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Tuesday, November 1, 2016

NBtM: Unwrapping a Marriage by Reana Malori and Michel Prince



Unwrapping a Marriage
by Reana Malori and Michel Prince


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GENRE:  Contemporary Romance


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What do you do when the love that once set you free, feels like it’s holding you prisoner?

Sterling and Elizabeth Jackson have built a life most would envy. A beautiful home, two wonderful children and a very comfortable lifestyle. Yet something is tearing them apart. With divorce looming, they are trying to make it through the holiday season for their family. 

With clashing schedules, demands from employers and two busy kids, the former lovers have managed to stay out of each other’s orbit, at least for a while. But Fate, or maybe their well-meaning family, has set them up on a collision course.

Past memories bubble up to the surface and there’s nothing to stem the flow. What once was amazing has turned hurtful and full of pain. But is that the real story? Is it too late for a couple who once lived and breathed for each other to find their way back? 

There’s a thin line between love and hate. Will Sterling and Elizabeth be able to mend a love that seems broken and lost, or will the final pull on the holiday ribbon unwrap their last chance to save their marriage.


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Excerpt Two:


Somber music started playing from the den and Sterling felt a pull to find out what Beth was doing. They’d spent too many nights ruminating within their own thoughts to ever know what the other might be thinking. This was their problem. Why had he come home determined to find a way to get his wife back, only to go into a separate room?


Rounding the corner, he saw her sitting amongst a pile of toys almost reaching the ceiling. Wearing only a tan oversized sweater and pair of fuzzy socks, she looked snuggled in amongst the presents she was wrapping. On the floor where she sat was her half-full glass of white wine, along with the plate of cheese, crackers, sausage and wrapping paper she was measuring. He smiled when he noticed the grapes were all gone.


“I’ve heard of divorcing parents spoiling their kids to compensate for the loss, but don’t you think you went a little overboard?” Sterling asked as he stood in the doorway of the den


Beth didn’t look up from the task at hand. Instead, the hiss of the scissors slicing through the paper disrupted the music. “If you must know, divorcing parents also forget important things, like their kids presents. Sadly, not one of these are for our children.”


“Then why are you being an elf?”


“Because Christine couldn’t be bothered with it I guess. Too much planning for her big trip back home to San Diego to think about the kids in Chicago.” Beth finished taping the paper to the box and then picked up an empty sheet of labels. “Damn it.” She stretched her neck and hunted around without getting up.


Sterling saw a pile on the desk across the room and pointed to them. “Those what you’re looking for?” he asked, a bit afraid to enter the Tetris like maze Beth had created.


“Yes,” she said as she pulled herself up.


Then he caught a glimpse of the crest of her ass right before the sweater dropped to her thick thigh. Sucking in his lips, he felt his hands tingle imagining the feel of it again. Tasting his way from the back of her knee around front as he worked his way to her core.





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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Reana Malori


Reana Malori writes Contemporary novels focusing on Multicultural / Interracial Romance. She firmly believes that love in all its forms should be celebrated and her stories reflect that belief. She hopes to weave stories that pull the reader into her world and helps them to share in her universe, even if only for a short time.
An avid reader since the age of 14, she decided to pursue her passion in 2009 and released her first novella, To Love a Marine. Since then, she has released more than 20 books, to include Weekend Fling, Escape to Heaven, Closer to You and Finding Faith.
When she is not writing, you can most often find her enjoying a good book as she is, first and foremost, a romance reader. Reana currently resides in Montclair, Virginia with her husband and two sons who keep her busy laughing, having fun, and making sure she doesn’t take herself too seriously.


Michel Prince


Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Michel writes new adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.
With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.


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Interview with Michel Prince and Reana Malori:

Where do you get inspiration for your stories?


Michel-Where don’t I get them is easier. It might be a half heard conversation, a strange breeze, a song or a weirdly shaped tree. And I always love a challenge. Although I don’t always submit for open calls, but I do like looking at the story ideas.


Reana – From the world around me. A song, a picture, an overheard conversation, or even just a funny situation that I’m in with my family. It’s always something new and different. Inspiration can come from anything, but I enjoy when the regular details of life generate ideas for a story.


How did you do research for your book?


Michel-Depends on what I need, legal things I go to the state’s bar association and review the legal precedence. Sometimes it’s talking to friends that live in the area. Other times I go to the place and immerse myself. If it’s historical research I have many different ways I research since that’s my educational background. My favorite way is to sit down with someone in the profession of my hero or heroine and talk about their career, especially for my football series. I love talking football with NFL players both current and retired.


Reana – It depends. I use the resources available to me via the Internet or people that I knew who have lived the life. Whether it’s a military service member or speaking with a widower who lost his wife, I go to the people who can give me the true honesty of what they went through and how life changed for them. I research the restaurants or locations where my characters live so that I can accurately explain the world around them. I use various methods, but it will depend on the universe I’m building within the story.



Do you have another profession besides writing?


Michel-I am a photographer, you can see my work on the cover of Unwrapping a Marriage. Also I work for a health care company in their business office.


Reana – I work in human resources at a cyber security company.


If you could go back in time, where would you go?


Michel- As a history major this is really hard for me. I’d love to just cruise through the decades, but there’s a part of me that’s always wanted to go back and meet Laura Ingalls Wilder. Not sure why since I read Maude Hart Lovelace, but if she’s anything like the TV show I know we’d be best friends.


Reana – I love the perceived simplicity of the 1950s and 1960s. I love the method of dressing, the hot rod cars, the music. I love modern day and all of its technological advances, but there’s a nostalgic feeling about that period of time that I would enjoy experiencing, even if for one or two days.


What is your next project?


Michel- My second book in my Love by the Yard Series, Second and Short is coming out in December. You’ll get to meet offensive lineman Dalton Gresham as he spends his bye week on a lake in Wisconsin no longer plagued with the fake persona he has to put out to the world.


Reana – My Four Kings series, which will be released in the Spring of 2017. Four different stories featuring men who are “everyday” guys. They’re not rich. They’re hard workers. They just live life. But during the course of the four books, each one meets the woman that completes them. I’m very excited.


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Love & Lager: A Cat Johnson Hot Seals Kindle World Novella by Liz Crowe Release Blitz

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Book Title:Love & Lagers: A Cat Johnson Hot SEALs Kindle World Novella 
Author: Liz Crowe 
Genre: Military Romance 
Release Date: November 1, 2016 
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Owen Taylor lost everything in Iraq—his best friend, his faith in humanity, and his leg.

Haunted by the past, and unwilling to accept the future, he takes an IT job with the Guardian Angels Protection Services (GAPS).

Former chef turned GAPS operations manager Lainey Jackson discovers a connection with Owen—a shared love of great food and beer. Terrified by his attraction to her, Owen shuts down, leaving her wondering if she’ll ever have a normal relationship again.

But by the time Owen can admit his feelings for her, he and his fellow GAPS agents must step in when the dangerous secret Lainey's been running from catches up with her.

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Lainey frowned and refastened her hair back in a messy ponytail, not willing to recall that bit of the day. She’d met five men, a couple of them in the workout room, and two sitting in Jon’s office poring over files. But one, in particular, had stuck in her head. He’d been in a spare, small office—more like a closet but with less character—in front of a wall covered with different computer monitors set up on a wobbly, cheap-looking table. Like the kind you’d rent for a party and cover with a nice tablecloth.

He’d barely grunted out an acknowledgment of her presence and hadn’t turned to look at her at all—which was too bad because he was quite the specimen. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, his dark tanned and tatted biceps covered in a sheen of sweat. She remained in the doorway while Jon and Zane consulted with him about some case or another, taking the opportunity to study his leg—or what passed for it now.

He had one of those blade-style prosthetics from right below his left knee. It was pretty amazing, and she wished it were polite to ask if she could see it closer. By the time she snapped back to herself, she realized the room had gone silent. She blinked and backed away from the man, still sitting at the rickety table, now staring holes into her with the biggest, most expressive pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he’d said.

“This is Owen,” Jon had said then. “You’ll be replacing him as the official FNG.”

She smiled at Owen, figuring he’d do what most men did and freeze like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds. Instead, he frowned at her and turned back to his screens.

“Owen is our IT expert,” Zane had said, filling the awkward silence that followed. “You know computer geeks. No accounting for them, sociability-wise.” He turned to Lainey and guided her down the hall toward a small conference room. Her ears were hot and her mind buzzing with the memory of him—the elaborate, interwoven vines inked on what she could see of his muscular arms were seared in her mind.

It had been a damn long time since Lainey had been physically attracted to a man. The last time it happened, it was an unmitigated disaster, leading her to her current state of broke and always looking over her shoulder. She set her jaw and forced Owen’s tattoos, metal leg, and amazing eyes right out of her brain.
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Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.



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Book Blitz for: Whimper by Crystal Crichlow

Dispelled by Terri L. Austin


Dispelled
A Null for Hire Novel
Book One
Terri L. Austin


Genre: urban fantasy


Date of Publication: Nov. 1, 2016


ISBN ebook: 978-1-946066-00-8
ISBN print: 978-1-946066-01-5


Number of pages: 340
Word Count: 90,000




Book Description:


They call me an abomination. A mutant. A curse on their kind.


I don’t let it bother me. Much.  


My name is Holly James, and what they say is true. I’m a freak of nature—a null. My mere presence zaps the magic from Others, rendering them powerless. That’s why they hate me. But here’s the kicker: I’ve found a way to profit from my lack of mojo.


Whether it’s acting as a mystical wet blanket in a dispute between pyromancers or keeping hormonal shifters from changing during a sweet sixteen party, I provide a highly specialized service. For a hefty fee.


When a young witch turns up dead, clutching an amulet cursed with black magic, my estranged grandfather asks for my help. In return for nullifying the necklace, Gramps promises to find my missing mother—a witch who vanished after my birth. Of course there’s a catch. He wants me to assist Cade McAllister, the arrogant sorcerer in charge of investigating the case.


Cade resents my existence, let alone my attempts to help. Still, I’ll do whatever it takes to find my mom. For my own peace of mind I have to know what happened to her, and I won’t allow anything to get in my way. Not even this crazy, irrational longing I feel for a hot sorcerer with the sexiest scowl I’ve ever seen.


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Excerpt 2:
Thaddeus Aldridge was a loon. What else would explain hubcaps and rusted mufflers hanging from a tree in the front yard like ripened fruit? Or the army of ceramic gnomes lined up in formation on the sparse brown lawn, waving gardening implements like weapons?
His ramshackle property stood six miles from the highway. The narrow, two-story house was missing more paint than not. Faded red shutters hung cockeyed next to filthy windows. On the sagging porch sat a ripped, floral sofa. On that sofa sat an old man wearing overalls—no shirt—chain smoking and using a Folgers coffee can for an ashtray.
Cade parked in front of the house and we stepped out into the heat. No wind moved the heavy, humid air.
Before we took two steps toward him, the old man stood, flicked the butt in the can, and grabbed a gnarled wooden wand from his pocket. “Get off my land. This here is private property.” He raised the wand, pointed it toward us, then looked at it with a frown. His eyes shot to me. “What the Sam Hill?”
“I’m a null.”
Surprise flashed across his features as he made a move to dash inside but Cade was there before him, blocking the screen door. “Sit down, old man. We’re just here to talk.”
The heavy scarf draped around my neck itched, and I rubbed at it while I climbed the weathered, rickety porch steps to get a better look at the loon in question. Thaddeus Aldridge could be summed up in one color: gray. Gray hair, gray stubble, gray skin.
His sunken brown eyes shot angry daggers at Cade. “I don’t have to talk to you.”
Cade crossed his arms. “According to section three-thirteen, subsection B of the Code—”
“Don’t quote the Code to me, son, I wrote the damn book.” He stomped back to the sofa and fell onto it.
“My name’s Cade McAllister. I’m a Council Investigator.”  
“I don’t give a hot goddamn who you are. This is my house, and you brought a null here. Now I’m gonna have to redo all my wards. You know how long that’ll take?”  
Cade walked from the door to perch his ass on the porch railing. I copied his move.
With a sigh, Aldridge lit up a smoke, squinting as he inhaled. He ran a thumb over a groove in the wand.
Wands were passé. Even Gran didn’t use a wand back in the day. They were a crutch. If you rely on your wand and find yourself without it, you’re screwed.
“Where’s Vane?” Cade asked.
The old fart puffed away. Soon his head was enveloped in a cloud of smoke. “How should I know? That boy don’t inform me of his comings and goings.”
Cade turned to me. “Go check inside. See what you can find.”
On the one hand, I really didn’t want to go into the house. Who knew what disaster lurked there? On the other hand, I was suspicious that Cade might discover some clue and not share it with me. No matter which hand I chose, it was a lose-lose proposition.
I looked into Cade’s eyes, widened mine in warning, and poked his chest with a finger. “We’re partners, don’t forget.”
When I walked inside the house, letting the screen door slam behind me, I heard Aldridge’s wheezy laugh. “I reckon she’s a handful.”
“You have no idea,” Cade rumbled.
The place reeked with sixty years’ worth of stale smoke that was probably embedded into the walls and scarred wood floor. Newspapers, old coffee cups, and dust covered every surface. I walked to the kitchen. It was even grosser in there. Years of food had been cooked onto the stovetop. It made the burger I’d eaten earlier rebel in my stomach.
I took in the kitchen and spotted the phone. He had an old-fashioned, yellow rotary attached to the wall. Rotary, for God’s sake. No redial, no phone history.
But next to the phone, I found a number written in ink on the peeling wallpaper. I didn’t use my cell because I didn’t want it to show up on caller ID. So with two fingers, I gingerly picked up the receiver and spun the dial.
A deep voice answered. “Hey, Gramps, what’s up?”
“Um, hi. Is this Vane?”
“Who the fuck is this?”
I swallowed. “My name is Holly James. Cade McAllister and I are—”
He hung up on me. Son of a bitch.
I grabbed my phone, entered the number in my address book, and walked back outside.
Cade had his chin propped in one hand as he nodded, listening to the old man.
“Probably using some ancient black spell to mask the signature,” Thaddeus said around a cigarette. “But when you run into the caster, you should find a trace of it on his aura.” He stopped to hack before spitting into the coffee can. “Sorry ’bout that. Anyway, you can’t hide a dark aura for long. Not without a continual supply of sacrificial blood and blowing through a lot of power. It always leaves a stain somewhere.”
Cade glanced at me, his eyebrows shooting up. “Find anything?”
“I called Vane, and he hung up on me.”
Thaddeus sniffed. “Yeah, he don’t like to talk on the phone none. Especially to strangers. And if’n he knew you was a null, he’d be even less inclined.”
“Well, thanks for your time.” Cade held out his hand, and the old man shook it. “Good to talk shop with you.”
“Come back and see me, son. But don’t bring this one.” He jerked his head in my direction.
I rolled my eyes and made my way to the Ford. As I did, I held the ends of the scarf up to my nose. I stank of cigarette smoke. Blech.
Cade took the gravel road leading to the highway. I slid my gaze to him. “I have Vane’s number.”
“Good.”
I waited a beat. “What did you mean back there about talking shop?”
“Thaddeus used to be an investigator himself. He’s still sharp.”
“Learn anything new?”
“Not really.”
“Did he tell you about Vane?”
“No.” He turned on the radio to block my questions.
I reached out and hit the search button. I was tired of classic rock. I stopped on a country station. “So what is Vane Aldridge and how did he know London? Why would he want to kill her? Bigger question, why would he want to kill Stephanie?”
“He didn’t kill anybody, Holly. Vane works for the Council.”
I stared at him in silence for a full minute. “What the hell, Cade? Did you know this all along?” I smacked my forehead. Of course he did. That’s why he’d tensed up when Mick Raven said the name. “How long were you going to keep this from me?”
“I’m telling you now.”
Seething, I stared out the window. What else was McAllister hiding? Probably a whole host of things. That just jacked my anger up even further. “What does Vane Aldridge do for the Council?”
“He enforces their decisions.”

About the Author:


Terri L. Austin is a mild-mannered writer by day and a reality TV junkie by night. She lives in Missouri with her family, and loves to hear from readers.


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