Tuesday, May 31, 2022
Release Day! The Favor by Nora Murphy ~ My Thoughts #TheFavor #NetGalley
Monday, May 30, 2022
It's Monday! What Are You Reading? May 30, 2022 #IMWAYR
Saturday, May 28, 2022
This OR That #Giveaway № 58 ~ The Good Liar by Catherine McKenzie OR The Good Woman by Jane Porter #TheGoodLiar #TheGoodWoman
Friday, May 27, 2022
Book Blitz! Dark Blue Waves by Kimberly Sullivan ~ Excerpt and #Giveaway #BlueWaves
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EXCERPT:
Janet marveled at her reflection in the mirror. Her light brown hair with its sunny highlights looked elegant swept up; her neck appeared long and delicate. Her green eyes sparkled. She looked older, more sophisticated with her nineteenth-century toilette. She was certainly too suntanned to be fashionable among the creamy-skinned young women of Bath. Her form was perhaps too muscular for nineteenth-century tastes, but sport-sculpted shoulders and legs would be well-covered by the fashions of the day.
It did not require an extreme stretch of the imagination to believe that she might have just stepped out of the Bennet household. If only she could learn the manners and banish anachronisms from her discourse, she might actually get away with it.
“Why, Jane! Don’t you look lovely! What a miraculous recovery.” Emma glided into the room, all smiles and good cheer. “Doctor Perry has given me an excellent report. We are to take a short walk, but I have strict instructions to rest frequently. I have brought my sketching pad and pencils so that we shall have every excuse to sit and rest. Doctor Perry assures me you are strong, and he is confident you should soon be back to your old self.”
Janet smiled at her new friend. How kind they were being to her. She followed Emma out of the room, and then out the front door into the glorious, sunny June day.
June 17, 1813.
She could hardly believe it. She, Janet Roberts, writing her master’s thesis on nineteenth-century English social customs and manners and how they were reflected in the literature of the period, was now walking around Bath on June 17, 1813. This was a dream come true. How her fellow students and scholars would envy her, if only they knew.
But would they ever know? Would she ever return to her twenty-first-century life to complete that half-finished thesis, the one she needed to finalize by next May? Would she return to finish her Austen seminar? She’d agonized endlessly over her father controlling every aspect of her life—her studies, her career, her choice of a husband—yet here she was, a few days later, and her life was one giant question mark.
Emma slipped her arm through Janet’s, and the two women walked along the green of The Crescent, then continued the short distance to The Circus. This was the very same route Janet jogged with Siobhan only a few days earlier, on the morning of the accident that changed her life.
The streets were a riot of sights, sounds, and color. Women in their elegant dresses, servant girls in their coarse, functional smocks and aprons. In Janet’s world, it was not always easy to distinguish the classes by fashion. A twenty-first-century internet billionaire might work daily in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, just like the worker cleaning the streets. But here, in this new world, class and privilege were prominently displayed in one’s dress and carriage. There were no blurred lines. No room for ambiguity.
Children wandered the streets, carrying heavy parcels and buckets in their delicate, tiny hands. Janet longed to relieve them of their loads. How on earth could such young creatures be working so hard, carrying burdens that must weigh as much as they? Surely they should be in school, or enjoying their brief childhood, or accompanied by an observant adult, someone to ensure that they were vigilant and would not risk being run over and killed by a passing horse and carriage in a careless moment of childish distraction. Goodness, her modern sensibilities found this far too difficult to digest.
As she and Emma promenaded, elegant men stepped aside to allow them to pass. The men smiled and tipped their hats to the passing ladies.
The smell of horse manure was overwhelming. It hung so thickly in the air that Janet felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She saw a few men braving oncoming traffic, shovels in hand, attempting to clear the streets, only able to eliminate a small portion of the mountains of accumulated horse droppings.
Hadn’t the automobile been touted as the ideal solution to eliminate pollution? Janet, alongside her middle school classmates, had laughed smugly at the absurdity of that premise. How easy to have been smug in her clean and hygienic modern world. But now that she was actually living in the time period and breathing in the overwhelming odor that must have permeated every major city, she felt more sympathy for those who had welcomed the technology as a possible liberation from the nauseating stench that blanketed cities and towns.
Janet tried in vain to compose her face, but she couldn’t help but stare at the sights and sounds all around her.
Emma laughed at her friend. “You must remember to close your mouth and not gape at your surroundings. It looks as if you are out in the world for the first time, my dear Jane. Surely, you have not forgotten in this brief time what the world looks like beyond the confines of the sick bed.”
You would be surprised, Emma.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2022
Book Blitz! Love, Not War: A Charity Anthology for Ukraine #LoveNotWar
Love, Not War: A Charity Anthology for Ukraine
Publication date: May 24th 2022
Genres: Adult, Romance
LOVE, NOT WAR — A Charity Anthology for the Ukraine Crisis Fund
17 authors have come together to write 16 different romance stories of all sub-genres and tropes.
LOVE, NOT WAR releases 05.24.22
All proceeds will go to benefit affected communities in Ukraine, with a focus on the most vulnerable, including children, who need access to food, medical services, and psychosocial support. It also supports humanitarian assistance in impacted communities in Ukraine and surrounding regions where Ukrainian refugees have fled.
PARTICIPATING AUTHORS:
A.R. HALL
CASSIA BRIAR
DEE GARCIA
EMERY LEEANN & ELIZABETH ST. JOHN
HAZEL GRACE
JEN STEVENS
JENSEN REED
KATHERINE MOORE
M. JAMESON
M.R. LEAHY
N.M. BLACK
SARA A. MOSIER
SAVANNAH SLOAN
SUKI WILLIAMS
SUMMER O’TOOLE
YOLANDA OLSON
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Tuesday, May 24, 2022
Release Day Book Blitz! Midnight Dunes by Laura Griffin ~ Excerpt #MidnightDunes
When the shocking discovery of a murdered woman’s body disturbs the tranquility of tourist season, the police detective in charge of the puzzling case must work alongside the new filmmaker in town to pursue every lead in the new romantic thriller from New York Times bestselling author Laura Griffin.
After a scandal derails her television reporting career, Macey Burns comes looking for a change of pace in Lost Beach, Texas. She’s ready to focus on her first passion—documentary filmmaking—and has a new job working for the island’s tourism board, shooting footage of the idyllic beachside community. Her plans for a relaxing rebound are dashed when she realizes the cottage she’s renting belonged to the woman whose body was just found in the sand dunes.
Detective Owen Breda is under intense pressure to solve this murder. Violent crimes are rising in his small town, and he can’t stand to see anyone else hurt…especially not the beautiful documentarian who keeps showing up at the precinct.
With the clock ticking, cameras rolling, and body count climbing, Macey and Owen must use all their resources to find the killer without getting caught in the crosshairs.
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EXCERPT:
Macey blinked at the windshield, shocked. Her heart raced
as she tried to catch her breath. The car was tilted, and the headlights
illuminated a patch of weeds and a gravelly strip of shoulder.
Macey put the gearshift in park and shoved open the door.
She started to get out, but the seat belt yanked her back. Unbuckling it, she
slid out. Rain pelted her as she looked around in a daze.
What the hell had happened? One second she'd been driving
along and the next second it was like aliens had seized control of the car. And
she'd definitely felt a bump. Had she hit something?
Glancing at the road, she saw no other traffic. She
retrieved her cell phone and slammed the door. Her wet flip-flops thwacked
against the gravel as she walked around the front of the Honda and checked for
damage. No dents. No sign of an animal.
She stopped beside the front bumper. The right tire was
flat.
"Crap."
She switched on her cell phone's flashlight and aimed it at
the tire. Rain streamed down her face and neck. What now? She turned off the
flashlight and called Josh, but he didn't pick up, so she sent him a text:
SOS! Flat tire. Call me.
A car raced past and sprayed her with water. She yelped and
whirled around, but the driver didn't even slow. Cursing, she glanced up and
down the highway. This end of the island was fairly desolate-mostly campgrounds
and nature parks. She'd passed a marina, but that was a ways back.
When she'd planned her trip down here, she had wanted
seclusion. After weeks of scouring listings, she'd been ecstatic when a
long-term rental popped up on the island's north end, just footsteps from the
beach. The idea of being away from town, surrounded by sand and waves and the soundtrack
of nature, had been immensely appealing. But now she wasn't sure. Maybe she
should have followed Josh's advice and rented an apartment in town for the
summer.
Macey shivered and rubbed her bare arms, chilled from the
rain despite the warm temperature. Her tank top and jeans were already soaked
through, and she was out here alone and stranded.
I can handle it.
Ha. Famous last words.
She went back around the Honda and reached inside once
again, this time to pop the trunk. It was a new-to-her car, and she didn't know
the spare tire situation, but surely there was something in back. Macey had
helped a boyfriend change a tire in college once. Well, maybe not helped, but
she'd watched, and it had seemed pretty straightforward.
She tromped back to the trunk and slid aside the tripod and
the suitcase filled with camera equipment. After finding the corner tab, she
peeled back the layer of carpet.
Score! A spare tire, along with a heavy metal tool-a lug
wrench?-and what had to be a jack.
But the spare seemed . . . off. She frowned down at the
anemic-looking tire. Pressing her fingers against it, she confirmed her
suspicion.
The spare was flat, too.
"Crap," she said again.
Macey checked her phone. Still nothing from Josh. She hated
asking a man to rescue her, but it was freaking pouring, and she was out of
options.
Another lightning strobe, followed by a clap of thunder.
Then a jagged white bolt zapped down from above.
She looked up at the sky, awestruck. The ferocious beauty
of it reminded her of why she'd been attracted to Lost Beach in the first
place. She'd been lured by the film project, of course, which would pay her
bills while she got her life sorted. But beyond that, she'd been attracted by
the dramatic juxtaposition of nature and people. She'd been lured by the rugged
Texas coast and one of the last long stretches of untamed beach and twenty-foot
dunes.
Rainwater trickled down the front of her shirt, reminding
her of her plight. She stared down at the useless tire.
Her trip was off to a rocky start. She wasn't
superstitious-at least not usually-and she refused to take tonight as a bad
omen. She was here for the entire summer, and no matter what happened she
planned to make the best of it.
A flash of light had her turning around. A pair of
headlights approached, high and wide apart, like a pickup truck. The truck
slowed, and she felt a ripple of unease.
But maybe this was just what she needed-some Good Samaritan
here to help her.
The truck rolled to a stop and the driver's-side door
opened.
Macey squinted into the glare. Nerves fluttered in her
stomach as a man got out. Tall, wide shoulders, baseball cap. She couldn't see
his face, only his towering silhouette against the light as he walked toward
her.
As he got closer, she saw that he was very tall-six-three, at least, and he easily outweighed her by a hundred pounds. Oftentimes Macey liked being short because people underestimated her. This was not one of those times.
"Need a hand?"
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Monday, May 23, 2022
It's Monday! What Are You Reading? May 23, 2022 #IMWAYR
Saturday, May 21, 2022
This OR That #Giveaway № 57 ~ Sold on a Monday by Kristina McMorris OR The Little French Bridal Shop by Jennifer Dupee #TheLittleFrenchBridalShop #SoldOnAMonday
Tuesday, May 17, 2022
Release Day! Love Child by Ashley Farley ~ My Thoughts #LoveChild
Ashley is a wife and mother of two young adult children. While she's lived in Richmond, Virginia for the past 21 years, a piece of her heart remains in the salty marshes of the South Carolina Lowcountry, where she still calls home. Through the eyes of her characters, she captures the moss-draped trees, delectable cuisine, and kindhearted folk with lazy drawls that make the area so unique. For more information, visit www.ashleyfarley.com ~ Goodreads