28 February 2019

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“I relished every page of this original, sweet and heartfelt friends-to-lovers romance.” —Happily Mary After

“Maybe Ever After is a perfect mash-up of a nerdy convention meets real life.” —Megan at The Page Nerds

“This is one of the best feel-good books I’ve read in a very long time.” —Goodreads reviewer


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About Maybe Ever After
No one tells you what happens when you fall in love with your best friend.
They don’t tell you it’s like waiting for the answer to a question no one can hear you ask.
Meet Brynn Darling. Successful event coordinator. Celebrity friends. At the top of her game. But after many failed attempts at finding love, and a realization that her best friend is clueless, she’s ready to move on.
Easton Cole has been in the friend zone since . . . well, forever. He fills the void with unimportant people and never gets attached. That is until Brynn begins seeing a guy who threatens everything he’s ever wanted.
All bets are off.
Maybe it’ll never happen.
Maybe she’ll fall in love.
Maybe they’ll get their ever after . . . after all.



Excerpt
Copyright @ 2019 Cassie Graham
He scratched his eyebrow, hitting the rim of his glasses. His body tightened and for some odd reason, his eyes lasered to my mouth, watching me chew with rapt attention. “Can you stop eating that strawberry?” He gulped, his eyes moving to watch my neck. “Please.”
          My jaw stopped chewing and I swallowed, my eyes wide in surprise. What was up with him?
          He sighed with relief when I sat the mostly-eaten strawberry down in the bowl. “Listen, everyone is looking for you.”
          I took my glasses off and pinched the skin between my eyes. Okay, so the event coordinator hiding out for the entire event wasn’t the best idea.
          I could see that now.
          “Yeah,” I said. “Okay.” I got up from the couch and stood, smoothing my UnNatural shirt down.
          I began to walk to the door when Easton took hold of my upper arm. The air in the room stood still, the atoms surrounding us moving in slow motion. When my gaze turned to him, I narrowed my eyes. He stared at me for a moment, looking so intensely into my soul, I could almost feel him touching me. And I wasn’t talking about his hand on my arm. Although, his hold on my skin nearly bruised my soul. It was like his powerful stare somehow became tangible. It had fingers. Sensations. It caressed. Teased. Explored. Every inch of me. Too much. Not enough.
          His breath hitched and mine did the same as I watched the Adam’s apple in his throat bob. I couldn’t stop gawking at the pulse in his neck and the twitch of his strong jaw. Everything about his gape told me I should pull away from him because this look could change us, but I couldn’t force myself to move. I liked the way he was looking at me. I liked the way it made me feel. I liked that he was finally touching me for the first time with something other than simple friendship in mind. Maybe it wasn’t want. Maybe it was anger. Either way, I liked that it was different.
          Is it possible for a touch to say more? Could a simple touch tell me something I’ve wanted to hear for as long as I could remember?
          I already knew the answer. His touch could, but there was no way I was going to break contact. We were in a staring contest, and I refused to lose.
          Another beat longer, he let go of my arm with a jerk, turned away and left me behind.
          I stood there, blinking in the empty space he just occupied.  
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Author Cassie Graham:


A chocolate mistress, Cassie Graham is a born and raised Arizona girl. Her sass knows no bounds and almost always has something kind to say, no matter the situation. She runs a platform of love and strives to bring those attributes out in every book she writes.
Cassie studied English and literature in college and has an intense love for fairytales. Go figure. Though she loves a good fairytale, she promises to always put her characters through the wringer for that happy ending. She started writing early in her high school career after an English teacher forced her to write in a journal. Four years and thirty-something notebooks full of words later, she found her passion.
Being a hopeless romantic, she found her love for romance after she fell in love at eighteen. Stories became a lot easier to write after she found her soulmate. Love exists and she's blessed enough to live it every day.
If Cassie isn't shoulder-deep in writing a version of a fairytale, you can find her front porch sitting with her husband and daughter, eating all the bread, gossiping with her best friends, visiting Disneyland, supporting strong women, listening to cheesy music and reading great books by amazing people. She loves binge watching Supernatural, drooling over Dean, Sam and Cas, and going to conventions. She also enjoys spreading love any chance she can. So, if you run into her, give her a hug or a high-five. She guarantees they're magic.
Author of Unable to Resist, Anyone But Him, The Truth of a Liar, Enchanting Wilder, Surviving Wilder, The Girl Behind the Red Door and Maybe Ever After.
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Finding Life on Mars by Jason Mars Book Spotlight and Interview!

Finding Life on Mars
By Jason Dias
Genre: Science Fiction
About the Book
Jaye struggles with her relationship with her neurotypical father. She can’t tolerate him, and can’t let him out of her sight. But when the last man on Earth targets them with a nuclear deadline, she has to learn to trust her dad. Together, they need to figure out not only how to survive, but why. Nothing on their failing Martian colony is ever going to change anyway.
About the Author
Jason Dias lives and writes in Colorado Springs, Colorado. His autism and experience as an existential psychologist give him a unique view of the universe.
Amazon: https://amzn.to/2w2qE4B
What do you find most challenging about the writing process, and how do you deal with it?
Everything I write is personal. If I’m not crying at the end of a session, I chuck it all out and start over. Now, what touches me might not touch the reader, but it’s how I know I’ve written authentically.
Engaging with the pain all the time is, well, painful. This writing thing is more than time consuming; it’s all-consuming. I suffer for my art. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It does make writing in public a challenge.
When and where do you do your writing?
These days, I mostly write at home or in my office after hours. I have some privacy and some peace to engage the work.
But, I have written in almost any circumstances you can imagine. My laptop won’t open when I’m sitting on a plane – not enough room. So I’ve written on Word on my phone. That sucks… but you can do it. One year, when I was working adjunct at the community college, I wrote a whole novel in 20 minute increments standing outside classrooms, waiting for it to be my turn to go in. Phone again.
Now, when I’m in the crying parts, that can sure create some awkwardness. I’m standing there murdering my favorite characters and weeping over them and people are walking by giving me odd looks, maybe ready to offer sympathy or condolences, and I start to get a bit of a reputation.
What have you learned about promoting your books?
I am fairly shy, like a lot of writers. Thing is, you can’t be shy if you want to get your books in front of people. I’ve learned to always ask, be polite, and think big.
What are you most proud of as a writer?
I’m an existential psychologist. That’s pretty obscure. It can also be very difficult to understand. What I’m proud of is getting these dense, difficult philosophies out in accessible forms people like to read. Fiction is and always has been a wonderful avenue to communicate heavy ideas.
I published my first novel five years ago. Since then, I’ve worked on my craft every day, getting better and better at writing. At the same time, I’ve built deep, meaningful relationships in the writing community. As much as the words, I’m proud of the relationships. That’s the stuff that sustains you.
If you could have dinner with any writer, living or dead, who would it be and what would you talk about?
I think Anne Rice would be really interesting. Isaac Asimov had a lot to say and was incredible voluble (if, perhaps, pretty into himself). Stephen King defined a genre. Karen Armstrong has a deep, expert perspective I’d love to mine someday.
If I had to pick, though, it would be Frank Herbert. Interesting as a human being, the definer of a genre, and certainly a subject expert worth mining. Dune is the model for my science fiction work. I know I fail to replicate the deep ethos underlying Dune but, if you recognize even the attempt, I feel like I’m succeeding.
Excerpt:
I was six years old.
"Father, I think I am ill," I said, in my tiny, piping voice.
"Oh?" Merlin said. He set aside the solenoid he was working on and turned his full attention to me. We were in the kitchen and my memory informed me it was identical then and now. "Why do you say so?"
"Look," I said, and extended one hand, palm up. In the center of my palm lay a milk tooth. It had fallen bloodlessly out while I slept. When I awoke, my tongue found a gap in my gums, and I found the tooth on the floor under my sling.
"Oh, you have lost a tooth. How wonderful."
"Then I am not sick?"
"No, baby, the farthest thing from it."
"I am not a baby," I said. "Please explain."
"Well," Merlin said, "it is normal for a child of your age to lose her teeth, slowly, over the course of a few years. New ones are growing in, beneath your gum-line where you cannot see them, and eroding the roots of the old ones. The old ones fall out, new ones grow in. Perfectly natural."
"Why?"
"Well, because if you were born with a full set of adult teeth, your head would be too big to fit through the birth canal. And if your teeth were not replaced with larger ones, your adult jaw would be full of gaps."
"Oh."
If he had left it at that, it would have been better. Maybe a lot would have been different. But he did not.
"Now, where should we put the tooth? On Earth, we used pillows. You would leave a lost tooth under your pillow and the Tooth Fairy would find it, replace it with a few coins. Here we not only have no pillows but no beds. So where should we leave it?"
"What is a fairy?" I asked.
"My goodness, but we need some books to read to you. We never planned for children, you know. Let me see. Fairies are magical creatures that live in the woods and sometimes at the end of nice gardens. Mostly they are there for young girls to find beautiful, but sometimes they are mischievous. They steal or play tricks or cast naughty spells."
"There is no magic," I said.
"Can you be sure?" And Merlin reached behind my head, touched my ear, produced a solenoid. "If so, then how did this get behind your ear?"
"That's a trick," I said. "Not magic. There is no magic."
"You mustn't be so upset over it, baby girl. Magic is just something we talk about to have fun, to explain things we cannot otherwise explain, to wonder at the nature of the universe."
"I'm not a baby and there is no magic."
"Please, just calm down."
But it was too late for that. I started to shout. "You're a liar and there isn't such a thing as magic. You shouldn't lie to your children. Father Christmas is a lie and the Easter Bunny is a lie and God is a lie and the Tooth Fairy is a damned lie."
Merlin sat back, narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms. I knew I had crossed some kind of invisible line and I didn't know what it was, why it was. He didn't say anything, though, and I couldn't stop.
"If there is a God and if there is magic, then bring back my mother. Give her back to me!"



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First Time Player by Poppy Parkes Blog Tour!



Title: First Time Player 
Author: Poppy Parkes 
Genre: Contemporary Second Chance Romance 
Release Date: December 22, 2018 



It’s their first time — in more ways than one. But will that be enough to make their second chance at love last?
Ana has worked hard — and endured a lot of b.s. — to establish herself as owner of the best damn video game store in town (if she does say so herself). She’s at the top of her game, nerd pun intended, but she can’t help longing for love. At the same time, she can’t decide if true love really exists, thanks to all the basement-dwelling, toxic, doxxing men she’s had to handle in her line of work. Then she runs into Wes, her secret high school crush, at a gaming con. The sweet desire she felt for him as a teen has transformed into an overwhelming, magnetizing attraction, and Ana doesn’t know if she should resist it or abandon herself to it. But Wes has his own secrets, and his own doubts. If Ana breaks all her rules and gives into her hunger for him, will he meet her there or break her heart? First Time Player is a sweet and sassy second chance instalove nerd romance from the author of The Light Between Us books and will be sure to please fans of quick ’n’ dirty love stories.





CHAPTER 7
WES
“And you, Wes — what do you want to do with me?” Her words were heavy with a bold and unabashed hunger. And yet they held a barely perceptible tremble of vulnerability that made Wes want to cradle her body close, not to blend their flesh into one — although he certainly wanted that, too — but to protect this woman whose brisk exterior only served to shield the sensitive soul it housed.
Some ancient instinct deep within him rose, wanting to be not only her lover but also her defender. I wondered if she would allow me to be either, or if she only wanted me for the night.
He thought about how, over the course of his life to this point, he’d lucked out on love even while he’d done so well in nearly every other endeavor he put his hand to. But for some reason, he seemed to attract women that only wanted what they saw without attending to his heart. They wanted his body, but for one night or two.
Wes wanted more. He wanted a woman who would let him pursue her, romance her, win her hand. He wanted a woman who would fall back in love with him, with his heart and mind. A woman to share life with.
He knew exactly what he wanted, and what most women offered him? That was exactly the opposite of his desires, and he never said yes to that which was not right for him.
So he’d retained his principles — and also his virginity.
Wes swallowed hard. He wondered if he, inexperienced as he was, could give Ana what her dark eyes were asking him for. And at the same time, everything in him longed to try.
He didn’t know if she wanted him for this night or a string of nights or for forever. She probably didn’t know herself.
But for some reason, with her, he didn’t care. Unlike every other woman who’d wanted him, he didn’t give a shit about how long Ana wanted him for. He would take anything and everything she was willing to give him.
Because this connection, this pull to each other that they both clearly felt — and had been feeling for a long time? He couldn’t walk away from it. He wouldn’t.
He looked at their fingers twisting together, and then at Ana’s eyes, where need and doubt swirled together.
“I want to be as close to you as you’ll allow,” he said, voice husky with his own hunger. “I’ll sit on a bench outside and hold your hand and watch the moon rise and set, or I’ll take you back to my hotel room and make love to you all night. I’ll do anything for you, and with you, Ana. What do you want?”
The worry washed from her eyes, and her full lips turned up at the corners. “I want you to kiss me. Now.”
Wes grinned. “I was hoping you might say that.”
He slid his hands around her waist, fingertips digging into those delicious curves, pulling her to him so that their hips pressed together. She reached up to Wes, clutching his collar and tugging his head down to hers. He hesitated a moment, teasing, lips a breath away, exhalations hot against each other’s faces. And then he tasted her, plying her mouth with his own.
The kiss was soft and hard at the same time, and she tasted like sweet fire and cinnamon. Wes pulled back to press his lips at the corners of her mouth, then crushed back into her full on. She gave a little sigh and yanked on his collar, opening her mouth and teasing his tongue with hers.
He could feel himself growing hard, ready, and he ground his pelvis against hers. She must have felt his arousal, because she grabbed a handful of his ass, drawing his hips into her even more.
Without warning she released him and stepped back, leaving Wes gasping and blinking in shock. The sudden space between them felt cold, drafty, and he longed to return to the heat of their embrace.
“Is everything okay?” he managed, struggling to get his body under control.
A flirty smile flickered across her face. Ana reached out a single hand without stepping closer, taking his.
“More than okay.” Tossing him a last searing glance over her shoulder, she headed for the door of the con bar, leading him by the hand. He followed, eager and willing to submit to her control.
Wes let her lead him through the venue’s foyer and to the main entrance. Here she paused, winding herself around him and flicked her tongue over his lips before diving in for a bottomless kiss that practically made him see stars.
It felt like the kiss lasted a moment, or forever. When she pulled away, she said, voice guttural. “I want you, Wes. Tonight. Take me to your hotel.”
He closed the space between them, cupping her face in his palms and planting blossoming kisses across her cheeks.
And then it was his turn to lead her, fingers entwined, his low belly pulsing with primal desire, ready to let Ana make him hers.




Poppy Parkes is the author of sweet and hot love stories, including THE LIGHT BETWEEN US and FINDING ME AND YOU. Poppy writes, paints, and dreams in Montana, where she raises her two boys. She is in love with luscious color, moon-gazing, and dancing wild. And coffee. And wine. And chocolate. You know how it is.



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27 February 2019

We Shall See the Sky Sparkling by Susana Aikin #WeShallSeetheSkySparkling #SusanaAikin #HFVBTPartner #HFVBTBlogTours @Susana_Aikin @hfvbt @KensingtonBooks



We Shall See the Sky Sparkling
by Susana Aikin

Publication Date: January 29, 2019
Kensington Publishing Corporation
Paperback & eBook; 416 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
Set in London and Russia at the turn of the century, Susana Aikin's debut introduces a vibrant young woman determined to defy convention and shape an extraordinary future. Like other well-bred young women in Edwardian England, Lily Throop is expected to think of little beyond marriage and motherhood. Passionate about the stage, Lily has very different ambitions. To her father's dismay, she secures an apprenticeship at London's famous Imperial Theatre. Soon, her talent and beauty bring coveted roles and devoted admirers. Yet to most of society, the line between actress and harlot is whisper-thin. With her reputation threatened by her mentor's vicious betrayal, Lily flees to St. Petersburg with an acting troupe--leaving her first love behind. Life in Russia is as exhilarating as it is difficult. The streets rumble with talk of revolution, and Lily is drawn into an affair with Sergei, a Count with fervent revolutionary ideals. Following Sergei when he is banished to Vladivostok, Lily struggles to find her role in an increasingly dangerous world. And as Russian tensions with Japan erupt into war, only fortitude and single-mindedness can steer her to freedom and safety at last. With its sweeping backdrop and evocative details, We Shall See the Sky Sparkling explores a fascinating period in history through the eyes of a strong-willed, singular heroine, in a moving story of love and resilience.

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Praise

"Aikin’s novel is expertly plotted and rife with historical details in both its English and Russian settings, making for a rich story of the prejudices women faced at the turn of the 20th century and how the class disparity in Russia ignited the flame of revolution." - Publishers Weekly 

 "Beginning and ending with letters written to her family, this novel has the feel of a serial drama. Readers of Pam Jenoff and Eva Stachniak will appreciate the strong-willed and artistically driven female character who finds her own way through difficult times." - Library Journal "

 . . . vivid and compelling - an exceptional woman on an extraordinary journey . . ." ~ Livi Michael, Author of War of the Roses Trilogy

  "Against the dramatic backdrops of a Russia on the brink of revolution and the colorful lives backstage of the London theatre circuit, Susana Aikin has created a feisty Edwardian protagonist whose trajectory still resonates with the predicament of women working in the arts today." ~ Sara Alexander, Under a Sardinian Sky and Four Hundred and Forty Steps to the Sea

  "We Shall See the Sky Sparkling kept me up at night until blurry eyed, cheering Lily on through all her wild adventures, until she becomes one of those rare heroines, a mature independent woman to admire." ~ Melissa Burch, Author of My Journey Through War and Peace

  "Susana Aikin's directorial eye is much in evidence in this sweeping saga. Her attention to period detail transports the reader on a filmic journey that is both astonishing and tragic. We Shall See the Sky Sparkling is a powerful meditation on the sacrifices women have made in pursuit of their dreams - sadly, as relevant in the early 21st century as a hundred years ago." ~ Helen Steadman, Best-selling Author of Widdershins and Sunwise 

 "We Shall See the Sky Sparkling is a vivid, thoroughly absorbing account of one woman's struggle to break from the rigid roles her social class and time period. Drawing from her family's history and a series of fascinating letters, Aikin crafts a marvelous tale of adventure, rebellion, and romance, on a captivating journey from the theaters of Edwardian London to tumultuous St. Petersburg and beyond. Lily shines as a heroine of uncommon strength--her struggle to protect and foster her independence , even as she navigates through great loves and treacherous times, is to be relished and remembered." ~ Suzanne Nelson, Author of Serendipity Footsteps

About the Author

Born in Spain of an English father and a Spanish mother, Susana Aikin is a writer and a filmmaker who has lived and worked in New York City since 1982. She was educated in both England and Spain; studied law at the University of Madrid, and later Creative Writing at Manchester Metropolitan University, UK. In 1986 she started her own independent film production company, Starfish Productions, producing and directing documentary films that won her multiple awards, including an American Film Institute grant, a Rockefeller Fellowship, and an Emmy Award in 1997. She started writing fiction full time in 2010. She has two sons and now lives between Brooklyn and the mountains north of Madrid. For more information, visit Susana Aikin's website. You can also find her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and Goodreads.

Blog Tour Schedule

Wednesday, February 6
Review & Interview at Passages to the Past
Thursday, February 7
Guest Post at Let Them Read Books
Friday, February 8
Feature at What Is That Book About
Saturday, February 9
Feature at Broken Teepee
Monday, February 11
Review at A Chick Who Reads
Tuesday, February 12
Review & Guest Post at Clarissa Reads it All
Thursday, February 14
Feature at Queen of Random
Friday, February 15
Review at A Bookish Affair
Feature at Myths, Legends, Books, and Coffee Pots
Saturday, February 16
Review at Jorie Loves a Story
Monday, February 18
Review at Diana_bibliophile
Tuesday, February 19
Guest Post at Jathan & Heather
Wednesday, February 20
Review at Pursuing Stacie
Thursday, February 21
Feature at The Lit Bitch
Feature at View from the Birdhouse
Friday, February 22
Feature at Maiden of the Pages
Monday, February 25
Review at Comet Readings
Tuesday, February 26
Feature at Christine’s Book Corner
Wednesday, February 27
Feature at CelticLady’s Reviews
Thursday, February 28
Review at Oh, the Books She Will Read

Giveaway

During the Blog Tour we will be giving away a paperback copy of We Shall See the Sky Sparkling! To enter, please use the Gleam form below.

   Giveaway Rules – Giveaway ends at 11:59pm EST on February 28th. You must be 18 or older to enter. – Giveaway is open to US only. – Only one entry per household. – All giveaway entrants agree to be honest and not cheat the systems; any suspect of fraud is decided upon by blog/site owner and the sponsor, and entrants may be disqualified at our discretion. – Winner has 48 hours to claim prize or new winner is chosen. 
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