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Bait by Elizabeth Noble

January 18, 2017 Spotlight 0

baitGenre: Romantic Suspense

Tyler McCall has made mistakes. He was a teacher—before he fell for a student in his school. That misstep cost him his job and everything he’d worked for. He moved to the Black Hills of Wyoming to start his life over, and he’s happy working at the Big Rock Inn near Devils Tower.

Linden Bourne, a no-nonsense FBI agent Tyler had met before, returns to Wyoming hot on the trail of a killer. The previously unexplored attraction between them grows—which is good considering they’ll be spending a lot of time together when a blizzard strands them at the inn. Cut off from the outside world, with no power, they’ll need to rely on their wits and each other to survive.





Linden blinked at the man—Tyler McCall—then glanced around. Big plastic tarps lay scattered near what looked like a bar, and wooden and metal workbenches and sawhorses littered the area. Some of the tables in the dining room were draped in thick black plastic.

“This isn’t exactly a social visit,” Linden said. He wasn’t in the habit of calling ahead to arrange an appointment when he wanted to question someone. Holding out his hand—no reason not to be civil—Linden offered a small smile and said, “Special Agent Linden Bourne.”

Tyler shook his hand and thumped Linden’s shoulder with his other hand. “No need to be so formal. I remember your name. I’m—”

“Tyler McCall. I remember as well.” Linden set his bags at his feet and shrugged out of his coat for something to do besides gaze into Tyler’s heterochromic eyes and think how his messy hair and slight scruff suited him.

Today Tyler wore a thick cable-knit brown sweater with the collar of a T-shirt peeking out along his neckline. Linden’s attention was drawn to the little dip at the base of Tyler’s throat. Jeans and hiking boots rounded out his outfit and were a sharp contrast to Linden’s suit and tie.

“You’re not exactly dressed for a vacation in this part of the country,” Tyler said and took Linden’s overcoat, shaking more snow from it. He offered a warm, friendly smile. “Hope you at least brought some boots.”

Linden shrugged and said, “I’m not here for a vacation.”

“Oh.” Tyler’s face fell.

Linden felt a sudden stab of guilt. Had Tyler thought Linden came to see him for other reasons? “Can I?” he asked and waved at the few tables that weren’t covered in plastic.

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Elizabeth Noble started telling stories before she actually knew how to write, and her family was very happy when she learned to put words on a page. Those words turned into fan fiction that turned into a genuine love of M/M romance fiction. Being able to share her works with Dreamspinner is really a dream come true. She has a real love for a good mystery complete with murder and twisty plots as well as all things sci-fi, futuristic, and supernatural and a bit of an unnatural interest in a super-volcano in Wyoming.
Elizabeth has three grown children and is now happily owned by an adorable mixed breed canine princess and one tabby cat. She lives in her native northeast Ohio, the perfect place for gardening, winter and summer sports (go Tribe and Cavs!). When she’s not writing she’s working as a veterinary nurse, so don’t be surprised to see her men with a pet or three who are a very big part of their lives.
Elizabeth received several amateur writing awards. Since being published several of her novels have received honorable mentions in the Rainbow Awards. Her novel Jewel Cave was a runner up in the 2015 Rainbow awards in the Gay Mystery/Thriller category.

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LIES, LOVE & REDEMPTION by Kelli A. Wilkins

January 16, 2017 Spotlight 0

lies-love-and-redemptionGenre: Historical Western Romance

Shot and left for dead, Sam Hixton stumbles into a general store on the Nebraska prairie and collapses into the arms of Cassie Wilcox.

Cassie’s world is turned upside down when the handsome stranger drops into her life. Sam is another complication she doesn’t need: her business is dying and her trouble with the townspeople is escalating. Yet she’s determined to keep the store open — no matter what the cost.

As Sam recovers from his injuries, he hides the truth about his identity and convinces Cassie to let him work in the store. He’s attracted to her and admires her independent nature but quickly realizes Cassie’s in way over her head. They fight their growing attraction, and Cassie questions whether she can trust her fragile heart to a mysterious stranger. Will he accept her once he knows about her troubled past?

Cassie resists Sam’s advances and represses her feelings until one fateful night when they give in to their fiery passion. Together, they work out a plan to save the store but find their efforts are thwarted—and their lives endangered—by the locals.

Sam’s secret returns to haunt him and pulls him away just when Cassie needs him the most. Will he regain her trust when she learns the truth?
Cassie has everything invested in the store—can she save it and find true love with Sam before it’s too late?

“I hate to tell you this, but you have a big problem.”

Sam broke off a chunk of bread and dipped it into the chicken broth. “Honey, I’ve got a lot of problems, starting with the fact that I got shot and nearly died. What else do I have to worry about?”

“A man who stands about six foot six.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Shit. Tell me it’s not your husband.”

“No.” Cassie laughed. “Luke, the sheriff. He was here this afternoon asking questions about you. Holloway’s a small town. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. Folks are bound to be curious when a shot-up stranger wanders into the only store, bleeding to death.”

He slurped more soup.

“Luke thinks you’re wanted, an outlaw, or… I don’t know, whatever he can dream up that might get him a reward.”

“I’m not wanted.” He gazed into Cassie’s brown eyes. “I know you have no reason to believe me, but I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Luke will be back tomorrow morning, and he’s determined to talk to you. He’s gonna ask how you got here and who shot you. I don’t care what you tell him.” She rose and uncorked the bottle of medicine on the tray. “Drink this.”

“Doc left two?”

“No. This is something different. I took this off the shelf downstairs.”

“Won’t you get in trouble with your boss?”

Cassie chuckled. “Nope. I am the boss. It’s my store. I can take what I want.”

“Oh.” That was unusual. Most women couldn’t handle the responsibility of running a business. How had Cassie come to own a store?

“What’s in it?” he said, eyeing the bottle warily. Patent medicines, or snake oil treatments, often made you feel worse than if you took nothing at all. They were full of arsenic, turpentine, or kerosene. “I don’t take well to these medicinal potions.”

“And I don’t regularly offer them, but this should dull the pain.” She poured a spoonful of the amber liquid and held it out. “Open up.”

He was about to argue, then thought better of it. If this poison helped him sleep, he’d be content with that much, at least. “Couldn’t I have whiskey?”

Cassie grinned. “This concoction is about three-quarters whiskey. That’s why I keep it on the shelf.”

He gulped the medicine down, and his eyes watered. “It sure burns like whiskey,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Good. Now that you’ve had food and medicine, I’ll let you sleep.” Cassie set a glass of water on the side table and headed for the door. “I’ll come back for the tray in an hour. Try to rest. Luke will aim to catch you muddle-headed in the morning. I told him you were still unconscious.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I figured you could use the time to get your story straight. Luke’s nosy, like everyone else in this damn town. We don’t get strangers coming through here, so you’re a curiosity. People are going to be suspicious of you.”

He nodded, grateful for the warning. The less Cassie and the other townsfolk knew about him and his past, the better.

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Kelli A. Wilkins is an award-winning author who has published 100 short stories, 19 romance novels, and 5 non-fiction books. Her romances span many genres and heat levels.

In 2016 Kelli began re-releasing her romances previously published by Amber Quill Press. Visit her website and blog for a full title list, book summaries, and other information. Kelli’s third Medallion Press historical romance, Lies, Love & Redemption, was released in September 2016.

Her writing book, You Can Write—Really! A Beginner’s Guide to Writing Fiction is a fun and informative non-fiction guide based on her 15 years of experience as a writer. It’s filled with writing exercises and helpful tips all authors can use.

If you like to be scared, check out Kelli’s horror ebooks: Dead Til Dawn and Kropsy’s Curse.

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Code Name: Forever & Ever by Natasza Waters

January 13, 2017 Spotlight 0

code-name-coverGenre: Romantic Suspense

Patrick Cobbs is a NavySEAL in training and from the wrong side of the tracks. Marg Stines is an Ivy League girl from Beverly Hills who refuses the job offered to her on a silver platter by her father. With one bag in her hand and determined to create her own future, she heads for San Diego.

Only one person believes their love will last forever, and he’s dead.

Book five of the award-winning series, A Warrior’s Challenge.






“Are you going to kiss me good night?” Marg’s voice held a haughty little tone.

Patrick bowed his head and chuckled. “No.” He said it more to see her reaction.

“Fine,” she quipped and tipped her shoulder. “Bruce did.”

Oh man, oh man. He torqued his brow. “There’s a difference between me and him, Marg.”

She cocked her head. “And that is?”

“When I kiss you for the first time, it’ll be on my terms when you least expect it.”

She clutched her palms together. “I might not feel like kissing you then, Patrick Cobbs. Sure you want to take that chance?”

He chuckled again. Relaxed and straddling his bike, he gazed at her. Smart and beautiful. Most guys would think he was off his rock, tempting fate or her ire. “I’ll take that chance. Let’s do things the old-fashioned way.”

“You make me nuts,” she finally blurted.

An honest laugh erupted from his chest, seeing he was twisting her into a ball of crazy. “This is good training for you, Miss Stines.”

“How?” she barked at him. Her brow squished together.

“Although you say you don’t want to live the life of luxury, I think you’re used to getting what you want.”
Her knuckles collided with her waist. “Are you calling me spoiled?”

“Are you?”

She took a quick step toward him and leaned over. Within an inch of his mouth, her voice slipped into a silky timbre. “No, SEAL, I’m not. You can keep your kisses. I don’t want—”

Execute. His hands palmed her cheeks and his mouth powered down on hers. Every ounce of blood rushed from his head to his heart. Her gorgeous body melted against his, submitting. Holy God in heaven!

He’d been right. Kissing this woman coiled his lust tight.

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Natasza grew up on the beautiful West Coast of British Columbia with the Pacific Ocean on her western doorstep, and thousands of acres of forest on the other. After finishing school, her life took a drastic twist, and a lifelong working relationship with the marine industry began.

After a twenty-year hiatus from writing, the stories swirling in her mind began to swim hard to resurface, and she threw them a life ring. She juggles words during her days off, and then gets back down to business, working as an officer in the Coast Guard. Her life is a mix of creativity vs. black and white procedures. With a lifetime of working in the marine community, there’s plenty of stories to tell. It’s a different world, different language, unsung heroes and heroines aplenty, heated moments, and blissful silence when all is well. Reading and writing is the way she turns down the loud hum that work causes, and after thirty years of humming, it’s time to vent.

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Then She Danced by Janice Godin

January 11, 2017 Spotlight 0

then-she-dancedGenre: Women’s Fiction / Contemporary romance

Everyone in Kathleen’s life thinks she’s crazy when she decides to spend her well-earned summer working in a tiny, dusty attic sorting through old church papers, but the peace and quiet of working alone is exactly what she wants.

She’s back home again and happy, or as happy as anyone who’s left behind a troubled past can be. She has amazing coworkers, a wonderful best friend, a supportive family, and not one single person in her life who knows what she’s been through. So, when Kathleen stumbles across an old French diary written by a battered wife, she connects with the story and Emilie.

Kathleen’s life changes when she meets Grant, a gorgeous local man with a past of his own. Their connection is undeniable, even for her, and proves that second chances are possible if she can just leave her past behind.



At first, she danced slowly, barely moving her feet over the earth and looking down as she went. Then she raised her head and looked towards the sun. Its heat felt amazing on her tear drenched face and the soft warm wind dried the wet streaks. She smiled and looked towards the singers.

Her mother sat there, drum in her hand, her eyes glued to Kathleen’s face. The women around her were singing loudly enough that her silent voice wasn’t missed. A small smile touched her lips and, for the first time in years, Kathleen found it easy to return. She nodded at her mother, then took the ends of her shawl in her hands and began to move.

She glided across the grass and around the other dancers, her feet skimming the earth and lifting high in intricate patterns that mimicked the movement of animals and birds. Her arms lifted high and swung low, trailing her shawl as she danced, completely free of restraint and fear. The world around her ceased to exist and only she and the sound of the music were real. The final weight lifted from her body and the lightness was freeing. She felt as though she could actually fly.

Song after song, she danced. Her mother and aunts joined her when they weren’t singing and, together, they laughed and spun around the field. Finally, a men’s song began and she retreated to the sidelines to catch her breath. Her mother stepped close and wrapped her arms around Kathleen’s body.

“You’re back,” she said simply. Kathleen leaned into her mother’s embrace and buried her hair in the familiar auburn hair.

“I’m back.”

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Janice Godin is a Newfoundland born and raised Author who finds inspiration for her writing in the land, the people, and the history of her island. Her first novel, Then She Danced, is a women’s fiction / contemporary romance that is getting excellent reviews.

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Mobster’s Girl by Amy Rachiele

January 10, 2017 Spotlight 0

51obisbutzlGenre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Mobster’s Series Book 1
Gripping my chest is the only way to hold myself together or what’s left of me will fall out. The past week has enlightened me on one thing-I don’t care.
Megan, Mobster’s Girl

I didn’t even hesitate. I took two strides and blasted him in the face with my fist. He was ready for it this time-unlike in church. He tried to hit me back but I ducked and smashed him again.
Antonio, Mobster’s Girl

You can’t help what family you’re born into or what lies they keep from you. You can’t help it if they mold and shape you just the way they wanted. Are monsters born or made?

Antonio and Megan have a timeless issue. They were told to stay away from each other. They try, they really do. But they are drawn to each other.

Antonio is eighteen and the up and coming mob boss of Palmetto, New Jersey. Megan is a girl uprooted from the grassy plains of Ireland at the age of five. Now she’s seventeen and faced with horrors she never thought existed.

Get caught up in an Italian Mafia Romance Novel!


As I turn the corner into the office doorway, I’m taken aback. My father is standing there.

“Hi, Meg,” my father returns quietly.

“Uh, hi, Dad. What are you doing here?” In all the years I’ve been in school, I can’t remember my father ever coming to the school. I had a music recital in which I played the harp in middle school, and he didn’t even come to that.

“I signed you out.” I pause while he continues. “I have somewhere I want to take you.”

“Uh, okay.” The secretary waves to me from her desk and I say goodbye. Dad and I walk to the minivan and get in silently.

Weird. That’s the only word to describe this moment. We drive for about ten minutes, still in complete silence.

“Where are we going?” I question.

“You’ll see.”

“Is it a surprise?”

“You’ll see when we get there,” Dad says stoically.

I want to ask more questions, but my father’s demeanor is actually starting to frighten me.

“Did Antonio give you that necklace?” he asks, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Yes.” I immediately touch it and smile.

“Are you going out again?” His voice never changing.

“Yes, we’re going to the movies. Why?”

My dad doesn’t reply; he just keeps driving.

After a while we drive into a neighborhood with small houses and tiny front lawns. It’s the middle of the afternoon, so there isn’t anyone around, most likely because kids are at school and parents are at work. My dad parks in front of someone’s house. I have no clue whose house it is, or even where we are.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“Megan…” My father’s is on the steering wheel. “This is for your own good. Get out.”

My heart is racing with worry and a lot of fear. What is this all about? I slowly open my door. My father comes around the van to stand next to me. He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me down the sidewalk. He’s not rough, but he’s not gentle either.

“What are we doing, Dad?”

“Quiet,” he warns.

I can faintly hear yelling as we walk farther. Still clutching my wrist, my dad walks us over to a tree. The yelling is getting louder. My dad moves us slowly to the edge of some house. I still have no clue what we’re doing or whose house this is. Are we trespassing? One of the voices yelling is familiar. The tones are sharp and mean.

“I told you to never fuckin’ run from me!” I hear as my father pushes me a little to see around the corner of the house. He’s right behind me. Two men are standing and struggling in the backyard. The smaller man is in a headlock. He reaches behind him to try and grab his assailant. I put my hand on the house to steady myself. Bits of peeling paint crumble in my hand.

“Where’s the money? I’m not asking again!”

Those words help me to understand the horror I’m witnessing. It’s Antonio! Within seconds, Antonio gives two kicks to the man’s kidneys. The guy yells and falls to the ground. Antonio reaches for the man’s left leg and, with a quick twist, snaps it. My body jolts and cringes with the break and snap. The man screams and so do I, but my scream is muffled by my father’s hand over my mouth. Hot tears burn my eyes as I watch Antonio’s face. It’s full of rage and hatred. It’s an expression that I can’t even imagine on the most infamous criminal—it’s heartless and cold. Tears continue to flood my eyes and roll down my face and slide down my father’s hands.

As the man is writhing on the ground, Antonio punches him twice in the face.“Shut the fuck up!” He rifles through the man’s pockets and finds a wad of cash.

I feel the scratch of vomit welling up in the back of my throat. My body convulses with panic.

Antonio kicks the guy hard in the leg he broke, shoves the money in his pocket. “Next time, if you run, I won’t be so fuckin’ nice.”

That’s it. I lose it. I wriggle to get away from my father and push off from the house. I vomit into the bushes. My father grabs my hand and starts tugging on it, motioning for me to run. But I can’t see through the tears, and I collapse with more dry heaves wracking my body. My father reaches down and stands me up, slinging my arm over his shoulder, and moves me toward the car. I’m so afraid that my body just doesn’t work. He handles me like a rag doll.

My father gruffly orders, “Keep moving, Megan.” Keep moving where? There is nowhere to go that can save me from this. The man I love dishes out merciless and unfeeling beatings. Oh God! The man I love. And I vomit all over the street.

I’ve heard of people blacking out when they witness something horrific. So that’s the only explanation that I can figure out when I wake up on my bed with a cold facecloth on my head. My throat stings from vomit and screaming. My face is achy and my legs are numb. My mother is sitting on a chair in my room, watching me.

“You knew, didn’t you?” I ask in a raspy voice.

She nods yes. Her face is blank except for her pursed lips. I take her expression to be righteous, and I lose it again.

“Get out of my room!” I scream. “I hate you!” I throw the facecloth at her. She stands; she’s acting all high and mighty. Shouldn’t a mother be sympathetic when her daughter learns her boyfriend is psychotic? “Get out!” I scream again.

“We were just doing what’s best for you,” she humphs as she leaves the room. The river of tears I cried comes back in shuddering waves. I can’t stop them. The pain is so intense, it’s like someone stabbed a knife through my sternum and into my heart.

I don’t know how long I cry, but a soft knock sounds on my door and a whisper says, “It’s Erin.”

The door opens quietly. Through my sobs I hear her gently pad in the room. She sits on the bed and rubs my back. I look over at her. There are tears in her eyes too. Exhaustion overtakes me, and I fall asleep.

Mobster’s Girl is available as an eBook, Print, and Audiobook. The eBook copy is FREE on all retailers. 
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Amy Rachiele is a Reader, Writer, Tea-er, Werewolf-lovin’, Sci-fi Junkie, who won’t survive the apocalypse… unless she has a tailor made Iron Man suit.

Amy is a widowed military spouse and brat who spent many years volunteering and on staff for the Army National Guard, and who has a propensity for writing about alpha-male mobsters. Her first self-published book is Mobster’s Girl and it made it to the amazon’s bestseller list for romance and family saga.

She devoted 10 years to teaching at-risk students at the secondary level and watching reruns of Star Trek. She holds a Master’s degree from Rhode Island College in English and Secondary Education. She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, BroadUniverse, Writer Unboxed and sits on the board for the Historical Writers of America. Besides writing, she enjoys scrapbooking, sewing, traveling, and pretending to know how to knit. Amy lives in Massachusetts with her son.

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Blood of Eden by JJ King

January 9, 2017 Spotlight 0

blood-of-edenGenre: Paranormal Romance

When Katherine LaFlamme is summoned home by her father, the Alpha of the North American wolf pack, she drops everything and answers the call. Despite her desire to experience the human world before she settles down, Katherine is fiercely loyal and, as her parent’s first born and the pack’s best tracker, she’s an essential part of the family.

There’s trouble at home; a hunter has invaded their territory and murdered several of their kind and a rogue wolf has been stalking the female members of the LaFlamme family. To make matters worse, a secondary claim to the Alphaship of North America has risen, setting the entire pack on edge.

Then Katherine meets a mysterious wolf named Quinn and things begin to get interesting… and very deadly. Katherine and Quinn are swept up in a puzzle of ancient rites, prophecies, and mythic lore which reveals that there’s more to both of them than first meets the eye.






Katherine leaned against the concrete wall and breathed deeply. Steam hissed from a metal grate by her feet, and the alley air dimmed with thick fog for a moment. As it cleared, she straightened, ran a delicate hand through her long red hair and rotated her neck muscles, relaxing her body as the bones cracked, releasing the tension that had been building for hours. She inhaled, closed her eyes and forced her body to unwind, releasing the pent up emotions that had slowly begun to overtake her sense of control and humanity. The night was dark, moonless and cloudless, the perfect night for a hunt.

She smiled, her teeth flashed white, as she pictured the two men she had just left waiting for her at the bar. Tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, both men were just her type of trouble, especially when they came as a twosome. She was supposed to be in the ladies washroom, touching up her face, but she’d needed the time for something much more important. She needed to regain an ounce of the control she’d desperately need to keep herself from letting go, giving herself up to the lure of the hunt, the need her kind had so long ago stopped letting control their lives. She was a huntress, a myth, one of the things that went bump in the night but wasn’t supposed to be real. She was a wolf, proud, strong, female and horny as hell.

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JJ King is a Candadian Author from the beautiful island of Newfoundland who writes paranormal and contemporary romance. The first book in her Guardians Series, Blood of Eden, has gotten rave reviews! Book 2, My Brother’s Keeper, is coming out November 20th.

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Grand Central Station by Marsha Casper Cook

January 7, 2017 Spotlight 0

grand-central-stationGenre: Romantic Comedy

A famous child psychologist, who has authored several bestselling books on raising children, discovers he doesn’t know as much as he thought he did when he meets a pediatrician and mother of three. Neither of them imagined how their lives would change when they shared a flight headed for Las Vegas for a medical convention. For Jack Winston and Victoria Feingold, whatever happens in Vegas doesn’t stay in Vegas. It follows them back to Chicago. Jack doesn’t want to fail, but he’s not sure he’s emotionally prepared to live with Victoria’s three children. Not to mention her mother, sister, dog, and needy ex-husband. Grand Central Station is a fast-paced ride and a lot of fun! If you like to laugh this is a story for you.





Breakfast was not a pretty picture at the Feingold house. There was always so much going on that it could be very difficult to concentrate. Victoria Feingold sometimes referred to her household as “Grand Central Station,” because people were coming and going at all hours of the day.

Despite the chaos, Victoria Feingold had a method to all the ongoing madness. She tried her best to ignore the noise, which was pretty easy for her because she was a pediatrician, and her office was loaded with crying kids all day long. Along with the crying came tantrums and vomiting. Her patients were scared, but she was a necessary evil for them; healthy children were her specialty. So when everyone in her house was a little off the wall, she just did what she had to do, ignoring all the commotion. That meant calling her service to see who needed her. If all was clear, she could sit down and have breakfast with her kids. If not, she was out the door, leaving her mother to handle everything.

Being both a doctor and a single mother of three was quite difficult. She always hated the word “breadwinner,” but that’s what she was. She brought home the bacon—not exactly a Jewish expression.

Not only did she have Allyson, Andrew, and Noah to raise, but she had an ex-husband who simply hadn’t grown up enough to handle responsibility. Her mother and her sister also lived with her. And, of course, what house was complete without a dog? Angus was not just any dog. He was a schnauzer with opinions, some of which he shared with humans. To Victoria, Angus was a confidant; she thought he was the only one who really understood her. Victoria and her ex, Michael, were the only two with whom Angus shared his love of the English language. Victoria acknowledged that if others found out, they might be inclined to call her insane.

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Marsha is a Chicago screenwriter, as well as an author and radio show personality on Blog Talk Radio. Her World Of Ink Network partner for the last five years is V.S.Grenier, author, editor and radio show host who lives in Utah. Marsha’s group discussions are about writing and publishing screenplays and books.

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Spotlight + Giveaway: Marked by Fate by Freya LeCrow

December 8, 2016 Spotlight 0

marked-by-fateGenre: Paranormal Romance
In book one of the Path to Destiny: Majesta never thought she would find the man of her dreams, let alone two of them. The thought of love at first sight seemed ludicrous to her. Then she fell into the arms of a man who swept her off her feet. The trouble with both men, they are not human. A simple book keeper finds herself in a middle of a book herself.

Five hundred years Maganusson has waited for his soul to return only to witness the human woman being swept away by another man. One that he knows to well. It isn’t going to be easy to get her back and keep her safe. He can’t lose her again, but he can’t think of her becoming like him.





“Let me go.”

“Oh no, you have no idea how long I have waited to have you. To taste your blood and bring you over to our way of life. I don’t care what you want at this point; I will not lose you again.”

“Why in God’s name would you want to drink my blood?”

“Oh my dear, you really are under too far. Should I let you see some of your life?”

Majesta didn’t say anything but the fog around her memories started to clear and she knew what he was and fear spiked in her. She didn’t want him to touch her let alone drink her blood. It all seemed to be fake and she knew she was safe at Magnusson’s penthouse. The truth was that her body was lying in a bed on the Isle of Mist. Majesta screamed and thrashed at him but he didn’t let her go. The world around her faded and she woke to find him leaning into her. She screamed for real this time and he could hear her voice echoing through the walls. Craven pulled away from her and smiled, blood stained his lips and she had a horrible feeling that he had bit her. When she looked at her wrist they were covered in blood. That is when she felt the magic build up again and lightning struck in the room.

“Dear God no,” she whispered and tried to get away from him again. The smell of burning flesh was rising in the room and she didn’t know how the hell lightning had struck.

“God is not going to help you. Not even Magnusson will save you from this.”

“Please stop, you’re taking me and I am not who you think I am.”

“I know who you are. Remember, I am the one who found you again.”

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Freya’s prolific writing career has spanned over 20 years. During that time, she has written numerous articles for and Bubblez, as well as novels in several different genres. She is also the author of several children’s books under a pen name. During her teen years, her writing accomplishments included being listed in the national Who’s Who in Poetry, as well as The Library of Congress. Her twelve years’ experience as a mother has allowed her to weave her children into her numerous stories. Her unyielding passion for writing flows onto the page and is evident in everything she writes. When Freya isn’t busy writing, she enjoys crafts, reading, and photography. Freya lives in West Virginia and enjoys spending time with her family and friends.

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Chasing Ava by Siera London

December 7, 2016 Spotlight 0

chasing-avaGenre: Contemporary Romance, Suspense

Ava Walters is a pediatric nurse who doesn’t do relationships. An abusive past has left her wounded, but determined to pursue her dream of becoming as a Navy Nurse. Ava is in the midst of rebuilding her life, when she is targeted by a sexual harasser who wields the power to destroy her dream before it sets sail.

Logan Masters, is an ambitious specialty surgeon whose past is riddled with betrayal. His trust in women is conditional- no secrets and no boundaries. When he comes to Ava’s rescue, there is no denying the spark of attraction. Things get complicated when Logan pursues Ava, rather than the arranged relationship that holds the key to his future.

After years of being alone Ava starts to believe that love is possible under Logan’s skillful touch. But Ava is harboring a secret she doesn’t want exposed. Determined to guard her heart, Ava soon discovers Logan is as focused on winning her heart as she is at shielding it.

When secrets and broken alliances threaten to torpedo both their futures, how will they learn to trust and chart a new course to lasting love?




The dashboard clock read ten forty three when Logan killed the engine in the driveway of Ava’s 1940’s style single story bungalow. The solar lamps outlining the stone walkway allowed him to see the manicured yellow and orange pansy gardens landscaped in the front yard. White azalea bushes were trimmed short along the front of the house and fern plants filled hanging baskets on the full-length porch. A tropical teak table and two coordinating chairs were to the right of the door. It felt warm and inviting. Logan delivered two thuds to the densely paneled door with the authority of a SWAT team leader. Panic raced through him at the thought of Ava not answering. Had Randall intercepted her en route to the ladies’ room? He infused more power into the blows landing on the door. Be here Ava.

When soft yellow light illuminated the covered porch the needle on his internal pressure gauge started the downward arc to safety. A feminine “Who is it?” came from the other side of the closed door.

“It’s me. Open the door.” He meant to sound more controlled than the equivalent of a male bark.

A moment of hesitation passed before he heard the distinct slide release of a chain lock. Ava’s sweetheart shaped face came into view. Relief replaced the tension that held him captive, the bunched muscles in his back slowly unfurled.

“What in God’s name are you doing at home?” No background noise came from inside the house, only the soft sounds of night creatures. She’d left him to sit in a quiet house? The shock of his being at her door glinted in her eyes, before it gave way to something more cautionary.

“Leave God out of this. And how do you know where I live?”

“Where you live, are you serious? You said you were going to the bathroom. I called Lina when you didn’t return,” he said, through clenched teeth. “I couldn’t find Randall. I thought … never mind what I thought. Why did you leave without me?”

“I’m sorry Logan.”

She took a step back allowing him a clear view of her and the small living area. The room was an open rectangle with a white stone wood-burning fireplace on the right wall. An over stuff couch with rolled arms and block feet was separated from the hearth by a burnished metal table with an oak base.

“I never meant for you to worry.”

Her voice pulled him back to the natural feminine beauty on display before him. From the bottom to the top he assessed the woman that had him running to her doorstep. He spied well-toned legs and the soft yellow boy shorts covering her curved hips through her half open robe. Petite bare feet peeked from behind the door. Her springy locks were still loose around her shoulders. His fingers tingled at the thought of running his fingers through the thick tresses. Delicious, that is what she is.

“You’re forgiven.” Now came the blockbuster question. “Why did you leave me, Ava?”

“I never thought you’d come looking for me.”

She angled her head towards his Lexus sedan to make a point, “but it wasn’t a good idea for you to drive me home.”

“Clever woman. Help me understand this. You’re apologizing for causing me to worry, but not for leaving me.” An unrepentant flicker danced in her eyes. She was gorgeous in her defiance.

“Why didn’t you come back to me?” He didn’t know why her response was important, but somehow he knew it was. She seemed to study him as if determining the best way to answer his question. He didn’t want some contrived response to soothe his bruised ego. He needed honesty from her. “The truth, Ava.”

“I was coming back to you, but on my way up to the ballroom, I thought it best that we leave things the way they are.”

What happened on the dance floor was more than a collegial response. He could tell she was choosing her words carefully now.
He smiled at her premeditated “ditch the doctor” retelling. She was trying to put space between them. She had felt the pull as strong as he did. He smiled then. “You are a clever one.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me clever. How old are you?”

The question took him by surprise. She was a master at deflecting the attention away from questions she didn’t want to answer. His age? He did not see that one coming. It took him a moment longer to respond.

At his silence she filled the void. “I’m sorry. It’s rude of me to ask. You don’t have to answer.”

There couldn’t be more than ten years between them. He wasn’t too old for her.

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Siera London, a former naval officer, is a writer of contemporary romance and women’s fiction. A native Floridian, her love of coastal towns and bustling cities shines through in her sassy and sexy storytelling. Currently she resides in the Washington, D.C. area with her husband and a color patch tabby that has free reign of the house. She is a member of Romance Writers of America.

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The Billionaire Bachelor’s Surprise Baby by Ella Jade (A Billionaire Romance)

July 5, 2016 Spotlight 0

Ella-Jade-3-1-188x300Can an unexpected baby and a quirky nanny tame a wild billionaire?

I knocked up a twenty year old waitress but in my defense I thought she was twenty-two. Seriously.

It was a sex-fueled fun three weeks with no strings until she got possessive of my time and my money. No one tells me where to be and when to be there and no one is entitled to my fortune. I broke things off and went about my privileged life. She resurfaces nine months later with a baby she claims is mine.

Can we say paternity test? She drops the kid off on my doorstep and leaves. Now I’m in over my head until a hot nanny shows up and all is taken care of. Including me…


Cocky fitness club owner Kyler Barton is having one hell of a ride. His business is booming and his social life couldn’t be better. From society girls to strippers he’s had them all and shows no sign of slowing down. Until… the mistake he thought he was done with nine months ago delivers a surprise package. His life changes in seconds when he’s left to care for a baby he has no idea what to do with.

Jenna Cranford can’t seem to find herself. At twenty-five she has no ambition to pursue a real career. When she shows up on Kyler’s doorstep hoping he’ll donate to a charity gala she’s organizing he mistakes her for his new nanny. Jenna adores kids so she gladly steps in. But for how long?

Kyler is overwhelmed with the responsibility of being an instant father. Can Jenna help him become the man he needs to be for his son? There’s an immediate attraction between the two. But when Jenna’s insecurities seep through and Kyler’s ex comes back for their baby, demanding they become a family, things get a whole lot more complicated.

***The book contains mature content.
***Not intended for readers under 18.

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