Friday, January 17, 2020

Book Tour/Giveaway Spring at the Little Duck Pnd Cafe by Rosie Green




This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Rosie Green will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



Fleeing from a romance gone wrong, Ellie Farmer arrives in the pretty village of Sunnybrook, hoping for a brand new start that most definitely does not include love!



Following an unscheduled soak in the village duck pond, she meets Sylvia, who runs the Little Duck Pond Cafe. Renting the flat above the cafe seems like the answer to Ellie's prayers. It's only for six months, which will give her time to sort out her life, far away from cheating boyfriend Richard.



But is running away from your past ever really the answer?



Clashing with the mysterious and brooding Zak Chamberlain, an author with a bad case of writer's block, is definitely not what Ellie needs right now. And then there's Sylvia, who's clinging so hard to her past, she's in danger of losing the quaint but run-down cafe altogether.



Can Ellie find the answers she desperately needs in Sunnybrook? And will she be able to help save Sylvia's Little Duck Pond Cafe from closure?


Read an Excerpt


I have never climbed a tree in my life.

But I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

It’s a gaspingly cold mid-January morning with an ice-blue sky overhead – not exactly the ideal conditions in which to be lurking on the pavement outside a stranger’s house, nervously eyeing up the oak tree in their garden.

Camera gripped in my freezing hands, I stamp my feet and blow out misty breath as I psyche myself up to be bold. I’ve driven sixty miles from Newtown, where I live, to the pretty, chocolate-box village of Sunnybrook in Surrey – with the ultimate goal of climbing this very tree and taking photos of the view from up there.

The tree is almost exactly how I pictured it in my imagination – old and gnarled with broad, evenly-spaced branches. My eye homes in on one branch in particular. It reaches out to the left, a little over six feet from the ground; the perfect place to sit and gaze out over the village green and the duck pond. (As I knew it would be.)

Tears fill my eyes. But I’m smiling, too.

It’s all in a good cause.

Stop dithering and just do it!

When I push it open, the garden gate swings inwards without creaking and the windows remain blank. I drop my bag by the gate and head for the tree.

It’s amazing how fear can give you almost super-human powers. Under normal circumstances, I’d need someone to give me a bunk-up into this tree. But today, with adrenalin pumping through my system, I manage to swing myself up there with no problems at all . . .




About the Author:
Rosie has been scribbling stories ever since she was little.

Back then, they were rip-roaring adventure tales with a young heroine in perilous danger of falling off a cliff or being tied up by ‘the baddies’.

Thankfully, Rosie has moved on somewhat, and now much prefers to write romantic comedies that melt your heart and make you smile, with really not much perilous danger at all – unless you count the heroine losing her heart in love.

Spring at the Little Duck Pond Café is the first in Rosie’s brand new series of novellas centred around life in a village café. Each novella is a ‘stand-alone’ read.

You can connect with Rosie Green on Twitter: Rosie_Green1988




Amazon purchase link: https://amzn.to/2W8uXF7

NOTE: Book is free.  "Readers will be able to read the whole series on Kindle Unlimited"


Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Rosie-Green/e/B07CZYV7DW%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share



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Thursday, January 16, 2020

Blurb Blitz/Giveaway - Racing The Whirlwind by January Bain



This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. January Bain will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

Book three in the TETRAD Group series

Alysia has spent the last ten years avoiding relationships, but the night her life implodes, she meets Nick. Now all bets are off.

Haunted by her past, Alysia’s desperate for answers. She needs Nick and the group sworn to aid those unable to go to the law for help, because TETRAD will do what law enforcement cannot or will not—believe her when she says she knows who’s after her.

My name is Nick Wheeler and I’m with TETRAD, where I use my unusual skillset to best advantage. But what I didn’t expect is to become involved with a trauma nurse, or for it to become so deadly, with the stakes rising hour by hour.

I’m Alysia Rossini. One look at Nick Wheeler and I know he’s the one to help me forget the past. But is it fair to expose him to such danger? And will I live long enough for the chance to be with him?


Read an Excerpt



Creak.


What was that?


Alysia stopped in mid-twist, hand poised above the toilet tank handle, ready to flush. There. Another faint footpad. Someone was in the house, advancing down the hallway, step by cautious step. Not a nightmare, but real this time. Her mouth dry, her throat tightening, she tried to move. Why, oh why didn’t I kill him when I had the chance? Why did I resume CPR and save his evil ass? Because I swore to help others. It’s why I went into nursing in the first place. And I didn’t want to become like him. The idealistic thought hadn’t comforted her then and provided even less comfort now, because she had a terrible fear that if she had to do it all again, she might not come out the same person.


She couldn’t unfreeze her body—every cell, every muscle, every fiber of her being was paralyzed by fear. The memory of another time slithered in between one heartbeat and the next, squeezing the life out of her like the pythons that she’d feared most when visiting the reptile house as a child. It pulled her under, took over. Filled her conscious mind with excruciating torment while her body remained frozen in place, bricked and mortared by the powerful image. There. A closer squeak of protest from the old wooden floorboards. A whiff of odor she couldn’t identify. Move, damn it!


She broke free of the terror in a rush of self-preservation driven by a single gossamer strand of willpower. She picked up her cell phone sitting on the edge of the sink and lunged for the window, thrust up the lower pane with hands trembling to the point of not seeming under her control, and pushed one foot over the ledge to climb through the small space. Her heel caught on a sharp nail head protruding through the wood frame. She swallowed the hurt. Pulling her other foot up and over the sill, she jumped.


Dizzy from waves of night terrors flooding in with a vengeance, she padded across the icy asphalt shingles on bare feet. She forced herself to think, to remain in the moment. It would be too easy to succumb to her worst fear, to allow the past to sweep away all she had worked so hard to build. To just lie down and die, have it over with. The pain. The guilt. The sleepless nights.


Then the image of her father filled her brain, encouraging her to keep moving. Don’t let evil win, sweetheart. Suddenly he was right there with her, beckoning her forward in the night, an in corporeal image hovering between life and death. Between this world and the next, comforting and bittersweet, because in her heart she knew it wasn’t real. Instead he was lying in his grave by her mother’s side hundreds of miles away.


Fortified by the vision, she halted at the edge of the roof and looked downward. It was at least twenty feet to the blurry ground below. Why didn’t I put on my glasses? Or bring the Beretta from the nightstand? For the same reason she hadn’t switched on the bathroom light—it was the middle of the night and there was no need. And bright lights bothered her over-sensitive eyes. She’d only brought her phone in case of an emergency at work or with Kate. No hope for it now. She had to go over the edge. Maybe the two feet of heavy snow would break her fall? Or not. Better a broken limb than what waited inside.


There would be no quick end to her life—she knew that with dead certainty. The realization made her push down the panic threatening to grab her by the throat and paralyze her yet again. Why hadn’t she ended it all on the highway all those months ago? She shook her head. Too late for regrets. She knew it was him, back to finish the job. The last witness.


She eased her body down past the eaves and dangled in mid-air, her phone held precariously between her teeth. When her arms could no longer support her, her muscles trembling with the strain, she let go. She plunged into a snowbank, her skin shocked and freezing from the icy snow crystals enveloping her. So strong was the wind that it pressed the flimsy fabric of her nightdress tight against her bare skin and whipped long auburn strands of hair into her face.


About the Author:
January Bain has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high adventure, mysteries, and full blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life. The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.

If you are looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.

If you wish to connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves to talk books…




Blog: http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/january.bain

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6437282.January_Bain

Email: januarybain@xplornet.com


Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Racing-Whirlwind-Tetrad-Group-Book-ebook/dp/B0813SNBWC/ref=sr_1_1

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/racing-the-whirlwind-january-bain/1134755499



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Book Tour - Survival Can Be Deadly by Charlotte Stuart




Survival Can Be Deadly: A Cameron Chandler Mystery
Cozy Mystery
1st in Series
Publisher: Walrus Publishing (September 10, 2019)
An imprint of Amphorae Publishing Group
Paperback: 308 pages

Synopsis: When single mom and recent widow Cameron Chandler takes a much-needed job at Penny-wise Investigations, a detective agency conveniently located in a suburban shopping mall, she grabs the chance to reinvent herself. Her first case is to locate a runaway girl, something her predecessor had been pursuing before he disappeared. Following in his footsteps, the trail leads to a survivalist camp on a remote island in northern Puget Sound. Armed with only a Swiss Army Knife and her quirky on-the-job training as a suburban sleuth, Cameron uncovers more than she bargained for. She soon finds herself in a fight for her own survival in this lighthearted mystery set in Seattle and the San Juan Islands to the north.


Excerpt:
Cameron announces to her two children that she just got a job:
“I got a job.” I mouthed the words for Mara so as not to interrupt Jason’s concentration.
“Oh, Mom!” She rushed over and hugged me.
Jason couldn’t stand it. He hit the pause button and turned to us with a look of irritation mixed with curiosity. “Something happen?”
“I got a job.” This time I said it out loud. It felt good.
“That’s great.” He turned back to the television and pressed the play button. The commercial ended and Anderson Cooper appeared. Jason’s eleven and a news junkie. He reads the local newspaper every day, scans the online headlines for the New York Times, The Huffington Post, and Fox News—to get a balanced perspective—and faithfully watches the evening news, flipping from channel to channel. Mom is always telling me that this is unnatural for someone his age, but she never complains to him.
“Doing what?” he asked temporarily muting Anderson Cooper.
This was the moment I had been waiting for. With a calm, firm voice, I said, “As a detective.”
“A what?” Mara shook her head as though she hadn’t heard properly.
“A detective,” I repeated with a smile.
At long last I had Jason’s full attention as he turned to look at me. “What kind of detective?”
“How many kinds are there?”
“Well.…” He gave it some thought. “You can’t mean a real detective.”
“Why not?”
“Because … because … well, you’re not the type.”

Cameron’s first morning at a survivalist camp retreat:
It seemed as though I had barely closed my eyes when bells began ringing. “Everyone up,” an authoritative voice ordered. “Breakfast in fifteen minutes.”
All around me women were leaping out of beds. I forced myself upright and managed to touch the cold floor with my warm feet without swearing. I wasn’t surprised to see Dinah looking bright and eager. Groaning, I dragged myself up and pulled on my clothes. Then I dutifully followed the others to the back room where I splashed icy water over my face and brushed my teeth. By the time I went out back to dispose of the basin water I was almost awake. And getting to the outhouse was becoming a necessity.
I rushed down the boardwalk alongside a couple of other women, all surreptitiously jockeying to be the first to get there. The outhouse was a two-seater, but I still had to wait in line. And as I stood there staring at the wood structure with the traditional moon in the door, it occurred to me how strange it would be sitting right next to someone while going to the bathroom. No partition. No need to pass TP under the stall wall. Just two survivors sharing a toilet.
“No frills is right,” the young woman next to me commented as we simultaneously relieved ourselves. She yawned widely revealing startlingly white teeth with no visible fillings. I was impressed. As soon as she finished yawning, I yawned, revealing my own dental history.

About Charlotte Stuart

In a world filled with uncertainty and too little chocolate, Charlotte Stuart, PhD, has taught college courses in communication, gone commercial fishing in Alaska, and was the VP of HR and Training for a large credit union. Her current passion is for writing lighthearted mysteries with a pinch of adventure and a dollop of humor. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys watching herons, eagles, seals and other sea life from her Vashon Island home office.

Author Links
Website: www.charlottestuart.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/quirkymysteries
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/charlotte.stuart.mysterywriter

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19305587.Charlotte_Stuart
Purchase Links – AmazonB&NKoboIndieBound

 

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Book Review/Giveaway - Waiting For A Miracle by Jennifer Wilck





GENRE: Contemporary romance (holiday)

BLURB:

Benjamin Cohen, widowed father of six-year-old Jessie, is doing his best to hold it together through order and routine. The last thing he needs is his matchmaker mother to set him up with her next door neighbor, no matter how attractive she is.

Rachel Schaecter's dream of becoming a foster mother is right within her grasp, until her meddlesome neighbor tries to set her up with her handsome son. What's worse? He's the father of her favorite kindergarten student! She can't afford to let anything come between her and her dream, no matter how gorgeous he may be.

Can these two determined people trust in the miracle of Hanukkah to let love and light into their lives?





Excerpt:

When Jessie wanted to make Rachel a Hanukkah card, he’d thought it was a great idea.

“Daddy, you need to sign it, too.”

He’d paused. She’d written “love.” Maybe it was time to let her know he was interested if Rachel hadn’t gotten the hint from his kiss. But a kiss could be accidental. Was his an accident? He hadn’t thought about kissing her ahead of time. If anything, his thoughts were occupied with Rachel’s plans to foster a child, how her plans would change her life, and how those changes would affect his daughter. But desire overtook him, the kiss necessary and natural as breathing, at least to him. So what did it mean?

It meant he wanted to venture outside of the box he’d built for him and Jessie. He wanted to get to know Rachel better and see if she shared the same feelings. She loved kids. She was a great teacher and loved his daughter. Did she want to have children of her own someday? There were so many questions he needed to have answered. So he’d strategized how to get Rachel to fall for him. Throwing caution to the wind, for once in this new life of his, he’d gone ahead and signed his name.

He’d assumed she’d call, if only because his name was on it. Was he stupid? Presumptuous? He had no idea. But he wanted to convince Rachel she was wrong, that they could get to know each other outside of school, without worrying about consequences. He planned for the card to be an opening. She’d made it clear they couldn’t cross the line. He wanted her to see the line was negotiable.

He needed to make his message a little clearer. 


My Thoughts: Short but Loved it.  Bless her heart had it not been for sweet Jessie I don't think anything would have ever happened in this story! Oh and the meddling mom of Benjamin.

The characters were very relatable to and I enjoyed the relationships between them all. There really wasn't much romance but at least a fair amount of ground work was made. I mean seriously can't expect a whole lot of boot knocking in 75 pages.  Well I guess you could but that would totally be rushing things way to much.

I'm well satisfied with how this ended and would enjoy reading more from these characters.


*I was given a free copy in exchange for an honest review


AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Jennifer started telling herself stories as a little girl when she couldn’t fall asleep at night. Pretty soon, her head was filled with these stories and the characters that populated them. Even as an adult, she thinks about the characters and stories at night before she falls asleep or walking the dog. Eventually, she started writing them down. Her favorite stories to write are those with smart, sassy, independent heroines; handsome, strong and slightly vulnerable heroes; and her stories always end with happily ever after.



In the real world, she’s the mother of two amazing daughters and wife of one of the smartest men she knows. She believes humor is the only way to get through the day and does not believe in sharing her chocolate.


She writes contemporary romance, some of which are mainstream and some of which involve Jewish characters. She’s published with The Wild Rose Press and all her books are available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble.


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