Friday, September 23, 2016

Promo and Book Giveaway: THE SHEIKH'S BABY SCANDAL by Carol Marinelli

1) Where did you gather inspiration for Zazinia?

I could just see it in my mind’s eye. I like desert settings and have written a few of them but each desert and palace appears differently to me. I wanted Zazinia to have an ancient and traditional feel, in contrast to the modern and glittering Dubai, where the book is also set.

2) How do you think the setting affects the story? 

The setting is vital. The Sheikh’s Baby Scandal takes place in London, Dubai and Zazinia. The location changes reveal more facets of both characters personalities. Kedah is a very rich playboy but all that has to change when he returns to Zazinia and he reveals a more formal side. Felicia is a very independent heroine. Instead of being taken out of her comfort zone in Zazinia, she comes into her stride. I really liked that about her.

3) Is anything in your new release based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

My imagination is so vivid that I sometimes feel as if it’s real life but no, it’s all imagination. I am sadly lacking in royal sheikhs 

4) How long on average does it take you to write a book?

It is very variable. I tend to work on two stories at the same time. Both are usually at different stages and I dip in and out of each. Near the end of writing a story though, I can only focus on one and so it gets my full attention then, until it’s complete. Generally, at that point, I get a new idea for a story and start to write it, while going back to the other story I left sitting. On average I think I work on a story for 3-4 months.

5) What is the biggest misconception about your genre?

That they’re all the same. It would make my job a whole lot easier if they were  The wonderful thing about the romance genre is that there is something for everyone to enjoy—from sweeter romances to very sexy. Mine are the latter.

6) Did you hide any secrets in your books?

No, I have heard some writers do but my muse is to disorganized for that.

7) Any tips to get through the dreaded writer’s block? 

 Everyone handles it differently and what works through one rough patch might not work for the next. Going for a walk certainly helps me. I forget to, of course, or I tell myself I’m too busy and too behind to justify taking a couple of hours to walk. But I should remember, because it helps me a lot. I listen to a podcast or some music and then for the last half hour or so I take out my headphones and start to think about my plot.

8) How do you relax?

By walking (as above), reading or writing. Sometimes writing can be stressful, but when the writing is flowing and I’m lost in the story it’s a very relaxing space to be in. I also love talking on the phone. I spend hours on it.

9) What is your favorite book and why?

Bryce Courtenay’s, April Fool’s Day. It is a true story about the life of his deceased son. There are so many life-lessons within it and it is beautifully written. The book touches on many issues and Bryce did not paint himself with a perfect brush. It is honest and sad, wonderful and warm and it still makes me cry.

10) What is your current end-of-summer read?

I am extremely behind with my reading and am just about to dive into my TBR pile. At the top is Sarah Morgan’s Sunset in Central Park and I can’t wait to get started!


Pregnant…by the playboy sheikh! 
Playboy sheikh Kedah of Zazinia has loved every minute he's spent earning his outrageous reputation! But about to claim the throne, and with a list of prospective brides being prepared, Kedah knows he must soon accept his royal duty… 
A scorching night with his poised assistant, Felicia Hamilton, seems the perfect distraction—and her cool beauty masks a desire Kedah is hungering to ignite! But even Kedah isn't prepared for the biggest scandal of all, when their one night together leaves Felicia pregnant with his baby!

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Thursday, September 22, 2016


Meet MK:
MK Meredith writes single title contemporary romance promising an emotional ride on heated sheets. She believes the best route to success is to never stop learning. Her lifelong love affair with peanut butter continues. Only two things come close in the battle for her affections: gorgeous heels and maybe Gerard Butler…or was it David Gandy? Who is she kidding? Her true loves are her husband and two children who have survived her SEA's (spontaneous explosions of affection) and live to tell the tale. The Meredith's live in the D.C. area with their two large fur babies...until the next adventure calls.
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He’ll play dirty to protect his assets—but falling for the competition was never the plan. International tycoon Drago De Luca has the world at his feet and he knows it. But back home in Italy, his beloved grandmother’s family inn is on the verge of closing down for good, thanks to hotshot American heiress, Chase Huntington, and her new hotel. Drago has to protect Nonna’s inn, even if it means getting close enough to Chase to convince her she needs to leave. But the more time he spends with Chase, the more he’s drawn to her passion, her love of his culture, and the way she looks in those Louis Vuitton heels. Chase Huntington would give anything to enjoy her time with charming, sexy-as-hell Drago in the style capital of the world, but she has to make sure the new Huntington hotel opens successfully. How else can she prove she’s not just fashionista with a fortune—she’s an heiress savvy enough to take over the family’s biggest hotel back in California? But somewhere between boutiques and business plans, she falls head over Louboutins for Drago. But when Drago’s true motive for spending so much time with her comes to light, it could destroy everything Chase built and everything she thought she found in Italy.
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“Come up with me.”

His fingers flexed in hers. “Up?”

“To my room.” If anything would ever convince her his nickname was true, it would be the look that flashed into his eyes: intense, possessive, and a little scary. She shivered as his gaze roamed over her face. He trailed his fingers up her arm and across the bare skin above her breasts. They lingered along the pulse at her neck, then he lowered his lips there.

“I thought you’d never ask.” His hot breath sent shivers down her spine. “I’m starving.”

In short time, Chase slammed her suite door closed, then grabbed the lapels of Drago’s shirt. On a heady giggle, she pressed her lips and her body against his. He was hot and hard and felt oh so right. Without warning, she found herself against the door.

He shoved his hands through her hair, grabbing her head in a firm grip that left her legs shaking beneath her. He angled his head, his lips hot and his tongue insistent.

She kissed him back, matching his intensity. She yanked up the hem of her dress, then wrapped her arms around his neck and circled his hips with her legs.

He pressed into her harder, and she moaned into his mouth. “Che figa.” His voice was deep and hoarse, sending her stomach into a slow, languorous roll.

“Kiss me harder.”

He yanked her back from the door, and walking with her wrapped around him, found his way to her bed. “My pleasure.”

“And mine. Thank God.” She grabbed at his tie, then followed with his buttons. All the while, he found the little hidden side zipper of her dress and pulled it down her body until the garment ended up on the floor at the foot of the bed. “I have a secret,” she whispered. He shoved his pants and briefs down past his knees, then kicked them off. “Tell me.”

She had to untie her tongue first. She’d seen beautiful men, but Drago had the finest architecture she’d ever come across. His shoulders were massive, and his wide chest met with thickly muscled abs. Her eyes trailed lower, and she found it hard to swallow. “Hard” being the operative word here. Sweet Jesus.

Licking her lips, she watched his body tighten further and whispered, “I’ve had plans for you since the day I saw you lounging against the streetlamp in front of the hotel.” Her confession released something wild in him.

His dark eyes narrowed and his fingers flexed, then he was covering her from head to toe. His weight was delicious, and his heat only increased her craving. “You were checking out my shoes.” He took her mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside, sucking on her lower lip. Holding his weight partially on one arm, he ran his other large hand the length of her torso, then up and over her stomach until he gently cupped her breast.

She had enough to fill his hand, and nothing had ever felt so damn good. Her fingers found their way through his hair, then down his cheeks to his sharp jaw. His stubble tickled the pads of her fingertips and set off her senses further. Everything burned. Her lungs, her skin, her need. She spread her legs, encouraging him to settle between them. She wanted to feel him against her. There.

He pressed kisses against her mouth, then over her jaw, and said in a harsh whisper, “You’ve had plans? My plans would scare you straight back to America.”

That got her attention. She loved a challenge. “Wanna bet, love?”

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Promo and Book Giveaway: CONARD COUNTY MARINE by Rachel Lee

1 ) Where did you gather inspiration for Conard City?

Conard County had been rolling around in the back of my mind for some time until it emerged as the setting for Exile’s End.  Before I knew it, I was setting a second book there (Cherokee Thunder).  Interestingly, my editor called as soon as she’d finished reading the first book and asked if there would be a second.  I told her I was already working on it, and that I thought of these as my Conard County books.  And there it was.

Nothing in particular inspired it.  The town itself, Conard City, is based on a conglomeration of small towns where I’ve lived.

2) How do you think the setting affects the story?

The setting has a huge effect on the story.  Given that it is limited to one county with a low population, I can’t do just any kind of story believably.  It constrains me in some ways, but those constraints can be useful creatively.  It also allows me to have continuing characters which both my readers and I enjoy.

3) Is anything in your new release based on real life experiences or purely all imagination?

That’s a very hard question to answer.  Some emotional realities are clearly part of my life experience.  Actual events, such as amnesia, are not.  It is part of my job as a writer to vividly imagine myself in someone else’s experience.  I need to be there, to imagine it until I feel it... and I’m sometimes quite surprised by what I discover or learn.  The thing is, no matter how vivid and true my imagination is (and many have written to tell me that they’re astonished that I understand so well) I never forget that however well-realized a character is, it will not be everyone’s experience.  We are all very different but in many ways all the same.  It’s an interesting conundrum that never fails to intrigue me.

4) How long on average does it take you to write a book?

That depends on the book and other demands on my time.  Some books are more difficult.  Sometimes life needs attending as it does for everyone.  I write seven days a week when I can, but I can’t always.  So I will not say how long it takes.  It takes however long it needs.

5) What is the biggest misconception about your genre?

That it’s pure fluff.  That it’s mind candy.  Or that it’s just an excuse for titillation.  Many of us romance authors deal with very real human problems and situations.  In fact, as I’ve said before, I think of my books as a novel with a romance.

To those who scorn the genre, I suggest you look at music.  How many songs are there about love?

6) Did you hide any secrets in your books?

Not that I’m aware of, unless my subconscious played a game on me.

7) Any tips to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Write.  Just write anything.  Two words often lead to ten, and ten into a paragraph.  It doesn’t have to be work on your book or story.  But write.  Soon the words will find you again.

8) How do you relax?

I am a great Cricket fan.  I especially love One Day Internationals and Twenty-20s.  But one of the things I enjoy is the huge international participation.  I have favorite teams all over the world, and favorite players, too.  Cricket has also brought me friends from around the world.  Merely mention a team or a player’s name and you can converse with people from almost anywhere.

9) What is your favorite book and why?

J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy.  Tolkien had the greatest story-telling voice I’ve ever read.  His words carry you along.  Dive in anywhere to read a passage and you may emerge hours later.  He’s hypnotic, his prose lyrical, and those books will simply sweep you away.

10) What is your current end-of-summer read? 

A stack of books is waiting for me.   I venture across many genres, and I read a lot of non-fiction for ideas and information.  My favorite romance authors are there, of course (I won’t name them for fear of overlooking someone I adore) and I finished the most recent Jack Reacher novel a few weeks ago.  At the moment I’m studying Practical Homicide Investigation.

Book Blurb:

The arrival of a single black rose signals danger to come for Kylie Brewer. Recovering from a brutal attack that claimed three years of her memory and her chance at a promising career, Kylie just wants to pick up the remaining fragments of her life. She returns to her hometown of Conard City to live with her sister but soon learns that putting the past in its place won't be easy.  

Marine sergeant Evan Cooper—a trusted family friend who agrees to help Kylie—can't ignore his protective instincts. Or the steadily growing desire he feels for a woman who has overcome so much. He vows to help keep Kylie's demons at bay…but someone else has plans to finish what they started.

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Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Promo: BEING ME by Tricia Copeland

Title: Being Me
Series: Being Me Volume 
Author: Tricia Copeland
Genre: Clean New Adult
Release Date: September 20, 2016
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”-The Great Gatsby
In attempt to manage her rage and shame after a violent assault, Amanda loses touch with reality. Her spiraling physical state forces her to act or die. To face her demons, she must revisit the emotions she ran from in the first place. Still unsure of what life she wants, but determined to pick up the pieces, she seeks out the right path. Can she mend broken bonds with her friends and family? Will her epic love survive? Find out in this roller coaster finale of the Being Me series.
Tricia Copeland grew up in Georgia and now lives in Colorado with her family and multiple four legged and finned friends. Her new adult Being Me series includes, Is This Me?, If I Could Fly, Thinking You Know Me, and the final installment, Being Me. Drops of Sunshine, released in July 2016, is her first young adult and paranormal book. If she’s not on a trail, you can find Tricia at or on your favorite social media.

Promo: THE FABULIST by Dawn L. Chiletz

Title: The Fabulist
Author: Dawn L. Chiletz
Genre: NA Romance Standalone
Release Date: September 20, 2016
Fabulist (fabyələst): a liar, especially a person who invents elaborate, dishonest stories
After losing her job and her apartment, Samantha Wittaker takes a leap of faith when she tries out for The Fabulist, a new reality TV show promising a prize well worth the risk. Her sexy, tough as nails personality attracts more than just the attention of the producers. She also catches the eye of a couple of contestants as well as a hot, challenging cameraman.
The twists and turns of reality TV are like nothing she ever even imagined.
Deception, danger, love and lust lurk at every turn. 
Sometimes people lie. They lie to save themselves or to cover a truth. 
They lie to protect feelings or to protect hearts. 
Not all lies are bad. Or are they?
Can Sam play the game or will the game play her?
“This is the first book I have read by this author and I’m officially declaring myself a huge fan…” ~The BookAddict Mom
“I really enjoyed The Fabulist. It was fast paced and drew me in. I loved all the aspects of the reality show. …. Ms Chiletz gives us a book about the inner workings of the mind.” ~The Indie Bookshelf
“I don't think I have read a book EVER quite like this, it is PURE genius!!!!” ~ABeautifulBookBlog
Excerpt from THE FABULIST by Dawn L. Chiletz

As I exit the room and make my way to the elevators, I notice Cocoa talking to Hogan. He’s smiling and nodding while her hands move about dramatically. She reaches out and touches his arm and he takes a step closer to her. I glare at them briefly before turning away, shaking my head. I hope he gets in trouble for making passes at the contestants.
I jump on the first elevator that arrives. It’s heading down. Dammit. Oh well. Better than having to stand there and watch the Cocoa and Hogan Show.
The doors reopen back on the dining floor and Hogan and Cocoa step inside. Fantastic. His hand is on the small of her back. I cringe, pursing my lips and moving to the back of the elevator.
“You said six, right?” he asks her.
“Yes, please. Thank you. My room is 625. You wouldn’t happen to know if that’s to the left or the right, would you?”
“I believe it’s to the left.”
“Good to know.”
Could she be any more obvious?
“Courtney, have you met Sam?” He motions to me and she shoots me daggers framed by a half-smile.
“No, I haven’t. Nice to meet you.”
I simply nod. This is the slowest elevator in the universe.
The doors open on six and she steps out. “See you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there,” he replies with a wink.
“If you’re looking for something to do, you know where to find me.” She blows him a kiss as the doors close.
I clear my throat and lean forward, pushing seven two additional times.
“In a hurry to get away from me?” he asks.
“You have no idea,” I respond, averting my eyes and wrinkling my nose.
“Did I do something to upset you?”
“Not at all. I don’t like elevators.” I need to up my lie game. It’s so weak. I decide to be straightforward. “I’m surprised you didn’t jump all over that.”
“Her,” I say, inclining my head at the door. “She was clearly giving you an invitation.”
He eyes me curiously, then smiles. “Nah. I have something better in mind.”
The door opens on seven, and he places his hand in the path to hold it for me. I move, eager to get away from him. As soon as I step out, he steps out behind me.
“Where are you going?” I ask, pausing to turn and face him.
“I thought we were going to bed. After everything that went down tonight, I think we deserve it, don’t you?”
“Excuse me?” I lurch forward and give him a push on his chest. He’s a little too close for comfort. His chest is hard as a rock. “Um, if you think you have a shot with me, you’re sadly mistaken. I don’t do man-whores. Even if you’d saved me from a burning building, I would never feel I owed you anything, much less sex.”
He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows curiously. “I see. You seem pretty set on that opinion.”
“I will not now or ever go to bed with you. I suggest you march back onto the elevator and see if you can catch up with Cocoa.” I air-walk my fingers toward the elevator and his lips clamp together.
“Cocoa?” He laughs.
“She’s more your type. And for the record, I didn’t need you flying over to my table with your superhero cape flapping behind you. I can take care of myself. I don’t need you or any man to fight my battles for me.”
He widens his stance and plants his feet firmly on the ground. His expression is filled with amusement. If he takes a single step toward me, I may knee him in the balls, show be damned.
“Noted. I guess you have me all figured out, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately, men rarely surprise me.”
He yawns and covers his mouth. “While I find this conversation extremely fascinating, albeit confusing, I have a very early morning tomorrow. I’m exhausted. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to my room, 712 to be exact, to get some rest.”
My eyes bulge. “Your room? I thought you were, well, I mean you said…”
He’s holding back a smile as he strolls to his room, two down from mine. He slides his card in the lock. Holding the door open, he turns back to me. “You have a little something in your teeth right here.” He motions to his bottom lip. “Goodnight, Samantha.”
The door closes behind him and I stand there for several seconds, trying to process what just happened. I am a monumental idiot on a divine scale. I touch my teeth as I slide the key card through the lock. Inside, I rush to the mirror, and sure enough, I have an herb of some kind between two lower teeth. I close my eyes and press my forehead into the wall. I pace the room and decide I’ll never be able to sleep if I don’t make things right. Why does this keep happening with him?
I slowly amble toward his room, then circle back to mine. I wander over to his door again and lift my hand to knock but shuffle away, biting my lip. I have no idea what to say. I never apologize, yet I’ve had to twice with him. I should just forget it and go to bed.
After a few seconds I realize I can’t let it go. I need to get this over with. I rush to the door and pound on it forcefully. He doesn’t answer. I hear no movement. Maybe he went to sleep. I take that as my cue to forget it and mosey my ass back to my room. As I’m about to swipe my key card, his door opens. His hair is wet; he’s attempting to dry it, and he’s wearing the hotel robe.
“Is there something you need?” he asks as he drapes the towel around his neck.
I sigh as I move slowly toward him. “I need to… apologize. I was way out of line.”
He squints. “I imagine you get hit on a lot.”
“Not really. I guess I’m just used to a certain type of guy. I suppose I need to work on not assuming the worst in everyone.”
He leans on the doorframe. “Do you need to talk? Do you want to come in?”
I wave a hand. “No, no, but thank you. I hope you can forgive me for being presumptuous. I promise it will never happen again.”
“There’s nothing to forgive. You’re a breath of fresh air. I’d take twenty unnecessary confrontations with you over one serious flirtation with a woman with less backbone.”
“Thank you for being so generous. Anyway, I promise you I will stop jumping to conclusions.”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t hold grudges and I wasn’t offended in the least. Just know that I take my job very seriously and would never cross an inappropriate line. I have goals here, just like the rest of you.”
I nod my head. “I totally get that. Well, goodnight then.”
“In the future will you please tell me immediately if I have something in my teeth? Don’t let me go on camera like that.”
“You got it.”
I smile and close the door behind me, leaning the back of my head against it. I will not cross that line ever again. He’s obviously way more professional than I give him credit for. I wish I could say the same for me. The whole time I was speaking to him, I kept wondering if he was naked under that robe and what it would feel like to have a body that hard pressed against mine. Why does he have to be so damn hot? I keep saying I need to avoid him, but the truth is, I’m drawn to him. I can’t help it.
Dawn L. Chiletz is the author of The Contest, Waiting to Lose, Enough, Can't You See, and The Fabulist. She currently resides in Illinois with her husband, two boys, and three dogs. In the summer of 2014, armed with a dream from the night before, she sat at her kitchen table while her boys played on their computers and began the first words of “The Contest.” She’s been writing and drinking large amounts of coffee ever since.