Friday, April 1, 2016
Say You'll Never Love Me by Ann Everett Release Blitz
Book Title: Say You'll Never Love Me
Author: Ann Everett
Genre: Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2016
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Sometimes, all it takes…
…is one little lie,
…to lead you to the truth.
Why had she flirted with him? Big mistake. But before she could stop, the words rolled out. And holy hell, he’d flirted back. Stronger than the force of gravity, temptation yanked Raynie’s brain like a tug-of-war rope.
He must have sensed her turmoil. “If you’d rather not go to together, that’s fine. I thought it’d be convenient since we’re going to the same place, but I can come on my own.”
She laid a hand on his forearm. “No. That’d be great. I was thinking of something else and got distracted.” You know, ripping off your clothes and screwing you into next Wednesday.
Raynie ran her tongue over her teeth to keep her lips from sticking to them, but she couldn’t work up a spit. Why did he show up and mess with her emotions? With those gorgeous eyes, hot body, and kind heart. She wasn’t supposed to get involved with guys like Father Sloan. Nuh-uh, no way. But since sharing the sunset with him, she’d been fighting a fierce attraction. Well, it’d been there from the beginning, but the logical side of her brain kept it in control. Now the stupid side was thinking way too much.
She lives on a small lake in Northeast Texas where she writes, bakes, and fights her addiction to Diet Dr. Peppers.
Ten things you won’t know about Ann by reading her bio:
She’s been married to the same man since dirt, but introduces him as her “current” husband.
She loves shopping at thrift stores, because nobody loves a bargain more than she does.
She doesn’t remember her first kiss. Maybe hypnosis would help.
She hates talking on the telephone…so don’t call.
A really sharp pencil makes her happy…part of her OCD.
She secretly wants to get a tattoo. Shh…don’t tell anyone.
A charter member of National Honor Society in high school remains one of her proudest moments….she still can’t figure out how that happened.
She’s thankful wrinkles aren’t painful.
She sucks at math.
InnoGear 200ml Aromatherapy Essential Oil Diffuser- Wood Grain
I am loving this diffuser. It is so different from the others I own. This one is wide and flat and has a wood grain look to it. This one also holds 200ml of water. This has 4 timer selections and also 2 mist options. It also has 7 colors of rotating lights or you can choose a color and it will run static. You do not have to have the light running while it is misting and also do not have to have the mist running if using it for a night light. The light shows through around the mist hole and around the center when the top attaches to the bottom. I love that it holds 200ml instead of 100ml, I don't have to fill it as often. I love diffusers and have them running pretty much all the time in my house. Running a diffuser is a lot cheaper then running the plug in type oils as well. Those things are expensive. This just needs a few drops of any essential oil to make a room smell wonderful.
The diffuser is made of plastic with a wood grain look. The wood grain looks like real wood. This comes with the power cord, the diffuser, and an instruction book.
I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Zoie + Chloe 18-Compartment Honeycomb Drawer Divider Organizer
My lingerie drawer was out of control. Everything was folded but it was just messy, I had to search for what I wanted to wear. Now each piece has its own little spot with this drawer divider. My drawer is small as well so I was able to use this for the sock drawer as well.
There are 8 plastic pieces that fit together to make the honeycomb. You can use as many or as few as you need. The pieces just slide together. I used 4 in each drawer. The pieces are 13 X 3 inches and when all put together it is 14 inches wide. There were no sharp edges to hand up or cut into my clothing. They are made of a thin flexible plastic, and if to long for the drawer they could be easily cut to fit.
The holding area will hold a pair of long tube type socks or a couple pair of ankle socks, I can also put about 4 pairs of panties neatly in one. The possibilities are endless. You could use these in a babies drawer and place outfits int he same one. They would be great in a bathroom to hold washcloths and hand towels.
I am very happy with these and how neat my drawer is now.
I received this product at a discounted price in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Belloccio's® TAN Complexion Professional Airbrush Cosmetic Makeup System
In this kit you get everything you need to get started. You get a very nice make up bag, the air brush and a small wrench , the compressor, the hose, the power cord, 6 bottles of different colors, a bottle of primer, a bottle of bronzer, a bottle of blush, a bottle of air brush cleaner, a DVD, and a pamphlet. The bottles are small but very thin so they do seem to last a while. You can by more bottles here on Amazon and from their website.
I have never used a air brush system before. I have always done my make up the old fashioned way cotton balls and make up brushes. Because I have never tried air brushing I really have nothing to compare it to. This is a learning experience though I will say that. The first time I used this system I had to wash my face and start over a couple of times. It's not really hard to use you just have to learn how to use it correctly. This comes with a nice DVD to help you with learning but it is still one of those hit or miss things. I have wasted more of the make up then I have actually worn. This is not Belloccio's fault though, so I will not take stars away for my own ineptitude, I do wish the bottle of make up that comes with the set were bigger though. You are after all learning how to use the system and learning how to bend the colors to make the make ups right for you. This is not a 1 size fits all make up. It is very easy to make the outcome to light or too dark. So basically you become a mixologist with this system. To save on make up I started with the lightest color first and put a drop on a paper plate, then added the darker shades mixing with a q-tip and rubbing on a small spot of skin until I liked the color combination. I put my hair up in a head band and closed my eyes while applying. Use slow even strokes or you will have nice looking make up in one sweep and runny in the next. Also hold about 8 to 10 inches away. The closer to your face you are the thicker the make up goes on.
I received this product free in exchange for an honest and unbiased review.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Improbables by Jonathan Charles Bruce Tour
Improbables
Jonathan Charles Bruce
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Booktrope
Date of Publication: February 22, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-5137-0653-5
ASIN: B01BH86AWU
Number of pages: 334
Word Count: 107,360
Cover Artist: Ashley Ruggirello
Book Description:
Abigail Wren’s new life fresh out of college is dull, even with her (almost) dream job at the local newspaper. The only real excitement she can get is found between the pages of an endless stream of paranormal romance novels she can’t help but love.
Then, on a snowy night in December, Abigail catches a glimpse of what could only be described as a werewolf. Enamored with the possibility, her investigation leads her to discover a paranormal population—improbables—
Just outside of the sleepy town of Whitewater, however, a force of rage is building. Born of hate and delusion, a living cataclysm threatens to devour everyone in its path—human or improbable.
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Excerpt from Chapter Three:
The
trip back to the office was short and uneventful. Parking her car was also
characteristically nondescript. On her way to the front doors, Abigail realized
that the entire car ride had been on autopilot. Along with that realization
came the panic associated with losing a chunk of one’s precious life to
monotony. And along with that came a sudden worry that she might have flattened
a child without realizing it.
No.
Surely that would have been memorable—right?
Right
in the middle of a panicked mental recap of the events from picking up her book
to arriving in the parking lot, she slammed face-first into a surprisingly warm
wall of a person. She rebounded, only now taking in the red-and-black flannel
shirt she had plowed into. Her hands shot out in an attempt to keep balance. A
moment later, she felt someone’s hands on her forearms.
“Easy
there,” came a gruff voice. Pulling herself out of her daze, Abigail looked up
at the person she had run into, who was now also, kindly enough, keeping her
upright. He was scruffy, a mop of brown hair bleeding into a full (if short)
beard worried with the occasional silver strands. His eyes were an intense
green, which, coupled with the red in his shirt, gave his appearance an
unintentionally festive look. He was pale, but that was nothing out of the
ordinary, considering Abigail had forgotten what the sun looked like in the
weeks she’d been calling the Pacific Northwest home.
He
was cute. In a ruggedly handsome way. Like a grizzled lumberjack.
Perhaps
cute was not the word for it.
Abigail
giggled, suddenly overtaken with the silliness of what just happened. “Thank
you,” she said, certain she was coming across like an idiot. “You can let go
now.” She smiled. The man obliged, returning a tight-lipped smile that seemed
to err on the side of suffering-the-eccentric.
“Sorry.
Didn’t mean to…” he began before clearing his throat, “exist where you wanted
to exist at the same time.” He looked every bit as awkward as she felt, which
made her own discomfort slightly less overbearing.
She
swallowed sheepishly. “It happens.” She suddenly felt the need to clarify what
she meant, so she gestured back and forth between the two of them. “Existing at
the same time and all.” She realized that the gesture didn’t seem to quite work
in the situation, so she let her hand fall at her side as she averted her gaze.
“Try
as we might!” he said with an exaggerated shrug. They exchanged unconvincing laughs
before silence filled the void, mutated into a pause, then sat long enough to
be uncomfortable. While the quiet was maliciously evolving, Abigail couldn’t
help but trace her eyes up the man’s exposed and muscular forearms. When she
caught what she was doing, she wondered where her unintentional partner’s eyes
were glued—no doubt, here was another person in Whitewater who would take any
opportunity to drink in the sight of the newest and blackest resident.
Instead,
she was a little shocked—and pleased—to see he was staring at the ground. He
was legitimately embarrassed for slamming into her. In the city, if someone ran
into you it was either a pickpocketing or just a nonstandard and jostly hello.
In her hometown, it had been met with an impertinent huff and followed by a
subpar apology. Here… well, if this was the first, being bumped into was hardly
the worst way to get to know someone.
Hey,
mountain man Joe, why don’t we walk into each other in front of a coffee shop
some time? she thought. This Whitewater-only pickup line seemed dopey enough to
be charming enough to work—and she couldn’t help snickering at the thought.
“What’s
so funny?” he asked. She looked up at his eyes which had made a momentary
migration to her face.
The
smile from her laughter remained unbroken, but grew a touch larger. “Nothing,
just, uh…” She gestured to her temple. “I’m hilarious up here, trust me.”
He
tilted his head back, enough to give her a full look at what she assumed was
post-embarrassment face-saving stoniness. He nodded. “Sorry again.” And with
that, he brushed aside her, carrying some intense body heat with him, and
walked away. She looked over her shoulder at the man, watching him for a few
seconds. Something registered as odd, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on
it.
Regardless
of what it was that presently pricked at her brain, she shook it off. She had
spent weeks feeling exasperated when people felt they were privileged enough to
stare at her like a lab specimen; she wasn’t too keen on forcing that behavior
on someone else.
No
matter how green his stupid sexy eyes were.
She
turned around to the glass doors and jolted at the sight of Lacy Renault, the
woman in charge of business coverage. A tiny woman in her fifties with
short-cropped silver hair, she watched Abigail come in with icy blue eyes and a
gotcha-smile. She wore an immaculately tailored red business suit, giving her
the appearance of a circa 2008 female presidential candidate.
Abigail
stepped into the vestibule, grateful for the limited respite it provided from
the elements. “Were you watching that the whole time?” she asked, trying not to
look too confused by Lacy’s grin. The expression was becoming a bit too knowing
for her tastes.
“You
running into Collins?” She asked. She opened her eyes widely, teasingly, and
nodded. “Oh, my, yes!”
Abigail
shrugged. “Something I should know?”
Lacy
gave an embellished frown. “No, no. Just, uh…” She trailed off in the way
people do when overstressing a manufactured difficulty with words. “Glad to see
you’re taking in the sights.”
Well,
this conversation immediately failed the Bechdel Test, Abigail thought icily.
About the Author:
Jonathan Bruce began writing what amounted to terrible Star Trek: The Next Generation fan fiction when he was four… provided that you accept that “forcing other people to write what he said” is the same thing as “writing”. Although the original manuscripts are lost (or perhaps destroyed), we can rest assured that his prose has improved significantly since then. After high school, he began writing and directing plays which gradually improved depending on whom you ask. He discovered his love of a good fight scene after writing a Dracula knock-off which took a 19th century classic and made it less about Victorian yearning and 300% more about stabbing things in the jugular.
He has a Master’s Degree in History, thanks largely to his thesis focusing on MUSIC, a Milwaukee-based school desegregation campaign during the 1960’s. He also enjoys discussing/making fun of pop culture of the 20th century and reading books of a non-historical nature. In his off moments, you can catch him writing for fun or making inane movies about nothing in particular.
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Virtual Book Blurb Blitz Tour for Way to Go Series by Mandy Colton
WAY TO GO
by Mandy
Colton
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Way to Go: Veronica Lane works in
the travel industry in her dream job when she experiences a hellish travel day
ending in the loss of her job and stranded far from home. To make the situation
even worse, she drowns her sorrows in the hotel bar, and wakes the next morning
to a big surprise.
Gathering up the
remains of her dignity along with her travel bags, she returns to her hometown
in Peachtree City, Georgia. A community similar to a progressive Mayberry,
except with golf cart paths and carts. A lot of them. Her family is kooky. The
parents are sexually free and liberal, her brother is a golf cart cop with more
good looks and brawn than brains. Her grandparents, one from each side, live in
the same retirement community and maintain a constant battle while entertaining
the other senior citizens. The Grandmother on her dad's side is stuck in the
1960’s, and the Grandfather on her mother's side served in WWII and thinks that
the Japanese are still trying to kill him.
She calls inquiring
about a job in the newspaper, a group escort for a small tour company in
Atlanta. She is hired immediately and leaves the next day with her first group
to Jamaica. First, she meets a handsome pilot with the charter airline they
use, and then there is one unusual group participant that doesn’t seem to
belong. He leaves the group for periods of time and when things happen, he uses
MacGyver like skills to get them out of the situations. She is aggravated and
knows something is fishy and the bad thing is, the man is very charismatic and
she’s not just a little attracted to him.
Upon their return, she
finds out that the man is friends with her rather unconventional boss and after
a second unusual group excursion to Puerto Rico; she knows for sure that the
little tour company in Atlanta is not really what it seems on the outside. When
the truth is revealed, she finds herself unintentionally dropped into a new
career that she can't exactly add to her resume.
Veronica finds herself
in uncomfortable and hilarious situations, surrounded by crazy tour
participants, family, friends, neighbors, and pets. After a long dry spell, she
finds that there is suddenly an overabundance of romance, drama, and intrigue
in her life. Her life is now a sometimes very bumpy, yet exciting ride.
Way to Roll:
Secure your seat belt
and get ready for another bumpy ride.
Veronica Lane never considered her life dull as a single woman working in the travel industry as a sales representative—not until one bad day ends in the loss of her dream job, and desperation leads her to Cavalcade Tours. The fun quickly turns into chaos and eyebrow-raising questions. Disaster leads to a shocking revelation leaving Veronica disgruntled and unsure if she has what it takes to begin a whole new career.
Some time away, deep thought, and her own misadventures have her gathering up the remains of her dignity and returning to her job with its interesting group of colorful and charismatic cohorts...with one big change. She’ll no longer just be a tour escort this time. Milton Porter, the owner of Cavalcade Tours, owns another company with secrets.
With her mind made up, new skills, passport in hand, and her bags packed, Veronica is ready to roll out for new destinations. Things get hairy as she tackles the dual roles her new job demands, dodging wild animals, nasty foes, and sometimes even the new men in her life.
Surrounded by kooky tourists, Veronica’s adventures place her in some dramatic and hilarious situations, and each return home to Peachtree City, Georgia has its own drama with her family of oddballs, nutty bunch of friends, and their pets. Her new life is sometimes bumpy and filled with turbulence, but it stays an intriguing and exciting ride.
Veronica Lane never considered her life dull as a single woman working in the travel industry as a sales representative—not until one bad day ends in the loss of her dream job, and desperation leads her to Cavalcade Tours. The fun quickly turns into chaos and eyebrow-raising questions. Disaster leads to a shocking revelation leaving Veronica disgruntled and unsure if she has what it takes to begin a whole new career.
Some time away, deep thought, and her own misadventures have her gathering up the remains of her dignity and returning to her job with its interesting group of colorful and charismatic cohorts...with one big change. She’ll no longer just be a tour escort this time. Milton Porter, the owner of Cavalcade Tours, owns another company with secrets.
With her mind made up, new skills, passport in hand, and her bags packed, Veronica is ready to roll out for new destinations. Things get hairy as she tackles the dual roles her new job demands, dodging wild animals, nasty foes, and sometimes even the new men in her life.
Surrounded by kooky tourists, Veronica’s adventures place her in some dramatic and hilarious situations, and each return home to Peachtree City, Georgia has its own drama with her family of oddballs, nutty bunch of friends, and their pets. Her new life is sometimes bumpy and filled with turbulence, but it stays an intriguing and exciting ride.
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Excerpt One from Way to Go:
I was dreaming about Gremlins, an old movie I’d watched
years ago as a kid. The little critters in the movie were really cute, until
they got wet and then multiplied and wreaked havoc. Somehow they’d gotten in my
head and dragged a hot tub in with them, having some twisted version of a frat
party. That’s when my dream turned into a nightmare—fur balls popped as the
creatures multiplied, wiggling and wallering around squealing. All the bouncing
around and commotion started to nauseate me. My subconscious pleaded with me to
wake up and just make it stop.
When I finally opened one eye and turned to look at the
clock, a line of drool followed me. I smacked at my lips, grimacing at the
strange taste in my mouth, and looked down at my pillow. Yuck. I seriously
slobbered in my sleep?
Nice, Lane. Can’t wait to look in the mirror.
I swiped my hand across my mouth and slowly opened the other
eye. Looking down, I waited a few seconds for my vision to clear. No nightgown.
Drooling and naked. Not good signs. Blinking a few times, I looked around the
room.
Agh, shit!
I closed my eyes and declared in my head that I was still
having a nightmare. I would open them again and just be curiously sitting here
naked with a hangover. That’s all. One, two, three…
I opened one eye. Aww, fuck—I mean, fudge. What did I do?
Uhn…probably did just that.
There was a man in my bed.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Mandy Colton is
from Louisville, KY, and lives a very quiet life with her husband and teenage
son. She’s a fan of romance, fun adventure stories, and some occasional sci-fi
or paranormal thrown in. Veronica Lane and the idea for her adventures came
from her own experiences and career working in the travel industry.
She claims that
working in the travel business could be horribly stressful but was equally
laugh-out-loud funny at times. She enjoyed many priceless and comical
experiences with groups, friends, and peers. Even her clients shared humorous
adventures of their own. Her opinion is that there just are no better stories
than those that involve true life.
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notifications on future new releases! http://www.mandycoltonfiction.com
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