Advance Review Copy of His Paris Affair

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 His Paris Affair

Ruiz has had enough of secrets and lies from the woman he loves. But what will she do when dangerous secrets and lies from his past invade thier present?

Ruiz Albury went to the Bahamas for one reason, to get back what was his as the rightful heir of his father with rage and resentment that has been festering for years. But once he gets there, he’s treated as part of a family, shown love and care he’d only dreamed about and all his carefully laid plans are forgotten. In fact, they are buried deep in his mind when he meets Melody Sinclair.

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Melody Sinclair thought she’d found one of the good ones. She loved Ruiz and trusted him enough to make him a part of her life, only to have it shuttered when she finds out his secret. Heart broken and distraught, she gets drunk and decides to get over him by getting under someone else, only for it to turn out to be the worst mistake of her life. Trapped, with nowhere to turn, Ruiz sweeps in like a knight in shining armor ready to battle her dragon.an might not live long enough to see that happen

Book Genre: Erotica romance

Formats Available: PDF

Reader Age Range: 18+

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The Chosen by Annette Gisby

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Once upon a time there was a writer, a writer who dreamed of being published, of seeing her name on the cover of a book.

She did all the right things, she took writing classes, she read books on how to write the perfect query, the perfect synopsis, how to approach the right publisher or agent.

She used the knowledge gained to send out lots of queries, included her SAE and waited for replies. And waited. No agents seemd interested, and neither did the publishers.

Did that mean she had a bad book? It was difficult to say, so as a test she offered readers the chance to read the manuscript electronically and give feedback on it. Feedback was good, they thought it was a good story.

But what to do about the lack of interest by publishers?

On the internet she discovered some POD companies, could this be the answer she was looking for? At first she thought it might be, but no, sales were good, but the royalties owed were not forthcoming so she tried again for a traditional publisher.

And then one day it happened. “Please send the rest of your manuscript.” The writer could hardly contain her joy. She thought back to her query letter, what was different? In this one she had mentioned “sales” from her POD book, did that help?

A contract was offered and she accepted, thinking that all her problems were over. No, they were only just beginning.

The writer had designed a beautiful cover, but the publisher didn’t approve and wanted to use their own cover. The writer agreed, reluctantly, she really hated the cover and so did anyone else who looked at it.

But the problems didn’t end there, after having signed a contract giving away world rights, the writer discovered that the publisher had no intention of marketing worldwide, just in the US. Which was a problem for a writer who had readers in the UK. So thinking it over, the writer decided to leave that particular company.

But now she was back to square one and all the querying started again. A few months later, the manuscript was requested and a contract offered. Again, the writer thought that things could only get better. No so.

First it was the correspondence, or lack of it. Emails went unanswered, the website remained static for months on end. Were they having problems? An email was sent to all the writers asking for investment in the company. Were they having financial difficulties? Why was nothing said sooner? Would the writer’s book ever be out?

There was nothing left but to cancel the contract, but even though all the problems were caused by the publishers, the writer wondered if her book was jinxed and she was wary of sending it off to another publisher.

So she sat down long and hard and had a talk with her fairy godfather (also known as her husband) and decided to completly self-publish her novel, no publishers involved anywhere.

Will there be a happy ending? That depends, it is a fairy story after all, and we would expect so.

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Annette Gisby grew up in a small town in Northern Ireland, moving to London when she was seventeen. Being a very small town there were no bookshops and a small library. When she’d devoured every book she could get her hands on in the library, she started writing her own stories so she would always have something to read later.

When not writing she enjoys reading, cinema, theatre, walks along deserted beaches or wandering around ruined castles (great places for inspiration!) New Zealand is her favourite place and she hopes to travel back there one day. She’s a fan of Japanese Manga and Anime and one day hopes to learn Japanese.

She currently lives in Hampshire with her husband, a collection of porcelain dolls and stuffed penguins and enough books to fill a small library. It’s diminishing gradually since the discovery of ebooks but still has a long way to go.


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The neighbouring kingdoms of Oscia and Arcathia have been at a tentative peace for three years after centuries of warfare. Prince Severin of Arcathia has been brought up to put duty before all else and as the only son of the King and Queen, it is his duty to marry and produce an heir. His parents want him to marry an Oscian princess to cement that tentative peace. Unfortunately Severin isn’t interested in princesses. Now, if he had his pick of princes that would be another matter.

Havyn has been a slave all his life. When his aptitude for wizardry is discovered, he finds himself purchased and freed by Prince Severin and apprenticed to the royal wizard, Ildar. His duty is to stay chaste to keep his powers strong, but his feelings for Severin sorely test his resolve.

With kingdoms at war, the throne hanging in the balance, magic in the air , and outside forces trying to keep them apart, can the two men find happiness together, or is duty more important than love?

 

The End by Denise Moncrief

The End:

Sometimes the end is only the beginning.

 

Almost a year after her husband dies, Ellie Marston opens the file for Tab’s last manuscript, a thriller so compelling it reads like a true story. His manuscript needs an ending, so Ellie writes the obvious conclusion. The same morning she types The End, her career as an assistant district attorney falls apart. Accused of throwing the high profile Patterson case, she resigns in disgrace. The only friend she has left in the criminal justice system is Det. Paul Santiago, a man she has worked closely with on numerous cases. While she was married to Tab, she squashed her growing feelings for Paul, determined to make her deteriorating marriage work, but circumstances after Tab’s death bring Ellie and Paul together.

Ellie’s paranoia increases as she becomes convinced Patterson is harassing her, certain that someone is searching her belongings for any hidden evidence she might have that would reopen his case. It becomes clear there was a conspiracy to release Patterson. She seeks help from her former co-worker, Presley Sinclair, but soon discovers Presley is deeply involved in the subsequent cover up. Worse yet, Tab’s affair with Presley drew him into the twisted conspiracy as well.

Together Paul and Ellie attempt to uncover the conspiracy in the District Attorney’s office, the set up that forced her to resign. The key to the mystery is hidden in the pages of Tab’s manuscript. Once Paul and Ellie come to the correct conclusion—Tab’s manuscript is a true story and Ellie’s added ending is the only logical outcome—Ellie attempts to reveal Patterson’s hidden partner in the District Attorney’s office, but the co-conspirator she uncovers is not whom she suspects. Danger swirls around her as she steps further and further into the conspirator’s trap.

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Excerpt of The End:

Tab’s Mac wobbled on the edge of the coffee table in front of me as my fingers tapped out the letters of the final sentence of the final scene as if they had a mind of their own. The idea for the ending had come to me in the middle of the night, and I was determined to finish the project before I forgot what I wanted to write. I hit return and then spaced down and typed The End with a flourish. I didn’t know if writers wrote that at the end of a manuscript, but I did it anyway.

I leaned back on the sofa. A smile should have formed, but it didn’t. I was pleased…but exhausted. The urge to finish Tab’s final project had been satisfied. How did he do this? The process had mutilated every one of my emotions.

He had put a lot of himself into his writing. I’d watched him, absorbed for hours on end, struggling to choose just the right word or just the right sentence structure. He’d tried for years to get an agent or a publisher to read one of his manuscripts. After numerous rejections, he’d send them to the virtual trash bin with an angry jab to the delete button. It appeared like a lot of wasted effort to me.

Thinking about Tab kicked me in the gut once again. He had been dead for almost a year, but his memory could still hit me hard when I least expected it. It’s true. You never get over losing someone you love the way I had loved him.

I was awake late one night the previous week watching Castle on a Netflix disk, when I decided it was time to read Tab’s unfinished masterpiece—well at least it would have been a masterpiece in his humble opinion—if he had discussed it with me. He never mentioned the project. I didn’t even know the manuscript existed until after the accident that took his life. If I hadn’t been searching the hard drive of his Mac for something else, I would have never known about it.

Odd. Tab wasn’t a secretive sort of guy. Was he?

So his unfinished manuscript had remained unread on the hard drive of his Mac for months. I’d put the idea of reading his final words aside, but then I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to read what he left behind.

When I opened the file, I expected to read something sentimental and just a little cheesy, something with a made-for-television happy ending. I expected to cry like a baby when I read his final words. Tab was the most dramatic man I’d ever met.

Instead, I became engrossed in a thriller that read so real I wondered if he had written a true story. All the plot needed was a realistic ending.

And the end came to me in the middle of the night.

It was done now. For better or for worse. I reached for my coffee mug and took a sip, then grimaced. The brew had gone stone cold. I rose from the sofa and slogged into the kitchen to refill my cup and stick it in the microwave. As I waited for the ready beep, the view outside my window captured my attention. A bare limb of an oak tree swayed, easily manipulated by the wind. The weather promised another gloomy, rainy day. I pulled my robe closer around me, but the chill of the morning pierced the terry cloth. I shuddered and headed for my bedroom.

My linens lay on my bed, twisted and tangled from tossing and turning. I had no desire to go to work. Finishing Tab’s masterpiece had drained my energy, and when I finally dragged my butt into the office, I would have to confront my boss. Executive Assistant District Attorney Michael Leads would not be happy with my lack of progress on the Baxter case. Into my second year as an assistant district attorney, I was well aware I had missed my calling. My confidence in the criminal justice system had disappeared. My passion for convicting the right offender put me in constant conflict with a process that had morphed over the years into a system designed for speed rather than accuracy.

With no enthusiasm, I dressed for the day. I chose my best black suit because it matched my mood, but beneath it I wore a bright, cherry red blouse. My power outfit. I needed all the chutzpah I could manage to face Leads’ wrath. It was coming at me, like a hurricane hovering off the coast trying to decide which shore was most vulnerable.

After applying a few final touches to my makeup, I zipped a brush through my hair, made a pretense of brushing my teeth, and swished an ounce of mouthwash. I held my hand over my mouth. My breath still smelled of stale coffee. I looked into the mirror and groaned, then swiped at the toothpaste stain on my lapel with a damp rag before heading toward the living room. After a few minutes of panicked searching, I found my only pair of black heels under the sofa.

I was as ready for my confrontation with Leads as I was ever going to get. My briefcase leaned next to the front door where I’d dropped it the night before. I had planned to review some case files before I went to bed, but once I closed my apartment door behind me, nothing could have motivated me to open my briefcase last night.

The ride to the office was probably the longest of my career. Lights flashed through the windows as the train passed through another station. I held tight to a strap above me because all the seats were full, always a marker of how my day would go. I was running late, and there was no hope for me.

My mind drifted. Instead of mentally listing the things I needed to accomplish at work that day, I dwelt on how I should have chosen a different path for my life and what that path would have been. Had everything I suffered to work my way through college and then law school really been for nothing?

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/Romance/Suspense

Release Date: September 5, 2012

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-69-1 ISBN 10: 1-939217-69-5

Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-70-7  ISBN 10: 1-939217-70-9

Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html

 

download (6)Denise wrote her first story when she was in high school—seventeen hand-written pages on school-ruled paper and an obvious rip-off of the last romance novel she read. She earned a degree in accounting, giving her some nice skills to earn a little money, but her passion has always been writing. She has written numerous short stories and more than a few full-length novels. Her favorite pastimes when she’s not writing are spending time with her family, traveling, reading, and scrapbooking. She lives in Louisiana with her husband, two children, and one very chubby dog.

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On Thin Ice By Bernadette Marie

Another great novel by Bernadette Marie… On Thin Ice!!

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Malory (Wil) Wilson needed to recover from her divorce. A nice transition from West Coast life back to Aspen Creek, the small Colorado mountain town she grew up in would put things straight. The plan was foolproof until she discovered that the first man to break her heart, retired NHL player Christopher Douglas, also returned to Aspen Creek.

 

Christopher had taken enough hits in his career. He didn’t know his heart would take one when Wil returned to Aspen Creek. Hell bent on winning her over after having broken her heart years earlier, he will risk everything to get her back—including his life.

 

When the ice rink Malory’s father built faces being shut down the couple find themselves working together to save the business. However, forgiveness and newfound love just might come to a crashing end when Christopher’s archenemy skates into town bent on revenge.

 

Skating on thin ice, without a guardian angel looking out for Christopher, Malory could lose him forever.

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Excerpt of On Thin Ice:

The tires of Malory’s old red Jeep crunched the frozen snow over loose gravel. The sound curled her mouth into a smile. That was how winter was supposed to sound.

The sky filled with the orange and blue hues of a rising sun as the chill of the air stirred together with the heat from the vehicle’s heater. All of it brought back a flood of memories from her childhood. All of them warm and welcome.

She pulled her Jeep into a parking space in front of the large metal building that housed the ice arena. A huge banner above the front doors read, “Home to NHL Player Christopher Douglas.”

She shook her head. Well, she thought, at least someone claimed him. If memory was correct, he’d played for multiple NHL teams in his very short professional career. So he’d never called anywhere home for long, except Aspen Creek.

But everyone had started somewhere, including her.

Above the banner announcing the fame of Christopher Douglas was the name of the building. Aspen Creek Ice Center.

It was good to be home.

And home was where she planned to stay.

She didn’t see her father’s pickup parked on the side of the building. She’d told him she’d meet him there at seven. It was already seven-ten. He wouldn’t have headed off to breakfast without her. After all, he’d awakened her at four forty-five in the morning just to invite her.

She turned off the engine and pulled the keys from the column, placing them in the pocket of her coat. She might have been born and raised in the small Colorado town where people left their doors unlocked and the keys in their cars, but she’d been in California long enough to have picked up some less trusting habits. Sadly, those new habits had her locking part of herself away too.

She stepped out into the cold and quickly slid on her gloves. It was the kind of cold that took your breath away. It froze the inside of your nose, and when the wind blew through the valley, it burned your skin. She pulled the stocking cap from her pocket and pulled it over her head, making sure to cover her ears. She hit the lock on the door and slammed it shut. Then as fast as she could, without falling on her butt, she headed across the slick parking lot for the front door of the arena, which had been the love child of her mother and father years before she’d been born.

The heater above the door did its job. It took that pins-and-needles chill from her skin just enough to comfort her.

White concrete walls, which held bleachers on the other side, blocked the view of the ice rink from the door. There were no spectators at seven fifteen on a Wednesday morning, but the ice wasn’t empty.

Malory had been there enough times in the early morning to know that at least a dozen figure skaters and a few hockey players had already etched their presence into the glossy finish of the ice before they went about their day.

Malory stood there for a moment. She closed her eyes and just let the building surround her. When she opened them, the smiling faces of the hundreds that had graced the ice over the past forty years greeted her. Early photographs in black-and-white and later ones in color lined the corridor that lead toward the ice. The first set of eyes to catch her matched her own. They were her mother’s.

Malory stood and stared at the picture of her mother, then only twenty-two. She wore an Olympic medal around her neck and had a bouquet of roses tucked in the crevice of her arm. Hadn’t that been the very picture her father had hoped to recreate with her? Oh, he’d tried, but she was never the skater her mother had been.

She blew out a breath. Her parents had opened the skating rink with money her mother had won from competitions and endorsements after her Olympic win. People had laughed at them. The hockey player wanna-be and the washed-up Olympian. What good was it going to do to build an ice rink in a town of three thousand? But the gamble had paid off.

Young girls wanted to skate under Ginger Bromell-Wilson. Boys wanted to learn to play hockey from Harvey Wilson, the man who had almost made it to the NHL. Neighboring towns embraced the opportunity, and the Aspen Creek Ice Center was born.

Only four short years later Malory entered the picture. Another two and her mother was gone.

Malory had lived thirty-one years without her mother, but it still tore her apart. She didn’t know her. She didn’t have one memory of her except for the pictures that hung on the walls of the building her father had put up twenty years ago to replace the original structure. What Malory had was the sadness that her father had always carried in his heart.

He’d tried to replace Ginger, Malory now understood, with her. He’d tried to raise her to be an Olympian figure skater. But she was no Ginger Bromell-Wilson. She was only a look-alike with some of the skill.

Malory let her mother’s eyes follow her as she walked down the corridor toward the ice. There were no figure skaters on the ice as she’d first thought. She didn’t have to see it to know that. The sound was of a single skater. The short stops that tore up the ice and the sound of wood hitting the cold hard surface said hockey player. There was the sound of the puck sliding on the ice. The ping as the puck ricocheted off of the pole and the crack of the stick against the ice in a fit of anger resonated through the arena. Curses that flew from the mouth of the player confirmed that the player was an adult and had missed the mark of the net. A low laugh escaped her throat. You were never too old to enjoy indoor ice.

She turned down the short hall that led to the ice. The smell of adrenaline and sweat had permeated every crevice of the building over the years. It was a nasty smell, but it too made her feel at home.

Breathing deeply, she lifted her head to watch the hockey player she’d heard when she walked in. She saw him and gasped. He skated down the ice, around the other net, keeping the puck on the edge of his stick and then as he hit the blue line, he smacked the puck into the net. He turned back around, caught the puck with the stick, and then caught her eye.

The crooked grin that erupted on his face made her heart rate kick up. It raced so fast that she wasn’t sure her chest would hold it inside any longer. Fifteen years had passed since they’d last spoken, but not a day had gone by that she hadn’t thought of him.

Malory tried to will her feet to walk closer to the door he skated toward. She found the task hard to do. His hair was long and peeked out of the sides and back of his helmet. His dark eyes sparkled as he neared her.

By the time he’d unlatched the door, she realized she’d walked toward him and now he towered above her only inches away. At six foot three, he was an enormous sight in front of her. The skates added at least three more inches to his height. He wore no pads, but his shoulders were square and muscular under his loose jersey.

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com  books@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary

Release Date: September 4, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-75-2 ISBN 10: 1-939217-75-X

Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-76-9 ISBN 10: 1-939217-76-8

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Other posts on Bernadette Marie

Lost and Found, Center Stage, First Kiss, Keller Family, Opposite attract

 

Picked up an Interracial Romance book lately?

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When the tag ‘interracial’ is seen on books, it is assumed that the book is has a black heroine and a white hero, because truthfully, that is the most popular theme and it is rarely the other way round, with a white heroine and a black hero. Another rarity is a black or white lead against a lead that is Asian, Indian, Latin and other races. Examples of such rare books that I’ve read with a Latin/white and Latin/black are the Hot Latin series by Delaney Diamond with a black heroine and Latin hero, M.J. Kane in Butterfly Memoirs with black, white and Latin characters and Star Bright by me with a white hero and a Latin heroine.download (2)

I strive to write books with a whole mix of races because it’s different from the norm and tying your laces the same way every time tends to get boring. And also, I believe it makes them more interesting to the readers because there is more than one culture being explored. In real life, and though interracial relationships have been around for a few decades, people still ask this very popular question, ‘how does your relationship work when you are both so different?’

Yes, we do like to proclaim that we are a racially tolerant world- even though in some places and a few times in our day to day lives racism still exists- the color of our skin is still a gigantic determinant in whether or not a relationship will survive the long hall. ‘How are people going to react to us’, ‘I don’t believe in what you do’, ‘how will our children look like’, ‘what will my family say when I bring a black/white/Asian/Latino guy home’, ‘how long will it take before we face prejudice’.  Then all in all, they begin to feel that love just isn’t enough to keep a biracial couple together.

But just like couples facing financial problems, childlessness, homophobes and sadistic in-laws (yes, we all have that one in-law you would like to ‘forget’ to invite to your Christmas dinner) whatever is holding those couples together- I’m a romantic so I’m going to say love and it is the same thing that will hold biracial couples together. People do need to understand in a relationship, any romantic relationship is to survive, their number one concern should be their partner.

So why do authors like to write IR romance books? One, is because it’s the new fairy tale and people love fairy tales. Second, I think it’s because it is one of numerous ways to say falling in love with someone who isn’t of your race is okay. And why do readers read it? Again, it’s the new fairy tale. And second, I think it’s because they are looking for answers for the questions I pointed out earlier. Great authors bring solid authenticity to their books by bringing in an element of ‘real life’ in their books for those who write fiction and readers feel a familiarity with the book. Those who write non-fiction of IR romances based on their own life become inspirations. Authors end up being ‘therapists’ to their readers, answering questions and helping them sort through their own problems.

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Here is an interesting fact, very few readers have heard of IR romance books. And yet the bestselling romance books are IR and of course featuring black women and white men. Which begs the question, why don’t IR authors receive the same attention as authors of other romance?

I have a suggestion for you readers who have never read an interracial romance novel. Pick up an IR book and find out why people love them so much. Spice up your libraries people!

The best place to find the best IR authors and books is Romance Novels In Color . They have the best IR books listed and they also have reviews of a large number of IR books out there in the industry. Let them help you make an informed IR decision.

 

My books reviewed by Romance Novels in Color:

Star Bright http://romancenovelsincolor.com/review-of-star-bright-by-christina-ow/
Love Forever After http://romancenovelsincolor.com/review-of-love-forever-after-by-christina-ow/

Have a great Furahi-Day!!

Welcome Z Allora!

Hi All!

Today I’m hosting Z Allora on my blog. Let’s get to know a little about this author and the background of his writing!

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Thank you Christina for having me on your blog and making me feel welcomed.

I know a lot of your readers have never read a gay romance novel but your books invite open minded readers, so I wanted to share with them why I started publishing gay romance. I’ve always written but never thought to publish.

I lived in China for about six years and about three years into my adventure, I realized I knew no openly gay people. It struck me as odd because statistically that made no sense. I’d read studies that suggest at least 10% of people are LGBTQIA, so where were the gay people in China?

Being the big mouthed American I asked, “Where are all the gay people?”

The answer shocked me. “There are no gay people in China.” When I stopped laughing I realized my highly educated and professional friends were quite serious. Many people believed ‘gay’ is just a Western concept.

Around this time, I began to watch Adam Lambert’s American Glam Nation Tour via Youku video (China’s version of Youtube). I couldn’t miss how differently he acted and performed in some states vs. others. In the North and on the coasts, he was open with his sexuality and made out with his bass player, thrilling his fans. But when he played concerts in the South and mid-West his behavior was almost muted. I was fascinated and continued to mark his progress across the USA and overseas.  The more progressive the state or country, the freer more open he seemed to be.

I previously lived in Singapore for a year so I knew it is illegal for two men to engage in sexual activity. In the neighboring country of Malaysia, gay activities could get you twenty years in prison and corporal punishment. So when Adam Lambert’s Asian tour was greeted with protests in Malaysia because he’d turn people gay, I realized the world wasn’t as progressive and forward thinking as I had given it credit to be. But what could I do to promote equality and educate?

I believe much of the trouble is people are able to see someone who happens to be gay as “the other”, someone who is nothing like they are. Many people might not know a gay person or might not know that they indeed know a gay person. Gay romance bridges the gap. It allows readers the opportunity to know someone who is gay.

Actually, I tested this theory. I lent a romance series with homoerotic overtones to a young woman who I’d considered quite homophobic. She came back to me devastated when the two men whom she thought were meant to be together didn’t end up with a happy ending. I saw how powerful a story could be and how it helped change her heart. (BTW this young woman is still hooked on gay romance though claims not to read the sex scenes. She now advocates strongly for the gay community).

Watching Adam Lambert and Tommy Ratliff had inspired to write my first hot rocker gay romance: The Dark Angels. Dare I try to publish it? How could I not try to promote equality through happily ever afters? So I gave it a shot.

I believe romance readers all LOVE happily ever afters especially after overcoming obstacles.  My hope is that in reading something I’ve written might help a reader to promote and reinforce equality in their world. When all is said and done: love is love.

My latest release is Made in China: The Great Wall allows me to share some of my experiences I had in China. Read the blurb here.

Visit my blog if you would like to get in touch with me.

Love Forever After is FREE!!!

Hi all!

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I hope you are having a wonderful Monday so far. Well, I’m having a fab day because Love Forever After is #FREE for the next 5 days (27th-31st May)!! So, if you’ve always wanted to read this book, and wasn’t so sure you’d like to spend the cash (I’m like that too so no worries 🙂 ) this is your chance to get a FREE copy! All I ask in a form of payment is a review and a referral so your friends can spend the money!

Only 5 days guys so get to downloading!!

The event is listed on my FB page, please share it with your friends.

To help you decide, her is a review from Romance Novels In Color:

Love Forever After by Christina OW is an amazing tale, filled with sorrow, pain and healing. How do you survive the loss of your soul mate? How does a person come back from that type of bone-deep wounding? This story explores that premise and the idea that even in the darkest hours, comfort can be found.

To start with, the main players are the heroine Kristy, who simply put is an Afro-American tree hugger, and the hero of the tale William is a straight laced British male. They were opposite in all ways, but the differences only serve to highlight the couple’s compatibility.

It all begins with Kristy’s funeral and her grieving widower standing graveside at an empty casket. You are taken through the phases of his pain, starting with the aforementioned service, with details of the couple’s acceptance of each other (the hero has a fund for bail money and the police know her by name), and then taken on a journey to the years beyond.

The hero goes through many bumps in the road on the way to healing. His family (not to mention Kristy’s) thinks he’s lost his mind when he blatantly speaks about his wife as if she is still alive. He is forcibly sent on leave from work for the same reason. There were many twists and turns that made this story not only incredible, but inspiring.

As a reader, I found that the journey made with the hero during his pain was a real one and extremely relatable. I, like many other people have lost loved ones, and the emotions that our hero exhibits are real. The pain he endures is honest.

There were a scant handful of grammatical errors in the writing, but the story was so emotionally riveting that I barely regarded them during the read.

This story is wonderful enough to go into print and sell quite well as the author is talented enough to make the unusual aspects in this novel work well. This story is heart wrenching in the extreme and honestly, I cried like a baby during several scenes. There is no lovemaking in this story, but even as a fan of the erotic I didn’t need that from this read. All that I wanted was for William to find some sense of peace with his loss. I was invested in this story from page one (which is rare in this day and age of quick author turnover and filler pages) and nary a sentence was skipped.

-Reviewed by: Jennifer

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Fate Series Preview: The Beginning

NB:

-The release of Love Rekindled has been pushed to February 14th. With school and other projects needed sooner, I can’t spare the time to finish this book, but I promise by Valentine’s day, you’ll be enjoying the crazy love between Ronald and Sandra- pure drama!

-Love Forever After is now available on Smashwords and hopefully on other eBook stores.

-Fate Series Preview: The Beginning and The Mara Song are always free on Smashwords but $0.99 on Amazon. The only way they will be free on Amazon if readers tell them of a lower price. So if you’ve read these short stories, please go to Amazon and tell them about the lower price and help make them free.

Have a Fab week and Happy Reading!!! 😉

Tara Quan – Warlock’s Pawn – My Virtual Book Tour Begins!

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This post marks the beginning of my very first virtual book tour. Fellow author Christina OW was kind enough to host my launching guest blog. As such, I thought it appropriate to reflect on all the steps leading to Warlock Pawn’s publication.

 

Step 1: Lots of reading. I’m a devout fan of Nalini Singh, Kresley Cole, Julia Quinn and Judith McNaught. I’ll buy any book with their names on the cover.

Step 2: Lots of writing. Like any profession, it takes experience to create a good product. There are more written words languishing in my computer than there are published.

Step 3: Lots of denial. I tried NOT being a writer for over ten years. Deciding to become a romance author is one of the most illogical things I’ve ever done. I don’t regret it.

Step 4: Lots of research. Offering your manuscript to a publisher isn’t easy.  I spent weeks on the internet coming up with a short list of places that would be a good fit.

Step 5: Lots of submissions. There’s no harm in asking, but it takes a great deal of time and effort.

Step 6: Rejections and Realizations. I have a decent collection of emails saying “no” in creative and not so creative ways. I trunked my first two complete manuscripts (for very good reason).

Step 7: First yes. Tower in the Woods will always have a special place in my heart.

Step 9: First encounter with an editor. All the colors on my marked up manuscript made it clear just how much room I had for improvement.

Step 10: First sale. NovelRank doesn’t register your book until at least one person pays for it. I have a sinking suspicion this sale was to my mother.

Step 11: Starting all over again. Being a glutton for punishment, I wrote something very different from my first one.

An erotic journey filled with deception and suspense, Warlock’s Pawn is my second published work and the first book in my Captive Fates series. My hero is a warrior who uses magic as his weapon, and my heroine is a fey foreseer determined to alter her kingdom’s destiny. Amidst a fantasy desert setting, they first fall in lust and then in love with each other.

I’ve included a sneak peak below. Come visit my website (www.taraquan.com) for more about my writing. I’m also on Twitter (https://twitter.com/LaylaTarar) and Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/taraquanauthor).

Blurb:

Foreseeing the warlock’s destiny, Warlock's PawnAlia saves the man her sister plotted to kill. He returns five years later to conquer her city. A pawn in a battle for desert waters, Alia resigns herself to a political marriage and an empty bed. But when Duncan demands more than just her name, she chances losing her heart along with her freedom.

Determined to reclaim her kingdom, Anora parlays her body to remain at Duncan’s side. From within the Helicon court she spins her web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alia is all that stands between her and the throne. Her sister must cease to breathe before the warlock’s affection wanes.

A master tactician, Duncan has no qualms making Anora his courtesan and Alia his queen. But it is Alia’s eyes that haunt his dreams, and she soon becomes his only weakness. With the perils that haunt the Helicon court, caring for the fey is absolute folly. A warlock’s love is a fatal curse, and Alia’s death will be his undoing.

Content Notes: Intense Heat/Edgy Erotic Romance, Anal Play/Intercourse, Light BDSM Practices or Play, Ménage

Excerpt:

Gripping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, Duncan tilted her delicate face up for better scrutiny. “Those fey eyes do not lie. Even with your face covered, you are as much a symbol of Dionian power as Anora. Those in the city may not bow at your feet for fear of retribution, but they know you are their princess all the same.”

Anger flashed, turning the purple pools a darker shade. “I serve them, warlock, as a disciple of the goddess. I mend bones and brew elixirs. I provide those with need the knowledge they seek. Dionians respect the temple because it is they we serve, and they see me as one among the many who help tend their wounds. Very few know what the color of my eyes mean.”

As his mind mulled over changes to strategy, he could not suppress a triumphant smile. “Then you are a more useful pawn than I first believed. When your bloodline is revealed, you will have already earned your people’s loyalty. Alia. It is a name I shall never forget.”

For reasons he could not understand, Duncan was reluctant to release her. Nonetheless, he laid her on the cold shifting sand and rose. An arduous path awaited him, and he was eager to begin the conquest he should never have attempted to avoid. Helicon needed the waters this kingdom possessed. What he failed to acquire through marriage, he would now have to take by force.

Surprising him, Alia lifted her hand in an unmistakable gesture. “You need power to return to your lands,” she observed as their gazes met. “Take what your body demands.”

“You will be weakened beyond awareness,” he warned even as he crouched by her side. His newfound conscience and practicality warred as Duncan scrutinized her small form. She was half his weight, and standing, her head would not reach the center of his chest. She was young, her power untrained, and she was too weak to make such an offer. “You have but a trickle of magic left. If you allow me to drain your life force, the act will forever tie your mind to mine.”

Her eyes were those of one who had often faced a destiny not of her choosing. “The link goes both ways. Accept what neither of us can change. You cannot wait for the sun to rise, for the princess will not be satisfied without your body. Soldiers will arrive at dawn, and the ravine takes days to traverse. Just promise you will leave me safe inside the temple’s walls. I will be cared for while you spend the next half decade coating the sands in blood.”

He took her hand and felt the uneven rhythm of her pulse. She knew what was being offered and where this choice would lead. There was a reason his kind risked their lives to possess the fey. He overlooked caution in his courtship of Anora because she was the only fey princess he believed existed. With their blood came indescribable power, enough magic to transport him back to his lands. Only a warlock could take a fey’s power at will, and that very nature had once pitched the two races in a war that led to the near-extinction of both. Worshiped by humans as demigods, very few of either bloodline still lived.

“What do you ask? What is the payment you demand for saving the life of the Ruler of Helicon?” he questioned as he bent his head to her proffered wrist and brushed his lips against her palm.

“I ask that you be merciful,” she said as he drew in her life force, and pure white magic seeped through his body to undo all that Anora’s poison had wrought. With the bond came an understanding of words that need not be spoken, of a request made by a being who knew too well how this war would end.

Once he was sated, Duncan released the fey’s hand and gazed upon her pale unconscious form. He bent to press his lips against her cheek before fastening on the veil.

“The Dionian court will pay for its crime, and one day you will belong to me,” he whispered as he lifted the feather-light body into his arms. “But the people you protect will be safe under my rule. To that you have my vow.”

Buy Links:

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Tara Quan’s New Captive Fates Series

Warlock's PawnDelve into a fantastic world of political intrigue, magic, and a sword-wielding alpha male, in Book 1 of Tara Quan’s new Captive Fates series . Who will survive as two women and one man fight for the right to rule in a world of blood and sand, where becoming a warlock’s queen is a fatal curse? Inspired by The Arabian Nights, Warlock’s Pawn is romantic suspense at its best.

Foreseeing the warlock’s destiny, Alia saves the man her sister plotted to kill. He returns five years later to conquer her city. A pawn in a battle for desert waters, Alia resigns herself to a political marriage and an empty bed. But when Duncan demands more than just her name, she chances losing her heart along with her freedom.

Determined to reclaim her kingdom, Anora parlays her body to remain at Duncan’s side. From within the Helicon court she spins her web, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alia is all that stands between her and the throne. Her sister must cease to breathe before the warlock’s affection wanes.

A master tactician, Duncan has no qualms about making Anora his courtesan and Alia his queen. But it is Alia’s eyes that haunt his dreams, and she soon becomes his only weakness. With the perils that haunt the Helicon court, caring for the fey is absolute folly. A warlock’s love is a fatal curse, and Alia’s death will be his undoing.

Find Author at:

Goodreads:     http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6888308.Tara_Quan

Blog URL:     http://taraquan.com

Twitter:   LaylaTarar

Find out more about the book and the author on the 22nd of May, her first stop on her blog tour. I’ll be hosting her and she’ll share more about  The Warlord’s Pawn and her writing life!

 

Moreno Brothers by Elizabeth Reyes

Hi all! I cam across this series because my sister wouldn’t shut up about it so I picked up a copy. I definitely saw the appeal.

Books in this series, Forever Mine, Always Been Mine, Sweet Sofie, Romero, Making You Mine.MB-banner

With this series each story is different and unique. the characters in these books grow and the readers need to grow with them to understand how the changes in these relationships.

Forever Mine is the first in the series about Sarah and Angle and just about teenage romance, Making You Mine is the last book and it’s adult and the best part is it includes a nice finale of how everyone ended up after 3years.  The snip bit about Angel and Sarah was both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

The books are intense, juvenile, annoying, comical, wonderful… just an all round series that you will definitely want to read.

My top 3 in the series:

1. Forever Mine

2. Making You Mine

3. Romero

About Author

499602I was born and raised and continue to live in sunny southern California. I’m married and have two wonderful teens. My love for writing began when I was just a kid though, I never really had any dreams or aspirations of doing it for a living. Then along came the age of eReaders and I saw an opportunity. The Moreno Brothers series has literally changed my life. I now wake up to go to work a few yards from my bed. Forever Mine is the first in the series and is currently still free on Amazon but I anticipate that changing real soon. Always Been Mine is the second in the series, then Sweet Sofie and recently released Romero is the fourth. Making You Mine is the fifth in the series and will be available tentatively this December 2011. I already have another series in mind for when I’m done with this one. I will have more info sneak and peeks of that series which will be out in 2012. But I have so many other stories screaming to be told I only wish I could write faster!

I love hearing from my readers and try to always respond as soon as I can, so feel free to reach out!

Thanks for reading!

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Website: http://www.ElizabethReyes.com
Twitter: AuthorElizabeth

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