Thursday, March 15, 2018

New Release for Landra Graf and a Giveaway



Author: Landra Graf
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Afterglows Publishing
Bona Fide Beauty  ~ Book 1 in Bona Fide Series




She's going to lose her house.

Kathleen Baum has four months to complete the city's required code changes to her grandma's home. Otherwise, she loses it. Strapped for cash, Kat's only way to get the funds is to bargain with her devil cousin. She agrees to an unwanted makeover, but she's not good at taking direction, pretend or not.

He's going to lose his business.

Devid Esposito has worked all his life to build a successful image consulting company, but if he doesn't start bringing in new clients the business will be bankrupt in three months. The board is ready to oust him when his partner, Kat's cousin, enters with the opportunity to get his mojo back; all he needs to do is help Kat, with a makeover. Unfortunately, Dev doesn't take on female clients anymore since the last one broke his heart and used his tips against him.

When they find out they have a common enemy, his heart-breaking client is her code-breaking-whistleblower, and the easiest way to bring the foe down is to accept the other's help. Losing their hearts to each other was the one thing they didn't plan for.
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ASIN: B072S63QKS

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Grand Prize: A goody basket with - $25 Sephora Gift Card, 2 Contemporary Print Books, a pair of LulaRoe Tall and Curvy leggings,  Delicious Treats and more



Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.


Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Romance through Food from Alicia Joseph



 Fresh Italian bread, crisp salad, and chilled white wine are the perfect additions for this easy, yet romantic, meal.


  LINGUINE WITH PARSLEY & PARMESAN


Photo by Jakub Kapusnak on Unsplash
8 oz. linguine
1 tsp. butter
⅓ cup onion, minced
2 garlic cloves, pressed
8 oz. sour cream at room temperature
½ tsp. cracked pepper
2 tbsp. fresh parsley, chopped
2 tbsp. Parmesan cheese, freshly grated

Cook linguine as stated on package. Drain and set aside.

Melt butter in a large skillet over medium heat.

Add onion and garlic and sauté until softened.

Stir often. Be careful not to let this burn or the sauce will be bitter. Remove from heat and cool.

Stir in sour cream, pepper, and parsley. Mix with linguine. Warm over medium-low heat.

Sprinkle with cheese and serve.

Here's a little from Alicia's latest book.

“When a train runs over a penny, the penny changes form, but it can still be a penny if I want it to be. Or, I can make it be something else.”

Lyssa and her best friend Abbey discover a hideout near the train tracks and spend the summer before sixth grade hanging out and finding freedom from issues at home. Their childhood innocence shatters when the hideout becomes the scene of a tragic death.

As they’re about to graduate from high school, Abbey’s family life spirals out of control while Lyssa is feeling guilty for deceiving Abbey about her sexuality. After another tragic loss, Lyssa finds out that a penny on the track is sometimes a huge price to pay for the truth.




Prologue
1993
I was jerked from my sleep while the phone was still buzzing its first high-piercing ring. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand beside my bed. It read 4:17 a.m. I knew something was wrong.
The second ring was abruptly broken up and my mother’s muffled voice carried into my room. I was already sitting upright in my bed when my bedroom door squeaked open. My mother’s slight figure appeared as a shadow near my door.
“Lyssa? You up?” she asked.
“What’s wrong?” My voice was no louder than a whisper.
I watched my mother slowly make her way into the dark room. I couldn’t make out the expression on her face, but the stiff movement of the outline of her body was hesitant.
She turned on the lamp and sat down beside me. Her face was pale. She let out short, shallow breaths. It seemed difficult for her to look me in the eyes.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s happened?”
Finally, my mother looked at me with pain in her eyes. “Lyssa . . .” She smoothed her hand gently across my arm. “Abbey’s dead.”
I took in her words without an ounce of denial. The reality of what my mother had told me was instant.
My best friend was dead.


Alicia Joseph grew up in Westchester, Illinois. Her first novella, Her Name, was published by Musa Publishing in 2014. Her Name is a sweet, romantic story about a woman who believes the beautiful woman she dreams about is the real love of her life.

Loving Again is her second published novella. Alicia is currently working on a new novel called A Penny on the Tracks, a coming of age story about love and friendship. Alicia has many works-in-progress that she hopes to finish soon.

When she is not writing, Alicia enjoys volunteering with animals, rooting for her favorite sports teams, and playing “awesome aunt” to her nine nieces and nephews.





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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Character Interview with Landra Graf's Devid Esposito


Please Welcome Devid Esposito




Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Landra choose you to represent her/him? Well, I’m an image consultant. I know how to make people look in the most positive light. Take it from me, my author is good at the words, but looking the part is not always her forte.

Tell us a little about yourself? My name is Devid Esposito, but my friends call me Dev. I’m a Hispanic American male, born and raised in Fort Smith Arkansas. I have a younger sister, she’s a school teacher. At one time I thought I’d grow up to be a lawyer, but I found my love lay with helping men and women discover hidden skills and confidence through image consulting.



Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light? You might see my from time to time in future books. The series is called Bona Fide, my company is called Bona Fide which implies a few things. Though I’m going to let others take the lead.

Where have we seen you before? You haven’t seen me, but rumor has it you’ve seen my office manager, Victoria. She’s Landra Graf’s first heroine to be put into the world. She’s a lot more graphic than I am though.



Tell us about Kat what drew you to her? There are so many things, but the first was her innate sense of beauty. She tried to hide it with baggy clothes and a foul mouth, but she was truly a diamond in the rough. I also loved her sass. She’s not one to mince words and she makes me smile a little too much.



What’s your biggest turn ons? Honesty and an outfit that fits my woman’s body shape. She could be covered from head to toe, but if her curves are accentuated, I’m all in.

What your favorite Ice cream flavor, Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry? Can I say, all three? My body is a temple, most days, but when I chose to indulge picking just one flavor puts limits on the indulgence. If you’re going to dip into a treat, go all the way.





Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.





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Sunday, March 4, 2018

COVER REVEAL for NEW STEAMPUNK

COVER REVEAL for NEW STEAMPUNK

 Coming March 5 from Chris Pavesic, the author of Starter Zone: The Revelation Chronicles, the first book in a new steampunk mystery series. Looks like another best seller for this fine author. But you be the judge.


When the Temples north of Chiaroscuro are burned and followers of the Sun Goddess are murdered, Catherine, a bard of the Ealdoth Temple, sets out to find those responsible and to bring them to justice. With only the help of a traveling group of minstrels and a retired fae investigator, Catherine must solve the mystery before more people are killed.

 So saddle up your clockwork mount, buckle on your electro-dagger, and join Catherine as she finds herself pitted against members of her own Temple, rogue members of the Seelie Court, and a seemingly unstoppable army of undead.

 In Chiaroscuro it’s important to keep the faith.







Services were scheduled to commence in an hour, and Ernest needed to be ready. He struck a match and lit the first gaslight, watching the flame take hold and flare up. The light pushed back the shadows so parishioners were able to find their way to the pews without stumbling. He would extinguish the artificial lights right before the service so the effect of the sunlight illuminating the darkness hit with maximum impact as it flooded through the skylights.

The parishioners would marvel at how the Temple filled with the Goddess’s Holy Light just in time for the service. Ernest would marvel at the fact that none of them were smart enough to realize he flipped a switch on back of the altar to swing open mechanical shutters.

There was a religious stirring in Grand Marsh more powerful than anything Ernest had experienced in his ten years as a Sacerd. The services at dawn, noon, and sundown were packed. Few of the farmers went out to the fields. They worked in town on community projects or sat drinking at the tavern. Their wives remained in the town square, full of chatter, instead of staying on their farmsteads. Their thin voices filled the air. The youngest children were kept close while the teens clustered in protective packs far enough away to keep their discussions out of reach of their parents’ ears. But close enough to be in sight at all times. None of them wandered off.

Three times a day they filled the Temple, ready to hear his words. Faces tilted up to him. Man and woman, young and old. And none of his parishioners would confess why they were so filled with the Holy Spirit that they were neglecting their farms. They were afraid of speaking blasphemy. But he knew the reason, and it caused a lift in his heart that was not due to religious inspiration. They were scared, plain and simple, and it gave him hope.

Since being assigned to the far parish almost five years ago, a posting he saw as an end to the upward progress of his career in the Temple, he struggled daily to swallow his disappointment. It wouldn’t leave, and it was bitter. Bitter.

In this remote village, far from the bustle and industry of Chiaroscuro, the quality of his life, the texture of his life, changed. He longed for life in the city. The world seemed to have shifted into two zones. The pace of life for the city dwellers increased while people living in the countryside were being left behind.

Time’s arrow struck fastest through the densest populations. Sacerds assigned to any of the major cities made more connections and accumulated more power in a single week than he did in a year. Exerting influence was impossible when the spheres of power were spinning outside of his reach, moving too fast for him to see, let alone have an impact.

The wound to his pride stung the most. The elders had hurt his feelings. To be dismissed so easily, passed along so casually—it was like the swatting of an annoying insect. The Temple elders did not treat him as if he mattered, as if his family ties were consequential. True he was a third son, but of a noble line. And they assigned him to a rustic Temple to attend to common folk far below his station. 

Very little was required of him here. Or, more precisely, very little of what he did here interested him. He burned to return to the central Temple and to be part of the intrigues and power shifts. This attracted him more than caring for the simple souls of farmers and shopkeepers. Power was why he joined the Temple, and what he was now denied.

But not for long. The thought clanged in his mind with undeniable rightness. Not righteousness. It was an important distinction. Would the Goddess sanction his actions? Probably not, but he was past caring about her approval. During all of the ceremonies, all of the prayer and introspection, he had never felt any divine presence. He had never witnessed any miracles, and doubted their existence.

But power, oh he had seen the existence of power. Political. Social. Religious. Whatever you called it really didn’t matter. Get enough people to follow you. Enough people to believe in what you were selling. This was the belief that could move the world.

There was only one woman in his life he needed to please now, and she held no divinity. Merci had offered him a way out of this rural purgatory, and he had accepted. Truth be told, he had grabbed at it like a castaway might grab at a line from a passing airship. If the price were the damnation of his soul, so be it.

He glanced out the window at the transport coming down the lane. A high quality clockwork carriage with the Temple’s Crest stamped on the doors rattled over the boards strewn across the irrigation ditch and stopped, parking in the speckled light cast by the ornament trees planted along the lane. The carriage blocked traffic, but the driver did not seem to care. Elder members of the clergy, Hlytere, and above, felt they had the right of way. Others had to go around.

A pale, dark-haired woman emerged and stood for a moment looking around. She pulled the hood of her dark cloak over her hair and walked through the yard toward the Temple. Ernest’s gaze followed her, trying to imagine who this stranger was.

Her footsteps sounded in the aisle and, when he turned from window, she was almost upon him. Her speed startled him. When he saw her face to face he realized she was younger than he had supposed. Too young to be a Hlytere, but her use of the carriage meant she was favored by the Temple elders. The seed of jealousy radiated through him. He felt it in his chest and the pit of his stomach. He struggled to keep the emotion off his face.

“Greetings.” He shook her hand with a firm grasp. Her hands were small and smooth and white. “Will you come in for a moment?” He led her to the small reception room off the main area that contained a round table and several wooden chairs. He lit a cheroot, offered her one, which she declined, and they sat down.

“Please forgive me for calling on you so close to mid-day Services, Sacerd Ernest.” She paused. “You are Sacerd Ernest, correct? It’s not like me to presume.”

“Of course. I’m glad you came. I watched you drive up, you know, and I wondered who you were. We don’t get many visitors from the Temple here.”

“I’m surprised you don’t recognize me, cousin. Of course, I didn’t recognize you. So perhaps it’s not so surprising.”

“I’m sorry. I …”

“I’m from the cadet line of our family tree. My father is the elder son of the younger son of our line.” 

His brow creased in thought. “Grace?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile, reaching out to touch his hand. Her fingers rested there for a moment too long. Lingered. And then she leaned back in the chair and crossed her legs, which were slim and bare beneath her robe.

Sacerd Ernest regarded his guest, wondering that her physical presence should suddenly dawn upon him so. She was more beautiful than he had thought at first. Her skin was clear and lovely, and her eyes and mouth were made up carefully and well.
 
What’s her game? He licked at the perspiration that appeared upon his upper lip.

“I would like your help in a small matter. And of course I wanted to meet you.”

“You did?”

“Our sponsor has spoken of you with such affection.”

“Our superior?” He used the wrong word to see if she would correct him.

“Technically, I suppose, she may be yours. I’ve never thought much of the rules of hierarchy in the Temple.” She cocked her head, listening to noises from the other room. Some of his parishioners had started to file in for the service. “It’s such a mercy, isn’t it?’

Ah, code words. 

She must think she’s being clever, although he had no idea who could possibly overhear their conversation. It was only just dawning on him why she must be here. In his town. In his Temple. But he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was get out of Grand Marsh. Get back to Chiaroscuro. It didn’t bother him that people, his parishioners, may die, or suffer a fate worse than death. He just wanted to get out.

It’s not my fault if I’m following orders.

But that was a poor excuse, wasn’t it? Guilt flared, hot and strong.

Do you want to stay in Grand Marsh forever? Ministering to the townsfolk? Do you?

No … but he didn’t want to hurt people. Those conflicting thoughts pulled at him. There was the question of right and wrong. What was right for him might go wrong for others. But that was the way it had to be.

Thus he banished the guilt. When something inside of him tried to protest again, tried to tell him to think before he did this, he smothered it.

“When?” He didn’t have any time for nonsense. The quicker it occurred, the quicker he resumed his rightful place.

“In two days. I have some items in my transport that need to be set up in the Temple, but kept out of view.” She smiled and spoke a little louder so that the earliest arrivals overheard her. “I wish I could stay to help with the Mass, but I am needed back in Chiaroscuro.” She lowered her voice. “Officially I never left the city.”

“Of course.” He guessed that she had no desire to partake in the service. “I will help you with whatever you need.” Whatever may come of it, he had gone too far to stop now.


Chris Pavesic is a fantasy author who lives in the Midwestern United States and loves Kona coffee, steampunk, fairy tales, and all types of speculative fiction. Between writing projects, Chris can most often be found reading, gaming, gardening, working on an endless list of DIY household projects, or hanging out with friends.

 Learn more about Chris on her website and blog. Stay connected on Facebook, Twitter, and her Amazon Author Page.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Dianna Gunn never gives up

Toronto based freelance writer and fantasy author Dianna Gunn never says die and she forges ahead with energy and determination. This talented woman is dedicated to bring dreams to life. And she will with her new work Moonshadow's Guardian. This 90,000 word book is a sword and sorcery novel that aims to subvert and surpass common fantasy tropes. It's the first book in the Moonshadow Rising Duology, and after almost ten years of work, Dianna is ready to bring it out into the world. 

Here’s a little to peak your interest.

All Riana has ever wanted is freedom. Unfortunately, that's the one thing her kind cannot have.

Bound by the curse in her demonic blood for millennia, Riana has tried several times to bend the rules and live out her life in the mortal realm. Now her consistent rule breaking has drawn the attention of Loki, God of Mischief, the main tormentor of Riana's kind. But instead of punishing her, he offers her the escape she has always desired. All she has to do to is save the kingdom of Moonshadow from a mysterious magical plague.

Armed only with the inherent power of her own blood and Loki's pet dragon, Riana is determined to fight for the right to create her own destiny.

 However, when her mission forces her to destroy the last remnants of an ancient culture, Riana must ask – what is freedom really worth?

Moonshadow's Guardian is a tale about the meaning of belonging, and the struggle to create a future not defined by your past.

 But to make this novel become a reality, Dianna needs a little help from you.

  Moonshadow's Guardian has been through several extensive edits and rounds of beta reading. Dianna has invested a significant amount of her own money into the book as well. She has paid for professional cover art and the first round of professional editing.

 But traditionally published books go through at least three rounds of editing before they hit bookstores. Dianna wants to give Moonshadow's Guardian the same chances of success as any traditionally published book.

  Here's what your contribution will pay for: 

One round of professional editing - $950 – This edit will go beyond regular copyediting by focusing on clarity, consistency, clichés, overall style, and grammar and punctuation. This is more expensive than most copyediting, but also offers more depth, ensuring that Moonshadow's Guardian is a book you will love reading.

One round of professional proofreading - $250 - This will catch any spelling or grammar errors left over.

Uploading to Ingram Spark - $75 - This lets me gain bookstore distribution and increase the reach of Moonshadow's Guardian.

Maintaining an annual publishing schedule - Priceless - An author's career is built on their ability to produce books regularly. Publishing Moonshadow's Guardian this year will give old readers something new to enjoy and new readers something to discover.

Kickstarter Fees - The standard fees charged by Kickstarter.

REWARDS

Of course, this isn't all about what Dianna gets - it's about what YOU will get for your support. She has books, books, and more books for you! This includes not only copies of Moonshadow's Guardian and her first book, Keeper of the Dawn, but also donated ebook AND print copies of some amazing books from other indie authors:

The Defender's Apprentice by Amelia Smith
The Dawning of Power Trilogy by Brian Rathbone
The Best Weapon by Martin Bolton and David Pilling
Moonless by Crystal Collier
Starter Zone by Chris Pavesic
EPIC by L Taylor
Hair to the Throne by Meredith Katz

 To help Dianna succeed, please click HERE to contribute any amount to Dianna’s Kickstarter project.

Dianna L. Gunn is a freelance writer by day and a fantasy author by night. She knew she wanted to be a writer since she was eight years old. Dianna wrote her first novel for Nanowrimo at eleven years old. As an adult,Dianna quickly discovered writing books is not an easy way to make a living. So she decided to broaden her horizons, seeking another career that still allowed her to work with words. Her freelance writing career started when she became a marketing intern at Musa Publishing in September 2011 and quickly became a staff writer in charge of multiple imprint blogs. Since then she has worked with a variety of small businesses and non-profits to improve their online brands and create long term marketing strategies. Some of her most notable work has been for the tech education non-profit STEAMLabs and natural dog care company ProPooch. She is dedicated to helping her clients build successful brands and making their dreams come true. Need help creating awesome content for your business? Send an email to diannalgunn@gmail.com explaining what your needs are, and she will help you. When she isn’t helping her clients bring their dreams to life, Dianna can be found working on her own dream of being a successful fantasy author. Dianna blogs about writing, creativity, and books at The Dabbler. Learn more about Dianna on Facebook and follow her on Twitter.

Friday, March 2, 2018

New Release The Billionaire Trap

I am so excited to say I have put my toe into the Kindle Worlds series. Though my first I am hopeful it won't be my last.





Billionaire Connor Rankin has only two things on his mind—food and skiing. A beautiful set of hazel eyes make Connor change his priorities. The young woman in question is in trouble, so he has no choice but to help out. 

What’s a woman to do when her sister is left heartbroken and jilted?

Level headed, human lie detector Breanne Scott is going to make sure her sister’s boyfriend pays, but Connor isn’t what she expected. How do you know what’s true when everyone is telling a different story?

Can they negotiate a field of lies and deceit to find love on the other side of The Billionaire Trap?



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Monday, February 19, 2018

Monday Author Shout outs 2/19/18



I was so excited when Afton asked to join the Wiccan Haus series. She is ultra talented and a complete joy to work with.


So much talent at her fingertips. I had a hard time picking one cover but I went with the first book that started my love of her writing. D.L. Jackson is amazing,


Tiffani makes 1st person flawless. She sucks you in and makes you a part of her story. Her stories are beautiful written and I can't get enough. 



I admit it I fangirled when I first meet Lisa. Her worlds take you away from your own and they stick with you long after you finished (Reluctantly) the last page.

Brenna Zinn

 Now Available

Brenna Zinn might be one of the kindest and most welcoming people in the business. She also has talent to match. This was my first book I read of hers and it wasn't the last. A short story that has everything I want in a series. :)