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Friday, May 29, 2015

Where the Heart Left off by Richie Frieman Blog Tour



Synopsis

As teenagers, Albert Abraham and Ella Perlman spent countless nights cuddled under the stars in the Maryland countryside, planning their future. 

But on the day Albert asked Ella’s father for her hand in marriage, Albert vanished from her life without a word. Sixty years later, they meet by chance in a grocery store, and Ella is determined not to let Albert leave her sight again. 

Knowing Ella will ask why he left, Albert is unwilling to rekindle their relationship… 

Meanwhile, Albert’s grandson Geoffrey forms a bond with Ella’s granddaughter Madilyn, and the two conspire to reunite their elders. At eighty-two, however, Albert is reluctant to dig up intense memories. 

Worse yet, telling Ella the truth could destroy her, leaving her with even more questions than before.


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Widely considered a "Modern Day Renaissance Man", Richie Frieman is an award winning, bestselling author and illustrator. Where the Heart Left Off is his fifth published book, and his first romance novel. Frieman is known around the world for his inspirational children's series, Terple, and his manners/etiquette column and podcast, Modern Manners Guy, for Macmillan Publishing's Quick & Dirty Tips. He lives in Baltimore, Maryland, with his beautiful wife and their two amazing kids. For his extended bio, click here.

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Excerpt

Prologue

Summer 1950

I wish I could cradle you in my arms every morning, and live in that moment forever.

Albert had written those words in a letter to Ella a week before. But in just a few days everything had changed and all he had were memories to comfort him.

He struggled to climb off his motorcycle, clutching his side as pain lanced through him. He lowered his body in the shade of an old oak tree, alongside the perimeter of Ella’s parents’ property. The tree was secluded enough that no one could see them while they made love in the fields during hot summer evenings, but close enough they could still hear her parents yell for her to come in for dinner. They’d kissed for the first time beneath that tree and carved their initials into the trunk. He ran his hands through the soft, tall grass. This was their secret meeting place, and she’d sneak outside to find Albert waiting for her once her parents had gone to sleep. 

He leaned against the trunk of the tree, every breath a chore as he gingerly held his hand over his broken ribs. Despite the excruciating pain, he still managed a faint smile while gazing at her house thinking about their first time together. 

He would never see her again, or make love to her again, or sit under that tree again. He focused on Ella’s bedroom window. He thought about her, now fast asleep, never knowing their dreams would be forgotten by sunrise. Soon, Albert would be far away. Everything he promised her, everything they wished for together, was over.

He reached into his jacket, wincing in pain, and took out the letter he’d written to Ella earlier that day. Blood from his side had soaked through the bandages and his shirt and seeped onto the corner of the paper. 

The letter was a confession, but he knew it would never be enough. His one swollen eye made it difficult to read, and his hand, the fingers bruised and damaged, ached from what had happened earlier that day.

The beating. The warning. He wasn’t sure what was worse—the ache from his broken bones, or the throbbing of his shattered heart. His hand trembled and the paper shook. He owed it to her, an explanation—the truth.

He read it to himself for what seemed like the hundredth time, and once again wept uncontrollably on the paper. He balled it in his fists in frustration and rocked back and forth in the grass, focusing on an ant that scurried up the leg of his pants. The insect blurred in and out of his vision as he squeezed his eyes shut, his badly bruised shoulders rising and falling with every wracking sob. The pain of weeping made him grit his teeth in agony, clutching his broken body. 
He couldn’t understand why this happened. And nothing hurt more than knowing he was seen as an animal—a piece of trash meant to be thrown away.

Everything he and Ella had known for the past two years dissolved like the paper in his hands. Albert couldn’t look at her house anymore. He unfolded the letter and tried to read it again, but could only make it through the first two lines. 

Maybe they were right. And maybe it would be better if I left. 

Before getting back on his motorcycle he picked a yellow tulip and breathed in the delicate scent. Tulips were her favorite, and the soft yellow petals reminded him of the dress she’d worn on their first date. He took one last look at the house and slipped the flower and letter into his jacket pocket. 
In a few hours he would be cruising along the Delaware coast, rethinking his future. The only medicine was time, but Albert knew Ella would remain in his heart for the rest of his life. That was something time could never take away.


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Wash Me Away by Wendy Owens

WashMeAwayTour Wash Me Away by Wendy Owens Publication Date: April 27, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
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Synopsis: Monsters have a way of following you.
Immersed in a new world at boarding school, Addy Buckley learns she’s not the only one with secrets. While trying to navigate the minefield of painful lies that seem to be rattling around her family’s past, she meets soft on the eyes and heavy on the heart, Napoleon Blake. When faced with the darkness, Addy must decide to cling to her new life and friends or let the monster carry her away. The choice is hers, sink or swim.
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About Wendy Owens

Wendy Owens
Wendy Owens was born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. Her first novel flowed from her in only two weeks time. That moment was when she knew she had found her calling as an indie eBook author. Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead. Check out her New Adult Romance and Young Adult Fantasy books.
Excerpts from Wash Me Away

Excerpt #1

My heart leaps into my throat, and time has lost meaning. The entire car leans up on two wheels as it travels to the left, rather than straight ahead. My body presses into my father’s, and I wish more than anything I could hold myself away from him. He reaches for the door handle, but his efforts are futile, as the water has already risen to his window. We continue to move with the current, until it completely picks up the car. The metal tomb flips and turns onto the driver’s side door, snapping off the mirror. I don’t think. I struggle to unbuckle my seatbelt with one hand, the weight of my body pulling the strap taut, and crank down the passenger window with the other. Like a seamless and rehearsed dance, everything happens perfectly. The window is down, the buckle releases its grasp, and I grab on to the edge of the open window. Using the edge of the steering wheel, and my headrest, I push myself up and out the opening.
The car slows, but it’s still moving with the flow of the water, rocking from side to side as the muffled sounds of metal scraping against the earth fill the vessel. “Addy Mae,” he cries up after me. It’s a tone I’ve never heard from him, or at least I don’t recall. I look down at him; his eyes are wide with fear. I feel sorry for him, the need to help him overwhelming me.
I drop to my knees, readying myself to extend a hand. The car jerks unexpectedly, and I fall to my stomach, gripping the rim of the window for support. A cracking sound echoes from inside of the car. I look down to see a large rock has wedged itself firmly into the windshield, cracked glass splintering outward.
“Goddamn it, Addy, you better get me the hell out of here,” he shouts. There he is, I think. The father I know. My hand is halfway extended when I pause and pull it back. “What the—” The windshield gives way, and the shards rush inward with a gush of water. His expression, his words—they all disappear in an instant, beneath the murky, churning waters.

EXCERPT #2
“Do you ever feel like you don’t even know the people in your life?” I say from complete impulse.
Leo moves between me and the edge of the cliffside. “Are we talking family or friends?”
“Family, I suppose.”
He doesn’t answer me right away. He shifts his weight, even though there isn’t much of it to shift, from foot to foot. Finally, he lets out an exasperated breath.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m even talking about this, it really is nothing.” I take a couple steps back, waving my hands in the air. “I should probably just get back to class.”
"Life is a burden to me. Nothing gives me pleasure. I find only sadness in everything around me. It is very difficult because of the ways of those with whom I live, and probably always shall live, are as different from mine as moonlight is from sunlight.”
I looked down at my muddy shoes. If this is a movie quote, it is absolutely not from one I have ever seen. I can feel my throat tighten as I think about his statement.
Leo continues, “Napoleon Bonaparte said that at the age of seventeen. My father named me after him because he was a brilliant strategist. He understood the behaviors of men, and what kinds of actions would elicit what responses. As I learned about Napoleon, I came to realize we had more in common than just our names.”
“You’re a good general?” I snort a laugh through the snot.
“No, dork.” He smiles. “He couldn’t relate to his father, and, after being moved to France, he had trouble relating to his classmates as well. Burton is France.”
“I didn’t realize you hated it so much here.”
He shakes his head. “You don’t have to hate something to know it isn’t right.


EXCERPT #3

I smile at the sincerity in his voice. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for keeping the ghosts away. ”He’s no longer looking at me. Instead he watches our friends leap into the air, laughing and screaming as they chase the fluttering glow bugs.
I think about his words. That’s exactly what he has done for me … keep the ghosts away.
I lay down in the tall grass, my head tilted to the night sky, the moon full over our heads.
“Alrighty,” he says, filling the void next to me. “What are we doing?”
“Watching.”
“For?” he asks.
“God.”
His hand seeks mine through the blades of grass, our palms flat against one another’s. My heart starts to race. I’m listening to the song of the crickets mixed with our friend’s laughter, and in that moment I want nothing more than to crash into Leo and make the world stop turning. Instead, I settle for the moment, touching a friend’s hand, quietly keeping the ghosts at bay for one another.
“Do you think he’s there?” he asks.
“Who?” I forget what we’re talking about, distracted by his touch.
He doesn’t move his hand away. “God.”
I swallow. I’ve wondered that a lot, especially as a little girl, on those nights that Daddy would visit my room. “I don’t know,” I answer in barely a whisper.
“It’s a nice thought.”
“What is?”
“The whole heaven thing. That people are waiting for us,” he says.
“I guess.”
“What? You don’t believe in heaven?”
“I don’t know,” I say again honestly. “If that’s all real, it just seems hard to swallow.”
“What does?”
“Suffering,” I reply.
He’s quiet, and I wish I hadn’t rained on the moment. “Yeah, it is.”
 I want to tell him I hope there’s a heaven because he deserves to see his brother again. I want to tell him that I hope hell exists because people like my father deserve to go there. I want to tell him that through all the bull, I still have hope it’s all real and this being is out there, loving me with all the blemishes others have placed onto me. But instead I lay there, content with the touch of his hand.






"Broken Survivor" by Jennifer Labelle


Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: May 26th, 2015


Holly Hewitt is a survivor…

After witnessing her mother’s murder, Holly was returned to her abusive father. Resorting to drugs and alcohol, she ends up landing herself in foster care, where she is separated from her sister and utterly alone.

Zander Harrison is the light to her darkness…

Zander is young, athletic, and carefree, with the support of a loving family. But when Holly is placed in foster care with his brother’s in-laws, she turns his world upside down.

He’s driven to protect her, and to show her the past has made her strong, life is worth living, and love is worth fighting for. If only he can convince her to trust him and stop resisting their mutual attraction.

But sometimes even love isn’t enough to heal a shattered soul.

And all the hard work in the world can’t save…

A broken survivor.


AUTHOR BIO

Jennifer Labelle resides in Canada with her husband and three beautiful children. After her third child she became a stay at home mom. In her busy household Jennifer likes to spend her down time engrossed in the stories that she creates. She is an active reader of romance, mystery and anything paranormal. With an education in Addictions work she's decided to take a less stressful approach in life and hopes that you enjoy, as she shares some of her imagination with all of you.

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EXCERPT

On Monday she’d just got back from seeing her apartment and couldn’t wait to tell Zander about it. He was excited for her and promised to take her out that night to celebrate.

“So tell me about it,” he said.

“It’s great and I can’t believe it’s mine. I mean it’s been so long since I’ve felt like this.” She laughed. “I’m sorry I’m rambling here. I should be describing it to you.”

He smiled at her. They were close to their destination and she wanted to stall for a few minutes before they made it to her sisters so she could tell him all about it and told him so. He’d gotten the cab to pull over a few blocks away so that they could enjoy little alone time as she’d asked and began to walk.

“So then tell me about it.” He sat at the curb and gestured for her to join him.

“Well, the building was constructed two years ago, and the apartment is spacious and everything is new.  There’s a small hallway right at the entrance, the bathroom is on the right at the end of it, and the bedroom on the left side of that. Then there is the living room, and a little farther in I’ll have my very own eat-in kitchen.” She smiled brightly and then laughed again. “I won’t even have to buy curtains, it’s all included. I’m so excited; you’ll have to see it.”

“I will. Will I?” He smiled. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are when your face lights up like that? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so excited about anything before. I like it, and I’d be honored to see your apartment. Just tell me when and where, and I’ll be there.” His fingers brushed the side of her face as she looked away and blushed. “Look at me.”

She smiled, then exhaled as she looked into those deep brown eyes again. “Beautiful,” he whispered and then drew her in closer for a kiss.

“No,” she whispered, interrupting him just before his lips were about join hers. She could feel his breath against her, and she chuckled at his expression.

“No, I can’t kiss you again?” He leaned back to look at her and raised a brow as if in disbelief.

“You asked if anyone has ever called me beautiful, and the answer is no. Yes to the kiss.”

“Then remind me to tell you as much as possible.” He leaned toward her again, closing the distance between them to give her a peck. He kissed her forehead and then her nose, moving from cheek to cheek before reaching her chin. “You’re beautiful, Holly.”

So close together, their breath mixed and noses brushed together until she slanted her head for better access. “Zander,” she whispered. Lifting her hand from her lap, she boldly placed it on his shoulder and then continued to trail lower to feel his muscular chest and abs. She bunched his shirt in her hand and pulled him the rest of the way. “I love the compliment, but please shut up and kiss me already.”

“My pleasu—” She cut him off by taking measures in her own hands, wanting less talking and more of him.  She coaxed his lips open with her tongue, sliding it against his as their wet warmth combined. Their tongues worked in synchronization and their mouths molded to welcome the building inferno they both held inside, waiting for just the right moment to be unleashed. Her chest rose and fell rapidly when they separated, and she needed a minute to focus.

“Wow!”



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Thursday, May 28, 2015

The Chronicles of Izzy by Michelle Graves Box Set Tour

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The Chronicles of Izzy Boxed Set by Michelle Graves The Chronicles of Izzy Genres: Boxed Set, Urban Fantasy
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I lived an ordinary life. Perhaps it was life of loss, maybe even a lonely life, but ordinary all the same. Never in a million years could I have predicted the events that would unfold after that fateful delivery. Some Seer I was.
But that doesn't matter any more, that life, the one I'd thought was my reality, was nothing more than a weakly constructed facade. The lines between reality and fiction have blurred, leaving me with nothing but the cold hard facts. The world is vastly different than I ever understood. Guardians and Seers are real, and I have the power within me to tip the balance in a war between good and evil that had been brewing since the beginning of time. The fight was coming to a head and the outcome hinged entirely upon me. I have to make an impossible choice. Would I step into my role as a Seer and face the growing Darkness head on, or would I cower and let everyone I loved suffer and die? The Darkness will rise and the Prophecy remains, the Seer must Fall. So Fall I will. Friendships, love, and sacrifice will all play out transforming Izzy into the Seer of prophecy. Find out what happens in The Chronicles of Izzy. 10350985_387354061422804_4299873803369734253_n
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Michelle Graves is a self-proclaimed nomad, moving every two to three years with her husband the Army man, her beautiful daughter, and a fat tailless cat named Torri. When she is not writing away trying to purge her mind of yapping characters she can be found entertaining her daughter, attempting to craft (whilst trying not to injure herself with the glue gun), baking yummy treats, or reading. She admits to having a restless spirit and forces her family to go out on adventures whenever possible. They lovingly play along.

See How She Runs Excerpt

I dreamt of rolling green hills.  I found myself standing on the precipice of a cliff staring down into a raging ocean.  The waves beat ruthlessly against the cliffs and I wondered what it must be like to try and swim against such a force. The sound of my name being called pulled me from my reverie.
“Mom?" I asked, wondering if this was just a dream or if she were really there.
“Baby, I won’t be back again. I want you to know how much I love you. But it is my time. I feel myself fading. I just couldn’t leave without telling you goodbye.”
My feet carried me towards her before I could even make sense of what she was saying.  Violently, I threw myself into her frail arms.
“Please don’t leave me!" I pleaded with her, burying my face in her boney shoulder. “I can come and get you. Just wait a little longer. Please mom. Please don’t leave me again, not when I just found you.”


Fool's Errand Excerpt

The darkness will reemerge. There are steps being taken, lies being spoken, plans being laid. The threat shall come and you, my dear, must protect our kind.
How am I expected to do that when I could not stop it the last time?
You will do it the same way you did the last. There is a Seer.
Surely you are not talking about that old prophecy! I believed that to be a falsehood, a fairytale of sorts to keep Seers in line.
You, yourself, should know all tales have some bit of truth in them. This is no different. She lives now. The elders have all felt her presence for a long time, yet her power grows every day. She must reach her potential. You are entrusted with this, Conall.
Who is she? The womans riddles grated on my nerves. Surely she could not expect me to seek out this Seer.
You will know when the timing is right. Of this, I am sure. She smiled as I spun her around the room, making everything else a blur.
Do you know what is coming? I tilted my head to the side, wondering if the woman was altogether there.
Of course, child. Ive seen what is to be and what cannot be. It is my blessing and my curse. It is why I live alone in a city of pretenders and practitioners. But this knowledge is not yet yours for the knowing. Again, a smile ghosted across her lips before her face turned serious once more. There is something more. Something that I feel I must tell you.
What? I sighed.
Protect her, and she will find the truth you seek. She will be your savior.



See How She Fights Excerpt
“Hello?” I yelled. Even in the dreaming I knew this was a half-baked idea. I heard moaning in the distance. I moved forward through the foggy oblivion, the sound my only guide. The eerie noise echoed and bounced until I could not find my way. I was lost.
I turned to run but was greeted with a new nightmare. I looked down at almost a dozen bodies. Each one more gruesome than the last. They reached out for me with blood crusted arms. Their wails shredded my soul. I couldn’t breathe. Everywhere I looked, there were eyeless figures, begging me for help. I wanted to save them. I wanted to make them whole again. I tried to remember that it was just the dreaming. It was not real. This was not reality. I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing.
“It isn’t real,” I shouted into the fog. I opened my eyes to find them moving towards me. The sightless mob closed in around me and as I began to scream, I heard him. I heard Xavier whisper.
“Oh, but it is real. This is what shall become of you all.”
I screamed out as their cold fingers brushed against my skin.



See How She Falls Excerpt
As I let the inevitability sink in, I heard it. A familiar voice called out of the fog. A voice I hadn’t heard for two months, yet there he stood. The culmination of nightmares and fears wrapped into the body of a cloaked figure. My future cradled in the palms of his crushing hands. Motionless, I was rooted to my place. The unchangeable darkness, the coming storm, it all pushed down upon me.
He moved towards me, cutting a path through the fog to stand above me like some sort of centurion. The robe covered all but his sneering mouth. The mouth that housed the words that would end me. “Do you see it now? The inevitability? This world will burn for its sins, Izzy. These people, they don’t deserve the grace they are given, or the protection of our kind. Why not just join us? Fighting really is futile.” 
The hopelessness pushed against me, prodding me, taunting me. Swallowing deeply, I rose to my knees. I’d never been a quitter, I wouldn’t start now. I’d been warned that the darkness would call for me, that it would tempt me. Strength I didn’t know I possessed rose up within me. Whatever this person was doing, I could fight it. I could fight him. Taking a deep breath, I stood on shaking legs to face the robed figure.
“I will do everything in my power to protect this world from whatever it is you are trying to bring.”
“Look down at your leg, Izzy. Do you really think that you can stop us? Just two more runes and the bridge will be complete. Your fight was lost before it began.”
At his words, the burning began on my calf, ripping deep into my soul. I knew that when I awoke, I would have another mark. I wondered if this one would be my undoing. My rubbery legs failed me, and as I began to fall I heard a laugh. 




Seeing is Believing Excerpt

                  “But they said the darkness will still fall, Ian. Doesnt that seem like everything weve done has been for nothing? I just cant believe a loving God would allow all of that sacrifice to be done in vain.” Giving voice to the thoughts that had plagued me since we got the news sent a chill down to my bones. I hadnt wanted to face my anger or my fear. Id wanted to plow on like Izzy. But I wasnt her; I was a freaking empath.
                  “It isnt solely up to the Gods. We are in a battle against much darker forces, unimaginable beings. The Gods could not combat them alone; that is why we were created. We are meant to maintain the balance.”
                  “This doesnt feel like balance to me, Ian,” I replied around a yawn. The day had been one of the longest of my life. Bone tired, I climbed into bed next to Ian. I didnt care if I was still in my gross clothes from tromping through the swamp. The only thing on my mind was sleep.
                  “We will try tomorrow to make sense of all of this. For now, sleep.” Ian whispered words sending me into the one place I absolutely did not want to be – the dreaming.
                  Please dont let there be Revenants, please dont let there be Revenants. I chanted to myself, hoping when I opened my eyes I would be alone.





See How She Awakens Excerpt

                  The Old One will lie, the darkness whispered inside of me. The voice a twisting darkness that seemed to ooze with every syllable.  He will betray you once more.  Dont trust him.
            GO AWAY! I shouted. The voice was growing stronger. I hadnt heard it like this in the void.  Why had Aberto taken me away from my refuge?
            “I will never leave you again,” Aberto swore. “You may rail against me, vent your rage, tell me to leave a thousand times, but nothing will sway my resolve.” His face transformed, frightening me.  The way he looked at me, as though he wouldnt be able to survive losing me again, made me want to run.  I couldnt do this. Id lost everything. “Izzy, I would not survive losing you.” 
                  As Aberto lowered himself to the ground, he raised his knees, resting his arms across them so his head hung there. Defeat and exhaustion warring with one another.
                  He lies, the darkness murmured.
            “STOP!” I screamed, curling in on myself. “GET OUT!” I could feel it churning within me, trying to stretch itself to consume the light left within me. I clawed at my stomach, trying to rip it away.
            “What is this? What has happened?” Aberto rose to move toward me. All emotion washed from his face. This Aberto I remembered well.  He was the one that had taught me to soul walk; that taught me my soul was not my own. He was ruthless. 
            “You shouldve left me in the void. Now everyone will perish.” Repressed tears swept forth, bringing with them the pain and loss that had been walled up within me for God only knew how long.
            “Why would you think that?” Abertos voice softened as he cradled my face in his hands. My eyes looked up to meet his, and I was sure he could see it.  The darkness that lingered in the background, pushing me, twisting me into something I never wanted to be.
            You see it, dont you? I pleaded with my eyes.  








My So Called Life by JD Hollyfield Blog Tour

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My So Called Life by J.D. Hollyfield Love Not Included #3 Publication Date: May 19, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Humor, Romance
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Life couldn’t be any brighter for art dealer Christina Daniels. At the top of her career, she has no problem flaunting just how perfect her little world has become.
When tragedy strikes back home, Christina is forced to put everything on hold to return back to a past she’s tried so hard to escape. Including a love she regrets letting go. Ian Whitman has only one regret and it was letting his first love walk out of his life. Now that she’s returned, his heart won’t give her up twice without a fight. As secrets are revealed, can Ian soothe her heart while convincing her that a place she tried so hard to run away from is the place she’s destined to stay? Will love get a second chance in the face of tragedy?
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J.D Hollyfield currently resides in the Midwest with her husband, son and three doxies. As a Creative Designer by day, she enjoys spending her spare time with her nose in a good book. This obsession inspired her to test out her own creative ability. With her love for romance books and a head full of book boyfriends, this encouraged her to bring her own story to life and create her first novel.
He puts his fingers into my crazy mop and comes closer to unite his lips and mine. And let me state for the record his lips areto die for. I hum my satisfaction into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer so we’re more chest to chest. I can feel his excitement growing hard against my belly with each lick and tug of our tongues. 

“I have to ask,” I mumble when I break free for air. “Why hasn’t someone snatched you up? Married with a handful of kids running around?” Because inquiring minds and hearts want to know.

After kissing me senseless, he pulls away to answer. “Sometimes the heart knows what the heart wants.” He pauses. “And it just never seemed right to fill it with something that wasn’t real, just to pretend to be full.” 

Okay then! He wins. Stick a fork in me. I’m done. 

“Kiss me,” I demand with only one intention in mind. 

And boy oh boy, does he do just that.



He puts his fingers into my crazy mop and comes closer to unite his lips and mine. And let me state for the record his lips are to die for. I hum my satisfaction into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer so we’re more chest to chest. I can feel his excitement growing hard against my belly with each lick and tug of our tongues. 

“I have to ask,” I mumble when I break free for air. “Why hasn’t someone snatched you up? Married with a handful of kids running around?” Because inquiring minds and hearts want to know.

After kissing me senseless, he pulls away to answer. “Sometimes the heart knows what the heart wants.” He pauses. “And it just never seemed right to fill it with something that wasn’t real, just to pretend to be full.” 

Okay then! He wins. Stick a fork in me. I’m done. 

“Kiss me,” I demand with only one intention in mind. 

And boy oh boy, does he do just that.



Just as I place my pad of paper on the shelf to count the acrylic paint tubes, the door to the art closet flies open.
“Jesus Christ, Ian, you scared the shit outta me.” I press my hand to my chest. The look in his eyes says he doesn’t care too much about my well-being. Uh oh. It also looks like I may have over-poked the bear.
He steps into my personal space and presses his body into mine. The door automatically swings shut behind him.
“Ian?” I question.
“Chrissy?” he retorts back, his breathing already heavy with what seems like pure lust.
“Can I help you with something?” I take a deep breath, trying to calm the unsteady beat of my heart.
“Yeah, you can start by not leaving your god damn lingerie around for me to see. Unless you want me to finally break and do something about it?” He pushes himself harder into me.
And oh my god, he is definitely that. Hard.
“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.
“What I’ve been wanting to do since the moment you came back into my life.”
“And what exactly is that?” I choke out.
“Continue where we left off.”
And with that, he pulls me fully into his solid chest. The instant his lips touch mine, my knees buckle. This kiss—this powerful, overdue kiss— is going to literally bring me to my knees



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Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Fever Dream by JJ DiBenedetto


Title: Fever Dream (Dream Series, Book 9)
By JJ DiBenedetto  
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Blurb:
Dr. Sara Alderson isn’t used to her patients dying for no reason. When a young boy succumbs to a mysterious illness that defies all her efforts to treat it, she refuses to accept defeat. 

After two months of questions, Sara has attracted the attention of powerful people who don’t want their secrets uncovered, and will go to any lengths to make sure they stay hidden. 

Now, time is running out for Sara to unravel the mystery before anyone else falls victim to the illness. And before her career, her family and her freedom are taken from her by enemies she doesn’t even know she has. 

Fever Dream is the ninth book of the Dream Series


About The Author:
J.J. (James) Dibenedetto's fans would swear he's got a sixth sense when it comes to seeing into the minds of others and often wonder if his stories could possibly be fiction. He enjoys suspending disbelief with suspenseful paranormal tales that are a perfect blend of reality meets fantasy.
His popular Dream Series continues to delight readers with each and every exciting installment.
Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again it might just be his imagination.


Cover designer: Emma Michaels
Link to her site: http://www.emmamichaels.com


About the Dream Series...
What if you could see everyone else’s dreams?  That’s the question Sara has to wrestle with in the Dream Series.  We first meet her as a shy, bookish college student who doesn’t think there’s anything extraordinary about herself.  And then the dreams start…
Over the course of the series, Sara learns to live with these supernatural dreams and all the trouble they plunge her into.  At the same time, she grows from a student to a practicing doctor; and from a single girl to a wife and mother.  But every time she thinks she’s got everything figured out, life – and her extraordinary dreams – teach her that she’s always got more to learn…


   
College junior Sara Barnes thought her life was totally under control.  All she had to worry about was her final exams, Christmas shopping, applying to medical school – and what to do about the cute freshman in the next dorm with a crush on her.  Everything was going according to plan, until the night she started seeing other people’s dreams.

It’s bad enough that Sara is learning more than she ever needed to know about her friends and classmates, watching their most secret fantasies whether she wants to or not.  Much worse are the other dreams, the ones she sees nearly every night, featuring a strange, terrifying man who commits unspeakable crimes.  Now Sara wonders if she’s the only witness to a serial killer – and the only one who knows when and where he’s going to strike next.
Dream Student is the first book of the Dream Series.
Between adjusting to life as a newlywed and trying to survive the first month of medical school, Sara Alderson has a lot on her plate.  She definitely doesn’t need to start visiting other people’s dreams again.  Unfortunately for her, it’s happening anyway.

Every night, she sees a different person and a different dream.  But every dreamer has one thing in common: they all hate Dr. Morris, the least popular professor in the medical school, and they’re all dreaming about seeing him – or making him – dead. 
Once again, Sara finds herself in the role of unwilling witness to a murder before it happens.  But this time, there are too many suspects to count, and it doesn’t help matters that she hates Dr. Morris every bit as much as any of his would-be murderers do.
Dream Doctor is the second book of the Dream Series.
Dr. Sara Alderson can deal with eighty-hour workweeks as a resident at Children’s Hospital.  Dealing with crises in the Emergency Room or the OR is second nature to her.  But now she faces a challenge that all of her training and experience hasn’t prepared her for: Lizzie, her four-year-old daughter, has inherited her ability to see other people’s dreams.

After Lizzie befriends a young boy on a trip to Washington, DC, and then wakes up in a panic that night because of a “bad funny dream,” Sara knows exactly what it means: her daughter is visiting the boy’s dreams.  Complicating matters is the fact that the boy’s father is a Congressman, and he’s dreaming about a “scary man in a big black car” threatening his Daddy. 
Unraveling a case of political corruption and blackmail would be hard enough for Sara under the best of circumstances.  But when she has to view everything through the eyes of a toddler, it may be an impossible task.
Dream Child is the third book of the Dream Series.   
Dr. Sara Alderson didn’t think she had a problem in the world, when she walked into the office for her first day as a partner in her own medical practice.  And then the police showed up and arrested her for a crime she couldn’t possibly have committed.  Twenty four hours later, after a horrifying day and night in jail, Sara comes home a different – and completely broken – woman.

Clearing her name is her first challenge, but that’s nothing compared to the task of rebuilding her shattered psyche.  And the only way she can do that is with the help of the supernatural dreams, the same dreams that have nearly cost Sara her sanity – and almost got her killed – in the past.
Dream Family is the fourth book of the Dream Series
After nearly a decade of visiting other people’s dreams, Sara Alderson thought she had made peace with her supernatural gift.  Until one night, while watching her husband dream, she saw someone else watching him, too: a mysterious woman in a red dress.

The woman in red keeps appearing in the dreams of Sara’s husband and his co-workers.  Sara doesn’t know if this mystery woman is trying to steal her husband, drive him mad or something even worse.  All she does know is that now she has something she never imagined: a nemesis.  And the only thing more dangerous than a nemesis who shares her ability to step into other people’s dreams, is one who knows far more about that ability and how to control it than Sara does.
Waking Dream is the fifth book of the Dream Series.
 
Dr. Sara Alderson is heading back to college for her ten-year class reunion.  Her husband and two of her children are coming with her – and so are her supernatural dreams.

One of her old classmates is becoming more frantic with every passing night.  Sara can’t see his face, but she can see everything else in his dreams, and he’s coming closer and closer to committing a desperate act to try and save his business.  Sara’s the only one who can save him, and his family – if she can figure out who he is and what he’s planning in time.
Dream Reunion is the sixth book of the Dream Series.
Dr. Sara Alderson thought she was securing her and her family’s future when she moved them to a small town in New York and took a job as Chief of Pediatrics at the local hospital.  Unfortunately, things aren’t going quite according to plan.  For one thing, she has enemies at work who resent her from the moment she sets foot in the hospital.

For another, she’s visiting the dreams of an old man who’s seeing nightly visions of a storm that will wipe out the entire town.  He’s convinced that the visions are true – and as winter closes in, Sara is starting to think he might be right.
Dream Home is the seventh book of the Dream Series.
Thanks to her unique ability to step into other people's dreams, Dr. Sara Alderson has solved murders, unraveled conspiracies and saved lives. But when a crisis hits close to home, even her supernatural gift might not be enough to avert disaster.

On a family vacation to Paris, Sara's fifteen-year-old daughter Grace disappears without a trace. The only way to find her is through Sara's dreams. But her gift has taken an unwanted vacation, and without it, Sara has no idea how to rescue Grace. In a foreign city, with no clues, and her dreaming talent failing her for the first time, Sara must figure out another way to find Grace before it's too late.
Dream Vacation is the eighth book of the Dream Series
Dr. Sara Alderson isn’t used to her patients dying for no reason.  When a young boy succumbs to a mysterious illness that defies all her efforts to treat it, she refuses to accept defeat.

After two months of questions, Sara has attracted the attention of powerful people who don’t want their secrets uncovered, and will go to any lengths to make sure they stay hidden.
Now, time is running out for Sara to unravel the mystery before anyone else falls victim to the illness.  And before her career, her family and her freedom are taken from her by enemies she doesn’t even know she has.
Fever Dream is the ninth book of the Dream Series

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