Wednesday, June 3, 2015

New Release! Bayou Beckons by: Linda Joyce...Book 3 of the Fleur de Lis Series. Read excerpt here!!




   Bayou Beckons by Linda Joyce
Series: Fleur de Lis Series (Book 3)
Genre: Contemporary Romance



Party-girl and bayou babe Camilla Lind treats life like a game. After sleeping with her sister’s fiancĂ©, she’s struggling to change, but karmic payback is a bitch. When the actions of her past crash into the present, they stand to ruin her future...and destroy any chance of love with the only man she’s ever wanted. 

Rancher Jared Richardson guards his heart carefully after suffering the pain of infidelity. He 
never expected to fall for a woman like Camilla Lind, nor did he think he’d follow her across the country to beg for a second chance at love. 

As Hurricane Katrina bears down on them, can they weather the storm and put aside past hurts to embrace their future together?









Linda Joyce is an award-winning contemporary romance author born on Christmas Eve. Her Louisiana family’s roots run deep, and they’re intertwined with her Japanese heritage. Her vagabond childhood afforded her a variety of travel opportunities. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their three dogs: General Beauregard, Gentleman Jack, and Masterpiece Renoir.

Linda penned her first manuscript while living in Japan as a U.S. Air Force dependent. Her classmates lined up at recess to read her latest pages. During high school in Florida, a literary magazine published her poetry. In college, she worked on the school’s newspaper as a reporter and learned layout and design.

A graduate of the University of Florida, Linda holds a Bachelor of Science in Management. She worked in corporate America, earned the Senior Claims Law Associate professional designation, and completed Six Sigma Green Belt training.


Linda is a self-professed foodie and has the kitchen of her dreams. She enjoys painting when she can fit it in. She and her husband, Don, love college football. They frequently go RVing, and at last count, they’ve traveled to twenty-one states with “the boys.”



Camilla eyed him suspiciously. How did he know about Cajun food?
“I’ve traveled south quite a bit. Look, if you don’t want to eat, at least have something to drink.” Jared offered a bottle of water.
“I’ll sit, on one condition.”
“Name it.”
She stalled. How did she tell him she couldn’t risk kissing him again?
“We’re only friends. Nothing more. Haley assured me you’re not engaged...Ryan is the one getting married.”
Jared drew back. “You didn’t believe me?”
“At the diner, Ryan said you had wedding business. Trixie said she was going to be the entertainment for a bachelor party. So I thought...”
“I can see where that might have been confusing.”
He had the good sense not to laugh. She credited him with that, though believing that she’d kissed an engaged man—and loved it, had sent her anxiety soring. That was all he had to say?
“Yes. Confusing,” she huffed.
“So now you know there’s nothing improper about my attraction to you.” His lips curved into a sexy smile. He crooked his finger, then patted a spot on the blanket beside him.
Camilla stood rigid. The man oozed with seduction. He didn’t understand the war taking place inside her. If she surrendered now, it would be the same as tumbling ten thousand feet off Rendezvous Mountain and landing crumbled at the bottom. She had to leave. Had to go home. She didn’t belong in Wyoming. Plus, she’d watched the agony her sister endured from a broken heart. Branna was stronger. Wiser. Had mended and bounced back.
But she wasn’t Branna.

Emotions swirled like an eddy. Thoughts tumbled in her mind. Love scared her more than she ever imagined. A broken heart just might kill her.

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

New Release! The Player by: Denise Grover Swank...Read excerpt here













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Book two in the USA Today bestselling Wedding Pact series. 

Divorce attorney Blair Hansen is convinced that marriage should be based on practicality, not passion. But as her own wedding approaches, she finds herself remembering her law school boyfriend, the only man she's ever loved, and regretting what might have been. Then a twist of fate lands Garrett back in her life, and the man who loomed large in her past is suddenly casting a shadow over her wedding, making her question everything. To complicate matters further, the job she loves is in peril, and she can feel the ‘perfect’ life she’s fashioned for herself start to crumble under her feet. Could everything she's believed about life and love be wrong? 

Garrett Lowry is a divorce attorney who's ready to settle down. The problem is that he can’t find a woman who suits him nearly as well as the one he loved and lost. He broke her heart by playing the field after their break up—something he’s always regretted. But after months of pining for Blair, Garrett stumbles across her in a freak coincidence—and then destiny keeps throwing them together, the coincidences becoming ever more unlikely. He’s convinced it's a sign they should give their love a second chance, but Blair is engaged to another man—a man who is absolutely wrong for her. 

Can Garrett convince Blair that a player once isn’t a player forever, and that happy endings aren’t just for dreamers?







New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to 
perform many unspeakable tasks. 

She has six children and hasn’t lost her sanity. 
Or so she leads you to believe.


 


   The shock on Blair’s face matched his own surprise at his out-of-nowhere declaration. 

   Nana Ruby was going to kill him. 

   He’d had no intention of laying claim to the ring, and in truth, he could give a rat’s ass about it. But damned if he was going to stand by and let his punk cousin marry Blair, let alone with that ring.

   Now, instead of diffusing the situation, he’d ratcheted it up to Def-Con 1. Jesus, he had to get things under control. 

   “I won’t rip the ring off the bride-to-be’s hand, if that’s what you concerned about,” he said, dropping Blair’s hand and trying to control his racing heart. “We’ll wait for Nana to come tomorrow night. She can help make the decision.”

   This brought on a new round of shouting and dismay. Whiney Neil tossed out the phrase “you’re her favorite.” While that was probably true, he doubted Nana could help him get the girl, which was his real goal. That one was all on him. 

   Blair looked on in confusion, making it abundantly clear they’d kept her in the dark about the questionable ownership of her ring. But soon her bewilderment turned to anger as she narrowed her eyes at him. 

   “It’s time for all of you to pay up,” his aunt said shaking the plastic cat jar. “Blair, you got off easy this time. You only owe a dollar. Neil, you owe two, and you, Gene Neilson Fredrick, must owe at least five between the drinking and the cursing.”

   Uncle Gene and Aunt Debra had a stare off for several seconds before Gene caved. He must have decided to choose his battles because he dug out his wallet and sheepishly stuck a five-dollar bill into the jar. Neil put in his money and Garrett handed over a dollar when Debra shoved the jar in Blair’s direction. 

   His aunt scowled at him. “Surprisingly, you don’t owe anything.”

   Garrett tucked his money into the jar and winked at Blair. “Oh, this is for the bride. Call it an early wedding gift. But it this is for cursing, as the label suggests, you owe some money yourself, Aunt Debra.” His eyebrows rose with mock recrimination. 

   “And I do believe I need to have a discussion with my mother about my true parentage. No one ever told me I was a bastard.”

   Debra’s face turned red, although Garrett couldn’t tell if it was from 
embarrassment or anger. Probably both.

   He’d earned a scowl from Blair for donating the money on her behalf, but now he could tell she was trying to hold back a grin.

    "That was an unfortunate loss of self-control.” The woman’s face twisted into disgust as she pulled her wallet out of her purse and pulled out one dollar. She screwed an indignant expression on her face. “The Lowrys seem to bring out the worst in me.”

   Blair tipped her head, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Actually, Debra, you owe two dollars. One for informing your nephew of his illegitimacy and the second for spelling out the home of you know who.” 

   Debra’s eyes widened in shock. 

   “Blair!” Neil cried out in horror. 

   Garrett knew the Fredricks liked to tiptoe around his aunt’s self-righteous attitude. 

   He was glad to see Blair hadn’t kowtowed like the rest of them.

   “You know who?” Garrett asked in amusement. He couldn’t help but take pleasure in riling up his aunt and irritating his cousin. Especially since Blair seemed to find Debra as obnoxious as he did. “Dare I ask who that is?”

   Blair lifted her eyebrows. “Why, the prince of darkness himself.”

   “Lord Voldemort?” Garrett teased, shooting his aunt an amused look.

   She wasn’t so pleased. “Who is this Lord Voldemort you keep talking about? Do we need to add him to the kitty list?”

   Garrett burst out into laughter. He was surprised his aunt didn’t already know about the notorious villain. 

   “No, Mom,” Neil said. “He’s a character from a children’s book, which explains why Garrett is so enthralled with him.”

   Garrett noticed he left Blair off the naughty list, but it didn’t stop him from giving her a look of reproach. She glanced away, trying to hide her grin. 

   So his Blair was still there, lurking below the prim and proper exterior. Just like he’d found her years ago.


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Monday, June 1, 2015

Release blitz! Finding Me by: Mariah Dietz...Excerpt and giveaway!

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Title: Finding Me (His, #3)
Author: Mariah Dietz
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 1, 2015

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Synopsis

I came here to escape. Leave the debris and avoid the inevitable truths.
Things are better. Worse. Different. I’m finding me, but in the process I fear I’m forgetting those I have left, and the ones who have left me. Maybe I’m losing who I was. Can I forget my past and move forward? Can I forget him?  

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The rest of my family arrives with the late afternoon. There’s an awkward trepidation surrounding each of them before they approach me, and although it makes me feel slightly guilty, I’m a little grateful for it as well. It allows me to soak into a familiar level of numbness that only seems to briefly break when Jameson arrives. His familiar smile falters when he sees me, but he replaces it quickly and pulls me into a hug. Chicken pot pie is our family’s traditional Christmas Eve dinner, and although I was glad to not have a traditional meal on Thanksgiving with Fitz’s family, I’m even more glad to have the comforting aroma and taste of my mom’s chicken pot pie. “Ace, do you want some more bread?” Savannah asks, lifting the bread basket and tilting it in my direction. I think I’ve already had this same question posed to me nine other times. “I’m good thanks.” “How about some more fried apples?” my mom asks, doing as Savannah had and reaching for the bowl in front of her. I try to think of a polite way to tell them all to stop bothering me about eating when a glint catches my eye with my mom’s movement. My hand snatches hers and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m gripping her hand too tightly. Bile rises in my throat, forcing me to swallow painfully. “We were going to tell you all tonight,” she begins. Her hand grows rigid and she attempts to slip her fingers from my hold. I squeeze tighter. “We wanted you to all find out together.” “What in the hell is wrong with you?” I shout, dropping her hand and retracting mine because I don’t want to touch her. I don’t even want to look at her. I shove my chair back and stand up, not caring what the others are doing in reaction. “Harper Jo, sit down,” my mom orders, her voice louder than I’ve heard it in years, possibly ever. I keep walking. Her quick footsteps follow me. I know that it’s her because of the sound of her heels. My mom has always worn shoes to dinner, and ninety percent of her shoe closet consists of high heels, and right now this fact annoys the hell out of me. I turn to face her when I reach the kitchen. My mouth opens, preparing to let loose on the anger fueling me, but she beats me to it. “You get back in there this instant! You do not get to judge me, young lady. This is my house, and in my house you respect me. Now get back in there and eat something. You look horrible.” Her tone inflicts a pain that I want to return. “It hasn’t even been a year!” The volume of my accusation hurts my own ears. “Did you ever even love him?” Her face contorts, changing from shock to anger to something that looks nearly wicked. “That’s quite the question coming from you, when you packed your bags and left everyone without looking over your shoulder.” “I hate you right now.” My voice comes out balanced and heat races through me. I was never the rebellious teenager. In all of my life, I never did scream these same words at my mom like I’d heard Mindi, Jenny, Kendall, and even Savannah do on different occasions. But right now, all I feel toward her is hatred that blinds me from any other emotion. “I’m not so fond of you lately either, kiddo.” “Then why in the hell did you make such a big deal about me coming home?” “It was a mistake.” Her light blue eyes look glacial as she stares directly into mine without a hint of regret or remorse. “I guess you can add it to your list, behind getting engaged within seven months of your husband dying.” My words are far quieter this time. I don’t have the energy to scream them at her like I want to. I use the small amount of what is left to turn before she can respond and head out to the backyard. My pain feels like a living, breathing thing, consuming me inch by inch as her words play over in my head. My mom’s getting married. The heat that had filled me seconds ago fades, replaced by an icy chill. As I look into the pool that once only held fun and an escape, my body begins to sway. I want to escape again. I want to escape from everything. Not even the familiar pool holds a warm embrace for me. The water is far cooler than what it has always been kept at, making my skin prickle as I sink further into the abyss. I open my eyes as I go, looking out into a never ending sea of blue. Arms grab me before I can fully appreciate the beauty of the water and the bubbles floating from my throat to the surface where blurred lights dance. They pull me against a large body that feels sharp in contrast to the open water. As we plunge through the surface, into the night air, I hear him take in a deep breath. He is still anchoring me against him, pulling me toward the shallow end. I don’t resist. I don’t know what I was doing coming in here. I’m sure he’s thinking I’m insane, or trying to kill myself. I’m not. I wasn’t. I just needed to feel something that didn’t hurt.  

About The Author
Mariah
Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world. Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created. She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.
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