Christmas is where you find it Romance Giveaway & Book Fair!

Happy holidays to all.  I’ve teamed up with over thirty talented authors to bring you Christmas is where you find it Romance Giveaway and Book Fair!  Look no farther for great gifts for the book lover! Read on for the prizes you could win.

What could be better than a Christmas Romance All-Genres Giveaway December 1-25

You could win a Kindle Fire 7 • Ebook Prize Packs • Amazon Gift Cards & More!

Christmas is where you find it. You could be at home with loved ones, at a chance meetup with strangers, or basking on a tropical beach. But for 7 lucky winners of our giveaway and book fair, a bit of holidays will arrive in the form of a Kindle Fire, ebook prize pack, or Amazon gift card. Enter now for your chance to win!

While buying for others, don’t forget to treat yourself! Shop our Christmas Romance Book Fair for romance bargains. Plus, get your FREE exclusive download and enter a bonus giveaway!

(This giveaway is sponsored by the authors listed below)

Tena Stetler • R. Abbott • Amanda Uhl • Amy Knupp • Angel Lawson • Bethany Strobel • Cailin Briste • Christine Ashworth • Constance Phillips • D. Lieber • Danni Rose • Debbie White • Elizabeth Rose • Holly Cortelyou • Honey Phillips • Inge-Lise Goss • Jacki Delecki • Jan O’Hara • Jana Richards • Joan Reeves • Jordyn White • Katherine Gilbert • Laura Ashwood • Lucy Lakestone • Melissa McClone • Mona Sedrak • Naomi Bellina • Nicole Casey • PG Forte • Rose Pearson • Simone Leigh • Stacy Gold • Tena Stetler • Aileen Harkwood

Thanks for stopping by! Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter then shop the book fair.  You’ll be so glad you did!  Happy Holidays!!

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ROMANCE BY FIRELIGHT- GIVEAWAY!

IT DOESN’T GET MUCH BETTER THAN ROMANCE BY FIRELIGHT!

All-Genres Romance Giveaway

November 5-25 2018

Kindle Fire 7 • Ebook Prize Packs • Amazon Gift Cards

https://bookwrapt.com/romance-by-firelight-giveaway/

Whether staring up at the stars or lounging on a soft, furry rug in front of a hearth, nothing is more romantic than snuggle-time beside a roaring fire. Join us for a celebratory giveaway of the season. You could win a Kindle Fire, ebook prize pack, or Amazon gift card!

https://bookwrapt.com/romance-firelight-book-fair/

Enjoy every minute of fall’s romantic days and nights with our page full of discount ebooks. Over 40 titles, every one of them 2.99 or less, plus don’t miss out on the FREE Shortie Download and bonus giveaway!

(This giveaway is sponsored by the 44 talented authors listed below)

Tena Stetler •Amanda Uhl • Ashlee Price • Aubrey Wynne • Carrie Whitethorne • Constance Bretes • Crystal Dawn • Debbie White • Elizabeth Sa Fleur • Fiona Murphy • Gemma Snow • Holly Cortelyou • Honey Phillips • Jacqueline Diamond • Jacquie Biggar • JC Andrijeski • Jennifer Wilck • Jordyn White • Josie Riviera • Karyn Gerrard • Laura A. Barnes • Laura Ashwood • Leigh LaValle • Linda Mooney • Liz Durano • Lucy Lakestone • Maria Geraci • Marilyn Peake • Melissa Belle • Mona Sedrak • Nina Crespo • S.L. Sterling • Shaniel Watson • Simone Leigh • Soraya Naomi • Stacy Gold • Stephanie Queen • Suzanne Jenkins • Tabitha Barret •  Tracey Cramer-Kelly • Victoria Grant • Zoe Dawson • Zoey Gong • Aileen Harkwood

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Malevolent by Author S.Peters-Davis plus White Raven

Give a spooktacular welcome to S. Peters-Davis, author of Malevolent!

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cauldron. Take your choice of a bat wing Chocolate Chip or Pumpkin, or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and settle in for a little Halloween Flash Fiction entilted White Raven by S. Peters-Davis. Psst…Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post.
White Raven
By S. Peters-Davis
We met when I
was thirteen. The cool morning mist lifted off the water, my parents had
already launched to fish, and I was left tending the campsite. My book lay open
on the picnic table and I was totally absorbed in the paranormal romance of
shifters when a white bird the size of an eagle landed on the table in front of
me.
It studied me,
cocking its head side to side, stepping to the right then the left of me.
Watching it
watch me might have been unsettling to someone else, but I found comfort with
its interest in me. I studied it right back; a Raven, only white and a huge
size, with deep purple eyes and dark lashes. So, it wasn’t an albino.
“Where did you
come from? You’re amazing.” My words must have startled it because it stumbled
off the table, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I shot to the other side
where it lay unconscious. “You can’t die. I’m sure you’re one of a kind.” I
touched its soft feathered head. A tingle vibrated through my fingers and up my
arm. The bird shivered and its eyes opened. “Oh, my gosh, you’re alive.”
“And you, Lacey,
are nothing like I was told you’d be,” a masculine voice spoke inside my head.
I jumped back
landing on my backside. My heart beat erratic as I gasped for air. We stared at
each other. “You just spoke inside my head. You know my name.” I croaked the
words, still working to breathe. “What are you?”
* * *
Blaze glared at
me in the moonlight, his purple eyes glowed. “What are you doing? You’re
supposed to be practicing.” His straight white hair fluttered around his broad
shoulders, his lips pinched together. “You’re eighteen and should have full
access to your powers. Now is when you need to be trained.”
We stood on the
edge of a Picture Rock cliff, he expected me to jump, gain my wings and fly.
Only I’d never flown on my own, even though I could make feathers appear
randomly on my body, it wasn’t like launching myself into the abyss of Lake
Superior just to prove I can’t fly. He swore the full moon would give me
insight on what would happen if I jumped off the cliff, but I definitely wasn’t
feeling it.
“Come on, Lacey.
Your parents were strong flyers, both of them. You’ve spent too much time with
the human family and lost your instinct to the Avian way.” He stepped closer,
his palm rubbed across my shoulder blade, warming my insides and making me feel
safe. “It takes a nice dose of adrenaline to get those natural abilities firing
through your system.” He shoved me and I tripped off the ledge.
The moonlit
water was not my friend. I closed my eyes. The rocks below would kiss me dead.
My body jolted
as his talons slipped around my upper arms. I opened my eyes, his strong wings
worked to save us from the crashing waves and rocks.
He sighed.
“Enough for tonight, we’ll try something else tomorrow.” He flew toward the
forest.
Blaze had
introduced me to the Avian race of people on my sixteenth birthday. They told
me that I looked like my mother, who I’d never met. They also spoke of my
parents as royalty, which made me giggle. My parents had left me, a newborn, at
the campsite of a human couple. Perhaps to save me from the hunter that had
killed them. My human parents never shared I wasn’t biologically theirs.
My ventures with
Blaze and our people were in secret. The more I learned about our kind, the
more difficult it became to live in the human world. Especially knowing my
aging process had slowed, upon turning eighteen I aged one year for every one
hundred human years.
But perhaps part
of my draw to the changeling world was Blaze. He knew me like no other.
Blaze flew us
deep into the forest, where our people lived in a small village settlement far
off the beaten path, a place no human would ever consider living. He set me on
my feet outside his home then he changed into human form. He’d insisted as my
mentor and protector that I stayed with him.
“Maybe you
should change out of that tiny bathing suit.” His gaze wove a web of sparking
prickles from my chest to my toes and back again and then our gazes connected.
Those sparks on the outside of my skin scurried into my veins like a hyper-wave
of lava. He stepped closer, his head tilted toward me, breath brushing my lips.
I lifted my face
toward him, my heart spiraling, eyes closing.
He kissed my
forehead. “Go, change, sleep. We’ll start again tomorrow.”
My spiraling
heart dropped as if knocked-out with a punch. I opened my eyes and watched him
walk into the house, no need for lights with our excellent night vision.
My human mother
came to mind. She had worried about my deep teal colored eyes and the distance
I could see…miles away. I learned at ten years old to keep certain things to
myself after running through a ton of tests. Thankfully she kept me from
becoming a lab rat. I never shared my ultra-fine hearing or my ability to feel
the minutest vibrations of insects and small creatures.
Like now.
Vibrations and sound, snapping branches and twigs, I scanned into the forest at
my left.
A gun fired. I
saw the flame, fumes ripened the air. I sensed the vibration of the bullet as
it passed my shoulder and slammed into the side of Blaze’s home.
“Umph.” His
groan echoed in my head, then a thud loud enough to be his body.
My heart hummed,
blood pumping through my veins with force. I stretched tall, my body automated.
My bones and muscles snapped into a new place. I stared downward at talons
instead of toes.
Another shot
fired, again just missing me. My wingspan freaked me out momentarily, wider
than Blaze’s, and brindle in colored. I lifted effortlessly into the air,
soaring around tree branches, ascending then diving, hearing the ragged breath
of the hunter. He was reloading his firearm.
His look of
surprise told me he’d never heard my approach. I knocked him down, used my
talons to grab his gun and snap the night vision goggles from his face. The
Avians swarmed overhead, all sizes, ascending and lifting the unconscious
hunter. With flying stealth, they carried him away.
I flew back to
Blaze’s home; the door was open. My body morphed into human form as soon as I
landed. Arianna, the Avian medic, was already leaning over his prone body, her
glowing hands spread across his abdomen.
“How is he?” I
ran to his side. His eyes were closed. “Is he unconscious?”
She stared at me
with a look of awe. “You are the one.”
Not the response
I expected, nor a clue on what it meant.
Blaze shuddered,
his eyes opened. “Lacey?”
“I’m here. It
was a hunter. He’s been removed from the area. How are you feeling?” I brushed
a tendril of hair from his eyes. My fingers vibrated at the touch of his skin.
Arianna slid her
hands away and inspected the area. A bullet clinked on the wooden floor. “Looks
like you’re going to make it, my King.”
My King? I’d
never heard anyone call Blaze that before.
“A little rest
ought to finish the tissue healing.” Arianna rose from the floor, pocketing the
bullet, and reached out a hand. I did the same and we both helped Blaze to his
feet.
“What happened?”
His eyes narrowed, brows drawing inward.
“Your owling came
into her own. She protected first and foremost, like a true leader, my King.”
Arianna bowed her head toward Blaze, then to me, and said, “We’re honored by
your presence.”
I shook my head
in disbelief, not quite sure what she was talking about. Nor why she was
calling Blaze “my King.”
Blaze’s wide
smile took my breath away, and as his gaze connected with mine my brain stopped
considering anything else.
“You morphed?”
He pulled me in, wrapping his arms around me. I nodded. “You morphed,” he
whispered.
Arianna clicked
the door shut on her quick exit.
Blaze tilted my
chin up. “You have no idea how long we’ve waited; I’ve waited. Your timing is
perfect, my Queen.” He closed the gap between our lips, crushing mine to his in
a smolder of passion.
I held his face
between my palms, our chests pressed together and our heart rhythms matched as
one. 

 


Tell us a little about Malevolent – A Kendra Spark Novel –Book Two

Trafficked girls marked to lose their souls by a malevolent supernatural entity require someone with explicit abilities for their rescue. Will Kendra be able to save them?

Kendra Spark, suspense-mystery writer and communicator with the dead, signs on to the next FBI Special Task Force case, trafficked girls that are marked to lose their souls.
Jenna Powers, ghostified criminal analyst, sticks close to the case as she and Kendra are also marked by the same malevolent supernatural force.
Derek Knight, lead FBI Agent on this case, learns of the malevolent entity and the deeper paranormal realm of danger.
Kendra’s unfiltered feelings for Derek struggle to take a backseat, and as the menacing threat grows more intense, so does her passion for Derek.
Derek faces uncertainties he’s never dealt with in his past, like malicious entities and the loss of his heart to love. How can he protect Kendra against forces he can’t see?    
As boundless supernatural danger intertwines with the future reality of the trafficked teens, Kendra and Jenna realize only they can shoulder the rescue by calling in a voodoo priestess…
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Scribed      Indigo      Books2Read

About the Author:
S. Peters-Davis writes multi-genre stories, but loves penning a good page-turning suspense-thriller, especially when it’s a ghost story and a romance. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading, she’s hiking, RV’ing, fishing, playing with grandchildren, or enjoying time with her favorite muse (her husband) in Southwest Michigan.
She also writes YA paranormal, supernatural novels as DK Davis.

BWL Publishing Inc.: http://bookswelove.net/

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It was wonderful having you with us today.  Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Malevolent!

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Interview Maria Hammarblad Author of Flashback

Give a warm welcome to Maria Hammarblad, author of Flashback release August 1, 2018.

Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Maria and Flashback a military romance!

What inspired this particular story?

I don’t remember how I got the original idea to write Flashback, but there was a specific incident that had a lot of impact on the book. I lived in Florida at the time, and winters there can be really cold. It’s not cold on the thermometer, but the high humidity just chills you to the bone. I was on my way home, had stopped at the grocery store, and was driving out of the parking lot when I saw the man.

He didn’t look like all the other homeless people you see there. He was clean, had short hair, had shaved, and wore clean clothes. He stood by the wall, holding a sign saying he was a veteran. I stopped and gave him the cash I had. He thanked me, saying he was going to go get a cup of coffee to get out of the cold.

I was on my way home, my dog waited and needed to go out, and I didn’t even think about staying to chat with him. Afterwards I wondered who he really was, and what his story might have been. He might not have told me, but I wish I’d at least asked his name. I went back later in the evening to see if I could do something for him, but he wasn’t there anymore and I never saw him again. This is years ago, but I still wonder about him.

Anyway, it made me think about how hard it must be to be deployed somewhere and come back. The worlds must be so completely different. How do you readjust? Your family and friends might not get it at all. Of course, my imagination blew all these musings out of proportion and it ended up in Flashback.

What secret do you use to blast through writer’s block?

I need to be outdoors. When my characters stop talking to me, I’ve either been too stressed about real life, or spent too much time indoors. If I take a walk, go outside and look at a tree, or just sit on the back porch, the ideas usually start flowing again. I prefer to sit outdoors and write too. That’s not practical during all seasons and types of weather of course, but I accomplish much more when I’m outside.

Who is your favorite character of all of the books you’ve written and Why?

Parents shouldn’t have favorites, right? Haha! If you don’t tell the other characters, my favorite is Adam from the Embarkment 2577 series. Those are science fiction books, and he is an android. He struggles so hard with understanding both himself and the humans around him. He does well with it most of the time, but sometimes it goes spectacularly wrong.
 

Tell us a little about Flashback.
 
The thing about fighting evil? It keeps coming back.
As the sole survivor of a Taliban POW camp, Steve Petersen is damaged goods. He is convinced that he left his sanity within the horror-filled walls that held him captive for the better part of a year. His mind is trapped in moments of graphic, soul-crushing flashbacks, and his only solace is the momentary reprieve he gains from alcohol and drugs.
 
When he mysteriously wakes in a bright and cheery bedroom that belongs to a woman he barely remembers meeting, he knows he should leave. He should save the widow Anna from his own special brand of crazy. Leaving is not as easy as one would think, and he finds himself drawn into a world of real life problems such as folding laundry, and what to make for dinner.
 
This new way of life eases his need for drowning his pain in substances and offers moments of quiet healing – until Anna disappears. To save her, Steve must face the demons that have tortured him for so long and return to the place where it all began. Afghanistan.
 
 

A peek between the pages of Flashback:

Life outside could sure be exhausting. Anna went into the kitchen, and Steve rested his head back and closed his eyes. Listening to her hum a song, just a little out of tune as she loaded the coffee maker soothed his nerves.

A hard rattling sound made him open his eyes again.

Gunshots, and they were close.

Anna still sang, and she would be an easy target.

He ran through the apartment, making sure to stay away from the windows. Peeking around the corner, his beautiful fiancée was oblivious to the danger.

Women.

How did they survive?

He sprung out from his hiding place behind the wall, shoved her down on the floor, and threw himself over her. After all she did for him, protecting her with his own body was the least he could do.

Anna wheezed, clearly trying to draw a breath.

“Sssh, they’re coming.”

She lay on her back, and the question in her eyes was clear. Have you lost your mind? Of course he had, a long time ago. She should know.

When she opened her mouth, he covered it with his hand, so she couldn’t draw attention to them.

“Don’t you hear them? The shots?”

She shook her head and closed her fingers around his wrist, attempting to pull his hand away.

“I think we’re safe, but be very quiet.”

 

 
About the Author:
 
Maria Hammarblad is an author and bass player whose fascination with books started early. Before she could read or write, she made her mother staple papers together to resemble books. She drew suns in them and claimed they were “The Sun Book.” They were all about the sun.
 
The four-year-old also claimed her existence on Earth was a mistake, the result of a horrible mix-up, and that her real family would come to bring her home to her own planet at any time. This didn’t happen, but her fascination with books and other worlds stayed with her.
 
Besides novels, she also writes award-winning screenplays, enjoys photography, and works with animal rescue organizations.
 
 
 
 
 
 

It was wonderful having you with us today.  Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Flashback!

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