now, and he’d grown very fond of caramel lattes, thanks to his Aunt Arianna,  though  he  didn’t  go  for  the  skinny  version.  His Uncle  John  would  say  it  was  a  bit  too  frilly  a  drink  for  a man  in  the  construction  business.  His Uncle  Zach, on  the other hand, would argue that it was a good stress reliever.

Ed  laughed  at  himself.  What  an  eclectic  bunch  of people  he  had  in  his  family. And  even  without  them  there with him, he still enjoyed them.

The  gathering  of  the  masses  in  the  Starbucks  also entertained  him, almost as  much  as  the  thoughts  of  his family and their differences.

Ed  ordered  his  drink  and  stood  at  the  counter  waiting for it to be handed to him.
As he looked around the store, he mentally spotted and named each  kind  of  person.  There was  the  tourist,  the executive,  and  the  assistant.  There  was a couple,  obviously just downtown for the day and…hmmm, one that stumped him.

She was professional, probably interviewing by the way she  was  dressed,  but  she  wasn’t  comfortable  with  the  big building  and  the  mass  of  people.  She  was  using  Starbucks as  a  common  ground,  something  familiar,  to  ease  her nerves.
He   listened   as   she   ordered   her   drink—decaf   and nonfat. What fun was in that, he wondered.

She  tucked  her  change  back  into  her  purse, walked  to the end of the counter, and stood behind to Ed to wait for her drink.

Flowery perfume filled his nose. She had a sweet side.

The  lady  behind  the  counter  handed  Ed  his  iced caramel latte. He  turned  to  leave and, he’d  say  so  himself, that was when things got interesting.

The   woman   who   had   been   standing   behind   him, searching  in  her  bag  for  something, looked  up  just  as  Ed turned  around.  She  shifted  to  move  out  of  his  way,  but instead she moved right into him.

Ed’s  hands  slipped  from  the  condensation  on  the  cup, and  the  entire,  cold  drink  poured  down  the  front  of  the woman.

She let out a stifled scream, and her hands went into the air. “Oh-my-God!”

“I’m very sorry.”

Ed turned toward the counter and grabbed a handful of napkins. He would have helped to mop up her clothes, but he noticed that the white, silk shirt clung to her and decided it just wasn’t a good idea to try.

“Look what you did!” She ripped the napkins from his hand and began to blot away the coffee, which had already stained the shirt.

“Sorry, but I think you ran into me.”

She  snapped  her  head  up  again.  “Oh,  men.  You’re  not always right, you know. Sometimes you do make mistakes.”

Not only was she not as sweet as her flowery perfume, she was jaded. Bad news.

“Again,  I’m  very  sorry.  How  can  I  help  you?”  He turned and reached for more napkins, but when she pulled them from his hand, he noticed she was crying.

“I think you’ve done enough.”

“I still think I can help in some way.”

“Listen. My suit is ruined. This is the only one I have. I was  searching  for a  job, and  I  can’t  do  that  now.  I  can’t hand out resumes looking like this.”

Ed  watched  as  the  woman  continued  to  wipe  off  her blouse,  but  to  no  avail. It  was  ruined,  but  he  still  wasn’t going to take the blame.

“Are you looking for a job in this building?”

She let out a grunt. “Why else would I be here?”

“I was just asking. I know most of the businesses in the building. Perhaps I can help you out.”

The   woman   pursed   her   lips.   “I   don’t   need   your charity.”

“It’s not charity. You seem to be in need of a job, and

I’m sure I can help you find one.”

“What, do you own this place?” She waved her arms in the air.

“Let me see your resume.”

The woman stared at him as if he’d lost his mind. That wasn’t new. You didn’t run a multi-million dollar company in your mid-thirties without people giving you a shifty eye.

Her coffee was set on the counter. He moved in to grab it,  but  she  moved  quicker.  “I’ll  get  this.  I  can’t  afford  to waste a sip of this. It’s my breakfast and lunch.”

She  picked  up  the  coffee  and  moved  to  a  table where she  set  down  the  cup  and  pulled  a  resume  from  her  bag.

She  handed  it  to  Ed.  “Here  it  is.  I  hate  to  say  it,  but  I’m desperate.  If  I  don’t  find  a  job  in  three  days, I  have  to  go home.”

“Why?  Does  that  suit  turn  back  into  a  pumpkin  and your glass slipper breaks?”

“Have  you  ever  been  desperate  for  anything  in  your life?”

About Bernadette Marie: Berndette Marie photosm

Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends.  Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter.  At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007 – after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children – Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published.  That year she wrote 12 books.  In 2009  she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born.  In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released contemporary titles and began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

In 2012 Bernadette Marie found herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes and Amazon to name a few.  Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events.  She is also an accomplished martial artist who will earn her conditional second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do in October 2012.  An avid reader, she enjoys most, the works of Nora Roberts, Karen White, Megan Hart, to name a few. She loves to meet readers who enjoy reading contemporary romances and she always promises Happily Ever After.

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Breathless Press Features – The Soldier’s Return

Q9L_iOtPggC3iEXelHmmQZMTnEdTgmOMSIURkd0LfkETitle: The Soldier’s Return


Series: The Homecoming Series


Author: Ava Delany


Genre: Flirts


Heat Rating: 3


Publisher: Breathless Press


Formats Available In: All eBook formats


Word Count: 952


Blurb: Hot and tight, Janelle has a surprise for her husband he is sure to remember.


Wet with anticipation, Janelle waits in her sexiest attire. She longs for her husband’s return from deployment in Afghanistan. When he arrives, she has a surprise for him. But she isn’t the only one with something to share.


Will this homecoming be as fulfilling as she desires?


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The key in the lock sent her pulse racing, and she stepped into the hallway, wanting to be the first thing he saw. The door opened. His finely pressed military uniform accentuated the thick muscles of his chest and arms. His dark hair and swarthy complexion gave him the appearance of an Arabic sheik, and she wanted to be his harem girl.


A loud thump reverberated throughout the room as he dropped the bags he carried. Ignoring his widening eyes, she jumped into his arms, pressing her warm flesh to him. Ron’s muscles rippled under her hands. He kicked the door closed behind them, and her lips covered his, her tongue desperate to discover the heat of his mouth.


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Ava Delany is the alter ego, the dark and erotic side of April Dawn. Come into her world and play in the dark.

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