I must first admit, I am not entirely fond of preternatural books. There was just something about Bohemian that drew my attention from the moment I became aware of it. I, however, thought I could read Bohemian as a stand-alone novel, doing nothing more than reading other blogger’s and readers’ reviews of the first three novels prior to diving into Bohemian. Imagine my surprise when I started reading and found I couldn’t put this book down! I’m most certain it was the dark, dangerous draw of the magnificent vampires that wouldn’t turn me loose!
The characters, both alive and not living, in Bohemian had such life (please pardon the pun) and strength of character that I found myself, more than once, totally enamored of the story and wishing I could trade places, for just one night with the beautiful Ingrid, to be held and cherished as only Jadeon could.
The writing in this series is filled with a depth that I have only ever experienced once before in a paranormal series. I feel the influence of Laurel K. Hamilton and The Anita Blake Series of novels as I wrap myself totally in Bohemian and now, I find that I can’t wait for a spare weekend to bury myself alive in the other books of this series.
If you are a lover of paranormal writing, or a novice to the genre, I would highly recommend you buy this series and learn to love these characters as I have.
~Patricia, Room With Books~
Vanessa Fewings (aka V.M.K. Fewings) is the award-winning author of The Stone Masters Vampire Series. Her first erotic novel, Enthrall, will be released later this summer. Prior to publishing, Vanessa worked as a registered nurse and midwife. She holds a Masters Degree in Psychology. She has travelled extensively throughout the world and has lived in Germany, Hong Kong, and Cyprus. Born and raised in England, Vanessa now proudly calls herself an American and resides in California with her husband.
In a heart-racing thriller described as Falling Skies meets The Walking Dead, Jennie struggles to find a safe place for what’s left of her family. But it seems as though there is no place sacred, no place secure. First the aliens attacked the sun, making it dimmer, weaker, and half what it used to be. Then they attacked the water supply, killing one-third of Earth’s population with a bitter contaminate. And when they unleash a new terror on humankind, the victims will wish for death, but will not find it…When the world shatters to pieces around her, will Jennie find the strength she needs to keep going?
“Pauline Creeden managed to mix more genres into one book than I could possibly imagine. The overall concept, aliens attacking the earth, is straight out of Science Fiction, but then you throw in a few zombies and post-apocalyptic fiction with how the dead/sick humans are acting. Overall, the entire story was charged with the adrenaline and thrills of a suspense/thriller novel, but the mood was terrifyingly eerie like a Horror story. There was almost too much sensory information for my primitive human brain to handle. Still, all of these genres combined made for one unique and fascinating story. This kind of book is of the same flavor as The Hunger Games with its originality, which I really appreciated.” – Katelyn Hensel for Readers’ Favorite
“Sanctuary is a fast-paced Christian fantasy thriller that is original and quite entertaining. The story revolves around Jennie and her family, Pastor Billy and his wife, and two brothers who are polar opposites of each other. Each chapter is presented in the point of view of Jennie, Brad or Hugh (the brothers), which gives Pauline Creeden’s Sanctuary, a multidimensional feel. The three different story-lines merge into a full-fledged fantasy/horror novel that never sags or lets up on the action. While there are Christian themes present in Sanctuary, and Jennie’s faith is an important part of who she is, I, a non-Christian, did not feel I was being preached to or proselytized. I recommend Pauline Creeden’s Sanctuary — it’s well-written and a lot of fun to read.” – Jack Magnus for Readers Favorite
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About the Author:
In simple language, Pauline Creeden creates worlds that are both familiar and strange, often pulling the veil between dimensions. She becomes the main character in each of her stories, and because she has ADD, she will get bored if she pretends to be one person for too long.
Pauline is a horse trainer from Virginia, but writing is her therapy.
Armored Hearts, her joint effort with author Melissa Turner Lee, has been a #1 Bestseller in Christian Fantasy and been awarded the Crowned Heart for Excellence by InDtale Magazine. Her debut novel, Sanctuary is scheduled for release September 30, 2013, and has already been nominated for two awards in YA Science Fiction.
One of Pauline’s short stories has won the CCW Short Story contest. Other short stories have been published in Fear & Trembling Magazine, ObsidianRiver and Avenir Eclectia. An urban fantasy short will appear in The Book of Sylvari: An Anthology of Elves from Port Yonder Press, and a vampire short will appear in Monsters! from Diminished Media Group.
Why on earth did I write a Christian novel that has both aliens and zombies in it?
When I was a teen/young adult and my faith was wavering at best, there were several movies out with the likely design to shake faith even more. End of the world movies were in their hay day. Alien invasion was another big one. And I couldn’t help but wonder. If something like this actually happened, would anyone be able to maintain their faith?
And now today, Zombies are on the rise.
Could aliens be reconciled with the Bible? Zombies? This is the purpose of Sanctuary.
Because of its poetic nature, the book of Revelation lends itself to a plethora of interpretation. I am not saying that my book is the only true possibility, but it could be one. Could not demons be misinterpreted as alien life forms? Might not Satan use this mirage to his advantage to explain the bitter water or the blotting out of the sun, moon, and stars? And then there’s Revelation 9:6 – “And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it; and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them.”
If anyone reading this book at least opens themselves up to the fact that yes, a biblical interpretation could resolve the problems between faith and an apocalyptic reality, then Sanctuary has completed its purpose.
When Jennie reached the back door, she saw them. Four large dog-like creatures with pinched faces like bulldogs and lion-like manes. They snarled, and one of them leapt at the window on the top half of the door when it saw her. Jennie jumped back and fell hard on the cold tile floor. The bottle of painkiller bounced across the kitchen tiles. The creature slammed against the window a second time, cracking it. She blinked hard. Her heart sunk, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. A horrendous gargling howl rent the air, causing a shiver down her spine. She held her breath and waited for the creature to slam into the door again.
“What on earth?” she whispered to herself.
When the third attempt never came, she scrambled toward the door. Blinking hard, she used the door knob to help herself stand. Out the cracked window, her mother was still out of sight, but the last of the dogs headed across the field behind her backyard.
“MOM?” Jennie called out.
The rumbling faded, and the vibrations in her chest receded with the dogs. She pulled open the door and rushed onto their back deck. “Mom, where are you?”
When she reached the banister, she looked over the side. Her mom lay sprawled with one hand on the lattice. Blood gushed from Mom’s leg and her opposite arm. Jennie’s ears rang and flooded with every beat of her heart.
Jennie didn’t know how she got to the second floor of her house, but she found herself shaking her sleeping father. How had he slept through the rumbling? “Outside, it’s Mom…”
Her father leapt from the bed. Mickey, her little brother, lay asleep and undisturbed. Dad ran down the stairs and outside in his flannel pajama bottoms and white t-shirt. He scooped Mom up to his chest and carried her inside. Blood stained his shirt in crimson.
“Jennie, call 911!” Her father had said it at least three times before it finally registered in her brain.
She pulled the cell phone from her pocket, but it refused to connect. With a groan, she grabbed the cordless from the wall receiver, glad her heart stopped pounding in her head so she could hear.
“All operators are busy at this time,” a mechanical voice deadpanned, “Please stay on the line, and the next available operator will take your call.”
“They have me on hold, Dad. Should I hang up and try again?” She held the phone in both hands away from her face.
“No, just stay on the line.” Her father lifted the shredded jeans from Mom’s leg. “It looks like a shark bite. What on earth happened?”
Jennie took in the damage through tear-filled eyes. A huge chunk was taken from her mother’s calf, exposing the fibrous tendons that covered the bone in her leg. A bloodstain grew on the beige couch. Was she going to die? Panic rose up.
“What happened, Jennie?”
“I…I…They looked like lions, or dogs, or something. The rumbling shook the whole house…I tried to go outside to get Mom, but—” A sob blocked her throat.
Her father grabbed a throw pillow and held it against the leg. Mom’s exposed forearm laid across her chest in much the same condition as her calf.
“Grab me the duct tape.”
Jennie suddenly remembered the phone, put it back to her ear, and headed to the hall closet. She reached for the shelf above the jackets and grabbed the junk basket next to the toolbox.
“Please stay on the line. An operator will be with you shortly.”
She shoved the phone in the crook of her neck and fished through the box. Half the contents dropped around her feet. Who cares? When her fingers wrapped around the silver duct tape, a short-lived relief sent prickles down her arms. But the urgency gripped her chest in less than a heart beat, and she threw the junk basket on the ground with the rest of the items.
“Hurry, Jennie!” her father called from the living room. “And turn on the TV. Maybe they’ll have something about what’s going on.”
She handed her father the tape and turned toward the TV. The mechanical voice on the phone came through again, followed by more easy listening.
When she clicked on the TV, the shouting and wailing began before the picture warmed up on the screen. A sideways picture of New York City broke through, with the shaky voice of the newscaster voicing over.
“What we are watching now – I can’t believe it – is live footage of Times Square,” the newscaster’s voice paused for a deep breath. “We’ve lost our man on the scene and his camera man to what appears to be some kind of new alien creature. Just a short half-hour ago, the doors to the ship that hovered above Central Park opened and these dog-like creatures flooded out.”
Jennie couldn’t pull her eyes from the screen. She straightened and dropped the phone on the hardwood. The battery popped out and skidded across the floor.
My first three novels will be released through Naked Reader Press in 2013, along with a short story, as part of the Love In Unknown series. I’m excited to introduce readers to the small (fictional) town in Texas called Unknown. Located in the Texas Hill Country, Unknown was founded by the Maddox Family in the 1800s.
My Love In Unknown series starts off with the story of sexy mayor Caine Maddox and the new town doctor – and Caine’s college sweetheart- Melody Carr. Sparks fly between these two as Caine fights to convince Mel he’s no longer the selfish playboy he was in college while Mel struggles to convince the people of her hometown that she’s there to stay.
Next up, we meet Mel’s yummy brother Micah, the town baker and newcomer Cady Saunders, a runaway bride who steals Micah’s heart.
Finally, we get to know Caine’s brother Gage, the big bad police chief of Unknown who finds himself falling for fashion designer Tessa Styles and the cute little baggage she brings along with her.
NEED YOU NOW
By the time Caine lifted him out of the truck in front of the hospital, Teddy’s face was pasty white and drenched with sweat. Even though Caine knew from experience the poor kid had to be in a lot of pain, he was impressed at how stoic Teddy remained. No crying, no moaning. The only sound he made came when he got out of the truck.
Leading the boy into the Emergency entrance, Caine looked around for a doctor. The county hospital was small. Doctors from the four small towns in the area took turns staffing the emergency room while three full-time doctors took care of the long-term patients. Eyes lighting on a white coat, Caine started to usher Teddy forward.
“Excuse me? My friend here had a bit of an accident and I—” Caine stopped in his tracks as the doctor turned around. He hadn’t registered the long, chestnut-colored ponytail before, and the coat concealed the body he used to know better than his own. Big hazel eyes blinked up at him, looking just as surprised as he felt. Melody Carr.
This was not how he’d pictured their reunion.
It is my pleasure to interview Taylor M. Lunsford, author of Need You Now, Book One of the Love in Unknown Series. Welcome to Room With Books. First let me give you a little background on Taylor.
Taylor is a hopeless romantic who spends her days working for a great company and her nights/weekends doing the job of her heart. A devout follower of the Jane Austen school of thought, she’ll put her characters through a little trouble, but they’ll eventually have their happily ever after. She’s still searching for her prince charming, but she knows he’s out there, so she’ll content herself with fictional ones for now.
1. Tell me a little about your Love In Unknown Series and what inspired you to write it? Love in Unknown is a series about three friends who need some strong women to capture their hearts. It’s set in a small town in the Texas Hill Country loosely based on where I went to college. I’ve been living with these characters so long it’s hard to pinpoint the exact inspiration. My mentor challenged me to write a romantic suspense novel and these three grew from that.
2. When you start writing do you have the story outlined or do your characters dictate what will happen? I start with an outline, but how extensive it is varies from book to book. For books one and three of this series, I had every scene mapped out before I began. Book two (which was written first) would only reveal itself in small chunks.
3. Have you ever had arguments with your characters and who usually wins? I often have arguments with characters although I think Gage and Tessa from the short story and book three in the series are the most vocal and argumentative characters I’ve dealt with. It’s probably because they were stuck in my head the longest. Six months of them screaming at me to be written led to a lot of arguments.
4. What is one thing about you your readers would be surprised to know? Hmm…well, anyone who follows me on Twitter knows I’m a huge nerd. History—British history in particular—is one of my major passions. I also love superheroes and sci-fi. I especially love fairy tales (Once Upon a Time and it’s spin-off are some of my favorite shows on TV right now).
5. If you could write with any other author who would it be any why? Write with? Eek, that’s hard. Writers are such independent creatures. We don’t necessarily play well with others. That said, I’ve always loved Eloisa James (she’s a sweetheart in person). Writing with her would be fun and a fabulous learning opportunity.
6. When you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up? When I was really little I wanted to be an ice skater like Nancy Kerrigan or a trapeze artist like Holly in The Greatest Show on Earth (the worst movie to ever when an Oscar for Best Picture). Then I wanted to be a lawyer like my aunt.
7. When did you decide to write and what prompted you to start? To write professionally? It was between my freshman and sophomore year in college. I’m not sure what clicked the switch, but I started to write would eventually become my first novel that summer.
8. What music inspires your writing? That all depends on the book. For this series, anything country was a trigger, but especially Lady Antebellum and Gloriana. My current work-in-progress demands Maroon 5 or Josh Groban (weird, I know).
What is your favorite breakfast? I’m not big on breakfast but I love eggs benedict.
What is your favorite color? Probably blue.
What is your favorite movie? Mean question. If I have to pick, I’d say Love Actually.
What is your dream car (details please)? While I love my car now, I’d die if I could have Caine’s car from Need You Now. It’s James Bond’s car (Aston Martin DB5).
Their relationship has been exposed, and now their lives are changed forever.
For Cadence Miller, the fast track to adulthood proves intimidating and frustrating. She’s a little girl lost—abandoned by her parents and uncertain of her future. She doesn’t think she “fits” anywhere. She’s eighteen. She wants to be older. And the result is both comical and heartbreaking.
Mark Connelly will do anything to provide Cadence a stable, loving home—to be her protector. But he’s just as broken and lost, and his heart won’t let go of his past so easily. He knows he must share his secret with Cadence. And he hopes his revelation won’t tear them apart. He hopes it will draw them closer, and make their love better.
S. Walden used to teach English before making the best decision of her life by becoming a full-time writer. She lives in Georgia with her very supportive husband who prefers physics textbooks over fiction and has a difficult time understanding why her characters must have personality flaws. She is wary of small children, so she has a Westie instead. Her dreams include raising chickens and owning and operating a beachside inn on the Gulf Coast (chickens included). When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about it.
She made sure to look as inconspicuous as possible for her first day of classes: jean shorts, tank top, flip flops. She kept her hair down but pulled it off her face with a headband. She wore a tad bit of makeup. Nothing showy, but she thought first day classes warranted mascara and lip gloss, at the least.
She slid into a seat in the row closest to the windows. She didn’t bother to look for Michael. Or save him a seat. She still wasn’t sure about that guy. She felt guilty for not telling Mark about Michael’s kissing comment. She wanted a friend, but she was unsure if he was a good one. She scanned the room for somebody better. She needed a girlfriend. And there was one sitting directly behind her.
“Hi,” Cadence said tentatively.
“Hi,” the girl replied.
Cadence wasn’t sure what else to say. Neither was the girl. That was until she recognized Cadence.
“You went to Crestview High.”
Cadence’s face fell. “Yeah.”
“My friend went there. She graduated with you.”
The girl leaned in and whispered, “Did you really have an affair with your math teacher?”
Ryan Kendall is broken. He understands pain. He knows the hand of violence and the ache of loss. He knows what it means to fail those who need you. Being broken doesn’t stop him wanting the one thing he can’t have; Finlay Tanner. Her smile is sweet and her future bright. She’s the girl he grew up with, the girl he loves, the girl he protects from the world, and from himself.
At nineteen, Ryan leaves to join the Australian Army. After years of training he becomes an elite SAS soldier and deploys to the Afghanistan war. His patrol undertakes the most dangerous missions a soldier can face. But no matter how far he runs, or how hard he fights, his need for Finlay won’t let go.
Returning home after six years, one look is all it takes to know he can’t live without her. But sometimes love isn’t enough to heal what hurts. Sometimes people like him can’t be fixed, and sometimes people like Finlay deserve more than what’s left.
This is a story about war and the cost of sacrifice. Where bonds are formed, and friendships found. Where those who are strong, fall hard. Where love is let go, heartache is born, and heroes are made. Where one man learns that the hardest fight of all, is the fight to save himself.
Later that morning after their workout and shower, Jake fell asleep on the couch. Feeling at a loss with nothing but time on his hands, Ryan wandered down the hall towards Fin’s room. She was sitting at a little study nook in the corner, laptop open with one foot resting on her chair. She was wearing a tank top and a little pair of shorts. Leaning up against the doorframe, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those long, delectable legs.
As though sensing his presence, she turned in her chair. He forced his eyes upwards, catching a sexy flush fill her cheeks at his blatant perusal.
“Morning, Ryan.” She took off her black framed reading glasses and tossed them on the desk.
“Morning, Fin,” he replied.
Against his better judgement, Ryan pushed away from the door and walked farther into the room. Fin hadn’t changed at all and neither had his desire for her. His heart kicked over when she met his eyes. He knew everything he was feeling right now was written all over him, but he couldn’t seem to shut it off.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she whispered, “Why now?”
Ryan took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he replied honestly.
He shouldn’t still be feeling this way after so many years. Why was he doing this to her, and to himself? It was better for everyone if he stayed away like he was supposed to.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come. I’ll go stay at the barracks.” He turned to leave.
“Ryan!” she called out. Scrambling out of the chair, she grabbed his arm as he was halfway out the door.
“Fin,” he warned, looking down at her hand pointedly.
She took a step closer and he breathed her in, her scent like jasmine on a hot summer’s day. He was surprised when he looked into her eyes and saw anger burning hotly in their depths.
“Six years, Ryan. Do you know how hurt I was, each day passing by and getting nothing—not even a note or an email? I didn’t just lose you. I lost my brother too. Both of you left me, and I was okay with that. I understood that this was what you needed to do, so I moved on. I built a life that doesn’t include you. That was what I had to do.” She paused and raised a shaky hand to cup his cheek. “I’d have given you my entire heart if you’d only asked, but it’s not yours now. It’s not yours.”
Ryan closed his eyes, agony for losing what was never his rose in his chest until he felt strangled by it. He placed his hand over hers, holding it there until she tugged it away.
“You’re right,” Fin told him. “You should stay on the barracks … but I don’t want you to. Damn you, Ryan,” she whispered fiercely. “I don’t want you to.”
Ryan used his bulk to crowd her against the wall until there was no room for her to move. Leaning one hand against the wall, he grabbed her hip with the other. Her breathing rose rapidly and he leaned in, ducking his head until their mouths hovered a mere breath apart.
“Why can’t I force myself to leave?” He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I hurt too. For six years I fought every day not to think of you, and I lost, because every day you were all I could see. You were the best thing in my life—so sweet and innocent, and so goddamn tempting.” His hand strayed from her hip and slid down to grip her ass. He swallowed the groan. “I stayed away so you couldmove on.”
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Kate McCarthy grew up in a small town outside of Port Macquarie, Australia. Raised in a house just a short walk to the beach, Kate enjoyed the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere and friendships that come from being raised in a friendly, small town area.
She now resides in Brisbane, Australia, a city in the state of Queensland where she works as an accountant, along with a sideline wedding cake business and her writing.
She is married with two children, has two dogs and house in the suburbs, and a pile of friends and family dotted all over the country that help keep her sane.
When she’s not busy running after naughty kids, filthy dogs, crunching numbers, piping buttercream and writing books, you can find her curled up in bed in the early hours of the morning reading new books and re-reading old favourites. Her favourite books are the Black Dagger Brotherhood series by J.R. Ward in which she longs to eventually join the brotherhood and change her name to Phierce Mutha.
Brynn Michael has endured a horrific life. Heartlessly abandoned as young Eva, she was abused and victimized by the selfishness of others. Her early life renders her unable to truly let go and love.
Despite everything, she finds her inner strength and overcomes. She allows herself to trust her childhood love, Adam. With the promise of having her own family, it looks as though Brynn may finally have the happiness that always seemed unattainable.
But life takes a tragic turn and once again, Brynn is forced to face a life in turmoil. Will the arrival of a handsome stranger help turn it around or make it worse?
When the past unexpectedly catches up with her, Brynn must decide if she will embrace it or move forward on her own. Is love and happiness within reach, or is her chance gone forever?
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember~journals, poems, short stories. I always wanted to write a novel and started several over the years, but for some reason I could never see them through to the end. Until Eva came along.
I was abandoned as a child, at about the age of 2 or 3 which I strangely never gave a lot of thought to. Then I became a mother. When my youngest child was about 2, I watched him sleeping one night as I often did. But this night, I was gripped by this heart-wrenching realization that he was about the age that I was when my parents left me. Something stirred inside of me, and eventually Eva was born. “Leaving Eva” began as a story of a girl who was heartlessly abandoned, and then her story took on a life of its own. It was no longer the story that I began, and it became something else entirely.
I’ve always been somewhat of a late bloomer, but I am happy to have finally gotten in touch with my inner Author. She’s always been there lying dormant inside of me, reflecting in other parts of my life. But now she is awake and alive, shining through me every day.
I am very fortunate to have a wonderful supportive husband, two beautiful children, and an incredible family. I have a career that is rewarding and challenging and I get to work with amazing, funny, talented people every day.
Writing has been an escape, a refuge, and an outlet for me. I feel so lucky to get to channel my energy and my creativity through my writing.
With the Eva Series left open for a possible third book, I am moving on to a couple of other projects that are currently in the works. I hope that my readers will continue to stay with me through this journey as I grow and evolve.
I am so grateful for the support I’ve received and the amazing people that I’ve encountered along the way!
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Leaving Eva Playlist
Safe and Sound-Megan Hilty
I Never Told You-Colbie Caillat
What Can I Say-Carrie Underwood
Forever and Almost Always-Kate Voegle
We Both Know-Gavin DeGraw/Colbie Callait
Losing Eva Playlist
I Won’t Give Up-Madilyn Bailey
Beam Me Up-P!nk
Better That We Break-Maroon 5
Click Click Boom (Saliva)
Wasting All These Tears-Cassaddee Pope
1000 Times-Sara Bareilles
Already Gone-Kelly Clarkson
All We’d Ever Need-Lady Antebellum
Not Alone-Darren Criss
Look After You-The Fray
Life Ain’t Always Beautiful-Gary Allan
You Can’t Break a Broken Heart-Kate Voegel
Is It Over-Kris Allen
20 Fun Facts:
20 Fun Facts about Jen
I’m short, but I think I’m tall. I never realize how short I am until I am trying to reach something or unless I’m standing next to someone who is 6 feet tall or above. I’m oddly in denial about my lack of stature.
I have a bit of a potty mouth. It’s something I’ve wrestled with since I was a teenager. There was about a decade of my life where I was extremely disciplined, but not anymore. It’s so bad, that my children reprimand me from time to time (although I do show restraint around them something slips out occasionally).
I’m a teacher at heart. I love to teach and I love to learn. The entire process of discovering something new and grasping it is amazing to me. Watching my children learn how to read and do math has been a beautiful process to see unfold. I have a huge admiration for Teachers.
I can be overly zealous about something when I really want it, almost to the point of annoyance. Once I get my teeth into something, I’m all in. This trait has served me well over the years, but it does require either self-restraint or someone very strong to tell me “NO.”
I hate my feet. I get pedicures on occasion, but I think that I have Fred Flintstone feet. Square and flat L
I played the Violin in middle school and the trumpet in High School. Yes, I was a Band Geek. I didn’t play either instrument particularly well but I did have fun. I’ve always wanted to learn how to play the guitar, but haven’t gotten around to it yet.
I’m one of those crazy people you see driving down the road, music up, singing my heart out like I’m singing to at Madison Square Gardens for my Farewell Tour. I truly believe that I’m invisible in my car.
I am asleep before my head hits the pillow and I am a sound sleeper. Rarely do I stay awake with my thoughts, but they will wake me up in the middle of the night and keep me up once in a while.
I love Horror movies. Give me zombies, aliens, slasher movies, Freddie, Jason etc. The only movies I absolutely cannot watch are movies like “The Deer Hunter” where people are lost in remote areas and terrorized by (fill in the blank). Those types of movies freak me out in the weirdest way.
I was adopted. I was born in Seoul, South Korea and have no way of knowing who my parents are. I’ve been in the US since I was three. I have a deeply innate sense of gratitude that I get to be here, living this life, every day.
I hate lima beans! I think it’s a texture thing, but I am definitely not a fan. I used to gag on them with I was a kid. It’s really the only food that I despise.
I always think I’m cooler than I am. I am probably more like the ‘Nerdy Ronald Miller’ in “Can’t Buy Me Love” but I always think I’m more like ‘the Fonz’.
I am one of the least coordinated people you will ever meet. I always have a mysterious bruise on me from running into or hitting something. I walk into walls, I can’t dance, and I’m extremely ungraceful. I can walk in heels though, unless I’ve had more than a couple of drinks, and then I’m toast. Being required to do a line dance of any sort would be my own private Hell.
I am in love with Google. Yes, I would marry it if I could. If it weren’t for Google, I would be so dumb. I even had to Google “how to walk in Heels.”
I’m only funny around funny people. I’m not a particularly funny person on my own and I can’t write ‘funny.’ But certain people bring out the funny in me for some strange reason. I’d like to think that I bring it out of them, but I think it’s more the other way around.
I’m a much more laid back person than I was ten years ago. I look back at myself then and think “Lighten Up Lucy!” I’m either mellowing with age or gaining perspective, but either way, I’m easier to deal with now opposed to then.
By nature, I am a very impatient person. By choice, I am extremely patient with most things, now. It’s a daily war within me, but one I choose because the impatient me is very difficult to deal with.
I don’t have any tattoos. I don’t think I ever really wanted one, and I’m not opposed to them. I just don’t have any.
I’ve only ever had seven jobs in my entire life, some of them two at a time, and none of them I’ve ever left unfavorably. My current job has been my career, and I’ve been there for fourteen years. My parents instilled a strong work ethic in me, which is why I think I’ve learned to dig into the companies I’ve worked for and been able to learn so much.
I love trying to figure out what makes people tick. I do it with everyone, real and fictional. When I write, I will put a character aside for a while until they speak to me and tell me more about themselves. In a sense, I do the same with people. I love that every person has a story and learning about their story gives me a tremendous amount of joy. I love that everyone is so different, yet we all fit into this crazy world somehow.
Suddenly, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Someone was there in the backyard watching her. Somehow, she knew that it was him. She looked around frantically trying to find him. How did he find me? How did he know where I was? She felt completely naked and exposed in the spaciousness of the grass and the trees.
Maxie, their 80-pound pet lab lifted his head up and looked around. He seemed to sense something, too—almost as though he could smell him in the air. He let out a few loud barks as a warning while being sure to stay close to Brynn.
Thomas was close, and he was watching her. Brynn knew it. She felt the saliva building in the back of her throat, nearly choking her. It was a familiar feeling, one that she hadn’t felt for a long time. How can this be? How can he be here? He’s dead, gone for almost two decades. How can he be here now?
Brynn frantically gathered her things and turned to go into the house. Suddenly he was there, standing in front of her, towering as he did when she was young.
He glared at her, ice blue eyes piercing through her soul, hatred, and resentment radiating dangerously. Brynn was in danger, and she felt it in every fiber of her being.
Perfection. We all strive for it, but what happens when the desire to be perfect consumes you? What happens when the need to bury your mistakes blinds you?
Melanie Crane has always been the perfect daughter, friend, student – she’s been perfect at everything, in fact. But when she lets her insecurities, the ones that she keeps hidden from everyone, get the best of her, she falters in her pursuit of perfection. Melanie crumples under the pressure and buries her pain. Numbed by sadness and guilt, she is determined never to let anyone find out how broken she really is.
Bryan Mahoney may appear to have everything in order. He’s charming, witty and completely swoon-worthy. In short, Bryan has life all figured out, but appearances can be deceiving. When the landscape of Bryan’s family changes in an instant, he’s left to pick up the pieces.
Not all bruises leave a mark. Now, weary and afraid, Melanie and Bryan must find a way to let love heal their broken and jaded hearts.
I’ve always been an avid reader. Majoring in English Literature was a no brainer. Becoming a teacher and instilling my love for reading into my students was also a no brainer. I’ve spent the last ten years teaching and I’ve loved (mostly) every minute of it. When I was home on maternity leave for my third son, I discovered a new genre that sparked my creativity. My passion for writing sprang from my love of reading and once I knew I had a story to tell, I couldn’t wait to get it out there. I only hope that my readers enjoy reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A secret war has waged underneath the notice of humanity since the beginning. The Warriors inherited this fight and are honor bound to rid the world of an ancient evil by guarding the most precious, piercing light against the darkness – their female kin known as the Oracles.
Chantal Breelan has suffered from horrific nightmares for most of her life, believing something to be wrong with her to have such visions of destruction. But when creatures of darkness came crawling out of the shadows to hunt her down, her dreams became reality.
Now, Chantal has picked up the reigns of her birthright and stood by her Warrior kin. She’s on a mission to rescue others like herself. Yet in this challenge a battle of wits is exposed. New players are discovered, throwing strategies into question. When the truth comes to light, can Chantal hold her band of brothers together, or will they crumble under the weight of betrayal.
Allie Jean was born with an overactive imagination. She spent her childhood inventing stories and telling tales. Her mind never shut down, even while she slept. Vivid dreams containing extensive, elaborate plot lines of good overcoming evil villains captured her nightly visions, lingering into her waking hours and filling the pages of her well-loved bounded diaries. She was encouraged by her parents, even at a young age, to write down her tales, and it has remained a somewhat secret hobby. As a busy wife, mother and critical care nurse, Allie’s love of storytelling has been reborn through the adventures of her unforgettable characters.
Like a falling star she has come down to earth, landing painfully on the debris of a broken dream. What she thought of as love now seems no more than a wish left unfulfilled. Her future lies in the hands of two powerfully possessive men; each desiring her to the point of insanity.
Flawless media mogul Ayden Stone oversees her voyage of sexual awakening, introducing her to new experiences and a secret world behind locked doors, away from prying eyes. But … is he Prince Charming or merely the great pretender?
With a fighter’s instinct, Dan Rizler continues to box clever; taking his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. He will have his Princess one way or another.
Into this twisted triangle enters Elise Richards; a woman with a past and a passion for revenge: hell hath no fury like Miss. Richards.
This is a modern fairy tale full of romance, secrets and suspense. Elizabeth Parker is about to be caught, held fast by the hand of fate; but will she be caught out or caught up in an affair of the heart, body and soul?
When nothing else matters … you have to do or die.
I am a Teacher of English in a Private Grammar School in England. I have written creatively for years, having worked as a commercial journalist and a copywriter.
TouchStone for play is my debut novel and the first installment of the Story of Us Trilogy.
I am nocturnal by nature and love nothing more than stopping up late, listening to music and being inspired to write. I find music stimulates the senses and helps me to visualise the scenes I write.
I have few interests outside of teaching, reading and writing and would consider myself a home-bird.
From the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author who brought you the Nice Girl to Love trilogy, comes A Nice GUY to Love spin-off…
Brian Sullivan has been in love twice in his lifetime. He lost his first love to early-onset Huntington’s, and he lost the other more recently…to his brother. And somehow, his heart has managed to heal itself after both. Amazingly, without therapy. That doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten a bit more cautious, however. Lately, Brian’s been thinking that maybe his brother’s now retired nothing-but-flings rule isn’t such a bad idea after all. Unfortunately, as the unofficial nice guy poster boy, Brian isn’t exactly versed in the fine art of flings. So he looks to the outrageously ‘unique,’ inexplicably enigmatic, provokingly button-pushing Tessa Daniels for a crash course.
There’s absolutely no way he’s falling in love with this one…right?
Tessa has no idea what she was thinking telling Brian that she was some sort of fling expert. She’s never been flung before and she sure as heck doesn’t know where or how to begin flinging a guy like Brian. It was a temporary lapse in sanity—no doubt because of the can’t-help-but-fall-for-him brain fuzz that hits her whenever he’s around. Not only does the man have her being more herself than she’s ever been in her life, but he’s the only person she knows who seems to have as many demons and skeletons in the closet as she does. What’s more, he’s got her thinking of the one thing she stopped letting herself even hope for years ago.
National bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education who is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romance novels. Besides writing and feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, she can often be found tackling reno projects with her power tools and trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, or cooking ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. Violet lives in Hawai’i with her two cute kids and similarly adorable husband.
For once, Tessa didn’t have a snappy comeback for him. And despite his current state, which was anything but funny, Brian grinned over that as he flicked his tongue out to slide along the seam of her lips in triumph.
But then he nearly bit his own tongue off.
“Why wait?” she whispered, sliding a hand down past his waistband.
He jackknifed upright and flipped her onto the bed, pulling her hand up out of his boxer briefs to pin both of her wrists behind her back, wedged against the mattress.
She wriggled against him. “You’re always holding my hands down. Don’t tell me, you have a thing for bondage?” she teased as she tried to escape his grip.
When he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking sharply against hers in response, she stilled and met his gaze. “Um…do you? Because if that’s what you’re into, we can uh…”
Holding her wrists in one hand, he clapped the other over her mouth in exasperation. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Her body stopped squirming finally but there were still the equivalent of floating cartoon question marks in her eyes.
She was going to be the death of him.
“Have I fantasized about bondage?” he rumbled, his voice straining at the seams. “Of course. What guy wouldn’t want a woman at his sexual mercy for a change?” He let out another silent oath when her eyes sparked with naked, hungry curiosity. “Do I want to try it with you? Probably, one day. It’d be hot as hell. And if you don’t stop talking, that one day is going to be today. So for the love of God, stop pushing me before you sentence us to an even longer bout of hot, hard, take-you-six-ways-to-Sunday sex.”
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