Cover Reveal ~ ‘Paper Dolls’ by Hanna Peach.

CR Banner

FINAL7

Paper Dolls by Hanna Peach
Genre: New Adult Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Romacdesigns
Release Date: April 24, 2016

Paper Dolls Ebook Cover


 

FINAL3

SYNOPSIS

My life comes down to this. Two faces. One choice.

Salem is my twin sister. She loved me. She protected me. She forgave me, even after I failed her. I just got her back after searching for three long, lonely years.

Then there’s Clay. Sweet yet intense and nursing a dark past of his own, he’s all the redemption I don’t deserve. He wants to open me up and know the insides of my soul. I want to let him, but I’m scared he’ll run from what he finds.

But I can’t have them both.

My name is Aria. And today, I must choose. One of the two people I love has to die.

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47


FINAL6

Available for PRE-ORDER 

~ B&N ~ Kobo ~ iBooks ~ Smashwords ~


Paper Dolls Teaser 1


FINAL10

Prologue

In moments like these, everything slowed. Salem always joked that it was life’s way of making sure you didn’t miss the turning points, the important bits. As if gravity sank heavier and heavier with the weight of the moment until the world was too heavy to turn and everyone held their breath.

It certainly felt like that now. My next action, my next word, would change all of our lives.
“Aria,” Clay’s deep voice reached my ears. “Whatever happens…I love you.” The usual assuredness and authority was gone. Instead, strain and hurt had crumpled up and shoved into his throat. Choose me. Save me. Love me.

Before him my life had felt like a stack of old movies; frames missing or out of order, muted crackling sound, flickering and shuttering away, unloved and unseen in an old unused cinema.

Then I found him. Or he found me.

He created a warm shield around me where I could be safe. He coaxed away all my layers and shed all my masks and his love soaked right into my skin, right into the very soul of me. He pulled out the fossil buried inside that had been my heart and breathed life into me.

How could I give up the man I loved? The one who loved me with a fierce and unwavering passion, the man who made me feel like I could defeat demons as long as he was by my side.

Winking in the threads of sunlight piercing through the solemn gray clouds, seed fluff twirled about me like swirling, dancing couples. Spinning around like Salem and I used to do in our backyard, hands clasped together tightly, turning round and round, eyes to the sky, our twin voices giggling and floating into the air like dandelions.
She had been my shield before Clay.

“I’m nothing without you, Aria,” Salem’s voice trembled, desperation leaking into the breaths between her words. Choose me. Need me. Love me.

How could I end her? I just got her back. For so long we shared almost everything, and she protected me. Her whole life had been about protecting me. Because she loved me that much.

How could I turn against her, toss her away like an old broken toy?
But I had to choose.

I could see us now, the three of us making a chain like when I was a kid, folding pieces of colored paper into rectangles, cutting out an arm, a leg, and half a head, and unfurling my new patterns in the light to reveal a line of paper dolls. Clay, Salem and I − we were all just paper dolls in a paper chain, me in the middle, each end pulling tighter and tighter until something had to tear.

Even now as I stare between Clay and Salem, trying to digest our impossible situation, Hope is still there, that terrible pixie, fluttering on my shoulder, whispering.

Maybe it doesn’t have to end this way?

Fuck you, Hope. Here’s the truth.

Nobody is coming.

No one will save us.

And someone isn’t going to make it out of this forest today.

“Choose,” my sister screamed. “It’s either him or me.”

My fingers tightened around my gun in a reflex. This was it. I either ended her. Or destroyed Clay.

I squeezed my eyelids shut for a moment, just for a moment of peace. Just for an instant I could shut out the inevitable, and in this blessed darkness I believed I could conceive a way that both could exist in my life. A way that I could choose Salem and Clay.

You can’t have both.

You tried.

You.

Can’t.

Have.

Both.

Choose now.

But how?

What do you do when someone puts a gun to your head? Clay’s words came back to me, echoing as loud in my mind as if he had just spoken them. You refuse to bend. You push back. You find another way. You take that gun off him and put it back in his face. But you do not give in.

Find another way…

I knew what I had to do. A kind of peace settled on my skin, as delicate as gossamer, as light as silk.

I opened my eyes to a world of bright light until my vision adjusted. The torn and pained faces of the two people I loved came into focus. The only two people I’ve shared air with while we slept, the same two people I’d crawl into Hell to be with, and the only two people I would die for. I forced the ghost of a smile forward.

And turned the gun on myself.


FINAL5

Giveaway Image

There is a giveaway for signed paperbacks, Amazon gift cards and a Coach wristlet

Enter here:  https://gleam.io/MJhQw/hanna-peach-paper-dolls-giveaway


FINAL1

Hanna Peach

Hanna Peach

Hanna is the bestselling author of the Bound romantic suspense series and the Dark Angel fantasy series. Although she writes in more than one genre she can’t write a book without weaving together a complicated plot and filling it with twists. She writes what she believes: good people can do bad things, ordinary people can do great things, and choose love above everything.

Eternally restless, Hanna has lived in Indonesia, Australia, Germany, Scotland, England, Croatia and Ireland – everything she owns fits into one suitcase. She’s planning her next move with her gorgeous (and understanding) partner right now. If not writing, she can be found wandering a dusty market in Marrakesh or trekking a mountain in Peru, often using her travels as settings in her novels.

To WIN a copy of her next release go to www.hannapeach.com/subscribe.


FINAL8

~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Website ~


Cover Reveal hosted by Give Me Books!


Advertisements

Book Review ~ ‘Blood and Bone’ by Tara Brown.

FINAL15

Blood and Bone by Tara Brown
Genres: Dark, Psychological, Suspense.
Publisher: Montlake Romance.
Release Date: 28th April 2015.

22814387


FINAL3

SYNOPSIS

Listen, listen to the wind and stone.
Listen, listen to the sounds of old.
Listen, listen as my hopes are drowned.
Listen, listen to the sounds that bullets make of blood and bones.
Where will you run today?
How will you ever get away?”

This is NOT a romance. This is a ride.

Blood and Bone

The hollow sound of a casing hitting the floor.
The clicking of heels walking in a misty alley.
The ability to tie a cherry stem with her tongue.
A haunting song no one else knows.
That’s all that’s left of Jane’s memories.

What would you do if the life you lived was a lie, and everyone knew but you?
Where do you run when there is no one on your side?
Jane discovers that deep inside her mind there is a map.
What she doesn’t know is that there is also a man who will do anything to get it.

But what he doesn’t know is that Jane hasn’t always been honest about the things she remembers.
There are paces inside of Jane that even she doesn’t like to go.

What would you do if the secret you kept was the only thing keeping you alive?

But keeping it meant someone else had to die.

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47


FINAL2

Book Review ~ ‘Blood and Bone’ by Tara Brown ~ 4 Stars!

Well, wow! This book is just mind-blowing, and in a really good way!

We follow the story of Jane, a young girl who has amnesia after a car accident. She has a loving boyfriend, Derek, and a cat called Binx, and she feels secure, even happy…sometimes. That is until she is mysteriously mistaken for another woman, Samantha Barnes, and so her ordinary life turns upside down.

It is so difficult to put into words just what an explosive story ‘Blood and Bone’ is. At the end of each chapter, you are left desperate for more, desperate to know what the truth is, and which people Jane can trust. I really loved her character, and her inner dialogue was perfect, giving us a really good insight into her troubled mind and just how disconcerting it is for her to find out that everything she thought was real was a lie.

‘Blood and Bone’ is one of those books that I can’t describe the storyline, or even the characters for, because it is something that you have to read and experience yourself. Not knowing who to trust, and which characters to fall for, it was a roller coaster ride and you are left guessing right up the very end.

Tara Brown has delivered a solid psychological thriller, with so many great elements in the mix. There’s romance, danger, action and a strong psychological element, that has you unnerved just reading along with Jane and Sam’s thoughts.

I give ‘Blood and Bone’ a strong 4 stars. I couldn’t quite give it 5 stars because at the end, I was still slightly confused about just how everything fitted together. But this book has had me thinking about it for days after finishing it, which is the best sign of a good read that there is!

4 Stars!

*Review copy was kindly provided by the publisher through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review*


FINAL6

Pre-Order Available

~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~


FINAL8

Tara Brown

 ~ Goodreads ~ Twitter ~ Website ~


New Release + Book Review ~ ‘Things Lost In The Fire’ by Katie Jennings.

FINAL15

23556600

Things Lost In The Fire by Katie Jennings
Genre: Romance, Adult, Suspense
Release Date: 5th December 2014.

Things Lost in the Fire

~*~

FINAL3

SYNOPSIS

Sadie McRae grew up in the Hollywood Hills, the only daughter of two rock ‘n’ roll legends. When a violent assault on her life ends in a torrid scandal, fifteen-year-old Sadie escapes to the quiet forests of Lake Tahoe.

Unable to resist the music in her blood, she returns to Los Angeles years later and sings under an alias. When her secret is unintentionally exposed by an old friend, journalist-turned-paparazzi Brody Odell, he’ll do anything to make it up to her, including uncovering the truth about the attack from eleven years earlier.

Stardom beckons and the chance at love is within her grasp, but the horrors of her past threaten to tear everything apart. As Sadie fights for the life she deserves, a dangerous stalker begins his game, determined to bring it all to an end.

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

FINAL2

Book Review ~ ‘Things Lost In The Fire’ by Katie Jennings ~ 5 Stars!

Once again Katie Jennings has blown me away with her incredible talent at creating characters, stories and a world which is so easy to jump into. Seriously, is there anything this woman can’t do? Nope, didn’t think so.

Katie Jennings has a knack at developing the heroes of her stories in a way that makes us understand them and in turn fall head over heels for them. Sexy paparazzi Brody is no exception, and I loved feeling out his true character as the story went on, and him coming to terms with his past and discovering that there are things worth fighting for. Bad-boy and trodden-down yet protective of those he cares about, Brody is one of those characters that you root for from the beginning.

Sadie was the perfect match for her childhood friend, and I really loved the glimpses we were given into their friendship from their teenage years. It was heartening to see how he kept her secrets for her, despite knowing that he could make a lot of money giving them away. They were the perfect pair, and Sadie brought out the romantic in Brody, whilst Brody brought out the fun-loving side in Sadie.

The suspense storyline was entwined brilliantly throughout, and I loved how the prologue set up the whole novel, with this key question of who saved Sadie’s life. The family politics involved was really exciting to read, and on more than one occasion I was honestly cursing Sadie’s mother for being so spoilt. The dynamic between her and Sadie is one of the things that made this book such a winner, and I liked seeing how their relationship developed throughout the story.

Katie Jennings excels at writing meaningful stories that really look deep within the relationships that her characters have with each other. Her talent at adding humour, romance and suspense to her stories makes every one of her books an incredible read.

5 Stars!

~*~

FINAL6

~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~

~*~

FINAL8

556444_337471146346608_1984064002_n

Katie Jennings

~ Facebook ~ Goodreads ~ Twitter ~ Website ~

~*~

Book Blitz ~ ‘Versions’ by Megan Mitcham.

VersionsBlitzBanner1

FINAL14

Versions by Megan Mitcham
(Blacklist #1)
Publication date: December 1st 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

 Versions 2500

۞

FINAL3

SYNOPSIS

The truth doesn’t have versions. Or does it?

Rin Lee covered her childhood in dirt and danced on its grave. Only she pranced a little too hard and spent her young-adult life tiptoeing the straight and narrow. Things finally paid off in the form of a job with the Department of Defense, a home of her own, and a boyfriend muscled enough he put Zach Efron to shame. Until one text reveals a hideous truth that splinters her world.

Suddenly she can’t trust Nate or their surrogate family of friends. Can she possibly trust Luck—the man who mirrors her soul, scares her beyond the neat confines she’s erected around herself, and makes her scrutinize the versions she’s always been too angry to see?

Luck turned to the streets out of necessity, while Rin slapped on blinders and ignored those willing to help her. A stupid move for a sultry young woman. But the skills she learned in the rough and tumble underbelly of DC will serve his latest assignment well. Because people like them have the instinct to survive.

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

 ۞

Versions Teaser 1

 ۞

FINAL10

At the most swank eatery until le Diplomate a few blocks up, they passed an outcropping of glass framed in thick rustic metal and then turned right. Through the concrete entrance the hostess’s practiced hands ushered them across the stone floor to their waiting friends.

“Rin!” Jen squealed, hopping from her smooth wooden chair. “Get out. I freaking love your hair. And that dress. Oh my God, are those Choo’s?” The exuberant brunette fanned herself with Barcelona’s extensive drink menu.

The crowd around them didn’t skip a beat, caught in the din of their own merriment. This place did that and Rin was ready for some indulgence of her own.

“Perfect timing.” Zack’s green eyes shifted behind her, toward the kitchen.

Jen’s breath caught and she leaned to the side, peering around the outfit she’d just gushed over. “Forget your Choo’s and get a load of our waiter. Please be our waiter. Please be our waiter.”

“They’re called servers,” Gregory chimed with his charismatically crooked grin. He stood, leaned forward, and planted a big one square on Rin’s lips. She released Nate and wrapped Gregory in a fierce hug. “And these days they tend to sue when ogled too forcibly. So, no groping.” He winked and set her back next to Nate.

“Lawyers,” Rin mirrored her best friend’s lopsided grin. “Always spoil the fun.”

She and Nate laughed for the first time since the text, but none of their friends noticed. They all stared in unabashed awe at the person coming to take their order.

“I’m ready to pick a team and erect my flag in the dirt. This guy seals the deal. Gay all the way. Sorry, ladies, but this nugget of manliness has finally made a decision.” Gregory smoothed his hand over the cream cable-knit sweater that hid his leanly muscled physique.

“Erect your flag or your dick? In the ground or our server?” Jen asked. “I have zero qualms about calling him a server because I’d let him service me any day.”

“I prefer the latter.” Gregory sat wide-eyed.

“Something’s wrong with you two,” Zach announced.

“But I don’t see you looking away,” Nate noted. “And I hope y’all know what you want to drink. Jen and Greg, your prayers are answered in three, two…”

Rin couldn’t get over her friends’ reaction to this guy enough to turn and look for herself. She needed this camaraderie to ease the sting of loneliness, even though Nate’s beefy hand wrapped securely around her upper arm. The realization of the superficiality of their relationship—crazy text or not—raised the curtain and left her standing on stage in nothing but her sparkling personality.

“Evening, gentlemen. Ladies.” The silken honey of the unfamiliar voice coated her nakedness in a soothing balm. The waiter cleared his throat. The low rumble vibrated very near her ear. “What can I get you, miss?”

She canted her head in his direction. Surprise smacked her square in the face.  Smoldering bedroom eyes gazed into hers. The crystal blue orbs pierced through a strong brow and straight into her soul. Rin stepped back, stumbling over Nate’s feet. A thud sounded her landing against her boyfriend’s hard chest.

“Whoa, there,” the waiter said, maintaining an invisible grip on Rin that made it impossible to look away.

Blond hair only a shade darker than her own sat in disarray across his forehead, but was shorn close around his ears. The hint of a beard hugged the strongest jaw she’d ever seen. Lips the perfect shape and fullness for hours and hours of kissing would have softened the blow his appearance delivered, if he’d only smile.

“You startled me,” she said by way of explanation for her odd behavior.

“Wasn’t my intention.” He said the words, but his head ticked to the side and his eyes flared in a way that opposed them.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” Jen asked.

“Call me Luck,” the waiter said, holding Rin’s befuddled gaze.

Nate steadied her and shifted to place himself between her and the…her and Luck, but a massive party of suits poured in to their left. They crowded the walkway with banter and briefcases. The man screwing with her head—more than her shrink ever had—could have stepped to the side of the table toward Zach. Instead, he stepped forward, crowding her with his sharply muscled chest tucked neatly into a waiter’s white button down. Chiseled forearms and lightly sun-kissed skin shown at his rolled sleeves.

Whether someone shoved him or he took a dive she wasn’t sure, but his sinewy chest suddenly plastered her front. One arm wrapped around her waist, catching her in a subtle dip. His other shot out to the chair back to steady them. She swore she heard Gregory moan. Luck’s muscles in action did something sinful to her psyche.

“Jackass, I’m not into threesomes,” Nate blustered just behind her head. She’d see him, if she’d tear her gaze off Luck. But she couldn’t.

Luck lifted his heavy blue gaze from her for the first time and squared it on Nate. “Me neither.”

 

 ۞

FINAL6

~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~

۞

FINAL1

Megan_

Megan Mitcham

Megan was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor’s degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and worked for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.

In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And Oh Mercy, she was hooked!

Megan lives in Southern Arkansas where she pens sizzling suspense novels. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest & Goodreads!

 ۞

 FINAL8

~ Facebook ~ Goodreads ~ Twitter ~ Website ~

 ۞

ButtonXBT

Book Blitz organised by Xpresso Book Tours.

۞

Book Blast ~ ‘Little Doll’ by Melissa Jane.

Little Doll blog tour banner

FINAL14

Little Doll by Melissa Jane
(The Bittersweet Duet #1)
Genres: Thriller, Suspense

Little Doll cover

۞

FINAL3

Little Doll full cover

SYNOPSIS

Laila had already overcome many heartbreaking obstacles in her twenty-five years… but none compared to this. With her brother missing and no other family to speak of, Laila has no idea of the evil that shadows her every move. Now in the hands of a notorious cartel family, she quickly learns that trust and betrayal are a deadly mix.

Aiden had a plan. One that was operating smoothly until Laila surfaced in his father’s mansion. With time against him, he must work night and day to right the wrongs that threaten to expose his ultimate betrayal.

Juan and Aiden share many differences, but the one thing that threatens to tear their family apart is the one thing they want to claim as their own, no matter what the costs.

This series continues with Part Two: Crimson Desert (Bittersweet Duet)

WARNING: This book contains violence, and sexual themes. Intended for readers 18+

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

۞

Little Doll teaser5

۞

FINAL6

Little Doll 3d - stack

~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~ B&N ~

 ۞

Little Doll teaser4

۞

FINAL1

Melissa Jane Author

Melissa Jane

A recent bloomer in the writing world, Melissa Jane has delved into a complex world where light and dark clash in unforgivable ways. Romanticism takes on darker influences while malevolence attempts to interfere with courage. Jane knows no boundaries when it comes to discovering the endless personalities that exist within our world. No one is exempt from love, not even those condemned to a life of pain and betrayal where revenge is the only safe passage to true freedom.

۞

Little Doll teaser2a

۞

FINAL8

~ Facebook ~ Twitter ~

۞

Little Doll teaser1

۞

۞

Book Blitz ~ ‘Danger and Desire: Boxed Set’

DangerandDesireBlitzBanner

FINAL14

Danger and Desire Boxed Set
Publication date: September 15th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

DDCover

۞

 FINAL3

DD3DCover

SYNOPSIS

Danger and Desire: Ten Steamy Romantic Suspense Novels

Hold on tight for ten tales of intrigue and passion from New York Times Bestselling and award-winning authors. Men in uniform, sexy spies and pulse-pounding action fill over 650,000 words of this limited edition boxed set.

New York Times Bestseller Katie Reus – Sensual Surrender
RITA Award Winning Author Carolyn Crane – Against the Dark
USA Today Bestseller Pamela Clare – Skin Deep
New York Times Bestseller Dianna Love
Dee J. Adams – Against the Wall
USA Today Bestseller Norah Wilson
USA Today Bestseller VK Sykes – Lethal Confessions
Amber Lin
USA Today Bestseller Misty Evans
New York Times Bestseller Kaylea Cross

The individual novels cost over $35 in total and have more than 2,000 5-star reviews on Goodreads. This set is only available for one month, so grab your copy now!

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

۞

 FINAL10

Excerpt from Deadly Pursuit by Misty Evans

Taking two steps back, she pointed the gun at his chest. “Emilio Paloma-Londano, you are under arrest by the United States government for charges relating to the organization and running of the San Diego Mafia.” She took a deep breath and one more step back as she watched Emilio’s face transform from utter confusion to pure anger. “Drop to your stomach and put your hands behind your head.”

He stood stock still, effectively refusing to lie down on the ground, but all hell broke loose around them. FBI, DEA, and local police officers emerged from the nearby lifeguard house and descended from the boardwalk. Spotlights came on, illuminating Emilio, still standing, and Celina, who managed to return her dress straps to her shoulders while never moving the gun sight from Emilio’s heart. Their eyes locked on each other and though he didn’t move or say a word, Celina felt the intensity of his hatred penetrating every cell of her body.

Special Agent Quarters came up beside her and took the Glock from her grip while she watched two police officers force Emilio face down in the sand. Within seconds, his hands were cuffed and his rights read. She stood there shaking, teeth chattering, arms crossed over her very wet, cold breasts. The officers raised Emilio back to a standing position, and again the dark eyes she knew well snapped to hers. Again she saw the depth of his anger. And then he took her by surprise.

He ignored Quarters and spoke to someone behind Celina. “Give her my jacket so she can cover herself.”

As Celina watched Emilio be led away, a soft warmth fell over her shoulders and enveloped her. Instinctively she pulled it closer, stuffed her arms into the sleeves. It was not Emilio’s jacket, but a red Billabong sweatshirt.

She smiled as she turned to face Cooper. “Thank you,” she said, forgetting the past few months of fear and manipulation the moment she saw his face.

It was a beautiful face. Not in the pretty L.A. boy actor way. Those types of faces she saw all the time and they were fake. No, Cooper’s was a rugged beauty, deeply tanned and handsome. It was the controlled face of a man who lived with danger every day for several decades.

His gaze was as serious as always as he stared down at her. “You all right?”

“Better than fine.” Now that you’re here. Every time she stood next to the DEA agent, she felt like she’d just downed a triple mocha latte with whipped cream. Warm, buzzed, and ready for seconds. “How’d I do?”

He was silent for a moment, studying her. “You went off the rez and we need to talk about that, but…you did okay, kid.”

Celina’s smile faltered. Kid? Kid? “I’m not a kid, Cooper. I’m twenty-four years old.” She held his stern gaze. “I did better than okay and you know it. I just nailed Emilio Londano.”

Said out loud, those words seemed to vibrate in the air. The moon smiled down at her and she drew her first fearless breath in months. She felt a sudden hot rush in her veins, a tingling sensation shooting through every cell of her body.

Letting her head fall back on her shoulders, she let it come, this rush of accomplishment instead of fear. It roared through her.

Laughing up at the sky, she sang out, “I did it! I arrested the Lord of the Cartel World!” She took a few steps back, staring at the sky, and held out her arms. Twirling, she let her herself enjoy the sweet tingle of relief and success racing through her body.

۞

FINAL4

 Interview with Author V.K. Sykes.

What comes first, the plot or characters?

When I’m writing romantic suspense, I almost always begin with plot, but it quickly winds up being the characters who steal the show. Plot premise: A psychic vision shows a woman a murder through the killer’s eyes (she sees the victim but not the killer), and she sets out to “solve” the yet-to-happen crime in time to prevent it. Then I figure out what I need in the way of characters to serve the plot. What kind of woman would do that? What would motivate her to go that far? What kind of setting do I want? What kind of hero do I need to match her up with? And what if after I tempt her with the sexy hero, I reveal to the heroine that the would-be-victim is the hero’s ex-wife, planting a seed of doubt I her mind? What are the hero’s strengths and flaws and blind spots? How do they complement or contrast with the heroine’s? What makes her fall in love with him, and him with her? And so it goes until the plot takes a back seat as the characters come alive and start to steer the story.

By contrast, with the N.L. Wilson Dix Dodd cozy mysteries (jointly written with writing partner Heather Doherty), it’s all about character. Knowing Dix and her foibles as intimately as we do, hilarious plot ideas present themselves faster than we can write them.

When writing descriptions of your hero/ine, what feature do you start with? Eyes, hair

I like to pick a broad, general impression first. When the heroine first lays eyes on the hero, what is the thing that jumps out at her? Is he exceptionally tall? Does he have a physicality that radiates off him? Does the room feel smaller when he’s in it? Does she look beautiful, aloof and untouchable, but when she speaks, her voice is like sex on a stick, even when she’s brushing our hero off? I like to start with those broad stroke impressions, then work my way around to the more specific physical attributes. Although sometimes if they have a startling physical characteristic – his amazing eyes, her gorgeous hair – I definitely use that too.

What is the hardest part about writing for you?

The hardest part for me has always been developing usable ideas. In many ways, I’m not like most of the writers I know. I don’t have a boundless imagination. The ideas come slow and need lots of nurturing. I have also been my own worst enemy in that regard in the early part of my career. I always wanted to finish the complete story and polish it up the best I could before sharing it with anyone. I thought I was constitutionally incapable of constructive brainstorming, and instead protected and sheltered my tiny flame. But life’s too short for that! I’ve since learned to make use of the fabulous writer brains around me when I get stuck. I don’t always get the solution I’m looking for right off the bat, but I always get something out of it – maybe just a tiny nugget that leads to an eventual breakthrough. Sometimes, though, they knock it right out of the park. Love it when that happens!

Ebook or print? And why?

I will never get over my love of print books. I spent my childhood reading library books, and the smell of one can transport me right back there. But for practical purposes, digital is the way I roll now for most things. I have a few authors whose works I’ve collected in print, and will continue to collect, but I love my Kindle. I love being able to carry a whole library in my purse. I also love the price of digital books, the ease of reading while I eat, scalability of fonts so I can read without my glasses, etc.

Have you ever eaten a crayon?

Not to my knowledge. But I remember once grabbing a cup of what I thought was water off the dinner table and taking a big swig only to find it was vinegar. :::Shudder:::

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

I’ve evolved from a total pantser to a plotter. I don’t start a project now without a roadmap. It doesn’t have to be a meticulously detailed map. In fact, I think if it were too detailed, I would lose those opportunities for real magic to happen. But if I plot out the course roughly, I can have confidence that it’s going to work and I don’t waste as much time feeling my way. I still do flounder a bit between the high point’s I’ve identified—how do I get them from this key plot point to the next major one?—but it’s better than facing that where do I go now? feeling all the way through the book.

What makes you happy?

The older I get, the easier this is to do. I appreciate life more and take joy in small things, like rambling through woods and field with my dog, Chloe, or a rare quiet moment with my cat Ruckus, when she’s content to be held in my arms and purrs. Crawling into bed with fresh, line-dried sheets that carry that clean, outdoor smell. There’s no replicating that with smelly fabric softeners. A cold Rickards Red on a hot summer day, after I’ve mowed the lawn. Finishing a scene and knowing it rocks just as much as you hoped it would.

What are your favorite TV shows?

I skew toward crime dramas, but I like all sorts of shows. This list includes some shows that have long finished, and others that are more recent or current. The Wire, The Shield, Southland, Breaking Bad, Sons of Anarchy, Justified, Luther, True Detective, Hell on Wheels, Rectified, House of Cards, Six Feet Under, Supernatural, every show ever made by Joss Whedon but especially Firefly, American Horror Story, Hannibal, Game of Thrones, True Blood, Dexter, The Walking Dead, Veronica Mars, The Blacklist, Vikings, Orange is the New Black, Girls, Longmire, Call the Midwife…

By now you’re wondering where I find the time to write. LOL. I tend to save up episodes and binge watch. And alas, I am not up to date on many of these shows.

Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?

I write in multiple genres. My solo writing encompasses romantic suspense. paranormal romance and soon contemporary romance. With writing partner Heather Doherty, I write cozy mystery, YA paranormal, and even a new adultish dystopian romance. Some of those are published and others we’re still trying to find time to publish.

If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?

I would love to be able to heal people and creatures with just a touch. But I’d want to be able to do it without taking on the burden of their disease or pain. Except I’m thinking that probably wouldn’t fly, would it? Because we all know there’s a price for magic… Okay, I’d take on their pain as long it wouldn’t last very long. I’m a wimp!

What is a talent you wish you had, but don’t?

I would love to be able to sing. Much as I love music, I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have?

I would have a Griffin. Sort of a like a dragon, but smaller. Or at least mine would be smaller. And no flying in the house.

If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?

I think the most important apology I could give would be to my younger self. I don’t think anyone else could possibly have been a harsher judge. That painfully shy, painfully unsophisticated kid did not deserve the judgment I heaped on her.

Is there a writer you idolize? If so who?

I have always loved and admired Anne Stuart (aka Sister Krissie, the Impeccably Demure). I am an ardent fan of her writing (all genres), and you have to hand it to her, the way she’s survived and thrived in an industry that chewed up and spat out many an author over the decades she’s been writing. She’s always been able to see the lay of the land and reinvent herself. I had the privilege once of sitting in a on a no-holds-barred session with Anne where she talked about her publishing experience, warts and all. And that was back in the day when people didn’t talk very openly about that kind of thing. And I just admire her as an outstanding human.

۞

 FINAL6

~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon US ~

۞

FINAL5

Prize: Open Internationally

*$100 Amazon gift card*

~ A Rafflecopter Giveaway ~

۞

XpressoBannerTours

Book Blitz organised by Xpresso Book Tours.

۞

Release Day Event ~ ‘Every Time I Think of You’ by Tracey Garvis-Graves.

ETITOY - RD

FINAL13

We’re celebrating the release of Every Time I Think of You by best selling Author Tracey Garvis-Graves! Check out how Tracey came up with the idea for the book and take a peek at the excerpt below. Don’t forget to enter the giveaway!

Title: Every Time I Think of You
Author: Tracey Garvis-Graves
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Romantic Suspense

ETITOY

 ۞

FINAL3

SYNOPSIS

Thirty-year-old Daisy DiStefano has two people she holds dear: the grandmother who raised her, and her three-year-old son, Elliott. But when Daisy’s grandmother is killed in a seemingly random act of violence, Daisy must take steps to protect herself and her child.

Despite a thriving career in San Francisco, thirty-six-year-old Brooks McClain has returned home to spend what little time his mother has left before she succumbs to the deadly disease that is ravaging her. The seasoned investigative reporter has taken a position with the local newspaper and been on the job less than twenty-four hours when he’s summoned to cover the death of Pauline Thorpe.

Brooks is all business, but the more time he spends with Daisy DiStefano, the more invested he becomes; there’s something about a single mother, a defenseless child, and an unsolved crime that has stirred Brooks’s protective instincts like nothing ever has before.

And when the unthinkable happens, Brooks will do whatever it takes to clear the name of the woman he’s fallen for and the child he’ll protect at any cost.

Romantic and suspenseful, Every Time I Think of You shows how far two people will go to fight for the ones they love, and the life they’ve always imagined.

goodreads-badge-add-plus-d700d4d3e3c0b346066731ac07b7fe47

 ۞

Teaser 2 (2)

 ۞

FINAL6

~ Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon Canada ~ Amazon Australia  ~ Barnes & Noble ~ Apple ~ Kobo ~

 ۞

Teaser 1

 ۞

FINAL1234

An idea was born. 

One of the questions I’m often asked is, “How did you come up with the idea for this book?” My books are fairly plot-driven, and Every Time I Think of You was no different. I could see the opening scene in my head like a movie so I knew what the inciting incident – in other words, the event that would send the main characters’ lives in another direction – would be. But in this case, my opening scene was the result of not only plot, but also a character. I have wanted to write a book where the main character was a crime reporter for a while now. I tend to gravitate toward heroes who are regular guys, and I wanted to see what would happen when I put this particular hero into various situations (and a little hot water). What would he do? How would he react? What, exactly, was he made of?

However, if main character Brooks McClain was going to be a crime reporter, that meant I had to come up with a crime (which ultimately, I’d have to solve). I’ve never written a book with a mystery or suspense element before, but I wasn’t going to let a little thing like that get in the way of telling this story. I’ve said time and time again that I never want to be an author who writes the same book over and over, but with that motto comes challenges. I have to deal with the discomfort that comes from tackling something different than I’ve done before, and often this means learning new things.

I have a love/hate relationship with research. I keep telling myself I’m going to write a book that doesn’t require as much research, and then I write a book that requires extensive research. I should really start listening to myself! Some of the things I did in the name of research for Every Time I Think of You included taking a four-hour firearms safety course and learning how to load and shoot a gun, which was something I didn’t have any experience with.

I also studied ALS, also known as Lou Gehrig’s disease, by reading memoirs and poring over countless websites dedicated to the disease. Although the timing of the recent ALS ice bucket challenge is merely a coincidence, it makes me happy to know that this devastating illness is receiving such an outpouring of support from the general public.

I studied addiction, specifically methamphetamine addiction. What I learned was heart-wrenching, eye-opening, and often tragic. In total, I read six memoirs about addiction and read countless online articles. I watched a fascinating Frontline documentary from PBS about methamphetamine addiction and its effects on law enforcement and the community.

I reached out to a criminal defense attorney in California so that I could gain an understanding of that state’s legal processes, and I spent several hours in person and on the phone with my cousin Jack, who is a detective with the Des Moines Police Department. Jack was instrumental in explaining the outcomes of all the different scenarios I proposed (naturally, I named the detective character after him). I interviewed three different crime reporters (who all told me slightly different things), and one of them saved me from a potentially embarrassing gaffe. In Every Time I Think of You, I include an actual newspaper article written by Brooks McClain. Newspaper reporters use the Associated Press Stylebook to ensure that their articles are written correctly whereas The Chicago Manual of Style is the go-to guide for fiction writers. The crime reporter who proofed my article had me make a small tweak so that it was correct in form.

I spoke to a nurse, to make sure I got the details of Daisy’s DiStefano’s work schedule correct. There were less significant things I needed the answers to, such as what kind of jewelry a nurse would be permitted to wear to work and what floor she might work on if she were involved with a particular patient.

In addition to the factual research necessary to write this story, I also had to choose the path I’d take to solve the crime. I learned that there were a few different ways I could handle this: One, I could write the story in such a way that the reader would probably not know who committed the crime until the very end. Two, I could choose the slightly-less-suspenseful route and let the reader be privy to clues that would allow them to guess the identity of the perpetrator much earlier. That way, I could let the focus of the story rest on how the person would be brought to justice. I chose option two because I felt it would lend emotional resonance and depth to the story.

Now that I knew how I’d tell the story, I needed to concentrate on the characters. I usually have a pretty good outline in place before I sit down to start writing. This method doesn’t work for everyone, but for me it helps to have a roadmap of sorts so that I don’t waste too much time writing myself into corners. This is not a spoiler because you know from the blurb that the book deals with the aftermath of the death of Daisy’s beloved grandmother. However, once I was about a fourth of the way through the first draft, I realized that the character I’d chosen to commit the crime didn’t actually do it.

I fought it for a while, but the more I got to know these characters, the more I realized my inner muse was right. This person couldn’t have done it.

Delete, delete, delete, delete. Sigh.

The real perpetrator had a motive, but it was subtle and at first I couldn’t see it. And the person who I’d originally intended to commit the crime was actually somewhat responsible. But it will be up to the reader to draw their own conclusions about what transpired that evening in Daisy’s grandmother’s apartment, because the opening chapter of the book is narrated by Daisy’s three-year-old son, who has a very limited ability to explain it. I actually first wrote this opening chapter from the point-of-view of Daisy’s grandmother, Pauline. It gave the book a much darker tone than I wanted so I scrapped it and decided to let Elliott take the reins.

There is also one final plot thread that I chose not to tie up with a big red ribbon. Initially I wrote a paragraph that would have explained why a certain character made the choice that he did, but then I realized it wasn’t necessary. Readers are smart and book discussions are extra fun when there’s a bit of speculation involved.

I’m not an especially fast or prolific writer, and that’s fine with me. Between the research and the actual writing time, this book took fourteen months to complete, and there were times I wanted to pull my hair out. I’d told my husband there were a couple of twists I was hoping to pull off, but wasn’t sure I knew how to accomplish them. I told several people that writing this book made my brain hurt (but one of the readers who received an advance copy told me she kept saying to herself as she read it, “This book is so smart!”). When I hear feedback like that, it tells me that everything I did in the name of Every Time I Think of You was worth it.

I hope you enjoy Brooks and Daisy’s story.

 ۞

FINAL10

 

I glanced at my watch. “I need to get going.” I stood and Daisy followed me toward the door. “Don’t hesitate to call the police for any reason. Pay close attention to your surroundings. Keep your door locked. Don’t ever open it without the chain on.” I paused, once again struck by how alone she seemed. Was anyone watching out for her? “Listen, I don’t mean for this to sound as sexist as it’s going to, but is there a guy around?”

Rarely did I ask such a personal question, especially when the answer was absolutely none of my business.

And I’ll admit to being more than just professionally curious as I waited for her answer.

“There was, but not anymore,” she said. “It’s just Elliott and me. We’ll be okay. When someone knocks, I look through the peephole. If I don’t recognize the person, I leave the chain on when I open the door. I also bought a gun.”

She said that last part with such nonchalance that it took me a second to process it.

“You what?” I probably said it with a little more force than I should have.

She looked taken aback. “Shane helped me pick it out.”

I was speechless. “I’m sorry, but you don’t—”

“Look like the type of person who would own a gun?”

It was hard to argue with that statement when it was exactly what I was going to say. “Yes.”

“I didn’t buy the gun because I wanted to. Frankly, I would rather not own one. They scare me,” she said. “But I bought one anyway because the thought of looking something evil right in the eye and knowing that I’m more than likely going to come out on the losing end of it terrifies me. The fear that I’ll be assaulted, or raped and left for dead, or worse yet, that someone will try to harm my child, is the reason I have this gun. That’s the type I am.”

I saw her then, really saw her. Five foot seven, maybe, but small-boned. She was wearing a fitted V-neck T-shirt that emphasized her slight build. I could see the prominent ridge of her collarbone and the deep hollow at the base of her throat that I suddenly couldn’t stop looking at. She’d be no match for anyone. If she wanted a gun, I was hardly in a position to tell her she couldn’t have one.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I was out of line. It’s really none of my business what you do.”

“It’s okay. Pam reacted the same way you did. But I’m doing everything I can to be a responsible gun owner. I’ve signed up for the safety class so I can learn how to handle the gun. How to shoot it. I’ll apply for the permit as soon as I have my certificate. I’ll go to the shooting range, and I’ll practice.”

Taking her to the shooting range was something I could do to help her. It would also give me a chance to spend time with her, which was something that was becoming more appealing by the minute. I could feel the boundary between witness and reporter starting to blur, but I really didn’t care. It had been a while since a woman had sparked my interest the way Daisy had. “You don’t have to justify anything to me. It sounds like you’re doing everything right,” I said. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything on the case.”

“I would really appreciate that.”

Elliott put down his coloring book and ambled across the room.

Daisy lifted him into her arms. “You look tired, buddy. Are you ready for your nap?”

“I’m not tired,” Elliott said, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, my mistake,” Daisy said, smiling at him. “I think we’ll try a nap anyway, just in case.” She looked at me. “Thanks for stopping by.”

“It was no problem. I’ll see you soon.”

As I stepped into the hallway she said, “Brooks?”

I turned around. “Yes?”

“Maybe I’m reading this wrong, but you seem to genuinely care about my safety, and I want you to know that I appreciate it. I need all the help I can get.”

I met her gaze and held it for a moment. “You aren’t reading it wrong at all. Take care, Daisy.”

She smiled and it illuminated her face, making every feature even prettier. She closed the door, and I made my way down the hall.

It was true that I cared about Daisy’s safety. Maybe Scott DiStefano had never abused or neglected Elliott, but Daisy’s decision to arm herself made me wonder what he’d done to her.

 ۞

FINAL5

ONE WINNER WILL RECEIVE (INT):

ONE signed copy of On the Island, Covet, and ETITOY. Also included, a $50 gift card to Barnes & Noble and Amazon. Also, the winner will receive an ARC of Tracey’s next work-in-progress, The Girl He Used to Know (an adult contemporary second-chance romance novel). And finally, Tracey will either use the winner’s name in The Girl He Used to Know (first name or last name only, or the actual real name if comfortable) OR the winner can suggest a name for a character.

**The restrictions to this are that it will not be the name of a main character. It will be a supporting or minor character. Also, this is a fictional character. It is not a character based on the winner.

~ A Rafflecopter Giveaway ~

۞

FINAL1

Tracey Garvis-Graves

 Tracey Garvis-Graves

Tracey Garvis Graves is a New York TimesWall Street Journal, and USA Todaybestselling author. Her debut novel, On the Island, spent 9 weeks on the New York Timesbestseller list, has been translated into twenty-seven languages, and is in development with MGM and Temple Hill Productions for a feature film. She is also the author ofUncharted, Covet, Every Time I Think of You, and Cherish. She is hard at work on her sixth book.

Tracey loves to interact with her readers and can be found on Facebook and Twitter.

  ۞

e3b30-wslogo

  ۞