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Enjoy our selection of New Releases / Free & Bargain Books this week

Authors please feel free to add your own books
Readers please free to add your own finds
(any genre except erotica welcome)

This weekly link up is hosted by Beck Valley Books & these awesome book loving blogs…
Monday
Life as Leels | IrishdaisylovesRomance | Book Babble | All Romance Reader
Tuesday
It’s My Side of Life | Celticlady’s Reviews | First Time Mommy Adventures | Bound 2 Escape
Wednesday
Beck Valley BooksA Library of Reviews | Cinnamon Hollow Reviews
Thursday
Miki’s Hope | Taking Time for Mommy | Nicki’s Nook
Friday
Ebook Addicts | I Love Romance | A Bit Bookish | Mother Distracted | Colorimetry
Saturday
Totally Addicted to Reading | 3 Partners in Shopping | Angie’s Angle I Creat Purty Thangs | Wishful Endings
Sunday
Lynchburg Mama | LibriAmoriMieiAli – The Dragon Slayer | Wondermom WannabeMy Bizzy World |
Deal Sharing Aunt 

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#ReleaseDay ~ She Wants it All by Jessica Calla @BookFishBooks @jess_calla #BookBoost

NEW RELEASE! SHE WANTS IT ALL (Book 3, Sheridan Hall Series)

Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: May 16, 2017
Publisher: BookFish Books
Cover Designer: Anita B. Carroll, Race-Point US


 

About She Wants it All…

Happy to sing cover songs with his band and float through New Jersey University with little to no effort, Dave Novak spends the first week of college partying. Then he meets Maggie Patrinski. Performing on stage in front of hundreds is easy for Dave, but the mere thought of Maggie sends his heart racing and turns him into a bumbling idiot. Even so, he can’t get her out of his mind.


Maggie’s not exactly thrilled when her roommate sets her up with Second Floor Dave, the hottie with a reputation. Not only has she just had her heart broken, but she’s vying for a competitive summer internship and studying to become a vet. She doesn’t have time for guys and isn’t interested in falling in love, especially when she may be moving across the country for the summer.


But as Maggie gets to know Dave, his charm wins her over and she falls hard and fast. The problem? Maggie has goals, Dave doesn’t. Maggie studies, Dave doesn’t. Maggie wants it all, Dave only wants her. With their summer plans up in the air and past mistakes creeping back into their lives, their future together is uncertain. The only thing they’re sure of is that when they’re together, they’re better.


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Other Books In the Sheridan Hall Series…

SHE LAUGHS IN PINK (Book 1, Sheridan Hall Series)

Purchase Here

 

SHE RUNS AWAY (Book 2, Sheridan Hall Series)


About the Author…



Jessica Calla is a contemporary romance, new adult, and women’s fiction author who moonlights during the day as an attorney. If she’s not writing, lawyering, or parenting, you’ll most likely find her at the movies, scrolling through her Twitter feed, or gulping down various forms of caffeine (sometimes all three at once).


Jessica is a member of Romance Writers of America, involved in the Contemporary, Young Adult, and New Jersey Chapters, and is a member of the Women’s Fiction Writers Association. A Jersey girl through and through, she resides in the central part of the state with her husband, two sons, and dog.


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#BlogTour ~ Just One Life by Pat Abercromby #Extract @gilbster1000 @Authoright @AuthorightUKPR

When you realise you have just one life left to live, how do you make peace with the mistakes of your past?
Fran should be looking back on her life with pride. She’s risen to the top of the job ladder, having left behind a council housing estate in post-war Glasgow, to forge a colourful, fulfilling career and enjoy all the trappings of success.
But instead, Fran is consumed by regret. A shocking revelation has cast her life, and her thirty-year marriage, asunder. She finds herself the full-time carer for her husband, a man she now accepts, she has never loved. The sacrifices she has made, the personal freedoms she has lost, have left Fran crushed. Her free-spirited friend Iona is her one salvation. Their friendship has survived the storms of conflict and loss since childhood, their deep affection for one another the only constant remaining in Fran’s life, a life she no longer recognises as her own.
Her husband’s new brush with death will give Fran the chance to reflect on what she has left, the choices she has made and the two men she has loved and lost.
Can Fran find a way through the ruins of her marriage and find inner peace, to make the most of what remains of her life’s journey?
Amazon UK – Here

About the Author

Living in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, Pat Abercromby has enjoyed a varied career – from recruitment consultant to journalist in Saudi Arabia and massage therapist – eventually setting up a training school for Seated Acupressure Massage. Today she continues to work within the field of corporate wellness with her business partner Davina Thomson with their joint company Wellbeing Direct. She also co-wrote and published Seated Acupressure Massage with Davina Thomson in 2000. In her spare time, Pat enjoys being an active member of her local creative writing group, classical music and the outdoors.

Extract 

Fran and Rob’s marriage hit a low ebb when they were living in Germany. Rob is a pilot and Fran found out about an affair he was having. Although devastated at the time, Fran decided to forgive him and give their marriage another chance for the sake of their two young daughters. Rob signed a contract to fly for Saudi Arabian airlines and Fran got work as a journalist always hoping that her relationship with Rob would improve. Sadly Rob became more and more uncommunicative and moody, always wanting to fly the London trips. Ultimately this pushed Fran into the arms of a wealthy Saudi national that she was asked to interview…
 Just One Life

When Rob wasn’t flying, they went to the beach at the weekends. They rented a part-share in a large family beach-hut on a gated waterfront compound, used exclusively by the expatriates. Rob, always highly competitive, had taken up windsurfing and spent all their family days at the beach, racing in competitions on the Red Sea.

At first Fran and the girls had watched fascinated, as he assembled the rig on the beach, pushed it into the shallow water, slipped his feet into the stirrups on the board, hauled up the huge sail and somehow caught the offshore wind. He would skilfully pull on the boom, tacking and gybing, turning the nose of his board away from and into the wind to be first at the start position for the race.

The girls would jump up and down with excitement as they watched the competitors’ colourful sails approaching. The windsurfers zig-zagged their way back to shore to avoid going over the banks of coral reefs which lay concealed just under the surface of the sea. Sometimes Rob’s multi-coloured sailboard lead the way. There would be several races during the day. Rob entered every single one of them.

The girls soon lost interest and would skip away to play with the other children, jumping in and out of the waves that kissed the sand and searching for crabs in the shallow water, as warm as a tepid bath. Fran stuck around for a while the first few times they went to the beach. Being supportive. But eventually it was just too boring standing at the water’s edge watching the windsurfers waiting for yet another race to start. Seeing Rob disappear towards the horizon just felt like a metaphor for the state of their marriage. Rob was always leaving, returning, briefly touching base before disappearing again.

Fran could feel the now familiar hollow emptiness that was pervading her being more and more these days. She stood barefoot at the edge of the water, watching the lapping waves pushing grains of sand between her toes. This, she thought, must be what loneliness feels like. Any connection she had known with Rob seemed to be stretching out further and further. Her optimism about their fresh start after the ghastly events in Germany was wearing thin. He was just so remote, like an island out at sea. Unreachable.

‘Fran, we want you to set up an interview with Akram Bashara. We need another feel-good piece for the ‘In Flight’ magazine. That piece you wrote for us on The Falcon Breeding Centre was popular. See if you can do something similar on Bashara.’ Joe Bartlett was the wiry, hyperactive editor of the Arab Chronicle and more recently, the ‘In Flight’ magazine for Saudia, the flag-carrying airline for Saudi Arabia. Fran had started off her career as a journalist with the newspaper, by submitting a few self-deprecating pieces about her own experience of expatriate life in the Kingdom and had been surprised and gratified when they were published. They were very lightweight, but the newspaper was short of English speaking writers.

She silently thanked poor deceased Graham Gordon, her old buddy from the Glasgow Express for giving her the chance at writing for newspapers all those years ago and for giving her a few tips on journalese. The Al Faisal Falcon Breeding Centre story was her best to date. She had travelled with Rob and the girls, south to the Asir region, to interview the eccentric English falcon breeder who ran the Centre and had stayed there for two days on top of Al Suda mountain. The Centre was up near the top of the mountain and Fran had watched fascinated and awe-struck as the stunning creamy-feathered Saker falcons glided on the thermals above the clouds, returning to their perches at night. It was marvellous copy to write and the colour photographs supporting the story were amazing. She had been quite proud of that piece which had been published in the Arab Chronicle newspaper and the ‘In Flight’ magazine.

Akram Bashara was a wealthy Saudi businessman and known philanthropist. Joe Bartlett gave her a bit of background information on him. Bashara had funded the setting up of hospitals and orphanages in some of the poorest countries in the Middle East and had continued to support them with regular injections of cash from a trust fund set up by his enormous business empire established in the Middle East and overseas. Apparently, his father had acted as a broker between the Saudi Royal Family and the oil companies wanting to exploit the black gold waiting to be harvested in the desert regions. Bashara had taken over the already cash-rich business when his father died and had developed it further, negotiating other contracts outside the Kingdom.

Fran had observed with distaste the excesses of the oil wealth amongst the rich Saudis, but it would not have been safe to write negatively about any of it – at least while she and her family were still living there. Knowing in advance that Akram Bashara, was using some of his vast personal wealth for good causes, cheered her enormously. If she had to write a sycophantic piece about him, there would be some truth and integrity about the writing. Too often, she had been forced to write articles about Saudi nationals, using hyperbole to describe some business achievement which had been born out of the exploitation of immigrant workers who were paid a pittance and treated like slaves in harsh working conditions.

Enjoy our selection of New Releases / Free & Bargain Books this week! @beckvalleybooks

Sharing the Love of Books
Enjoy our selection of New Releases / Free & Bargain Books this week

Authors please feel free to add your own books
Readers please free to add your own finds
(any genre except erotica welcome)

This weekly link up is hosted by Beck Valley Books & these awesome book loving blogs…
Monday
Life as Leels | IrishdaisylovesRomance | Book Babble | All Romance Reader
Tuesday
It’s My Side of Life | Celticlady’s Reviews | First Time Mommy Adventures | Bound 2 Escape
Wednesday
Beck Valley BooksA Library of Reviews | Cinnamon Hollow Reviews
Thursday
Miki’s Hope | Taking Time for Mommy | Nicki’s Nook
Friday
Ebook Addicts | I Love Romance | A Bit Bookish | Mother Distracted | Colorimetry
Saturday
Totally Addicted to Reading | 3 Partners in Shopping | Angie’s Angle I Creat Purty Thangs | Wishful Endings
Sunday
Lynchburg Mama | LibriAmoriMieiAli – The Dragon Slayer | Wondermom WannabeMy Bizzy World |
Deal Sharing Aunt 

For Pre-orders post – PRE-ORDER / genre / title /author

For New Releases post – NEW / genre / title / author
For Free Books post – FREE / genre / title / author / end date
For Bargain Books post – SALE / price / genre / title / author / end date
(Strictly no Erotica please.  Steamy romance is fine but watch those covers people, incase any underage child is viewing it!)

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#BlogTour ~ Trust Me by Gemma MetCalfe #Giveaway #Extract @gemmakmetcalfe @NeverlandBT @HQDigitalUK

One phone call. Two lives. Their darkest secrets.
Lana needs to sell a holiday, fast. Stuck in Tenerife, in a dead end job, she never expected a response quite like Liam’s.

Thousands of miles away a phone rings. Liam never intended to pick up, he’s too busy choosing the quickest way to die. But at least someone should know the truth before he goes, even if that someone is a stranger.

As time runs out both are drawn to the other, expressing thoughts they never thought they would share.

When you’re about to die will your secrets even matter?

Amazon UK

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About the Author

Gemma Metcalfe is a Manchester born author who now lives in sunny Tenerife with her husband Danny and two crazy rescue dogs Dora and Diego. By day, Gemma can be found working as a Primary school teacher, but as the sun sets, she ditches the glitter and glue and becomes a writer of psychological thrillers. An established drama queen, she admits to having a rather warped imagination, and loves writing original plots with shocking twists. The plot for her debut novel ´Trust Me,´ is loosely based on her experiences as a call centre operative, where  she was never quite sure who would answer the phone…

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Extract

Liam´s Story
Jan 2009

‘Alice…’

I croaked out her name into the darkness, the feel of it heavy on my tongue as I forced my eyelids to open. Noises from outside washed over me, their sounds mingling together as I blinked away the fug from my brain and tried to turn my head towards her. But I couldn’t, because a sharp bolt of pain suddenly sliced through my shoulder and arm, causing me to scream out through clenched teeth. Hot tears filled my eyes and I bit down hard on my lip, my stomach flipping with sickness and my head pounding like nothing I had ever felt before.

‘What’s happening?’ Confused, I mumbled to myself rather than anyone else. I vaguely remembered the panic, the other cars; the loud bang as everything turned black.

‘Don’t move, help is on the way.’

Somebody was stood by the closed window. I could see their outline in my peripheral vision as their voice swam towards me, almost dreamlike, like it belonged in another world.

‘Liam?’

Alice’s fractured voice sliced through the fog of my brain, snapping me out of my stupor. Instinctively, I turned my head to look at her, this time not feeling the pain from my arm, which I knew was dangling down at the side of me.

‘Alice… speak to me.’ I choked out the words as I inwardly begged her to be all right. But I knew she wasn’t. The other car had collided with the passenger side, meaning Alice had taken the full impact. Her head lolled forwards, her chin practically touching her chest as she blinked lazily, her mouth wide open, allowing trickles of blood to fall down from the corner of her mouth. The crushed metal of the car had embedded itself into her, like it had become an extension of Alice herself.

‘The baby,’ she whispered, the pain in her voice almost tangible.

‘Shhh,’ I soothed as I tried to reach out to her, to touch her face, to tell her that everything was going to be okay.
I wanted to tell her that she needn’t worry because we were going to have our happy ending after all. It didn’t matter about the accident because we would soon see our daughter on the monitor at the hospital. And in a few months she would be born, our precious little miracle with dark skin and green eyes. On our first outing as a family, we would go to the seaside and build sandcastles, put Summer’s tiny feet in the sand and watch her squeal in delight as Alice and I ate the crabsticks that everyone else thought were disgusting. At Christmas time we would drive through Blackpool, pointing up at the twinkling lights and eating our weight in candy floss as Summer slept peacefully in the back, snuggled up in a warm blanket. I wanted to tell Alice that we would do all of those things because nothing was going to change. Nothing was going to change because she was finally having our baby and we had wanted this moment for ever and it simply couldn’t be taken away from us now.
I wanted to say it all, but I couldn’t speak… and I couldn’t touch her because my arm had snapped in two.
‘Please,’ I begged instead, ‘stay with me, Alice. I love you.’

She slowly cast her eyes onto me, holding my gaze, her own eyes wide as if she knew that once they closed it would be for ever.
‘She’s kicking.’ Her voice was barely a whisper but a flicker of a smile danced on her lips as she spoke. ‘Make them save her, Liam,’ she rasped. ‘I don’t care about me.’

‘No, Alice, please.’ The strangled pain in my voice echoed around the insides of the car, which already smelt like death. I was vaguely aware of the sirens, the men who were cutting open the roof and telling me that they were going to get us out of there.
‘Promise me.’ She choked, her spirit battling to stay in her body.

And I knew, I knew that the second I nodded my head, it would all be over.
I didn’t want to nod, but I knew I had to… for Alice.
‘Okay…’ I whispered. ‘I promise you.’
And just like that… Alice died.

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#BlogTour ~ The First Time Mums’ Club by Lucie Wheeler #GuestPost @lucie_wheeler @HarperImpulse

Today I’m welcoming Lucie to the blog. This book looks fabulous and I have heard great things about it, rest assured it is on my Kindle waiting to be read. Lucie has kindly given us an insight into how she manages her time and what elements of her characters are like her .. see below.

Meet Pippa…

After years of trying and a failed IVF attempt, Pippa is thrilled to see two little lines appear on a pregnancy test. Finally a precious baby to call her own. This is all Pippa has ever wanted…if only husband Jason could show just a little excitement.

Imogen…

A baby is the icing on the cake for Imogen and Alice – proof that their love for each other can overcome any obstacle. But when Imogen starts receiving malicious texts, it’s clear that not everyone is thrilled about the girls’ good news.

And Ellie…

A drunken one-night stand and Ellie’s life is ruined! Pregnant, jobless and the relationship with her best friend, Chris, over- forever. Because Chris just happens to be the father of Ellie’s baby…and potentially the love of her life!

For these first time mums the road to motherhood is bumpier than most!

Purchase Here

About the Author

Lucie Wheeler lives in Essex with her husband and daughter, and her English Bull Terrier, Dame, who loves to sit under Lucie’s desk as she writes and keep her feet warm. Never one to sit still, Lucie always has lots going on in her life. Currently, she’s writing her novels alongside studying for a degree. She is also one of The Romaniacs.
Lucie loves reading, spending time with friends and eating chocolate – when she gets to do all three, she’s a very happy lady!

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How my characters are like me.

For someone so organised, you would be right to assume that I am a tidy person. However, I am sorry to shatter the image but I am incredibly messy! My office mirrors the chaotic whirlwind that is my mind, with paper lying everywhere, screwed up rubbish in – and around – the bin, filing piled high and empty coffee cups strewn about the desk.
I can hear you laughing. You think I am joking, don’t you?

Who’s laughing now?
Actually, it’s not me because I am the poor so and so who has to tidy this all away! It isn’t always this bad but I have university deadlines as well right now, so things are hectic.
You see, I am super organised. I mean, SUPER organised. I have my to-do whiteboard which is split into four categories to reflect what I have going on in my life at the moment; University, Author, Home and Hen weekend. Without listing what I need to do with each one of them, nothing would get done. They are each colour coded so that I can see at a glance which lists I am neglecting and which I am flying through (which, let’s face it, is none of them!). And every few weeks, I will completely wipe off and rewrite – nine times out of ten I re-add things that I still haven’t done.

And then there’s my personal organiser. I bought a stunning Laura Ashley organiser in January and I am getting very good at keeping it updated – even if I do leave it at home a lot of the time!
Alongside my writing and university commitments at the moment, I am also planning a hen weekend for my best friend who is getting married in September and I have the privilege of being the maid of honour. And what an honour it is! So I have my hen weekend folder which has venue details, layout, information and payment details enclosed. I have also issued every hen with a payment slip and I have excel spreadsheets to keep track of all the different things I need to make sure the weekend goes to plan. The hen party consists of 28 ladies so if I didn’t have all this in place, it would be easy to get muddled… who am I kidding? I just love a colour coded folder!
So, I may be messy, untidy and fairly chaotic on the surface, but stuff gets done and I know what I need to be working on.
This is where I am a bit like Pippa in The First Time Mums Club. Pippa has my sense of organisational skills. She likes to know exactly what’s happening and when someone puts her out of routine, she doesn’t like it, it makes her anxious. Just like when Zoe ate one of her newly baked cupcakes and she no longer had a batch of 12. – she doesn’t like baking in odd numbers. However, unlike me, Pippa is tidy and super presentable. She likes to portray an image to people and will do anything to keep this image up – think Monica from Friends.
I like to try and put elements of myself into the characters in my books. No single character is a representation of any one person, but they are all a collation of many qualities of both myself and people I know. And Pippa is definitely my organised self. Ellie has my addictive personality streak and passionate nature, Zoe has my determination and work ethic and Imogen has my love for children and passion for working with them.
I have spent so much time with these ladies in my mind over the past year that I really think I will miss them when it is time to move on. Maybe I need to write the next chapter in their journey…

#BlogTour #Extract ~The Expansion by Christoph Martin @AuthorightUKPR @gilbster1000 @Authoright

In politics and big business, truth is a matter of opinion.

Straddling the storyworlds of Panama, Washington and London, The Expansion follows British-born geomatic engineer Max Burns, whose revolutionary water-saving system wins him the esteemed position of head engineer for one of the 21st century’s most politically contested megaprojects: the expansion of the Panama Canal.

For Max it is a dream come true: not only is he able to work closely with construction giant and old high-school friend Godfredo Roco in one of the most beautiful tropical environments, but it’s the kind of job Max has been working toward his entire career.

Yet in the arena of global trade and diplomacy, stakes are high, and when a senior official of the Panama Canal Administration is found dead, Max finds himself in the frame for sabotage and murder, and at the centre of a web of political intrigue and betrayal that reaches far beyond the idyllic shores of Central America. The only person Max can trust is his new-found love, Karis Deen, a scientist with the Smithsonian Tropical Research Institute. Except Karis herself holds a secret that could not only destroy Max, but could change the entire balance of world power.
Purchase on Amazon UK – Here

About the Author

Christoph Martin is the writing team of Christoph Martin Zollinger and Libby O’Loghlin. Christoph Zollinger is a Swiss entrepreneur whose career spans legal, military, corporate and private enterprise. Christoph graduated with a law degree from the University of Zürich, after which time he went on to live and work in Panama in corporate and private enterprise for more than a decade. In 2012 he returned to Switzerland with his wife and children. He divides his time between his home in Zürich and a tiny Alpine village in Graubünden. Libby O’Loghlin is an Australian novelist and prize-winning short story writer who has a career in narrative media production, including film and television, as well as print and digital publishing. She has lived in the UK, USA and Malaysia, and she now lives with her family in Switzerland.

Extract 
This is the first time Max sees the intriguing tropical setting of Contadora Island, which is just off the coast of the mainland of Panama.

As the helicopter lost altitude, Max saw the deep azure of the Pacific give way to shallower waters. Luxury yachts of all sizes were clustered periodically along the shoreline, and a short runway, running north to south, neatly dissected the tiny island, whose lush landscape was now taking shape.
Even as Max watched, the sun started to dip toward the horizon, casting the already orange sky blood red.
“Contadora Island, my friend!” Godfredo spoke into the lip-mic as he turned to look at Max from the cockpit. “Welcome to Paradise!” The last rays of light caught the side of his face, and he gave a broad smile.
“This is where we’re staying?” Max asked.
“Yep.”
Sprawling sandstone villas could now be seen amid lush vegetation and the fiery pinks and whites of bougainvillea, fronting slender beaches.
“I dunno, Fredo,” Max teased. “Looks like it’s going to be rough down there.”
“You don’t know the half of it!” Godfredo laughed. “The island is a lot of fun.” Max eyed the arc of a broad and serene sandy cove. “What happens on Contadora stays on Contadora!”

Enjoy our selection of New Releases / Free & Bargain Books this week! @beckvalleybooks

Sharing the Love of Books
Enjoy our selection of New Releases / Free & Bargain Books this week

Authors please feel free to add your own books
Readers please free to add your own finds
(any genre except erotica welcome)

This weekly link up is hosted by Beck Valley Books & these awesome book loving blogs…
Monday
Life as Leels | IrishdaisylovesRomance | Book Babble | All Romance Reader
Tuesday
It’s My Side of Life | Celticlady’s Reviews | First Time Mommy Adventures | Bound 2 Escape
Wednesday
Beck Valley BooksA Library of Reviews | Cinnamon Hollow Reviews
Thursday
Miki’s Hope | Taking Time for Mommy | Nicki’s Nook
Friday
Ebook Addicts | I Love Romance | A Bit Bookish | Mother Distracted | Colorimetry
Saturday
Totally Addicted to Reading | 3 Partners in Shopping | Angie’s Angle I Creat Purty Thangs | Wishful Endings
Sunday
Lynchburg Mama | LibriAmoriMieiAli – The Dragon Slayer | Wondermom WannabeMy Bizzy World |
Deal Sharing Aunt 

For Pre-orders post – PRE-ORDER / genre / title /author

For New Releases post – NEW / genre / title / author
For Free Books post – FREE / genre / title / author / end date
For Bargain Books post – SALE / price / genre / title / author / end date
(Strictly no Erotica please.  Steamy romance is fine but watch those covers people, incase any underage child is viewing it!)

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#ReleaseBlitz ~ Chasing Logan by Tracy Lorraine @Tracy_L_Author #BookBoost

RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Chasing Logan
Author: Tracy Lorraine
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance 
Release Date: 5th May 2017
 

His voice is hypnotising,

His body mesmerising,

Shame about his attitude.

Cole thought going on tour with the UK’s most up and coming singer songwriter was going to be wild. Little did he know that the gossip about Chase’s lifestyle of partying and girls was far from the truth. He’s a moody musician with one hell of a sexy body but his personality and attitude leaves a lot to be desired.

Cole can’t understand why despite not really liking Chase he feels so drawn to him from the second their eyes connect.

Everyone thinks they know Chase, his face is plastered all over the internet and magazines but he’s hiding something, keeping secrets to protect himself as well as the ones he loves but by doing that he’s making himself miserable.

To the outside world it seems that Chase has everything he could ever dream of but what he really wants is right in front of him. Will he be strong enough to allow himself to have it and let the world know who he really is?

PURCHASE  Here
AUTHOR BIO

Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has just turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since. Chasing Logan is Tracy’s sixth book with many more in the making.

AUTHOR LINKS

Newsletter: https://www.tracylorraine.com/newsletter

Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14879450.Tracy_Lorraine

Amazon link : Author.to/TracyLorraine

Twitter link : https://twitter.com/Tracy_L_Author

Facebook link: https://m.facebook.com/tracylorraineauthor/?ref=bookmarks

Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/tracy_lorraine_author/?hl=en

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/tracy-lorraine?list=author_books

Reader group Tracy’s Angels: https://www.facebook.com/groups/1629820390650094/

RELEASE PARTY LINK

Release party 5th May 14-00-10.00 EST

https://www.facebook.com/events/1957525361144053/

#BlogTour~Reconciliation for the Dead by Paul E Hardisty #GuestPost @Hardisty_Paul @OrendaBooks

It’s my stop on the blog tour for Paul E. Hardisty’s latest thriller to feature vigilante justice-seeker Claymore Straker. Paul has kindly shared a guest post below.

Fresh from events in Yemen and Cyprus, vigilante justice-seeker Claymore Straker returns to South Africa, seeking absolution for the sins of his past. Over four days, he testifies to Desmond Tutu’s newly established Truth and Reconciliation Commission, recounting the shattering events that led to his dishonourable discharge and exile, fifteen years earlier. It was 1980. The height of the Cold War. Clay is a young paratrooper in the South African Army, fighting in Angola against the Communist insurgency that threatens to topple the White Apartheid regime. On a patrol deep inside Angola, Clay, and his best friend, Eben Barstow, find themselves enmeshed in a tangled conspiracy that threatens everything they have been taught to believe about war, and the sacrifices that they, and their brothers in arms, are expected to make. Witness and unwitting accomplice to an act of shocking brutality, Clay changes allegiance and finds himself labelled a deserter and accused of high treason, setting him on a journey into the dark, twisted heart of institutionalised hatred, from which no one will emerge unscathed. Exploring true events from one of the most hateful chapters in South African history, Reconciliation for the Dead is a shocking, explosive and gripping thriller from one finest writers in contemporary crime fiction.

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Canadian Paul Hardisty has spent 25 years working all over the world as an engineer, hydrologist and environmental scientist. He has roughnecked on oil rigs in Texas, explored for gold in the Arctic, mapped geology in Eastern Turkey (where he was befriended by PKK rebels), and rehabilitated water wells in the wilds of Africa. He was in Ethiopia in 1991 as the Mengistu regime fell, and was bumped from one of the last flights out of Addis Ababa by bureaucrats and their families fleeing the rebels. In 1993 he survived a bomb blast in a cafe in Sana’a, and was one of the last Westerners out of Yemen before the outbreak of the 1994 civil war. Paul is a university professor and Director of Australia’s national land, water, ecosystems and climate adaptation research programmes. He is a sailor, a private pilot, keen outdoorsman, conservation volunteer, and lives in Western Australia. His debut thriller The Abrupt Physics of Dying was shortlisted for the CWA John Creasey (New Blood) Dagger.

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The Last Fight I Was In by Paul E. Hardisty

The last time I fought, properly, when it mattered, was because of a woman. Not over a woman, mind, but because of the kind of person she was. I have described it in some detail in a short story I’ve written recently called New Year’s Eve.
We’d only been married a year. We were at a New Year’s Eve celebration in Calgary, in Canada, at a pizza restaurant owned by a friend of a friend. It was cold. A fresh dump of snow corniced over the hard edges of the city. The place was packed. We were introduced to the host, a short guy, broad and gym-muscled. He looked my wife up and down, said something cheesy like hello beautiful. She towered over him. He was still staring at her when I introduced myself as her husband. That got his attention. Paul’s an engineer, my wife said. He’s just got back from Ethiopia. Well isn’t that great, said Restaurant Owner, booze breath wafting over me. Where the fuck is Ethiopia? I was about to explain when he leaned forward and said: Who gives a shit, right?
He wandered off. We didn’t know anyone there, and we didn’t care, just stood close and sipped our drinks and held hands and swam in each other’s eyes, the rest of them just flowing around us as if we were a rock in the middle of a river. It was fun.
Until the screaming started.
A high-pitched wail split the room, followed quickly by a loud crash, and then a man’s voice, deep and angry, bellowing. It was coming from the kitchen. Next thing I knew, my wife was striding towards the commotion. I ran after her. Drunk Restaurant Owner was there. A small Asian man dressed in a chef’s smock cowered on the floor beneath him. Blood streamed from his face.
My wife screamed at DRO to stop. He turned, faced her, told her to mind your own business. He was not polite. And then, as if to emphasise the point, he spun and let go a withering kick that caught the cook in the jaw, sending his head crashing into the steel panelling. The cook slumped to the floor.
I can’t relate the whole incident here, but my wife didn’t back down. He started coming at her, fists bunched at his sides, glaring. I didn’t really have a choice. I stepped between them, blocked his way. Enraged, the guy put his head down and came at me like a bull. My back was to the front entranceway windows. He caught me in the hips with his lowered shoulder. When my back hit the glass, I felt the pane flex behind me as it took our combined mass, and then explode as we flew into the parking lot.
We landed on the ice-covered tarmac in a shower of glass, him on top. The force of the impact knocked the air from my lungs, and for a moment I lay gasping for breath, my body adjusting to the sudden onslaught of minus thirty. But DRO had taken the worst of it. On the way through, he’d caught the shard-edges on his arms and face. As he staggered to his feet and saw his blood dripping onto the snow, whatever drugs he’d been doing really starting to kick in.
Look what you did to your restaurant, you idiot, I said, pointing at the blown-out window. The guy looked up, all the guests now crowded at the windows looking out at the two morons in the cold.
The idiot stripped off his shirt and stood there flexing his bare torso in the cold. And then he charged. The snow was hard packed and slippery. It was difficult for him to accelerate. Just as he reached me I side stepped him and drove his head into a car’s front bumper. He hit with a blunt thud, collapsed to the ground. I jumped on top of him, pounded his face. I felt his nose go, then his jaw. It was over.

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