Featured Book Friday!

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Today is my first installment of Featured Book Friday!

Every Friday, authors can post in the comments below with a blurb or a scene of less than 500 words, along with one purchase link. I love all genres: Fantasy, Horror, Romance, Mystery, Memoir… you name it. I only ask that your book doesn’t contain extreme violence, erotica, and massive swearing. I would say family friendly, but I don’t always read family friendly, but I would like the audience to know what they are getting into.

Oh yes, and I will be purchasing all the books in my comments during the launch of this new program. I love the writing community and want to share your book with others!

Here is my example: (Book Name, Genre, Author, Link, 500 word or less blurb)

Broken Smiles (Women’s contemporary romance) by Tara Mayoros

http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Smiles-Tara-Mayoros-ebook/dp/B00NU69UMU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429284791&sr=8-1&keywords=Broken+Smiles

“Could you point us in the direction of the doctor?” Kort asked the group. “No one else seems to speak English around here.”
Pointing to himself, he said, “Well, I guess that would be me.” The doctor extended his hand and then retrieved it, as it was covered in grease. “My name is Rafe Watkins.”
“My name is Kort. This is Andi, and this,” nudging her forward but still in a protective stance, “is Laidan.”
While Kort proceeded to make arrangements with the doctor, Andi and Laidan exchanged glances. Andi nodded toward the doctor and wagged her eyebrows up and down. Laidan let out a small giggle.
With the smile still frozen on her face, she looked up at the doctor. His returning smile teased at his lips and stopped her heart for a moment. Her cheeks blushed fiery hot. Instantly, she thought back to the hospital in Denver and realized his effect on her had not changed one bit.
I wonder if he remembers me at all.
Panic turned her internal butterflies into a swarm of bees stinging as she realized he might recognize her, only this time, as Lady Laidan. Her eyes darted to the ground, and she lowered her sunglasses to conceal her eyes — and her identity. She ached to be in a place where people didn’t harass her and where she could be completely free.
Not that he could have noticed who Laidan was after she had cut her long, gorgeous hair and refused to wear the colored glasses. Even Andi had said she a hard time matching Laidan’s new image to her music. Now her hair fell to her chin with choppy layers that framed her face.
She heard Rafe clear his throat.
“I’ll show you guys where you’ll be staying.” He reached down and helped Laidan with her bags. Their hands touched on the handle of her suitcase, which sent an electrifying jolt up her arm. Quickly she looked up at him and was met with warm brown eyes that melted her worry. She hoped the sunglasses hid the softness mirrored beneath her eyes.
Andi broke their gaze as she said, while pinching her nose, “I hope you have better bathrooms than some of the places I’ve seen around here.”
Rafe laughed as he stood holding Laidan’s suitcase and backpack. “Sorry, Andi, was it? There’s one bathroom for everyone in the dorms to share.” He paused at the look of horror on Andi’s features and then pulled a sarcastic face toward Laidan. “I guess I shouldn’t say that the toilets are actually just holes in the ground.” He chuckled.
Andi threw her hands in the air. “For real! Laidan… seriously? This is where you wanted to go?”
Kort grabbed Andi’s bag and said as he nudged her, “Oh come on, Andi, it’s not so bad.”
“Yeah for you, cause you’re a dude!” Andi snorted.
“Just look at it as an adventure,” Laidan said, raising her eyebrows at Rafe. “She’s dramatic. You’ll get used to it.”
Andi huffed toward the dorms, and Laidan thought she heard, “All that money and this is…” She was too far away to hear any more, nor did she want to be reminded of all that.
Rafe strolled beside her. “If you ever need to use a real bathroom, I built one in my home over there.” He nodded toward the tree line.
Laidan gasped at the sight of his quaint little bungalow safely tucked in the trees. The wooden architecture looked simple, while the grass thatch roof flared at the ends with an Asian design. Beside the open shutters, the windows were breezy and welcoming. Laidan relaxed while looking at it. The bamboo porch wrapped around the front, and an ancient-looking swing anchored the space. It reminded her of the lake house.
“It’s wonderful,” she said, impressed.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “It’s not much to look at, but I call it home.” He stood tall, walked ahead, and then said, as if thinking out loud. “It could probably use a woman’s touch.”
His words sank deep, and Laidan stopped. While staring at the bungalow, the aching of belonging somewhere pounded with her beating heart. At that same moment, a bird sang out amidst the trees as if it had called her home.

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A huge thank you to all who stop by and for those of you who share your book in the comments!

Tara

32 thoughts on “Featured Book Friday!

  1. The Love Programme (contemporary sweet romance) by Zanna Mackenzie
    http://getbook.at/TheLoveProgramme

    Can a reality TV series about love help Lucy to sort her life out?

    Lucy’s childhood sweetheart Marcus walks out on his wedding to someone else and tells everyone it’s because he’s still in love with Lucy – even though he and Lucy broke up a long time ago.

    Having people think she was carrying on with someone else’s husband-to-be makes Lucy the talk of the town – and not in a good way!
    Lucy knows she’s innocent but people aren’t interested in hearing the truth. Even her boss wants to get rid of her –claiming she’s putting off the customers at the travel agency!

    The only thing for it is to get out of town for a while and, thankfully, fate seems to agree. As a last minute stand-in contestant on a reality TV series about love, Lucy ends up staying in a gorgeous Scottish castle where the programme is being filmed.

    Now, Marcus is trying to track her down in an attempt to rekindle their former romance and Lucy finds herself questioning her life and her choices – as well as developing confusing feelings for the castle’s laird, a man she’s told is definitely not part of the Love Programme and very much off limits.

    Lucy needs to figure out what (and who) she wants in her life – and fast!

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  2. I love your FEATURED BOOK FRIDAY idea! You are so creative and talented! My debut novel came out in February. SHADOW OF THE HAWK is a YA historical with a bit of romance. It is the story of Sooze Williams who sacrifices everything, including love, to save her family during the Great Depression. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TEPXNOW

    It is May 1932 and life in the timbered rise and fall of Western Arkansas has just gotten harder for sixteen-year-old Sooze Williams. With debt mounting and both friends and family fleeing, Sooze is determined to “do the right thing.” She promises her heart to a well-to-do man believing true love is just another loss along the way.

    But when her uncle is murdered and family is accused of the crime, Sooze vows not to be beaten. Is salvation within her grasp by relying solely on truth, or is it in the security of her intended’s money? Sooze must decide before it’s too late.

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  3. This is such a wonderful idea, Tara. Love it!

    Collide (urban fantasy) by Ashley Stambaugh

    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IX2EUVW

    Melina Rowe peered out of her bedroom window and wrinkled her nose. It was late October, so she knew it was cold outside, but it also appeared to be windy. These weather conditions weren’t her favorite, but she was determined to continue with her morning runs until snow prevented her from doing otherwise. She pulled her long brown hair up into a ponytail, slid a fleece headband on over her ears, and zipped up her coat before heading out her apartment door and down the stairwell to her bookstore below. The store didn’t open for another hour, so she had plenty of time. She took a quick look around and then turned to exit through the back.

    Starting off in a slight jog, she followed her normal path toward the park, taking in the city in its early morning state as she went. Traffic was light, and there was only a handful of people out and about. The sky was a dull gray, and brown, dried up leaves swirled and danced around her, giving the city an even gloomier feeling. She hoped the blustery wind didn’t mean rain was on its way.

    After only a few short blocks, the wrought iron gates that surrounded the park appeared alongside her. She picked up her pace and rounded a corner to her right, making her way toward the entrance, when she came upon an elderly man walking from the opposite direction. They met each other so suddenly that neither of them had a chance to move out of the way. Melina collided with the man, and it was in that moment that it happened.

    As soon as their bodies made contact, she felt a powerful surge of energy pass through her and then a bright white light exploded between them, knocking them both away from each other. Melina, who had been knocked to the ground, pushed herself up to her feet, wondering what had just happened. The sensation that went through her body was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was very sharp and intense, like an electric shock, but at the same time it was soothing and warm. The feeling still lingered in her body as she finally looked over at the man.

    After catching his balance, he looked over at her, and she noticed his expression of confusion and shock. His mouth opened as if to say something, but nothing came out. He stared at her for a moment and then finally he spoke to her.

    “You,” he muttered.

    “Excuse me?” she asked, returning his confused look.

    “You’re one of them.”

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  4. Devon’s Choice by Catherine Bennett
    Contemporary, Inspirational Romance
    http://amzn.to/1AMhNfY

    Life holds no surprises for Devon Murphy. Her life consists of keeping tabs on her aging Irish father, working part time at a coffee shop, and building her online graphics design business. Devon’s only tricky situation is a shallow relationship with the pampered and affluent Michael Turner, who sees her as just another woman to conquer.

    Following his father’s death, Brandon’s only goal is to expand the family business and live life on his own terms. That is, until he walks into the coffee shop one snowy evening and meets the enchanting, red-haired barista behind the counter. But can Devon and Brandon’s attraction for each other be strong enough to help erase their deepest disappointments and renew their faith in God?

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  5. Warm Hearts in Winter by Helen Pollard
    Contemporary Sweet Romance
    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O2BOMWU

    Blurb:

    Can two hearts thaw on the midwinter moors?

    Forced by circumstance into the world of temping, when Abby Davis accepts an assignment in the wilds of Yorkshire as personal assistant to a widowed novelist, she assumes he is an ageing recluse.

    Thirty-something Jack Blane is anything but. Still struggling to get his life and writing career back on track three years after his wife’s death, Jack isn’t ready for a breath of fresh air like Abby.

    Snowed in at his winter retreat on the moors, as the weeks go by and their working relationship becomes friendship and maybe more, Abby must rethink her policy of never getting involved with someone at work … and Jack must decide whether he is willing to risk the pain of love a second time.

    Excerpt:

    Footsteps sounded from inside, a jiggling of keys, and finally the door was wrenched open. A shaft of light lit the doorway, silhouetting a tall frame there.

    Blinking against the sudden light, Abby held out her gloved hand.

    “Mr Blane, I presume?” She tried for the most professional manner she could manage, but it wasn’t as successful as she would have liked due to the snowflakes catching in her mouth and her teeth chattering.

    When she gave an involuntary shiver, a hand shot out to quickly shake hers in response.

    “Yes. You must be Miss Davis. For goodness’ sake, come on in out of the cold. This is no time to be standing on ceremony.” He stood aside for her to clump over the doorstep, showering snow as she came. “I’ve been caught up in my work. I had no idea the weather had got so bad,” he said apologetically as he closed the door on the icy wind. “Let’s get you out of those wet things and into the warmth.”

    As her eyes adjusted to the bright hallway light, Abby froze – but not from the cold. Oh, no. This was not what she had expected, not at all. She’d spent the car journey creating an image in her mind’s eye of what her new boss would be like, in a desperate attempt to reassure herself that she would be perfectly safe working alone with a strange man out here in the wilds. That image was of someone much older, much stuffier. Casey had led her to believe he was a loner, some sort of unsociable hermit hunched over his writing all day. A widower, she’d said, implying someone middle-aged or even elderly. Someone harmless.

    Jack Blane was anything but.

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  6. This is from my newest Markson Regency Mystery, Brotherly Love!
    It’s now available for preorder-
    “M’ lord and lady, the Earl and Countess of Crossington.”
    “Mother, Father welcome. Please come in and have a seat. Tea will be here in a moment,” Kristina said with a bright warm smile.
    “My dear, might I steal His Lordship away for a few moments as I’ve a question to discuss with him,” Robert uttered softly. Accepting her nod, he turned to her father. “Eustace, if you’ll join me in my office so as not to disturb the ladies?”
    “It would be my pleasure.”
    Robert couldn’t miss the grin of relief the man wore, as if he seemed more than happy to escape whatever the two ladies planned on discussing.
    Leaving the women to their tea and the news Kristina soon would impart to her mother, Robert led Eustace to the office. Once inside, Robert asked, “Whiskey? Or brandy?”
    “The first as I suspect it’s from your distillery. If it is as excellent as I’ve heard I might have to invest a few pounds to assist in its production.”
    “Sir, I do believe you’ll find it to be one of the finest, if not the best, single malt ever to come from the highlands,” Robert pronounced, handing over a glass then waved him to the chair in front of the desk.
    Taking a seat, Robert waited patiently until Eustace took a sip of the amber liquid, smiled and nodded.
    “Yes, without a doubt this is one of the finest. How may I obtain a cask?”
    Robert started to answer when the sound of horses hooves in the forecourt brought his attention to the overlooking window. He was about to stand when Bing came rushing to the office door.
    “M’ lords, pardon the interruption but Lord Ethan Rosewood is demanding to speak with Lord and Lady Markson,” the butler barely got out through his panted breaths.
    “Wait a few minutes then have him escorted by two large footmen to Her Ladyship’s sitting room.” Robert then turned to Eustace. “I feel we should join the ladies and find out what he’s done or better still, not done.”
    From the shocked expression on the man’s face, Robert surmised he didn’t have a hint so this would be an interesting interview. Not to mention dangerous for Ethan as he’d all but been banned from both their townhouse and estate by Kristina.
    With drinks in hand, they removed themselves from the office and rejoined the ladies just as Kristina informed her mother of her change in condition.
    “Congratulations, my dear and Lord Robert,” she declared as they entered.
    “Thank you but right now we have a bigger problem. It seems Ethan has arrived, against my wife’s directive never to show his face here. At this moment he’s being brought to us,” Robert declared then stepped around behind his wife as he watched the man enter her sitting room.
    “I apologize as I know I’m not welcome here but I need your help, Lord and Lady Markson. It would seem I’ve been accused of murdering Lord Martin Lange.”

    Buy link- http://www.amazon.com/Brotherly-Love-Markson-Regency-Mystery-ebook/dp/B00W89UOL6/ref=la_B007NQAIIS_1_26?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1429297366&sr=1-26

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  7. Love it Tara!

    My book is QUEEN, an inspirational regency romance. http://amzn.com/B00P8ACR1C
    Here’s my excerpt:

    “I need a favor, Peter.”

    The older man regarded Despiadado with affection. “Of course you do. No one rides a horse this fine into such a humble hamlet without either arrogance or need, and since you’re not the arrogant type…”

    The old man’s words trailed off, and Owen grinned. “Sometimes horses like to visit old friends.”

    Peter clapped Owen on the shoulder. “Only one person’s ever stopped by to visit without asking for something.”

    “And who’s that?”

    “Queen.”

    Owen’s step faltered. Queen hadn’t been mentioned in a long time. “She’s active?”

    Peter shrugged. “I didn’t ask, and she didn’t say. We went fishing and talked about nothing.”

    “Did she say where she was heading?”

    A grunt. “Ye ain’t listenin’ to me, are you? I didn’t ask, and she didn’t tell me. It’s safer that way, always has been.”

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  8. The Duke Conspiracy – Sweet Regency Romance – by Wendy May Andrews

    http://amzn.to/18YsbHK

    Their eyes met across the crowded ballroom. Rose’s stomach tumbled and a wave of heat swept her as she took in his rugged handsomeness. He had changed since she saw him last, three years ago. She had always thought Alex’s beautiful sea-green eyes were his best feature, but the sight of them had never caused goose bumps to march up her spine as they did now. Previous to this, it had always been her opinion that girls who sighed over handsome men were silly widgets, but now she had an unforeseen empathy for them. The air of maturity that emanated from him suited him, she thought absently, as she struggled to breathe through the uncharacteristic fluttering of her heart.

    He had not yet descended the stairs so he was clearly visible, but she was surprised that he even noticed her, tucked away in the corner of obscurity such as she was. Her surprise turned to shock when she recognized the look of appreciation warming his eyes as his gaze remained on her for what felt like eons, but was undoubtedly a couple of seconds. She was torn with a maelstrom of conflicted feelings. A part of her preened under the admiration of the handsome nobleman, while another part bristled with indignation that he would even dare to look at her, considering their history. She could feel her mother’s indignation smoldering behind her, but she was unable to tear her eyes away. She almost wished she could go back to how she had been feeling just a couple moments before.

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  9. What a great idea! Here is a little about my upcoming release, available for preorder now!
    Healing Rain by Katy Newton Naas
    YA Contemporary Romance/Inspirational

    http://www.amazon.com/Healing-Rain-Katy-Newton-Naas-ebook/dp/B00UOEBS3U/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1429301615&sr=8-4&keywords=healing+rain

    Blurb:
    Some people just naturally seem to have it all. Until five months ago, sixteen-year-old Rain Sawyer was one of those people. She had the perfect life, with a loving, wealthy family and a strong Christian faith, complete with popularity, sports, clubs, and good grades.

    When one tragic incident shatters everything Rain thought she knew, she finds herself five hours away, starting over in a small town very different from her glamorous big-city life.

    Armed with a different outlook on life – one that no longer includes her faith – she struggles to create a new identity for herself. Determined to keep her dark past as secret, she navigates through a new school year, a new town, and new relationships while trying to figure out who she wants to be.

    Excerpt:
    The smell of blood – sickeningly thick, fresh blood – filled my nostrils before I ever opened the door. I didn’t recognize that smell at first; I had never encountered that much blood in one place before. But I knew that the smell was off, somehow. The room usually smelled just like my dad – a mixture of pine trees and cologne, a combination of aromas that I had never quite understood but they belonged to him. I knocked, but no one answered. Cautiously, I pushed open the door. “Dad?” I whispered as I entered.
    That’s when I saw his legs. His signature khaki pants and brown loafers stuck out from behind his desk. He was on the ground and didn’t move when I said his name, didn’t even twitch as I opened the door and walked inside. “Dad!” I called again, louder this time.
    Oh no, he’s had a heart attack, I thought. I rushed over to the desk to see his face. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks like a deer in headlights.
    I was frozen. My brain screamed at my body to move, to get away from the sight, but my feet were glued to the floor. My arms and legs suddenly felt like sandbags, and I collapsed.
    This is not my dad. There was no face, no way to identify him for sure. But it was him. I knew the shape of his body, the clothes he wore. But the pool of blood under his neck took my breath away.
    Who did this? Who did this to my father? I heard violent, blood-curdling screams, which I quickly realized were coming from me. I pleaded for help, still unable to get up off the ground, but it was useless. No one else was home.
    Or was someone else in the house? My heart stopped beating as I considered this. Someone had broken in, had murdered my father in cold blood. Maybe I was next. Maybe my whole family was next. At that point, I almost wished for it. Death would be a welcome release from the idea of losing my dad, the man I admired most in the world. My funny, loving, attentive, adoring father. My best friend. And now he was gone.
    And that’s when I saw it. The gun. The murder weapon that was used to kill my father was still lying on the scene. I stared at it, too shocked to cry or get scared or have any of the other normal reactions I should have had.
    My mind was racing but remained blank. I had to get up, had to call for help. Move, I commanded my feet. Get up and go call 9-1-1. Tell them there’s been a murder, get the police to catch whoever did this and make them pay.
    And that’s when my brain began to truly process the scene. The gun – the murder weapon – was in my dad’s own hand. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. And then the tears came, slowly at first before gushing out of my eyes until I couldn’t see straight anymore. I curled my legs up to my chest and hugged them, putting my head down on my knees as my shoulders shook uncontrollably. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
    I forced myself to look back at my dad one last time, just to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. He couldn’t have done this. He couldn’t have.
    I looked up toward the sky and asked one simple question: Why?

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  10. What a great idea! Here is a little bit about my upcoming release, available for preorder now! Release date is April 21.

    Healing Rain by Katy Newton Naas
    YA Contemporary Romance/Inspirational

    http://www.amazon.com/Healing-Rain-Katy-Newton-Naas-ebook/dp/B00UOEBS3U/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1429301615&sr=8-4&keywords=healing+rain

    Blurb:
    Some people just naturally seem to have it all. Until five months ago, sixteen-year-old Rain Sawyer was one of those people. She had the perfect life, with a loving, wealthy family and a strong Christian faith, complete with popularity, sports, clubs, and good grades.

    When one tragic incident shatters everything Rain thought she knew, she finds herself five hours away, starting over in a small town very different from her glamorous big-city life.

    Armed with a different outlook on life – one that no longer includes her faith – she struggles to create a new identity for herself. Determined to keep her dark past as secret, she navigates through a new school year, a new town, and new relationships while trying to figure out who she wants to be.

    Excerpt:
    The smell of blood – sickeningly thick, fresh blood – filled my nostrils before I ever opened the door. I didn’t recognize that smell at first; I had never encountered that much blood in one place before. But I knew that the smell was off, somehow. The room usually smelled just like my dad – a mixture of pine trees and cologne, a combination of aromas that I had never quite understood but they belonged to him. I knocked, but no one answered. Cautiously, I pushed open the door. “Dad?” I whispered as I entered.
    That’s when I saw his legs. His signature khaki pants and brown loafers stuck out from behind his desk. He was on the ground and didn’t move when I said his name, didn’t even twitch as I opened the door and walked inside. “Dad!” I called again, louder this time.
    Oh no, he’s had a heart attack, I thought. I rushed over to the desk to see his face. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks like a deer in headlights.
    I was frozen. My brain screamed at my body to move, to get away from the sight, but my feet were glued to the floor. My arms and legs suddenly felt like sandbags, and I collapsed.
    This is not my dad. There was no face, no way to identify him for sure. But it was him. I knew the shape of his body, the clothes he wore. But the pool of blood under his neck took my breath away.
    Who did this? Who did this to my father? I heard violent, blood-curdling screams, which I quickly realized were coming from me. I pleaded for help, still unable to get up off the ground, but it was useless. No one else was home.
    Or was someone else in the house? My heart stopped beating as I considered this. Someone had broken in, had murdered my father in cold blood. Maybe I was next. Maybe my whole family was next. At that point, I almost wished for it. Death would be a welcome release from the idea of losing my dad, the man I admired most in the world. My funny, loving, attentive, adoring father. My best friend. And now he was gone.
    And that’s when I saw it. The gun. The murder weapon that was used to kill my father was still lying on the scene. I stared at it, too shocked to cry or get scared or have any of the other normal reactions I should have had.
    My mind was racing but remained blank. I had to get up, had to call for help. Move, I commanded my feet. Get up and go call 9-1-1. Tell them there’s been a murder, get the police to catch whoever did this and make them pay.
    And that’s when my brain began to truly process the scene. The gun – the murder weapon – was in my dad’s own hand. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. And then the tears came, slowly at first before gushing out of my eyes until I couldn’t see straight anymore. I curled my legs up to my chest and hugged them, putting my head down on my knees as my shoulders shook uncontrollably. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
    I forced myself to look back at my dad one last time, just to make sure my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. He couldn’t have done this. He couldn’t have.
    I looked up toward the sky and asked one simple question: Why?

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  11. Featured Book Friday is a fab idea, thank you for inviting us all to take part. Here’s an excerpt from my romance novel, The Millionaire Plan, written under my pen name of Kay Harborne.

    Great. Here she was dressed to kill and without a clue what to do, Amber thought, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her dress. Everyone else was walking around in groups, or at least in pairs, chatting and laughing together, making her wish she’d taken up Callie’s offer to go sailing with her and Simon instead of wandering around Coombe Bay Marina alone. Honestly, dressed in this skin-tight extremely short white designer dress, high heels and the pile of make-up Callie had insisted she wore she might well have the word “gold-digger” written on her forehead.

    Well, that’s what she was, wasn’t it?

    Not for the first time she wondered how she’d let Callie talk her into coming there to try and hook a millionaire. It was mad.

    Insane. Immoral.

    And her only option if she didn’t want her parents to lose their home as well as their business.
    Spotting a café overlooking the marina, she bought herself a latté and was making her way over to one of the tables with it when a white yacht caught her eye. It wasn’t huge or brash like some of the yachts in the marina, but it was definitely classy. The sort a millionaire would have for his own use to sail around in rather than show off and entertain his friends. As she peered over at it, trying to read the name painted on the side, she collided into something hard. Her coffee cup went flying off the saucer, emptying its contents over a pair of cut-off denim shorts that were hugging lean, definitely male hips.

    “Whoa!” Strong suntanned arms held her steady. “You want to try looking where you’re going,” an incredibly sexy voice drawled in a strong American accent.

    “Sorry.” She looked up into a pair of twinkling tawny eyes that laughed at her from a ruggedly handsome face, topped by thick, light brown hair with sun-kissed highlights. Phwoarr! was her immediate reaction, but she quickly pulled herself together. She’d just spilt coffee over this guy, for goodness sake. The least she could do was apologise instead of drooling over him like a lunatic.

    “I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I was looking at the yacht over there. It’s fantastic, isn’t it? I’ve never seen one like it before.” Not the thing to say, Amber, she scolded herself. You’re supposed to be acting smart and sophisticated as if you come to these sort of events all the time. Not twittering away like an idiot and letting the first person you bump into know you’ve never seen anything bigger than a dinghy before. Then she remembered she had quite literally bumped into this man and drowned him in coffee in the process.

    “I’m so sorry,” she said, fully aware this was the third time she’d apologised but unable to stop herself gabbling. She glanced down at his wet denim cut-offs, trying not to let her gaze linger on the sun-tanned legs below them, then shifted her eyes hurriedly back to his face.

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  12. What a lovely idea, Tara. Here’s my latest novel, GONE FOR A SOLDIER

    Rulon Owen loves two things more than life–his country and Mary Hilbrands.

    When Virginia secedes from the Union, Rulon enlists, and finds himself fighting foes both in battle and in his own camp. He struggles to stay alive against all odds, with a knife-wielding tent-mate and a Union army that seems impossible to defeat. It will take every ounce of vigilance he has to survive and, with a little luck, he might make it home to his wife and the son he’s never seen.

    Forced to live with her parents for the duration, Mary faces a battle for independence. With a mother whispering that her husband won’t come home to her and a son who needs her to be both father and mother, Mary has to dig deep for strength to overcome her overwhelming loneliness and the unknown future ahead.

    Separated by war and circumstance, Rulon and Mary discover that not all enemies wear the Union blue.

    Marsha Ward

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  13. Mothering through the Whirlwind, Memoir-styled collection of personal essays, Tamara Passey
    http://www.amazon.com/Mothering-through-Whirlwind-Tamara-Passey/dp/099098401X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429304811&sr=8-1&keywords=mothering+through+the+whirlwind

    From the back cover:
    No mom needs advice from Young Mother of the Year . . . does she? In this collection of memoir-styled essays, Tamara Passey, the mother of three children, describes the whirlwind of navigating the medical world with a newborn in need of a transplant, her brother’s violent death, and her own health challenges. Along the way, she rediscovers her value and meaning as a mother—a discovery that will penetrate your heart and illuminate a new view of mothering.

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  14. IDEAL HIGH, Young Adult contemporary, Valerie Ipson

    Back cover blurb: There’s no way I’m taking Blake’s place as president of the student body. As soon as the memorial for him and six of our friends is over, I’m resigning as VP. Really.
    Except people say the fire was no accident.
    (I say it’s way too easy to blame someone who’s dead.)
    When I read the writing on the wall, literally, the bathroom wall, I know what it means. To get to the truth I have to come out from under my paisley comforter.
    But, seriously, what stage of grief says I have to be the one to fix what’s wrong at Ideal High? Maybe I’m the one who’s broken.

    http://www.amazon.com/Ideal-High-Valerie-Ipson/dp/0986424617/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429307425&sr=8-1&keywords=ideal+high

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  15. Diamonds or Donuts
    by Lucie Ulrich
    Within a few minutes, Sarah stepped into the light of the lamp at the end of the pier. Her white cotton sundress swayed in the gentle breeze. She smiled and waved. “I wasn’t expecting a
    welcoming party.”

    Kevin chuckled. “I got here late and the party is pretty much breaking up. Pip said you’re leaving Friday so I thought I’d come and wish you safe travels.” He handed over one of the bottles.

    “Thanks.” She uncapped it and took a large swig. “I’m sure Pippa wouldn’t mind if you stuck around for a while.”

    If not for a certain redhead, he probably would. “I’d like to, but I’m on early shift all this month.”

    “I can totally relate. When I get back to work, I’ll be on teacher shift until the end of the school year, which basically means sunup to sundown.” She took another sip. “Such is the life of a
    teacher, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

    “Got any big summer plans?”

    She sat on the step below him, pressed her back against the rail and stretched her legs out. “Actually, I might be making a move.”

    Kevin copied her moves, only he used the opposite rail so that he could look at her. “Egypt?”

    A faraway look clouded her eyes. “I wish.” She faced the ocean. “No, the place I’m thinking of is filled with friendly people, a new job, and a way to help me forget just how separated I am
    from the man I love.”

    He’d help her forget if she’d give him half a chance. He winced at his own thought. “And where might that be?”

    “Sunset Cove.”

    Electricity sizzled down his spine. If this girl was moving here, he was in for the greatest test of his life. “Really?”

    Sarah tilted her head his way. “If Pippa’s mother decides to offer me the job, which I’m pretty sure she will.”

    “And your fiancé is okay with you moving?”

    She huffed out a laugh. “Logan postponed our wedding and moved to Egypt. The only word I’ve received from him so far was a text message to tell me he’d arrived safely and was headed directly to the site. I love the man, but at this point my fiancé doesn’t have a lot of say in the matter.”

    The hurt in Sarah’s voice shamed Kevin for his earlier thoughts. He had no right to pursue her and vowed to keep his distance, starting right now. He stood and brushed sand from the
    back of his pants. “It’s getting late for a guy who has to be up at the crack of dawn.” He smiled down at her. “I wish you safe travels home and all the best in the future.”

    Brows squished together, Sarah pushed from the step. “You make it sound like we’ll never see each other again. In case you didn’t catch my earlier drift, I’m moving here. You’re a friend of
    Pippa’s, so you’re a friend of mine.” She slid her arm through his. “Guess we’d better get back before Pippa thinks we’ve run away together.”

    Run away together? This was going to be so much harder than he ever imagined.
    http://amzn.com/B00VR1IYIG

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  16. Kas, a Young Adult fantasy/thriller by Karlie Lucas

    http://www.amazon.com/Kas-Karlie-Marie-Lucas/dp/150780993X/

    Most teenagers don’t have a voice talking in their heads, but that’s pretty normal for Kas. It’s been there her whole life, giving her directions, keeping her from harm. When the voice advises against the family picnic in the mountains, she’s sure there’s a reason, but convincing her mom is another matter.
    While in the mountains, Kas accidentally stumbles on a gateway to another dimension. Almost immediately, her life is in peril. From a disembodied man known only as Milord and a hoard of hooded men who want her soul, she doesn’t know who to trust in this strange place where dreams become reality.
    As Kas learns more about who she is and how she came to the Waymeet of Worlds, it becomes clear that someone is lying to her. But is it the voice she’s known her whole life or the new friends she finds in Milord’s castle. Choosing the wrong people to trust could cost her soul and prevent her from fulfilling her destiny.

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  17. Hauntings of the Heart
    http://www.amazon.com/Hauntings-of-the-Heart-ebook/dp/B005Z8WJRY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319568032&sr=1-1
    Minnie opened the door, ready to say, “Welcome to the Lilac Bower,” but stopped before she made it to the second syllable. She clapped her mouth shut and slammed the door. The crash wasn’t loud enough. Nor did it rattle the plastic skeleton hanging on the back of the door. She was tempted to open it and really give it a good swing, but that would mean setting eyes on a man she didn’t care to ever see again. Five decades hadn’t been long enough.
    The doorbell rang again, and Minnie wondered if she could disconnect it. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Mark had warned her about playing with wires—or was it only the fuse box? She couldn’t remember. Either way, it’d take too long.
    How long could she stall? Maybe he’d go away. Back to whatever prairie dog hill he’d hid in for the last fifty years and stay there.
    Fifty years? It couldn’t be so long, but a quick look at the math confirmed it. Seeing him again made it all feel like yesterday.
    He rang the doorbell again, this time following it with an insistent knock.
    “Open the door, G’ma?” Wendy trotted down the hallway with an eyeball stuck to her cheek. “I do it. I help.” She reached for the door. It came open an inch, then she lost her grip and the door clicked shut.
    “It’s just—” and then words failed her. It wouldn’t matter to Wendy who he was. And Wendy would throw a temper tantrum if she tried to hold the door shut. Minnie supposed she couldn’t let him stand out there forever, as much as she’d like to. The sooner she opened the door, the sooner she could send him on his way.

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  18. We’re allowed 500 words? I’ve got three clips I can do and still be under 500 words…

    Her grandmother chuckled. “I don’t for a minute believe you’re going out there planning the sort of shenanigans that will get you in trouble, but I’m not a naïve country girl, either. That sort of thing happens when unmarried people stay under the same roof. One goodnight kiss can turn into a baby before you realize what’s happening!”
    “He’s not that sort of a man.”
    “Honey, they’re all that sort of a man. And for that matter, we’re all that sort of women.” (From Meet Me Midway, by Natalie Peck) http://www.electric-scroll.com/index.php?content=book&id=11

    Suddenly Glen realized what he was seeing. These must be Clod-fawns. They were huge! Jenna had been conservative in her description of seven foot lizards. These lizards walked on two legs and used their tails for balance. Covered from head to toe with bright, neon green scales, they reminded him vaguely of a tyrannosaurus rex, only with well-muscled, usable arms attached on the sides of their shoulders.
    The helmets they wore were shaped wrong for any dinosaur. Glen rather thought they would fit on his own head, though the squarish corners might be uncomfortable. Their faces were different, too; he could see them through the helmet’s clear front covering. They were definitely lizardish; red eyes with a slit for a mouth, and absolutely nothing where the nose should have been. Glen wondered absently what they would do if they needed to wear glasses, with no nose to hold them up.
    They wore black bits of stuff strapped to various parts of their bodies, and Glen recalled Jenna saying something about blast armor. It certainly looked like armor. Not the kind knights used to wear; more like a Roman soldier’s. Breast plates and back plates, helmets, and guards on the forearms and shins.
    Other than the helmets and armor, they wore no other clothing. Apparently the lizards had no problem with nudity, but then, Glen couldn’t recognize anything that modesty should prompt them to cover. (from Assignment to Earth by Scott Ashby http://www.electric-scroll.com/index.php?content=book&id=12)

    Once she was changed, she wrapped the dress around her blood-stained clothing, and threw the bundle as far off the road as possible. She chuckled.
    Climbing back in the car to continue the journey, she was still chuckling. She had to find the humor in the bad situations she kept finding herself in or she’d go nuts.
    Samantha looked intently at her. “Why are you laughing?”
    “If forensics tries to match those bloodstains, they’re going to be very confused.”
    “Why?”
    “I just got back from the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre.” (from Quinn by Marie Evergreen http://www.electric-scroll.com/index.php?content=book&id=13)

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  19. The Archer’s Hollow, fantasy romance, Peggy Urry

    Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Archers-Hollow-Peggy-Urry/dp/1482023059/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429315199&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Archer%27s+Hollow

    Smashwords link: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/241945

    The sun had just started its descent when Siri reached the mid-point of the lawn. She paused to wipe the sweat from her forehead and heard the clang of a bell ringing through the air. Siri spotted Master Kael hurrying toward the house. He motioned her to come in and they met at the front steps.
    “You are impatient,” he said pointing to the cart.
    “Oh, that.” Siri hoped her laugh would cover her embarrassment. “Honestly, it was no problem.”
    A stern-faced elven woman appeared in the doorway. Her eyebrows immediately climbed halfway up her forehead.
    “You brought home an ogre to tend the gardens?”
    Siri’s smile disappeared and Master Kael’s face darkened.
    “Nonna!” he growled. “She is a human!”
    Master Kael’s grandmother stood still for a moment savoring the air. Her eyes closed so slightly Siri wasn’t sure if it were real or just her imagination.
    “Of course, of course, a human. Come . . . hmm . . . I know, sit here on the veranda and we will eat al fresco rather than inside. When I return, you will tell us how you came to be in our valley.” She turned and marched into the house.
    The coldness of her last words sent a shiver down Siri’s spine and brought her dying mother’s words to mind, “Trust no one”.
    “She doesn’t like me,” Siri whispered as they ascended the stairs.
    “She dislikes humans. She thinks they are holding my grandfather hostage. I will tell you later if she does not rant about it while we eat,” came his hushed reply.
    Siri nodded and shot him a look of apology hoping he understood.

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  20. “You know, CeeCee,” Mama said, not looking up at me, “I was lost in the desert once.”
    I froze, afraid to move a muscle. I didn’t want to break the spell causing Mama to talk to me. They were her first words to me in two days.

    Thus begins CeeCee’s story. Behind the glitz and the glamour of the beauty queen mother lies a web of secrets. CeeCee is a child desperate for a touch of approval, the love of her mother. Her reality is her mom’s retreating back, abandoning CeeCee in front of a burning car.
    But somewhere amid the chaos and despair, CeeCee holds onto something precious, the only thing that drives her on – hope.
    Ghost No More is a memoir of tragedy, love, and strength that proves joy can be found beyond abuse.
    http://www.amazon.com/Ghost-No-More-Book-ebook/dp/B00IJ0AKRQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429320573&sr=8-1&keywords=ghost+no+more

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  21. The Sugar Babies by O.M. Faye

    http://www.amazon.com/Sugar-Babies-O-M-Faye-ebook/dp/B00VGMY3VS/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1429325985&sr=1-2&keywords=the+sugar+babies

    After we heard the front door shut, Evy turned to me with a gleam in her eye. Sensing dangerous waters ahead, I wrinkled my nose, making a face at her, and hurried back to my lemon.

    She cleared her throat. Where was a sinkhole when you needed one?

    “Do you know Isaac, Tess?”

    “Hmm?” I played dumb. “Isaac who?”

    “Isaac Burke? He is in your Advanced Chem class, isn’t he?”

    I hedged for a few seconds. He was much taller than me, a bit stocky. The only thing I could come up with about him was that he always wore polo shirts tucked into dark blue jeans and he kept his blond hair swept back and clean cut. He didn’t talk much. He struck me as the quietly brooding sort. He moved here last spring, rumor had it, from New York. A lot of people muttered that he was a snob when he first arrived, but no one bothered gossiping about him anymore. Old news, I guess. I was on the outskirts of high school society myself. Couldn’t really blame anyone for that. “Yes, I know of him. He’s never talked to me or anything, though. Why do you ask?” I turned around on the last sentence, having the sinking feeling that I didn’t really want to know.

    “Well, his mom works with my mom at Tyson, you know? She’s really worried about him. Did you know that his little brother died a year and a half ago? That’s why they moved.”

    The sinking feeling in my gut turned to an icy stone and my face felt really hot as this new information washed over me. I felt a little sick.

    Evy continued, watching my face. “I talked to him today. I had to run after him in the hall.” She smiled sadly. “I invited him to eat lunch with us. He didn’t, obviously, but I don’t have any classes with him and I was hoping that maybe you could talk to him while you’re in chem together?” She paused. “I was also thinking . . . um, Tess, don’t kill me, but what if you invited him to the Spring Fling? It’s our junior year—we only have one left. And it is girls’ choice . . . .”
    It took me a minute to find my voice. “What? Why me? . . . .”

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  22. True Colors by Krysten Lindsay Hager (YA clean reads fiction)

    Excerpt:
    A lot of girls at school were talking about trying out, but most of the girls at Hillcrest were jocks. Yasmin McCarty, the most popular girl in our class with one thousand-three people on her social media friends list, could win a modeling competition, but she would never enter because it would be beneath her to stand in line and wait to be judged on her looks. She was always saying modeling and stuff was so superficial, but she was also the same girl who walked around school pretending she was freezing so the teachers would let her wear her designer hoodie over her uniform.

    I dunno, maybe some girls just knew they were hot and didn’t need some TV show to confirm it. I loved watching the show, but the thought of going up there to be judged on how I looked scared me. I was afraid of the judges but even more afraid of Ericka. I knew she’d get mad at me if I didn’t try out. So while some girls were secure enough not to need strangers to tell them they were pretty, I spent the whole day trying to figure out the right outfit for my audition (and my dad wondered why my math grades sucked). I mentally went through my closet, and nothing seemed right. My clothes said American Couch Potato, not American Ingénue.

    http://www.amazon.com/True-Colors-Landrys-Series-Book-ebook/dp/B00L2G0YJS/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kstore_1?ie=UTF8&refRID=19X097FJ43N977K592MH

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  23. Beyond Vica by TC Booth (Clean Reads YA author)

    “I read your creative writing assignment. You’re a good writer.” Her voice is low and even.
    My head snaps up. She has my writing papers in her hands. I feel betrayed by my English teacher. My teacher said all writing pieces were between us unless she asks our permission to share them.
    “Mrs. Smith would like to submit it to a journal for young people, but she thought I should read it first,” Mrs. Hershey says. “It sounds like the land beyond Vica is a wonderful place. Tell me how you came up with Vica.”
    I study her for a long time before I answer. It’s not easy for me to let people in on my friendship with Sam. I’ve wanted to preserve every memory. Keep it tight, like if I share anything, it’s no longer mine. I swallow and tell her the story of Brody, Sam, and me naming the stars in the upside-down V. I leave out the details of how Sam said the three stars are us.

    http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Vica-T-C-Booth-ebook/dp/B00LMD7N1S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1404868108&sr=8-1&keywords=Beyond+Vica

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  24. Great feature, Tara! Here’s mine:

    Lost Witness (chick-lit mystery) by Marla Bradeen

    http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FG9J6MS

    Take one overbearing mother, one adulterous father’s departed ghost, and an unexplained tube of cherry ChapStick, and what do you get? A three-year-old question of who witnessed a man’s fatal car crash. Follow Betsy Holmes as she attempts to solve this haunting mystery. But brace yourself, Betsy. Your shameful family secrets are about to be exposed . . . and you may not like what you discover.

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  25. http://www.amazon.ca/Serenity-Stone-Murder-Marianne-Jones-ebook/dp/B00ODELIZA

    After a long winter in the small northern Ontario town of Jackpine, best friends Margaret Bain and Louise Gagnon are looking forward to a relaxing week of shopping, dining and attending a women’s conference in the “big city” of Thunder Bay. The last thing they expect to encounter is a mysterious murder right next door to St. Stephen’s Church, site of the conference!
    Margaret and Louise learn that the victim, Doug Whalen, had no shortage of enemies. As manager of the Thunder Bay casino, he had managed to alienate a lot of people, including his wife, mistresses, employees, and underworld business associates. Suspicion even rested on Thomas Greenfield, who took care of St. Stephen’s Serenity Garden next door to the casino, and who was a passionate opponent of the casino and its hopes to purchase the garden for its expansion.
    Ignoring advice and their better judgment, ever-intrepid Louise and Margaret become intrigued by the circumstances surrounding the murder and quickly find themselves embroiled in the investigation. Their search takes them on a wild romp all over Thunder Bay and the surrounding area. But when they begin to receive anonymous threats, are they getting too close to the truth for their own safety?
    For those who enjoy their cozies served up with a side dish of humour, The Serenity Stone Murder is sure to entertain while it keeps you guessing!

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  26. Jannette Spann

    Right Time for Love Contemporary Inspirational Romance

    AMAZON http://www.amazon.com/Right-Time-Love-Jannette-Spann-ebook/dp/B00U6NBWJY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1425497521&sr=8-1&keywords=Right+Time+for+Love
    BARNES & NOBLE http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/right-time-for-love-jannette-spann/1121320610?ean=2940151603751
    KOBO https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/right-time-for-love
    SMASHWORDS https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524597
    ITUNES https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/right-time-for-love/id973246621?mt=11&uo=4

    “You called a plumber?” He stared back at the truck in her
    narrow drive. His voice, deep and mellow, surrounded her like a
    warm blanket on a cold wintry night. But she didn’t need a blanket
    in this oppressive heat. She needed help. “I’m Gavin Wilkins.
    Grandpa said you were desperate, so I got here as fast as I could.”
    “Ah—yes, I am.” Brandy recovered her poise, peering
    around him to see what held his attention so intently. “Is
    everything okay?”
    He glanced toward her and flinched, his thick dark brows
    shooting skyward.
    Her ego nosedived. It was one thing not to attract a man.
    Some guys didn’t care for brown hair and blue eyes, but she’d
    never had one flinch from her disheveled appearance before.
    “The commode’s clogged and the fill valve won’t shut off.”
    She forgot about his reaction when a child’s head bobbed into view,
    bouncing up and down in the cab of his truck. “Is she your
    daughter?”
    “No, ma’am.” He glanced over his shoulder at the little girl.
    “She’s my niece. Her parents are on a mission trip. My folks were
    watching her, but they had to go to Ohio to stay with Granny Mia
    while our grandpapa’s in the hospital.”
    “I hope your grandpapa will be okay.” Her sentiments went
    out to his family and what lay in store for them. She’d spent some
    scary days sitting by her mom’s bed, not knowing what the
    outcome would be.
    “Appreciate your concern.” He shifted his tool box.
    “Grandpapa’s heart is a ticking time bomb, and Mama’s trying to
    convince them to move here, but they’re both in their late eighties
    and stubborn as mules. To make a long story short, I’ve got the kid
    for a while.”
    The bouncing stopped, and the child pressed her nose
    against the window, staring at the house, her eyes enormous. “Why
    don’t you let her come in?”
    He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “She’ll
    be fine.”
    Another clap of thunder rattled the windows, followed by
    lightning.
    “The girl’s terrified.” She reached for an umbrella, knowing
    she would never override a parent’s authority. But he just admitted
    he wasn’t her dad.
    He grinned, dimples creasing his handsome face. “She’s
    scared, or you are?”
    “It doesn’t matter.” The umbrella flew open, leaving a red
    mark near his left dimple and knocking his cap askew. “Oops.
    Sorry.”
    “You’re more dangerous than the storm,” he said, rubbing
    his jaw. His long lashes framed a pair of warm brown eyes smiling
    down at her.
    It felt like the floor moved without the aid of thunder. She
    wished for permanent water problems…until she remembered
    what plumbers charge.

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  28. Like everyone has said, “What a great idea.” Here’s my link and blurb for my YA Fantasy novel, “The Singing Stones of Rendor.”

    http://www.amazon.com/Singing-Stones-Rendor-Eidolon-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00PUS83WY/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1430492303&sr=1-1&keywords=neils+knudsen

    Endowed with a magical ability not seen since the ancient Rendor Empire, life for K’Las just turned dangerous—and he’s not even born yet.

    His parents hide him in plain sight for several years until they learn of a plot to seize an heirloom and enslave the powerful magical voices that blend with the family treasure. The family manages to escape the clutches of cold-blooded zealots from the Grand Peer that chases them to one of Rendor’s mysterious great henges.

    A wild and shrewd wizard who hides within the henge, learns of the family’s secret treasure and vanquishes one of the zealots, but not out of altruism. He too is covetous of the powerful treasure the family holds dear.

    Trapped between a ruthless killer and a crazed wizard, K’Las must quickly learn to control his nascent skills to help his parents best their foes. If he can’t, it won’t matter which of their foes wins—his family will surely die. Even if he does succeed, the hostile and unstable world order will not permit such unrestrained magic.

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