Spotlight: Open Hearts (Sater’s Creek Series) by Megs Pritchard

When an unexpected attraction occurs, what do you do?
Tucker Ozark loved having a good time. He loved women and his hardware business. He had no plans to settle down and liked his life the way it was: uncomplicated.
Until he met Rory.
Rory Doyle, the new Deputy Sheriff of Sater’s Creek had a busy life. A single father to Keegan he was fortunate to love his job and have a loving and supportive family behind him. When he met Tucker, Rory couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about him that gained his attention, but there was something.
A connection between them—a friendship that becomes more.
Neither of them had ever been interested in a man before. One thing was trying a new unexpected relationship. Dealing with the pitfalls that came with it, was another altogether.
When Tucker’s parents give him an ultimatum, he doesn’t know what to do. Risk losing his family or the one man who could end up meaning everything to him.
This is a gay for you, first time gay romance with some angst thrown in.

 

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Excerpt and Sweepstakes: Tabloid: (Book #1: Dirty Laundry Series) by Jackie Paxsonby

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1 gossip writer + 1 A-list movie star = 1 fake relationship…or does it?
After breaking a story that rocks Hollywood, Talia is the top gossip writer around. One night will put all of that into question. The writer becomes the story when she gets caught doing the walk of shame from A-lister Zee Jaxon’s home.
To save both of their reputations he suggests a fake relationship. Pretending should be easy. It shouldn’t mean the fake feelings become real. Accepting the real feelings means the lies  they’ve told are even harder to hide.
When the truth comes out can their love survive or will everything just fade to black?
Excerpt
“I forgot to tell you something.”  Zeke said as they walked hand and hand to baggage claim.
“What?”
“Please don’t hate me.”  He kissed their linked hands.
“What did you do?”
As Zeke and Talia turned the corner to pick up their bags Talia saw a giant poster being held by a tall muscular guy wearing a too tight t-shirt and dirty jeans.  Scrawled on the poster were the words she was going to have etched on her brother’s grave.
WELCOME HOME, TALLY! SORRY PORN DIDN’T WORK OUT FOR YOU!
GLAD YOU GOT THE HELP YOU NEEDED IN REHAB FOR THE FIFTH TIME!
“You asked Rex to pick us up?”
Zeke bit his lip trying not to laugh at the poster.  When Rex saw the poster had gotten their  attention, and many others around them, he flipped it over.
WELCOME HOME, ZEKE! I GOT THAT MEDICATION FOR YOUR STD!
HOPEFULLY THE SORES ARE NO LONGER LEAKING!
“I’m seeing my mistake now.”  Zeke said.
“I bet you are.”
Rex strode over to Zeke and Talia.  He dropped the poster and opened his arms wide.  Talia walked up to give him a hug, but landed a swift punch to his nuts.  Air whooshed out of his  lungs.  Rex collapsed on the ground.  Fellow passengers walked around him.  The granny  from the plane caught my eye and gave me a thumbs up.
“Hello, Rex.”  Talia stood with her hands on her hips watching her brother struggle.
“I’m….telling…mama.”
“Go ahead.  Then I’m going to show her the poster you made.”
“Fine.”  Rex managed to get off the ground.
“Thanks for picking us up, ass wipe.”  Zeke said.
“No problem.  How could I strand my best friend and sister at the airport?  Especially when they are now seeing each other.”  Rex looked at them skeptically.
“What car did you bring?”  Talia changed the subject before questions could be asked.
“The pick-up.”
“What?  Why didn’t you bring mama’s SUV?”
“Why would I?  My pick-up is fine.”
“It’s a bench seat. “
Rex smirked at her.  “Yep.  We will be getting real close for the next hour.”
“Hour?  It takes close to an hour and a half to get to Grandin.  How fast do you plan on going?”  Talia stopped and looked to her brother.
“You didn’t tell her?”  Rex asked.
“I didn’t have a chance.  We had a bit of an issue on the plane.”
“What happened?”
“Never mind that tell me what is going on.”  Talia stared at Zeke.
“We are going to go to my farm. It’s a half hour outside of Grandin.”
Talia glared at both of the men in front of her.  Turning on her heel she grabbed her bag and marched off toward the short term parking.   She easily found his beat up truck.  Slinging her bag into the bed she stood next to the passenger door.
“In a hurry to get to your love nest, Tally?”  Rex asked.
Talia ground her jaw as she stared at her skeptical twin.  When Zeke’s arm wound around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her temple Rex groaned and wrenched the door open.

About the author and where to find her:

Jackie is a single mom of a rambunctious boy and his dog, Cady.  She is an avid reader with a blog under the name of The Book Maven.  Reading has been a passion of hers from the time she could pick up a Sweet Valley High book.  Writing is a new adventure where she gets to curse, be clumsy and fall in love with every page.
 
 

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Spotlight: Vivi’s Leading Man (Book #1: Durango Street Theatre Series) by Emily Mims

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EXES AND OHS: The marriage was one of convenience. She had status and he had money. But… there was something there, and both of them felt it. After three years of him working long hours and her spending too much time at the Durango Street Theatre, Miguel Abonce and Vivienne Heiser called it quits. One year later, they are forced to work together to save or sell the theater. In the process they discover things they never knew about each other and they learn there’s more between them than burning up the sheets. They might really love each other after all.
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About the author and where to find her:

 photo Vivis Leading Man Author Emily Mims_zpssomxnjnm.jpgThe author of over thirty romance novels, Emily Mims combined her writing career with a career in public education until leaving the classroom to write full time. The mother of two sons, she and her husband split their time between central Texas, eastern Tennessee, and  Georgia visiting their kids and grandchildren. For relaxation, Emily plays the piano, organ, dulcimer, and ukulele for two different performing groups, and even sings a little. She says,
“I love to write romances because I believe in them. Romance happened to me and it can happen to any woman—if she’ll just let it.”
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Spotlight: Rose of the Alchemist by L.E. Frost

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Orphaned as a child and raised by a brooding grandfather who can’t stand the sight of him, Xavier feels like a freak. Gifted, or cursed, with the visions and powers of his Jardi mother,  and isolated on his grandfather’s estate, he thinks he’ll go mad.
On his sixteenth birthday, when he finally escapes the dreary prison of his grandfather’s to attend university, he’s bullied because he’s Jardi. While he struggles to fit in, a master alchemist takes him on as apprentice and helps him develop his gift.
But just when things are looking up for Xavier, a mysterious seer appears to deliver a dark prophesy. A sorcerer wants to kill him because of his gift. Gifted with the Jardi sight to see inside things and transform them, Xavier must accept his roots if he hopes to survive.
His only allies against the sorcerer are a magical falcon, who is both guardian and mother hen, and an irritatingly smug knight who keeps a perilous secret.               
When the trio arrives at the sorcerer’s castle, Xavier is enchanted by statues that spring to life, fairies and winged horses that fly out of draperies and demon cuckoo clocks that deliver sardonic messages. Seduced by the sorcerer’s illusion, Will Xavier choose the cold, starlight voices that beckon him to darkness or the love of his friends.

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L.E. Frost is a devoted storyteller of YA fantasy who lives in Lake County California in a hundred year old house that is most definitely haunted. She believes the best stories engage the heart with their lovable and interesting characters as they take the reader on a wild ride to new and thrilling adventures.
 
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Spotlight: Aldo by Betty Jean Craige

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Aldo is a mystery/thriller/love story in which a brilliant and dangerous ideologue attempts to eliminate a university’s genetics institute by holding the university’s president hostage.
On the same day that Isabel Canto, associate director of Pembrook Atlantic University’s Institute for Genome Modification, discovers she is pregnant with IGM post-doc Frank Marks’s baby, Pembrook Atlantic University’s president Mary Ellen Mackin receives a letter from “Aldo” threatening harm if she does not dissolve the institute and fire its director. Isabel recommends that Mackin refuse and not allow a terrorist to dictate what her faculty and students can research and discover, but this advice unwittingly sets off a chain of events that will change many lives forever—including hers.
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About the author and where to find her:

 photo Aldo Author Betty Jean Craige_zpsr4ftonkt.jpgSince graduating from Pomona College in 1968, Betty Jean Craige has been a teacher, scholar, translator, columnist, and mystery writer. She retired from the University of Georgia in 2011  as University Professor of Comparative Literature and Director of the Willson Center for  Humanities and Arts. After retiring she published a Sunday column in the local paper about animal behavior titled “Cosmo Talks” and a book titled Conversations with Cosmo: At Home with an African Gray Parrot. Then she began writing fiction. Her Witherston Murder Mystery series, set in north Georgia, includes Downstream, Fairfield’s Auction (First Place in  Chanticleer Book Awards’ category of Mystery and Mayhem), Dam Witherston (Honorable Mention in the 2017 Royal Dragonfly Book Awards for Mystery, and Distinguished Favorite in 2018 Independent Press Awards), and Chieftains in Witherston (scheduled to be published in 2019). A suspense novel, Aldo, came out in 2018.

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Excerpt: Owen (Book #1: The Tudor Trilogy) by Tony Riches

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Based on the true story of a forgotten hero, OWEN is the epic tale of one young man’s
incredible courage and resilience as he changes the course of English history. England
1422: Owen Tudor, a Welsh servant, waits in Windsor Castle to meet his new mistress, the beautiful and lonely Queen Catherine of Valois, widow of the warrior king, Henry V. Her infant son is crowned King of England and France, and while the country simmers on the brink of civil war, Owen becomes her protector.
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 Excerpt from Owen:

 
Winter of 1422: I tense at the sound of approaching footsteps as I wait to meet my new mistress, the young widow of King Henry V, Queen Catherine of Valois. Colourful Flemish
tapestries decorate the royal apartments of Windsor Castle, dazzling my senses and reminding me how life in the royal household presents new opportunities. My life will change forever, if she finds me acceptable, yet doubt nags at my mind.
The doors open and Queen Catherine’s usher appears. I have been told to approach the queen and bow, but must not look directly at her or speak, other than to say my name, until spoken  to. Taking a deep breath I enter the queen’s private rooms where she sits surrounded by her  sharp-eyed ladies-in-waiting. I have the briefest glimpse of azure silk, gold brocade, gleaming pearls and a breath of exotic perfume. I remove my hat and bow, my eyes cast down to her
velvet-slippered feet.
‘Owen Tudor, Your Highness, Keeper of your Wardrobe.’ My voice echoes in the high-ceilinged room.  One of her ladies fails to suppress her giggle, a sweet enough sound, if you are not the reason for it. I forget my instruction and look up to see the queen regarding me with confident, ice-blue eyes.
‘You are a Welshman?’ Her words sound like an accusation.
‘My full name is Owain ap Maredydd ap Tudur, although the English call me Owen Tudor. I come from a long line of Welsh noblemen, Your Highness.’ I regret my boast as soon as I say the words.
‘Owen Tudor…’ This time her voice carries a hint of amusement.  I put on my hat and pull my shoulders back. She examines me, as one might study a horse before offering a price. After years of hard work I have secured a position worthy of my skills, yet it means nothing without the approval of the queen.
‘You look more like a soldier than a servant?’ The challenge in her words seems to tease me.
‘I have served in the king’s army as a soldier.’ I feel all their eyes upon me.
‘Yet… you have no sword?’ She sounds curious.
‘Welshmen are not permitted to carry a sword in England, Your Highness.’ I am still bitter at this injustice.  I remember the last time I saw her, at the king’s state funeral in Westminster.
Her face veiled, she rode in a gilded carriage drawn by a team of black horses. I followed on foot as the funeral procession passed through sombre crowds, carrying the king’s standard and wearing the red, blue and gold livery of the royal household.
‘You fought in France?’
‘With the king’s bowmen, Your Highness, before I became a squire.’
The queen has none of the air of sadness I expected. Slim, almost too thin, her childlike wrists and delicate fingers are adorned with gold rings sparkling with diamonds and rubies. Her neck is long and slender, her skin pale with the whiteness of a woman who rarely sees the sun. Her golden-brown hair is gathered in tight plaits at the back of her head and her headdress  fashionably emphasises her smooth, high forehead.
King Henry V chose as his bride the youngest daughter of the man they called the ‘mad king’, Charles VI. They said King Charles feared he was made of glass and would shatter if he didn’t take care. Charles promised Henry he would inherit the throne and become the next King of France and there were rumours of a secret wedding dowry, a fortune in gold.
Barely a year into his marriage, the king left his new wife pregnant and alone in Windsor. He returned to fight his war in France, capturing the castle of Dreux before marching on the  fortress at Meaux, defended by Jean de Gast, the Bastard of Vaurus, a cruel, brave captain. The king never saw his son and heir, his namesake.
The siege of Meaux was hard won and he suffered the bloody flux, the dreaded curse of the battlefield. Men had been known to recover, if they were strong and lucky. Many did not, despite the bloodletting and leeches. The flux is an inglorious way to die, poisoned by your own body, especially for a victorious warrior king who would never now be King of France.
The queen has an appraising look in her eyes. She has buried her hopes for the future along with her husband. I remember I am looking at the mother of the new king, once he comes of age. One thing is certain; she will not be left to raise the prince alone. Ambitious men are already vying for their share of power and influence.
At last she speaks. ‘And now you are in my household?’
‘My appointment to your service was made by Sir Walter Hungerford, Steward of the King’s Household and constable here at Windsor.’
‘Sir Walter was one of my husband’s most trusted men—the executor of the king’s will.’
‘I worked as squire to Sir Walter for many years, in England and France.’
‘You speak French?’
‘A little, Your Highness.’ I answer in French.
‘Were you with King Henry at the siege of Rouen?’ Now she speaks in French.
‘I was, Your Highness. I will never forget it.’ I answer again in French. I learned the language on the battlefield and in the taverns of Paris and can swear as well as any Frenchman.
‘I heard the people of Rouen were starving… before they surrendered.’ Her voice is softer now and she speaks in English.
‘War is cruel, yet now there is less appetite for it.’
‘I pray to God that is true.’ She glances back at her ladies, who are watching and listening, as ladies-in-waiting do. Queen Catherine regards me, giving nothing away. ‘I welcome you to our  household, Master Tudor.’
‘Thank you, Your Highness.’
Our first meeting is over. She is unlike any woman I have known, fascinating, intriguing and beautiful. More than that; there is something about her I find deeply attractive, a dangerous  thing to admit. Perhaps my fascination is with the glimpse I’d seen of the real woman, the  same age as myself, behind the title of Dowager Queen of England.
‘Aim high, boy,’ my garrulous longbow tutor once advised me, his voice gruff from too much shouting. ‘It’s not the Welsh way to play safe and wait until you have a clear shot!’ The man  spits hard on the ground to add emphasis and stares knowingly into my eyes, standing so  close I can almost feel the coarse grey stubble of his beard. ‘When you aim high,’ he points an imaginary bow up at the sky, ‘your arrow will fly far into the enemy ranks and strike with the full vengeance of God.’
‘Who, of course, is on our side.’ A daring, foolhardy thing for a boy like me to say to a man who can punch me to the ground or worse.
For a moment I see the old man’s mind working as he tries to decide if I am being disrespectful, sacrilegious or both. The moment passes. I notch a new arrow into the powerful yew longbow and fire it high into the sky, without a care for where it will fall.
I smile at the memory as I return down the long passage to the servants’ hall. Life as a king’s archer was hard, but I enjoyed the camaraderie of the other men and it taught me many  things. As well as how to use a longbow, I learned to watch my back, when to speak up and when to remain silent. My tutor died in the thick mud of Normandy, yet his lesson serves me well. I know to aim high.
That night, wide awake in the darkness, I reflect on the unthinkable turn my life has taken. I always imagined I would become a merchant, setting up shop somewhere in the narrow, dirty streets of London, or perhaps an adventurer, sailing off to seek my fortune. I remain a  servant, yet for the first time I have my own lodging room, however small and cramped.
My reward for long and loyal service as squire to Sir Walter has been this new appointment, a position of great responsibility. The queen’s wardrobe is a treasure store of priceless gold and jewels, as well as all her expensive clothes and most valuable possessions. Such a senior post in the royal household pays more than I have earned in my life and carries influence, allowing me regular and privileged access to the queen.
I resolve to become indispensable to her. High and mighty lords and dukes will come and go, with their false concerns and self-serving advice, yet I will see her every day, tending to her  needs. I recall how she referred to Sir Walter as one of the king’s most trusted men. That is  what I wish to become; Queen Catherine’s most trusted man.
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About the author and where to find him:

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Spotlight: Animal’s Reformation (Insurgents MC Series) by Chiah Wilder

 

Sometimes the last person you want to be with is the one you can’t be without.
A member of the Insurgents MC, Animal is a rough, free-loving biker. Hanging with his brothers, riding his customized Harley, and partying with the ladies are his idea of the ideal life.
Years ago, he made a stupid mistake with a woman he barely knew, but he pays the child support every month and sends cards and presents to his out-of-state daughter on her birthday and on holidays.
He doesn’t want a steady woman, and he certainly isn’t ready to settle down and have a family. Life is just too good now, and there are always so many women who want to come and play with this rugged biker.
Then one afternoon, the mother of his child struts into the clubhouse with his daughter in tow and tells him she’s done. She walks away, leaving Animal and Lucy staring at each other.
What’s he supposed to do? He knows about bikes and hard partying, not seven-year-old girls.
He has to change his ways, and his new hot next-door neighbor isn’t helping to keep his libido in check. The way her long dark hair swings just above her sweet behind has him thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts, but she doesn’t give him the time of day.
What’s up with that?
Olivia Mooney is very aware of her neighbor’s good looks and his finely chiseled body, but she doesn’t want to get involved. He doesn’t realize it, but she’s his daughter’s tutor at school, and she can’t get involved. She spends her nights thinking about him and chatting with an intriguing man on an after dark dating site.
Then a series of murders occur in the surrounding counties, and it looks like they are creeping closer to Pinewood Springs. At first the cops are stumped, but over time a pattern begins to emerge: the women all used an after dark dating site.
As fear and danger slink closer, Olivia is thrown into the arms of the sexy biker, forever changing their lives.
The Insurgents MC series are standalone romance novels. This is Animal’s story. This book contains violence, abuse, strong language, and steamy/graphic sexual scenes. It describes the life and actions of an outlaw motorcycle club. HEA. No cliffhangers.

 

 

Chiah Wilder writes about rough, sexy men who know how to treat their women.

Always a lover of books, she began writing at a young age and continued through college with collections of short stories. Figuring she had to grow up and get a “real” job, her writing was placed on the back burner.

Her love of reading has always been center front in her life. Chiah’s love of bad boys both in and out of fiction has inspired her books. She loves an alpha male whose softer side is brought out by a passionate, spirited woman. In fiction there are no rules or boundaries, and fantasies can go as far as the characters want to take them. Steamy, romances with tough, sexy bad boys are her guilty pleasure along with brownies, cheddar cheese, and movie marathons. 

 
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