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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

U.S. Art Supply 5.5" x 8.5" Premium Hardbound Sketch Book




My Son In Law loves to draw and paint and this is a great sketch pad for him. With it being hard bound he can take it on the go with him. He really likes that there are 80 sheets in this pad and that the paper is 70 pound. He likes to sketch when they go some place and he sees something really nice like a sun set over the water or things along those lines. The wire binding on it makes it easy as well for on the go because the glue bound pads tend to give out and let the pages fall out. This one he will not have to worry about that.

We have other products from US Art Supply and they have all been fantastic. Their quality is top notch. This pad is no different. The quality is amazing.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

Excerpt Tour: Still Counting by Phil Fragasso


Still Counting
by Phil Fragasso

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GENRE: Chick-lit, bittersweet romance

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BLURB:

Adam Donatello and Nina Morales share an immediate and powerful attraction, and their future together seems assured. But love is difficult enough without adding complications – real or imagined – to the mix. Nina sees life as a thousand shades of gray, while Adam tends towards black-and-white. He wants to move fast; she needs time. Nina sees her past liaisons with women as immaterial to their relationship, while her disclosure drives Adam to a state of irrational jealousy. He doesn't know how he could compete with a woman; and his suspicions – which Nina views as hypocritical – lead them both to make decisions they may live to regret.

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EXCERPT:

“I can’t believe they’re actually paying me to do this,” said Nina.

She had just come home after completing her first after-school program.

“I guess that means you liked it,” I said.

“I absolutely loved it. The kids are great. Monica is someone I can learn from. And I feel like the students really responded to me.”

“I’m sure they did. The girls all want to be like you and the boys all want to be with you.”

Nina froze in place and glared at me. “Do you always have to be so damn cynical and crass!”

“I was just joking around.”

“Well, why do you have to joke around so much? And why do your stupid jokes always have to be at someone else’s expense? It gets old, Adam. Very old, very fast.”

“Whoa, Nina. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You never mean anything.” She turned away and then turned back to stare me down. “Everything’s always a joke. But this is important to me. It’s the first time I’ve actually gotten paid for using my art skills. It’s exciting and I don’t need you to try and drag me down.”

Nina stomped off to the bedroom to change and shut the door. I was left alone in the living room with a half-empty Corona and a head full of whirling doubt and confusion. Part of me knew she was right. I did tend to joke about everything and my attempts at humor could sometimes be hurtful. I’d heard all that before. A million times. From my parents, teachers, friends, and colleagues. Nina was also right that I “never meant anything by it.” And, even though she hadn’t said it outright, it was also true that I often found my humor far more amusing than anyone else.



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Phil Fragasso sold his first article at the age of 16. Since then he has written and published a wide variety of books, articles and essays. After many years as a corporate marketer, he left to pursue endeavors that were more fulfilling personally and more contributory on a societal level. Today he focuses his time on writing and teaching.


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION 

Phil will be awarding a $25 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn host.














Blitz for The Mediator by Candace Laville


The Mediator
Cupid Dating Agency
Menage 1, Novella
Candace Laville

Genre: Erotica (Paranormal Romance)

Publisher: Smart Heart Publishing

epub: 978-0-9931992-8-8
ASIN: B01AKVURTM

Number of pages: 77
Word Count: 20k

Cover Artist: Pam Palmer

Book Description:

That Kerry’s birthday falls on the most romantic day of the year sucks. That she’s set up on a date with both an angel and a demon sucks worse. But she’s about to discover that being trapped between good and evil makes for one hell of a good time. 

Mike and Cal, angel and demon, are reluctant business partners. To help them get along, Cupid sends a mediator called Kerry, but rather than working on a truce, the guys are soon locked in a different battle, this time over Kerry’s smoking curves. 

Explicit sex scenes, DP, and strong language.

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Excerpt 1:

Twenty-four hours. One big house and two hot men. No big deal.
I shrugged off Michael's jacket and stole a glimpse of his zipper region. If the rumors were true, those were no rolled up socks in there.
I sucked in air and handed him the jacket. "Thanks again."
He turned to find a coat hanger, while Cal took my arm to guide me into a hall.
We stopped at the threshold. Tall candles in holders provided the only illumination, shining light onto a thirty foot table.
That sure looked like a date to me.
Three sets of plates and silverware were already laid out at one end of the table, with bowls of steaming veg and meat in the center. Wow, the smell was fantastic. Like rich gravy and sweet carrots and home.
But then, I was starved. The only food I'd had all day were two bottles of wine, and some might argue that wine wasn't food at all.
"Guess we're overdressed, huh?" I pointed at the posh red wallpaper and high ceilings, the humongous fireplace in which a fire crackled, and the sumptuous chairs.
Cal glanced down at his black shirt, top buttons open, and his tight leather pants.
Crap. Another sock-like bulge.
"Maybe we should take our clothes off." He grinned. "There's no rule about having dessert first."
I sucked in a jagged breath, but rolled my eyes to overplay the rising dampness in my panties. "Please. You should have more control than that."
Michael stepped up and offered me his arm on my left.
I hooked in, perhaps clinging a little too tight, but he didn't complain.
In fact, he didn't seem like a complicated guy at all.
Callister was the drama queen in that pairing. I didn't have to glance over my shoulder to know his bottom lip was pushed out like a toddler's being denied its toy.
Except I wasn't his toy.
Why was it so difficult to keep a cool head? The sec I laid eyes on them, a switch inside me flicked. Some inexplicable compulsion drove me to stay by their sides.
Or more likely, good old-fashioned lust.

I may not have a type, but these two were definitely it.



About the Author:

Candace is a UK author who writes romance and erotica. Her first novella series, Cupid Dating Agency, is published by Smart Heart Publishing. When she’s not engrossed in writing, Candace enjoys traveling and sightseeing, and adding to her ever-growing shoe collection.

http://candacelaville.com/

Tour giveaway 

Two copies of the e-book

Two $20 Amazon gift cards

a Rafflecopter giveaway


Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Atalanta® Color Liquid Chalk Marker Pens-8




I love chalk markers and have used several different brands, as well as several different tip sizes. This is my first go round with Atlanta Tech and with fine tip chalk markers as well. I am very happy to say that I love both.  The fine tip on these markers has opened me to a whole new world of chalk markers, now I can do fine work as well as large pictures or writing. I also love the quality of these markers Atlanta Tech has made a great product and has taken the time to ensure the quality of these markers. They write very smoothly and there really is quite a bit of ink in the markers.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

US Art Supply 15 Piece Multi-Purpose Brush Set




I am not a artist by any means but I do love to craft. I use a lot of paint and other mediums in my crafts. This set of brushes is perfect for most of my crafting needs. There are 15 paint brushes in this set. All 15 are of different sizes, and even the handle sizes are different. I personally like the shorted handles as I feel I have more control of the brush. The handles are made of wood. The bristles are made of synthetic materials, some are stiff others are very soft. Which is also a really good thing for different projects I do. I really love this set as well as other products I have from US Art Supply. I love the quality.

I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.




U.S. Art Supply® Small 11" Wooden Brush Box







This small wooden paint brush box by US Art Supply is pretty much a work of art by itself. It is supposed to be 11"Wide x 4-1/8"Deep x 1-3/8"Tall, but actually it is a bit smaller is measuring the inside of the box. It is made of hand-sanded aged beech wood, with a oil finish. It is just beautiful. It will hold a lot of short handled brushes as well. It could also hold other things like crochet or knitting needles, pens or pencils, and more. The lid slides off and on via a groove, it does not lock shut, so you would want to store it flat or on the closed end so it doesn't come open and spill your brushes.

  I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.

tour for The Crow Box by Nikki Rae


The Crow Box
The Shadow and Ink Series
Book One
Nikki Rae

Genre: New Adult Dark Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: January 15, 2016

ISBN:
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Number of pages: Around 100
Word Count: 55, 323

Cover Artist: Nikki Rae

Book Description:

The small wooden box is dirty, the size of a human fist, and sealed with wax. When Corbin takes it upon herself to clean it and break the seal, a voice she has tried to ignore gathers strength. Shadows play on the walls at night, and with a family history of mental illness, Corbin fears the worst. But the voice tells her it is real. That its name is Six and it will prove it in time.

Drawn to this mysterious entity, Corbin isn't sure what to believe and the line between reality and her imagination blurs more every day.

Some doors should not be opened; can this one be closed?



Excerpt:
A tap on the window. Something that was too much like a tree branch to really draw any attention. Then it got louder. I shoved the pillow over my head, sinking its weight into the cool fabric and throwing the covers over my head for extra good measure. I almost forgot where I was until I felt the rough fabric of the blanket that wasn’t mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t care enough to exert the amount of energy it took. Instead, I rolled over, sinking deeper into the darkness surrounding me.
I knew somehow that I had slept through all the daily activities, through group therapy and arts and crafts and TV hour. I knew it was past lights out and I found myself not caring that it would all be monitored. I could stay in this room, in this bed forever. Somewhere between sleeping and waking, between my body and muddy, thick mind, I heard the voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but it was a gentle, almost cooing sound, like one a mother would use on a child who had woken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. But they were down the hall and too far away to offer me anything.
The blanket shifted and I couldn't see because my eyes were closed; the blankets and pillow still covered my head. A moment of quiet, then the mattress dipped in next to me, in front of me. My heart pounded in my head, my throat. A second later, the pillow slid from my head, but I couldn't tell if it was my own doing. My head was too heavy; my thoughts were too clogged to get one solitary explanation through.
Hush now, the voice whispered. It was right next to my ear, right next to me. I'll show you.
Yes. Show me. Show me how to be insane. Show me how to be just like my mother. I kept my eyes completely closed.
Corbin, said the voice. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the sound of my name in its tone. I liked how it hit me deep. It was the sound of sand being blown by the sea on a windy day. It was the feeling of fingers in your hair as you fell asleep, tangled limbs after a closely spent night. Softness and hardness of an intimate touch, one that couldn’t have possibly been delivered by anyone or anything else.
“Yes?” I hadn't realized I said the word out loud until my hot breath was bouncing back at me against the covers. I was afraid my roommate would hear, but her heavy snoring reassured me.
So you are with me, it whispered. Each word caressed my face, sent warm shivers through my skin and into the bone.
I opened my mouth to say something else, but I couldn't think of anything; I doubted I would even be able to get the words past my teeth.
Hushhhhhh, said the voice. I felt something slightly cold, yet not completely solid against my waist. It wasn't enough to make me shiver. It wasn't anything that woke me further from the drugs. My shirt slipped upward, past my belly button before it stopped.
I inhaled sharply and turned over onto my back, convinced that I was half-dreaming and if I switched positions, the dream would change just as easily.
A few moments of silence. A few moments of the tapping on the glass, the rustle of the wind outside as the rain pelted the roof. It lulled me back into comfort, back into darkness.
My little crow, crooned the voice. Again, right in my ear, right in front of my face. It made the blackness behind my eyelids shake, sprout leaves and take root. My precious petal.
I was almost unaware of the sheet moving off of me, the blankets shifting until I heard them rumple into a careless pile on the floor. My face became warm, the smell of damp dirt in my nostrils, the sound of static electricity zipping through my brain, setting off synapses to synapses.
“What are you doing?” I whispered. But my voice sounded so far away, like I was standing on top of a very high tower and trying to make my words heard to people down below.
I felt my hair being moved from my forehead, then a small, sweet amount of pressure applied there. Kissing you, my love.
I liked the gesture. It overrode any logic, any sense of self I could bring forth from the darkness.
“Why do you only kiss me at night?” I whispered.
Another small peck, warm and then cool against my cheek. I am strongest at this hour. The words slithered around my skin, crawled to the back of my skull like some creature that had suddenly sprouted legs. And you are most open to me.
“Open?” I asked, my head swimming with medication, my eyes glued shut, my body heavy with sleep that had yet to come.
I felt the slight breath of an amused, silent laugh. Yessssss, the voice whispered. Open, my crow.

I opened my eyes, but I was only met with darkness. I knew that it was all in my head as the dim room spun around me, but I didn't care. I didn't want to think about it or what it meant. It was easier to pretend. If I was the only one who knew, I was the only one who knew the truth. I couldn't be losing my mind if I was so in control of it.
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/jitYSz0-9LU




About the Author:

Nikki Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary, romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.

Website: http://www.nikkiraeauthor.com/

Blog: http://nikkixrae.blogspot.com/

Twitter: @NikkiRaexX

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