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Saturday, October 31, 2020
Book Spotlight #Giveaway! Winter Stroll by Elin Hilderbrand #WinterStroll
Tuesday, October 27, 2020
Book Blitz! Don’t Tell Me You Love Me by Holly Kerr ~ Excerpt and #Giveaway! #DontTellMeYouLoveMe
Don’t Tell Me You Love Me by Holly Kerr
Publication date: October 27th 2020
Genres: Contemporary, Adult, Romance
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EXCERPT:
A sudden guitar riff from one of the roadies has the crowd rushing to the stage, almost knocking me off my feet. When I look up, Dawson is gone. I jump up and down as Denzel strums a few chords, trying to see over the heads of the group of girls that have moved in front of me. We can’t lose this footage.
A hand on my shoulder stops me. It’s one of the roadies we’ve gotten friendly with, the one I nicknamed The Rock.
“Need a hand?” He towers over me like some tree hidden in an old-time forest. My face must show my confusion because he touches his shoulder. “C’mon, get up here so you can see.”
He kneels and I clamour onto his linebacker shoulders, which gives me an excellent view of the stage. This is more like it because I can see Dawson right up at the front.
“You okay up there, Shae?” Neely calls up to me with a concerned smile.
I grin widely in response. “Perfect.” Then I turn my attention to Denzel, who starts to sing.
Pink hair, dark eyes
I watch you watching me
Big smile, wide eyes
I love you loving me
Is he…? Is this…? My jaw drops as excitement turns into a tingling feeling of wonderment.
Pink hair, dark eyes
I like you following me
Big smile, wide eyes
I want you in my life
Neely turns with an expression of disbelief. “Is this song about you?” she shouts over the noise.
Denzel Duke wrote a song about me? About me?
“He wrote a song about you!” Neely cries, for once excitement breaking past her usual cool composure. A few feet away, Dawson comes to the same conclusion and turns the phone to me sitting on the guy’s shoulders and being serenaded by one of pop music’s fastest rising stars.
If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind who Denzel is singing to, the fact that he catches my eyes with a big smile, and actually stops playing to hold out his hand confirms it.
“Oh my God!” Neely is now jumping up and down.
Still with me perched on his shoulders, the security guard pushes his way through the crowd to the edge of the stage. The crowd parts with a collective mutinous expression when the females realize I am Pink Hair of the song. I can’t stop my grin even if I wanted to, my heart bouncing faster than the music.
Denzel Duke puts down his guitar as I awkwardly transfer from shoulders to stage.
I’m onstage with Denzel Duke!
He meets me in the middle of the stage and takes my hand, giving me a twirl before leading me into a slow dance in front of a thousand screaming fans, all singing to me.
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Monday, October 26, 2020
Book Blitz! A Case for the Toy Maker by Candace Havens ~ Excerpt and #Giveaway! #ACaseForTheToyMaker
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EXCERPT:
“There’s the Santa house,” Shannon said, just as George growled menacingly. “What’s wrong, George?” That growl was never a good sign, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.
I had a strong urge to turn around and walk back to the store. But my curiosity knew no bounds. I had to find out what was going on.
We stopped in front of Santa’s house, which was a bigger version of our booth except it really did look like a house right out of the North Pole. “Wow, they did a great job. It’s fancy,” I said.
George growled again. A knot formed in my stomach, twisting hard.
Shannon glanced at him and then me. “Ainsley? You don’t think…is something wrong?”
“I hope not,” I said. George had done this before and it had never been good news.
He barked and then did the high-pitched whine that told me something I really didn’t want to know.
“No,” I whispered.
“Ains?”
I took a deep breath and pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Hold on to George—tight.” After handing her the leash, I turned on the flashlight app on my phone.
“You’re freaking me out,” she said, as she gripped the leash tightly.
“I’m freaking myself out.” Opening the double doors to Santa’s house, I peeked inside.
My breath caught, and bile rose in my throat.
“Call my brother.” My voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. I forgot I had my phone in my hand. “What is it?”
The image of the man with the candy-cane-striped pole sticking out of his chest would be burned in my brain forever.
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Sunday, October 25, 2020
Release Day! Lies We Tell Ourselves by Steena Holmes ~ My Thoughts #LiesWeTellOurselves
My thoughts about Lies We Tell Ourselves ~~
With 2 million copies of her titles sold world wide, Steena Holmes was named in the Top 20 Women Author to read in 2015 by Good Housekeeping. She continues to write books that deal with issues that touch parents heart, whether it is through her contemporary fiction or psychological suspense novels. ~ Amazon
Saturday, October 24, 2020
Book Spotlight #Giveaway! Sunset Beach by Mary Kay Andrews #SunsetBeach
Trochek graduated from the University of Georgia with a journalism degree in 1976. She worked as a reporter at a number of papers, and spent 11 years as a reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution before leaving to write fiction full-time in 1991. She published ten mystery novels under her own name between 1992 and 2000, and switched to the Andrews pen name in 2002 to author Savannah Blues, which marked a change in her style to more Southern-flavored themes. ~ Goodreads
Monday, October 19, 2020
Book Blitz! Keep Walking, Rhona Beech by Kate Tough ~ Excerpt and #Giveaway #KeepWalkingRhonaBeech
Publication date: April 4th 2019
Genres: Women’s Fiction
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EXCERPT:
I am a patient. My job is to lie in this bed. I do my job well. Who I would be at home is less clear. And nobody would be there, beside themselves with relief that I am back.
I’d have to do things, necessary things – plus other things I would have to do just to be seen to be doing something.
Doing things makes me tired.
Doing things leads to other things, and things have a habit of changing when you’d got used to them being a certain way.
My heart broke. My body broke.
The bailiffs came for a cone-shaped piece. What exactly do you people want from me?
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I didn’t have obsessive compulsive disorder when I came in but might well have it by the time I leave (an okay trade?). There is precious little to do but notice things and how often they occur.
Times per hour I assess how my wound site is feeling: about seven.
Times per day I remember to visualise a healthy wound site: maybe one.
Number of days with a Tupperware lid of cloud cover outside: six.
(The sheets, the walls, the sky – all the colour of bone.
Am I that colour too? I have no mirror to tell otherwise.
Maybe everyone who goes under anaesthetic wakes up in this world of bone, while their previous lives continue somewhere else.)
Minutes per day the nurses listen to a facile breakfast DJ: 120.
Minutes per day I am now able to breathe behind the radio and tune it out: 40.
Times per day I imagine being outdoors for hours on end: one, but it lasts awhile.
Times per day I notice that my left foot sits higher under the sheet than my right: about a dozen.
Times per day I speak: zero.
Times per day I make eye contact with the parent who has come to visit: on arrival only. (I will not cry in a room with a half glass wall, with a person who has to leave afterwards.)
Times per hour I remember what other people have to cope with in life: one, if I make myself.
Times per day I imagine a year from now, when things could be very different: zero, initially, now up to two or three.
Times per hour the perma-grin nurse sings out to the woman opposite, ‘Feeling okay, Nancy?’: too many. (I am waiting for Nancy to be discharged or die.)
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Everything is Beautiful by Eleanor Ray ~Trailer Reveal! #EverythingIsBeautiful @rararesources
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