15 June 2017

@CDRosales @SamiJoLien Silence the Bird, Silence the Keeper by Christopher David Rosales

Synopsis

In Christopher David Rosales’ first novel, 'Silence the Bird, Silence the Keeper', he creates a completely unique vision that seamlessly blends tropes of magical realism and dystopian fiction in a portrait of power in America that we’ve never seen before. Imagine it as the communal love child of Marquez, Bolaño, and Orwell, a child who inhabits an America that resembles Pinochet’s Chile, and yet feels uncannily (and frighteningly) familiar to present day Los Angeles. A world in which street assassin Tre, a young and much beloved brother and son, finds himself caught in a city where all its citizens, even its most dangerous, are potential targets in the on-going power struggle between an authoritarian military regime and a not-so-community friendly guerrilla force. As Percival Everett says, “This novel treats revolution, love, betrayal and magic with equal adeptness and intelligence. In a world that is at once ours and foreign Rosales makes characters that will be remembered when the novel is done.

About Christopher David Rosales

Christopher David Rosales' first novel, Silence the Bird, Silence the Keeper (Mixer Publishing, 2015) won the McNamara Creative Arts Grant. Previously he won the Center of the American West's award for fiction three years in a row. He is a PhD candidate at University of Denver and has taught university level creative writing for 10 years.. Rosales' second novel, Gods on the Lam releases in June, 2017 from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing and Word is Bone, his third novel, is forthcoming 2018 from Broken River Books.

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Maybe This Time by Claire Yezbak Fadden Book Spotlight!

 Maybe This Time
By Claire Yezbak Fadden
Genre: Contemporary Women’s Fiction

About the Book
Architect Kate Jameson has sworn off men. That is until she meets Eric, the handsome son of her current client. Fresh out of a messy relationship with a co-worker, Kate’s not ready to trust her judgement where men are concerned. She dodges Eric’s advances, but can’t deny the attraction growing between them. Everything–especially his soul-searing brown eyes–makes her want to throw caution to the wind and try again. At her sister’s prodding, Kate finally agrees to date Eric, surprised at the joy he brings into her life. But when their budding romance is threatened, Kate is forced to make hard decisions and fight for her true happiness.
Undercover CIA agent Eric Wiley has survived enough loss in his life to ever want to risk being hurt again. He has long since given up on true love. Still, he’s drawn to Kate in a way he can’t rationalize. Avoiding her isn’t working and for the first time in a relationship, he wants to be truthful about his past and his career. Before their romance can bloom, however, Kate goes missing. Recognizing the danger, Eric stops at nothing to rescue the woman who has captured his heart.

About the Author


When she’s not playing with her granddaughter, Pennsylvania native Claire Yezbak Fadden is writing contemporary women’s fiction. Her books feature strong women who overcome life’s challenges, always putting their families first. Claire loves butterflies, ladybugs and holds a special affinity for carousel horses – quite possibly the result of watching “Mary Poppins” 13 times as a young girl.

Claire loves to cheer on the San Diego State Aztecs, her alma mater, and is a big fan of the Pittsburgh Pirates, Steelers and Penguins. The mother of three, she lives in Orange County, California with her husband, Nick and two spoiled dogs, Bandit and Jersey Girl. Claire’s work as an award-winning journalist, humor columnist and editor has appeared in 100 publications across the United States, Canada and Australia.

Maybe This Time is a continuation of her Begin Again series, starting with her debut novel, A Corner of Her Heart.

Follow Claire @claireflaire, email her at claire@clairefadden.com, join her Facebook Fan Page or visit her at clairefadden.com.

 EXCERPT

Kate walked faster, but Colleen stopped. “There’s a guy back there waving at you. Kinda nice looking. Now he’s coming our way.” Colleen smiled as though inviting him to come closer.
“Don’t encourage him,” Kate said.
“Too late. Here he is.” Colleen made a sweeping motion as though she were a hostess on a game show introducing today’s prizes.
Oh God, his eyes are browner than I remember.
“Kate, I’m glad I caught you,” Eric said. “Sorry I missed you on the phone. I got back into town early.”
“I see that,” Kate muttered, her icy tone coating each word. Not going through this drama again. Crazy guy. Multiple girlfriends. Bad endings.
“I’m Eric Wiley,” he said, offering his hand for Colleen to shake before returning his attention to Kate.
“So maybe we can set up that coffee date. There’s a great little place a couple of doors down.”
“I know. Colleen and I just had coffee there.”
“And scones,” Colleen chimed in, handing Kate her bag of leftovers. “I’ve got to get going. I have class in thirty minutes.”
“Teacher or student?” Eric asked.
“Yoga instructor.”
“Nice. Maybe I can take your class sometime. It’s not that sweaty yoga, is it?”
“No, it’s more of a flow class. Kate can tell you all about it.” Colleen tapped Kate on the shoulder. “I’ll see you later,” she said before scurrying toward the yoga studio.
“I like your friend,” Eric said gesturing to Colleen’s back.
“She’s pretty terrific. We met in her class. Used to be a cop.” Kate wanted to run away, but her feet grounded into the earth as though an alien force rooted them in place. All the small talk didn’t comfort her. Minutes before this guy was kissing another woman, and now he was flirting with her. Was there no end to his nerve?
“Now that’s really switching career paths,” Eric said. “I consider doing that sometimes.”
“And leave the family business for what? I don’t see that happening.” You’re such a privileged mama’s boy, Kate wanted to say, but didn’t. Truth was during their earlier interactions, Eric didn’t strike her as someone who life had been easy on. It was obvious his parents leaned on his judgment. Eric presented himself as a self-made man, working for what success came his way. Still, he was hiding something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Granted with business-owner parents, his path may have been smoother than many. Even if your folks set you up, you’re the one who has to walk that path. Kate knew lots of privileged folks who took the benefits they were born into and managed to drink, gamble or in some other way squander their advantage, as though opportunity was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Made a bad choice, no problem. Just get a clean plate and try again. The sports pages and movie magazines were filled with celebrity examples. A couple of Kate’s sorority sisters were still trying to find themselves. That’s what they claimed at the last reunion.
“You’d be surprised. I can tell you more about my future plans over a hot mocha.”
Kate readjusted her purse strap and leaned away. “Thanks for the invite, but I need to get to work. We’re already brainstorming the next complex. Proposal is due in two weeks.”
“Yeah, I know. We talked about your innovative ideas. I thought they were great. You’re great.” Eric licked his lips and stepped closer. “Seems to me like we connected, at least a little bit, but if you’re not interested, just say so. You don’t have to go through not answering my calls and giving me the brush off. Just be honest. It will save us both a lot of time.”
Kate shoved her paper pastry bag in her coat pocket and crossed her arms. “Honesty? Is that the most important value to you, because I believe in always telling the truth. I always tell the truth.”
“And you’re suggesting I don't?” Eric’s nostrils flared with anger, causing Kate to step back. “We are standing in the street arguing about I don’t know what. Do you want to have a cup of coffee with me or not? It’s just that simple.”
“Not until you answer a question first.” Kate straightened to her full five-foot-six height. “Who were you kissing a moment ago?”
“Kissing? What are you talking about?”
“Near the cab. The woman who kissed you. Who is she? You’re an only child, so I know that wasn’t your sister. A cousin, maybe?” Kate huffed.
Eric’s eyes widened.
Is this how he stalls for time, cooking up a lie, Kate thought. This should be really good. She waited, even tapped the toe of her boot a time or two. “Well?”
“Like I said on my call, business ended early. I grabbed a cab with a coworker. End of story.”
“Not quite. Here comes your coworker, and she looks ticked.”



From London with Love by Aviva Vaughn Book Blitz!

Part 1: From London with Love

by Aviva Vaughn 

Publication Date: June 15, 2017 
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Purchase: Amazon
He would do anything for a second chance… Fire and ice have nothing on Angela Holguín and fellow MBA student Soren Lund. When they first met at school in the exciting seaside city of Barcelona, Angela was intrigued by the aloof Dane; he was enthralled by the vivacious Californian. But their timing was off and they went their separate ways – until Fate and Destiny put them back in the same city: London. In the British capital, Angela and Soren not only reunite, their desire reignites. This time they are determined not to let love slip through their fingers—despite the many obstacles posed by others. They tumble into one another’s arms and embark upon a passionate journey in the chic, bustling streets of London. But when Angela’s ex shows up, will their new romance be strong enough to persevere? To whom will Angela’s heart beckon?

Part 2: From Bath with Love

by Aviva Vaughn Publication Date: July 15, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance Can fire and ice both survive? Fire and ice have nothing on Angela Holguín and fellow MBA student Soren Lund. When they first met at school in the exciting seaside city of Barcelona, Angela was intrigued by the aloof Dane; he was enthralled by the vivacious Californian. But their timing was off and they went their separate ways – until Fate and Destiny put them back in the same city: London. In the British capital, Angela and Soren not only reunite, their desire reignites. This time they are determined not to let love slip through their fingers. They tumble into each other’s arms and embark upon a passionate journey that takes them from the chic, bustling streets of London to the romantic, historic byways of Bath and back again. It is there, at their final destination, that Angela and Soren must face reality. While opposites attract, they might not be able to coexist. In the next three days, they will have to decide if what they have is truly love or simply the beckoning of desire. 


Part 3: From Los Angeles with Love

by Aviva Vaughn Publication Date: August 15, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance And then there were three… Fire and ice have nothing on Angela Holguín and Soren Lund who first met as MBA students in exciting Barcelona. But their timing was off, until Destiny put them back in the same city: London; and their passion ignited. But will their fledgling romance stand a chance against the forces of Time and Space with Soren in Barcelona and Angela in Los Angeles? And a new threat also looms on the horizon: a mysterious and handsome entrepreneur interested in Angela’s new business …or is he? Angela beckons Soren to spend the holidays with her in Los Angeles, but when he makes her a beguiling offer, their relationship will be put to the test.

   

Part 4: From Barcelona with Love

by Aviva Vaughn Publication Date: September 15, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance It was never going to be easy. Fire and ice have nothing on Angela Holguín and Soren Lund who first met as MBA students in exciting Barcelona. But their timing was off, until Destiny put them back in the same city: London; and their passion ignited. Now Distance has come between them with Soren in Barcelona and Angela in Los Angeles. And now that Angela has a handsome new business partner, the stakes are even higher. Things come to a head when Angela and her partner travel to Barcelona for business and it is there where she will have to decide between the opposing forces that beckon. Will Soren’s offer of life in London pull her to Europe, or will her business–and the siren song of the sea–keep her rooted to Los Angeles?

 

About Aviva Vaughn

 

Aviva Vaughn is a lover of food, travel and books. She has been a voracious reader her whole life finishing Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women when she was five. She likes to laugh, eat and be intellectually stimulated, preferably at the same time; and enjoys reading and writing about strong, modern characters, no matter what era or planet they are in/on. She lives in Southern California.

Appointment With Isil by Joe Giordano Book Spotlight!




Appointment with ISIL, an Anthony Provati Thriller (290 pages) will be published by Harvard Square Editions on June 15, 2017. I'm requesting a book review.

This time, Anthony's libido threatens his life. He flirts with Russian mob boss, Gorgon Malakhov's mistress. The Russian deals in death. ISIL, the Islamic State in the Levant, wants the product. Russian Intelligence supplies the means, and an art theft funds the scheme. ISIL's targets are chilling. The chase across the Mediterranean is on. Can Anthony thwart ISIL? Will he survive? 


Three advance reviews.
 
A roller-coaster ride to the finish, this book confirms Giordano as a writer to eagerly watch – Kirkus Reviews
(Appointment with ISIL was featured in Kirkus Reviews January issue)
 
Appointment with ISIL by Joe Giordano is a riveting chase around the world that will have gritty thriller lovers salivating for more from this talented and bold author.
Five stars
Dianne Bylo, Tome Tender BlogSpot, Top 1% of Reviewers on Goodreads
 
Appointment with ISIL is a must-read.
Five stars.
Daniel VanTassel, editor The Zodiac Review


Chapter 1
 
When her son Billy was sent to Iraq, Angie Dekker purchased fifty-two pairs of athletic socks. She sent him one every week. Like an hourglass, the pile shrunk marking the year until her son returned home. Pair thirty-two was in her hand when the two marine officers appeared at her door. She heard, “Fallujah,” “Killed in action,” and “Deepest sympathies.” The funeral at Arlington National Cemetery was mostly a blur. She remembered Taps and the folded flag clutched to her breast.
At home, a female friend tried to console her. “You’re an attractive woman with plenty of life ahead of you.”
She might as well have spoken to a corpse. Angie’s depression was as deep as a canyon. When everyone left, Angie cried alone. She anguished over Billy’s last moments like a stuck record in her brain.
Angie’s grief evolved into a singular desire to see where Billy died. The U.S. State Department blocked her visa applications; Iraq was dangerous even before the Islamic State in the Levant, ISIL, ate its cities. Frustrated, Angie flew to Istanbul. She approached the hotel concierge for a guide recommendation. He called an ex-colonel in Turkish intelligence.
Erol Dogan had gray, cropped hair, and a mustache. He’d lost a son in a military helicopter accident. He was sympathetic to Angie, nonetheless he recoiled at the danger of her requested destination.
Dogan said, “Mrs. Dekker, may I call you Angie? Please accept my condolences for your loss. Going to Fallujah won’t accomplish anything.”
Angie’s eyes wandered to the horizon.
Dogan continued. “Why don’t you allow me to show you the real Istanbul? The Bosporus is beautiful, especially at night. I know an excellent seafood restaurant.”
“Erol Bey, you’re very gracious. I’ll go to dinner if you agree to take me to Fallujah.”
Dogan said, “I understand your need for closure, but there’s nothing for you there. Trust me.”
“I have money for expenses.” Angie reached for her purse.
Dogan raised his palm. “I don’t want payment. It’s a matter of safety.”
She took his hand in both of hers. “I beg you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’ll go on my own.”
“A woman shouldn’t travel alone. Men will take advantage.”
“Then guide me.”
Dogan said, “Give me the chance to dissuade you over dinner.”
Angie released Dogan’s hand. “I’m not hungry.”
“Please.”
Angie said, “Excuse me. I need to get ready. I’m starting out tomorrow.”
The next day, Angie was at the Istanbul Atatürk Airport waiting for the Turkish Air flight to Diyarbakir. A shadow fell across her.
Angie said, “You followed me.”
Dogan said, “Angie, please don’t leave Istanbul.”
“I’ve decided.”
Dogan crossed his arms. “Perhaps I’ll have you arrested and sent home.”
“That won’t stop me. I’ll fly to Amman and enter Iraq through Jordan.”
Dogan puffed out a breath. “You’re being stubborn.”
Her eyes held his. “I will go to Fallujah. Erol Bey, have you gotten over your son’s death?”
Dogan broke eye contact. “No.”
“Then you should understand. Will you help me?”
Dogan sighed. He sat next to her. “You can’t go alone.” He rubbed his forehead. “If I agree, you must follow my instructions.”
“Of course.”
“We must cover your blonde hair, or you’ll be recognized as foreign. We’ll buy you Arabic dress.”
Angie offered him money in a pink pouch.
He refused. “You’ll need that when we’re back in Istanbul. Insha’Allah.”
Angie gave him a tight smile.
Dogan made a couple of phone calls.
The two-hour flight was bumpy. Dogan had prearranged a taxi for the six-hour, two-hundred-mile trip to Silopi at the Iraqi border. Dogan cautioned Angie not to say, “Kurdistan,” as a Turkish inspector in fatigues reviewed her passport and kept a copy. Dogan showed the inspector his credentials, and the man saluted.
A huge yellow sun pictured in a red, white, and green Kurdish flag flew over the customs building when they crossed the Habur River into Iraq. Dogan negotiated a ten-day visa, lying about Angie’s purpose and paying the Iraqi stamp tax.
“The south is aboil,” the uniformed officer said.
Dogan grimaced. Angie smelled the sour sweat that rose on Dogan’s back. In Zahko, they procured another taxi, a gray Renault with the “e” lost from the Magane hatchback logo. Dogan told the driver that Erbil was their destination.
As the car passed brown hills with patches of green, Dogan turned to Angie. “Don’t be alarmed.” He showed her the luger pistol he’d carried in his shoulder bag.
Her eyes widened.
He said, “It’s necessary.”
He leaned forward and put the barrel of the gun to the Kurdish driver’s head.
The man’s cigarette dropped from his mouth. His hands flew off the wheel of the car. “I have no money.”
Dogan said, “Drive. South.”
“Where?”
“Fallujah. You’ll be well paid.”
Al-ama. Give the money to my widow.”
The taxi smelled of rose water and rattled like a box of wrenches on the three-hundred miles to Fallujah. They traveled at night. Angie dozed on and off. Dogan was alert. 
They arrived in Fallujah at dawn. The city looked like an ancient ruin with broken palm trees and spiked with mosques. Morning Prayer had begun. Atop a minaret boomed the melodic chant of the muezzin’s voice. “Allah Akbar…”
Dogan’s face glistened. He turned to Angie. “Fifteen minutes, then we go.”
The taxi driver’s head swiveled as he searched the street and nearby buildings. He left the engine running.
Angie wore a black niqāb and burga covering her from head to toe. She trembled as she opened the taxi door and stepped onto the dusty street. Billy died here, she thought, what a filthy desolate place, and tears welled.
The driver’s neck craned from the car window. “Let’s go.”
Dogan said, “Angie, we must leave.”
Angie sighed. She nodded and slipped back into the vehicle.
The taxi moved thirty yards. Two stolen U.S. military jeeps with camouflage paint appeared on either side of the street and sped toward the taxi, blocking its path back and front. A brace of dark-haired men in black flak jackets, gray pants, and boots carrying rifles with scopes and large magazines emerged from doorways on both sides of the street and surrounded the taxi.
Dogan’s fist slammed down. “Bok.”
Angie stiffened. Her stomach turned to acid. She put a hand to her mouth.
A tall, well-built man in a black skull-fitting takiyah and full beard strode to the car with rifle pointed. He said in Arabic, “Get out.”
The driver stepped into the street with hands raised. Two men grabbed him. He struggled, then burst into tears. Dogan grabbed the pistol. Angie touched his forearm. He nodded and left the gun when they stepped from the car.
The tall man turned to Dogan. “He’s a Kurd. You look to be a Turk.” His rifle pointed at Angie. “What nationality are you? Remove the veil.”
Angie didn’t understand.
The tall man’s voice rose. “Woman, remove the scarf.”
Dogan spoke English in a low voice. “He wants you to uncover your face.”
The tall man’s voice became excited. “English. Turk, what have you brought me?”
Angie peeled off her mask. She wanted to be defiant. She had the urge to urinate.
Dogan said in English, “She’s Swedish. A tourist. We meant no harm.”
The tall man stroked his beard. He spoke English with a British accent. “You didn’t pray. That was a mistake. Lying to me is another.”
The tall man turned to Angie. “I’m called Al-Nasir li-Din Allah. What’s your name and country?”
Angie glanced at Dogan. “My name is Angie Dekker. I’m Swedish.”
Al-Nasir tilted his head. He pressed the barrel of his rifle into Dogan’s chin. “Lie to me again and you’ll watch his head explode.”
Dogan said, “Don’t …”
Al-Nasir cracked Dogan’s skull with his rifle butt. He fell to the ground bleeding and unconscious.
Angie gasped. She bent to Dogan.
Al-Nasir said, “Tell me, woman. Now.”
Angie gulped. She didn’t look up. “I’m an American.”
Al-Nasir’s grin revealed white teeth. “And why have you come to Fallujah?”
Angie’s eyes rose. “My son was killed here. I wanted to see what he fought for.”
“Now that you’re here, what do you think?”
“He died for nothing.”
Al-Nasir roared in amusement. The men around him didn’t understand, but they smiled.
Angie said, “What will you do with me?”
Al-Nasir caressed his beard. “Something Shakespearean.”
The building where Angie was kept smelled like an outhouse pit. Bugs in her lumpy bed bit her left eye and it swelled. Fly bites itched and festered. Weeks past. She was grimy from unwashed sweat. Her hair was filthy and matted. An old woman, clothed in black, brought food and water and emptied her latrine bucket. Angie feared she’d be raped, but no man touched her. She worried about Dogan.
The old woman wouldn’t say what had become of him. She regretted involving the Kurdish driver. She had plenty of time to think.
When the old woman brought the orange tunic, Angie gulped. She didn’t want to die. She prayed for the first time since she was told of Billy’s death. The thought of an afterlife comforted her; she’d see Billy again. What if it all was a myth? There’d be nothing. They said that Billy died instantly, without pain, without contemplation of his fate. That was better, she thought.
The morning Angie was taken to the desert, something in the water tasted bitter. Angie became unsteady; her mind dreamy. The old woman helped her put on the orange tunic. The military jeep bumped along the sandy road, then swerved onto the dunes for about a mile. In her sleepy state, Angie saw a line of men, dressed completely in black, all but their brown eyes covered. The tallest man in the middle she guessed was Al-Nasir. Angie’s hands were bound. She was half-carried from the jeep across the sand to Al-Nasir by two men on either side of her. She thought, I must fight, run, scream, but her spacey head damped down action. They pushed her to kneel at Al-Nasir’s feet facing a camera on a tripod.
Al-Nasir spoke to the lens in Arabic. To Angie, it seemed a long speech. Dogan came into her mind. She said a silent prayer. Her vision blurred.
Al-Nasir’s last line was in English, “America, you can’t protect your women.”
Angie caught the glint of the steel knife in his hand.
Al-Nasir brought his lips close to her ear and said in a soft voice. “I’ll be quick.”
Angie gasped, and a black curtain fell.



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Joe Giordano was born in Brooklyn. He and his wife, Jane, have lived in Greece, Brazil, Belgium and the Netherlands. They now live in Texas with their shih tzu, Sophia. 

Joe's stories have appeared in more than one-hundred magazines including The Monarch Review, The Saturday Evening Post, decomP, The Summerset Review, and Shenandoah. His novel, Birds of Passage, An Italian Immigrant Coming of Age Story, was published by Harvard Square Editions October 2015. His next novel, Appointment with ISIL, an Anthony Provati Thriller will be published by HSE June 15, 2017. Read the first chapter for Birds of Passage and sign up for his blog at http://joe-giordano.com/


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Forbidden Desire Pirate's Prize #3 by Tina Donahue Cover Reveal


Forbidden Desire
Pirate's Prize #3
by Tina Donahue
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub Date: 12/5/17
In paradise, the only limits to passion lie in your imagination…
After a life filled with hardship, landing on a lush tropical isle is heaven on earth for mariner Heath Garrison. And it comes complete with two angels who bring out the very devil in him. Identical twins Netta and Aimee are guileless and seductive, living and loving without jealousy. Days of longing, nights of carnal bliss make choosing one over the other seem impossible, but hungering for both sisters is taboo.
Aimee and Netta’s devotion to each other helped them survive the vicious pirates who overran their home. Will a virile Englishman come between them now? When their enemies return, determined to vanquish the islanders for good, Heath races to save them along with his countrymen. But survival will bring a choice—between the life Heath has known, and a love that changes all their destinies…

Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary, and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publishers Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three of her erotic novels (Adored; Deep, Dark, Delicious; Lush Velvet Nights) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic romance, was chosen Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Deep, Dark, Delicious received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away captured second place in the NEC-RWA contest. And The Yearning was honored with an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. She’s featured in the 2012 Novel and Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.






Educate Him by Author: Sydney Aaliyah Michelle Cover Reveal



Title: Educate Him
Author: Sydney Aaliyah Michelle 
Genre: Contemporary Romance BDSM Romance Professor/Student Romance
Release Date: July 31, 2017
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.





Young, but no so innocence, maybe she can teach an old professor some new tricks.

Davis

I've always looked out for her, but she didn't know it.
She came back into my life and made me want what I shouldn't have.
Once she learns the truth, it will show her so much, but will she forgive me.

Julia

When everyone else in my life let me down, he made sense to me.
I returned with a plan in mind, but one night with him and plans changed.
The professor can teach me because I'm ready to learn.

Davis and Julia can't deny their attraction despite the secrets of their past. Will it bring them closer together or reveal how forbidden their love is and tear them further apart?

Educate Him is an unconventional second chance romance with BDSM elements by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle. If you enjoy a sassy, confident young woman, a smooth talking sexy professor, and a connection that reminds you why you love romance, you'll love Sydney Aaliyah Michelle's latest stand-alone HEA romance.

Pick up Educate Him and learn about Davis and Julia's scorching romance today!





Her first text message made me smile. 

Her second made my dick hard, which made me feel like a dirty old man. 

It wasn't the message itself; it was the confidence she had to send it in the first place. The fiery personality at thirteen was cute and endearing. At nineteen, it was fucking sexy as hell.

Hold it together, Professor.

I thought about Julia over the years because the last time I saw her, it broke my fucking heart to pieces and pissed me off. 

I felt guilty because I knew what a prick my best friend had been to his family. I saw it daily and never had the balls to call him on it. He led and I followed him into some seedy dark places. Places his family had no clue about, places that broke up my own marriage six years ago. I was betrayed in the worst way and had no desire to have a woman on my arm. 

I required one in my bed on occasion. 

But never a student.





Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.

After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.

She identifies the sci-fi action flick "The Matrix" as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.

She can recite the entire script from the 80's teen comedy/drama "The Breakfast Club" and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.

When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.



A Million Thoughts: Learn All About Meditation from the Himalayan Mystic
By Om Swami
Genre: Spirituality, Meditation, Health
 Each one of us is a master of infinite possibilities at a universal scale. Through meditation we experience our own magnificence, our true potential.
Drawing on his experience of thousands of hours of earnest and strenuous meditation, renowned sage Om Swami pens a guide to help channelize unruly, futile thoughts and turn them into productive energy.

A Million Thoughts shows how to meditate correctly, how to practice various styles of meditation and how to become proficient in the many yogic practices that will lead to the final stage of samadhi — the ultimate spiritual self-fulfilment.

Brimming with firsthand experiences and references from ancient and classical texts, this brilliant book is most suited for the modern reader who wishes to master the art of meditation.
 About the Author

Om Swami is a monk who lives in a remote place in the Himalayan foothills. He has a bachelor degree in business and an MBA from Sydney, Australia. Swami served in executive roles in large corporations around the world. He founded and led a profitable software company with offices in San Francisco, New York, Toronto, London, Sydney and India.
Om Swami completely renounced his business interests to pursue a more spiritual life. He is the bestselling author of Kundalini: An Untold Story, A Fistful of Love and If Truth Be Told: A Monk’s Memoir.
His blog omswami.com is read by millions all over the world.

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