Monday, March 30, 2015

Fool for Books Giveaway Hop

Recently, I've become a fool for mermaids! I've gone crazy with all things merfolks. My very first publication will be a mermaid novella titled The Glass Mermaid, which will release as part of the Falling in Deep collection this summer. I am honored to join 15 other talented authors in this endeavor. My tale will be a romance between a mermaid and a painter. Can't wait for you to meet them.

I'll be releasing the beautiful cover for this mermaid novella very soon. Can't wait to show it to you, so let's make sure we keep in touch! 

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RBTL Presents Eastern Cowboy by Andrew Grey & Guest Post

Save a horse, ride a cowboy! I'm please to welcome Andrew Grey to the blog today. So what kind of cupcakes would these cowboys enjoy? Grey is here to share!

Characters and Cupcakes

Poppy, thank you so much for having me and Brighton as your guest.  Brighton from Eastern Cowboy is a pretty basic kind of guy.  He and his sister were raised by an aunt and uncle after their parents’ deaths and they received secondary treatment after their natural children.  Brighton looked after his sister Brianne, so he always took what was left over.   So his favorite cupcake would be simple.  Chocolate cake with rich chocolate fudge icing.    He’d eat it sitting in the chair that had once been his grandfather’s, on the front porch of the farmhouse he inherited, leg up on a stool because it diminished the constant ache.  If possible, he’d be happiest if he had more than one and was able to share them with Brianne, his sister, and Tanner, the man who he hires to help him on the farm and who works his way deep into Brighton’s heart. 

Tanner is a cowboy from Montana.  He lost his job on a ranch there and came to Maryland to live with relatives.  He’s a very down to earth kind of guy, but I think his taste in cupcakes would be a little more interesting.  Personally I love carrot cake in all its forms, but Tanner would adore a white cake with strawberry filling and maybe some caramel icing.  He’s adventurous and I also think that if he got his hands on cupcakes like that, he’d share them with Brighton.  He’d also save some for his young cousins when they came over to ride the pony, Diablo.

Novel Description: 

Brighton McKenzie inherited one of the last pieces of farmland in suburban Baltimore. It has been in his family since Maryland was a colony, though it has lain fallow for years. Selling it for development would be easy, but Brighton wants to honor his grandfather's wishes and work it again. Unfortunately, an accident left him relying on a cane, so he’ll need help. Tanner Houghton used to work on a ranch in Montana until a vengeful ex got him fired because of his sexuality. He comes to Maryland at the invitation of his cousin and is thrilled to have a chance to get back to the kind of work he loves.
Brighton is instantly drawn to the intensely handsome and huge Tanner—he’s everything Brighton likes in a man, though he holds back because Tanner is an employee, and because he can’t understand why a man as virile as Tanner would be interested in him. But that isn’t the worst of their problems. They have to face the machinations of Brighton's aunt, Tanner’s ex suddenly wanting him back, and the need to find a way to make the farm financially viable before they lose it.


Mr. Granger opened the file. “The last will and testament of Edward McKenzie,” he said ceremoniously and then began to read.
“To start with I’d like to deal with my daughter Vera Westbridge. Vera, honey, I know you and that man you married are counting on the proceeds of the farm for your retirement. Well, I got to tell you, nobody gave me anything. I worked my entire life on that land, and no one is going to use it so they can sit on their butt in Florida or some other place and bake their brains out. It’s time you did for yourself, so I’m leaving you fifty thousand dollars. It’s not enough to retire on, but that’s life. You need to stand on your own two feet, so I’m giving you a shove.”
Aunt Vera gasped and looked at Uncle Raymond, her mouth hanging open like a startled fish. She didn’t move or breathe for a long time and then burst into tears.
Mr. Granger continued, “There’s no use crying. It isn’t going to do you no good because there’s no one around to hear it who cares. You always turned on the waterworks when you wanted something, and most everyone gave in. Well, now I’m dead, so I don’t care how much you cry.” It appeared to Brighton that Mr. Granger was getting a little kick out of this, but he was too good a lawyer to say anything or let it show on his face.
“After all I did for him. His own daughter, and he did this to me.” She sniffled, and Uncle Raymond did his best to soothe her. However, that didn’t last long as the realization of what was about to happen sank in. Her expression darkened, and she glowered at Brianne and Brighton.
“For my granddaughter, Brianne McKenzie. Dear, you never needed anything from anyone. You have a firm head on your shoulders, and I know you’ll go far. I leave you fifty thousand dollars to do with as you see fit. I hope you continue with your schooling and change the world.” Mr. Granger looked up from where he was reading and smiled at Brianne, who seemed very pleased and excited. That would go a long way to ensuring a good start for her.
Brighton breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“For my other grandchildren, I leave ten thousand dollars each. I’m not specifically naming them, but they include Vera and Raymond’s children. Granger will ensure they each get their share. Now to my grandson, Brighton McKenzie. Brighton, I leave you the rest of my estate, including the farm, its contents, and any other money, on the provision that you live there for at least two years, at which point everything is yours. You are free to sell the farm, but if you do so within the first two years, the proceeds will be split evenly among yourself, Brianne, and my daughter Vera.” The lawyer paused, and Brighton gasped as the weight of what was happening fell on him. Brighton was so shocked he barely had the ability to draw air. “After your parents were killed by the drunk driver, you stepped up and raised your sister almost on your own. You had help from your aunt and uncle as well as myself, but by and large you did what needed to be done, fighting all of us sometimes to make sure you could do what you thought was right. I know we had some really whooping matches, but I was never mad at you. You stood up to all of us, and that makes you a man. You also put your own life on hold and worked as hard as you could to see to it that Brianne got through school.”
Brighton looked to Brianne. He had never talked about what he’d done for her. That had been between them.
“Your grandfather knew a great deal about you,” Mr. Granger said. “He was very intelligent and observant, and he seemed to know what was going on within his family.”
“So he gets the farm? He can’t even walk very well. How is he supposed to take care of it?” Aunt Vera said.
Brighton opened his mouth to argue, but Mr. Granger cleared his throat and returned to the will. “Now I know that my daughter Vera will try to persuade you to simply sell the land so she can get her hands on the money, and you are free to do that if you wish, but it is my hope that you will live on the farm and let it become part of you. That land has been in our family since Colonial times, longer than this country has existed. Listen to your own heart and make up your own mind.” Mr. Granger stopped. “The rest of the will contains stipulations should any of the recipients not survive him and so on. They do not pertain to you at this time.”
His aunt practically jumped to her feet. “I want a copy of this will so I can have my attorney look at it. Daddy gave me a copy of his will three years ago, and it was nothing like this.”

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Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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Friday, March 27, 2015

"Short & Sweet" Part 1: Antonio, Peach Bellinis, and Caprese Salad

Antonio, Peach Bellinis, and Caprese Salad

A warm wind blew across the turquoise waters the Tyrrhenian Sea. The breeze was perfumed with sea salt and the sweet scent of freshly snipped basil. It was nearly midday. Sunlight shone on the white buildings of Capri; they shimmered like shells along the shoreline.

I leaned against Antonio, resting my head into the crook of his neck. His tanned skin, warmed by the sunlight, smelled of sand and sea.

"My love," he whispered into my ear, his thick Italian accent purring. He drizzled kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. His strong hands stroked my back. Through my thin silk dress, I could feel the crush of his body against mine.

Leaning back, I gazed up at him. “Antonio," I more whispered than said. My heart pounded in my chest, my stomach quivering with butterflies. 

He touched my chin gently then pressed his lips against mine. He tasted sweet, like ripe peaches blushing rosy orange in the sunshine. My tongue slid along his, and I drowned in the taste of his mouth. Waves of heat rolled between us and soon, I had to step back, so engulfed in the flame that had risen between us that I started to feel faint.

I giggled. “Sorry, I…I had to catch my breath. I was feeling dizzy.”

Antonio chuckled softly. Gently grasping my hips, he rocked me toward him. “I felt it too, my love, and we haven’t even started drinking.”

“Then, by all means, let’s drink so we have an excuse,” I replied.

“And excuse for what?” he asked, arching an eyebrow playfully, his dark eyes full of mischief.


Ready for a peach bellini (or anything else)? This "quickie" is inspired by all things from the the island of Capri. So today, I'm sharing with you Antonio, peach bellinis, and caprese salad. I love peach bellinis, them but I never knew they could be prepared so many different ways. I have a number of different recipes pinned for you on Pinterest.


We also love to eat caprese salad in my house. My recipe is very simple. I slice fresh tomatoes and mozzarella, garnishing with lots of fresh basil, then drizzle the whole dish with really sharp balsamic vinaigrette and pungent extra virgin olive oil...sprinkle with salt and pepper. While I keep it simple, people are wonderfully creative, and I found a ton of amazing recipes for caprese salad on Pinterest as well.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Shh! by Stacey Nash, GIVEAWAY, a Sexomniac?

Shh! (Oxley College #1)
Release Date: 02/23/15
Summary from Goodreads:
Nineteen-year-old Olivia Dean has the perfect reputation, the perfect boyfriend, and an increasingly perfect CV. She has it all, until Christian breaks up with her in public, calling her out as a self-gratifying sexoholic: the kind that plays solo. But Olivia doesn’t masturbate all night — the only thing she does is sleep … right?

Now all the boys on campus seem to want her attention for the absolutely wrong reason — including resident hottie, Logan Hays. He's pulling out his best moves to gain her attention, so resisting his sexy charm is hard work. With rapidly slipping grades, a disturbingly lurid reputation and demanding parents, Olivia must discover the truth behind her rumoured sleeping problem. If she doesn't, the perfect life she's worked so hard for may slip away, including the one person who has Olivia breaking all her rules — Logan.

What do you do when you’re asleep?

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Sounds dirty, right? Like maybe it’s someone who can’t sleep because they’re addicted to sex.

Olivia Dean, the main character in Shh! is a sexomniac. She doesn’t love sex any more than the next hot blooded nineteen-year-old, nor does she fall asleep while doing the horizontal tango. What she does is perform sexual acts while she’s sleeping. Yep, while completely knocked out, in the deepest non-REM cycle, she masturbates.

But self gratification isn’t the only way sexomnia—or sleep sex as it’s more commonly known—shows itself. It is, however, the most common presentation in women. Other sexomniacs might initiate sex with their bed partner, vocalize, or even have intercourse while fast asleep. It’s a rather scary condition, because like sleepwalking, snoring, or talking in one’s sleep, it’s something the sufferer has no recollection of, or control over. Because of this, there have been several rape cases where men have claimed sexomnia, but that’s a whole different story. Today, I want to talk about Olivia’s condition.

Sexsomnia -- initiating or engaging in sexual activity with a bed partner while asleep -- was reported by almost 8 percent of patients at a sleep disorders center and was nearly three times more common in men (11 percent) than in women (4 percent), according to a new study.
Source:  American Academy of Sleep Medicine, June 7, 2010. Via,

Up to 30 per cent of all adults suffer from a parasomnia.

Like other parasomnias, there are no known causes of sexomnia. However, stress, alcohol, and sleep deprivation are known to trigger episodes in sufferers. Although studies into the sleeping disorder are relatively new and limited, it appears that there is no cure.  

When I first stumbled across sexomnia, I was fascinated by it. By the fact people could experience an orgasm while asleep and not wake up, but as my research deepened, I realized that it’s a very embarrassing disorder that makes the suffer doubt himself or herself. Thus Olivia was born.

In a way I decided to write Shh! because sexomnia is one of those issues that’s almost taboo. With the exception of a few high profile cases that hit the media, it’s not a sleeping disorder that’s widely discussed. 

About the Author

Stacey Nash writes adventure filled stories for Young Adults in the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres. She loves to read and write books that have a lot of adventure, a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the local area.

She also loves to blog is a co-founder and a contributor at Aussie Owned and Read, a blog designed for readers and writers of young adult and new adult fiction.

Her debut novel Forget Me Not released with HarperCollins Impulse in 2014 and was soon followed by the sequel, Remember Me. 2015 brings an Aussie set New Adult romance, the Oxley College Saga; Shh! and Wait!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

YA Bound Book Tours Presents: Cruel Summer by K. R. Conway

Cruel Summer 

Kian O’Reilly is flawless as a killer. 

Well-practiced in the art of making murder look like an accident, he is selfish, wealthy, and totally arrogant as a soul-stealing immortal. But when he ends up stranded on Cape Cod with a stolen car and a dead drug dealer in the trunk, he thinks his luck couldn’t get any worse.

That is, until Ana Lane shows up.

Gifted as a mechanic and surfer, feisty Ana is not a fan of the entitled Frat Boys who show up every summer, messing with local girls. Believing Kian is one of those typical rich brats, she fixes his car and ruthlessly dismantles his cocky ego . . . which intrigues the dangerous soul thief.

Determined to spend more time with the prickly mechanic, Kian sets out to understand what makes Ana so fierce. Soon, however, he uncovers the painful truth behind the real Ana Lane, and the decision to save her, may destroy them both.

** This is the prequel novella to UNDERTOW and is based on the story of Kian and Ana the summer they met. While it can be read at anytime in the series, it is meant to be read after UNDERTOW and STORMFRONT.** 

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Q: Can people read Cruel Summer, which is part of the UNDERTOW series, without reading any of the other books?

A: Yes. Cruel Summer is a stand-alone prequel novel to UNDERTOW and follows the lives of three of the secondary characters in the series: Ana Lane (Pix), Kian O’Reilly, and MJ Williams. It was written because fans of the series became obsessed with the tumultuous relationship of Kian and Ana and wanted to know how they met. Thus, Cruel Summer was born. A sizable excerpt can be read on WattPad here:

Q: I’ve never seen the kind of supernatural killer Kian O’Reilly is in any urban fantasy that I know of. How did you come up with the concept of his kind, the Mortis?

A: Kian (along with several other Mortis in the series) is a soul thief, but more accurately, a soul SHARK. They prey on the souls of swimmers, and thus they are basically killer tourists that visit beachside resort areas. I live on Cape Cod, which always ranks in the top ten most beautiful beaches in the USA every year. And while we are known as a beachside paradise, we are also known for a movie called JAWS. The tale of a killer shark that terrorizes a New England beach town is my all time favorite. Given the fact that the tourists drive me a little crazy, it wasn’t a far jump to combine them with sharks and thus make tourist season a killer.

Q: Many of the ARC reviewers found Ana Lane’s abuse heartbreaking, if not downright painful to read. How did you pull it off?

A: I hold a BA with honors in Forensic Psychology, so the psychological state of why abuse survivors remain with their abusers was something I’d studied at length. A huge key to why these people stay is based on their own personalities to begin with. For Ana Lane, she is a strong-willed, determined character. She doesn’t stay out of fear; she stays because she believes she can FIX her father. And yes, she makes excuses for him because she has to continually remind herself that he still has good inside him – he’s still the father that once read her stories and played with her as a child.  The manuscript was read by abuse survivors and they made sure I was accurate in both the violence and the mindset of a survivor. Ana’s defiant, take-no-crap personality is what draws Kian’s attention in the first place and it takes a while for him to figure out what is really going on with Ana.

Q: Can you tell us about the cover?

A: In the novel, readers first meet Kian O’Reilly in a pissed mood because he has stolen a rare car and killed the owner – whose body is in the trunk. He needs to dump the body, but he is stranded in an ice cream shop’s parking lot after hours. That car, a 1935 Auburn Speedster, is on the cover and set against the word LOVE.  Below it is Ana Lane’s one beloved possession, her old Trans Am, and it is backed up against the word HATE. The two cars and the words Love and Hate are inverted, so that the concept of “Tis a fine line between love and hate” comes through. Plus, if you have a physical copy, you can flip the book and it will have Hate on top. There is also a surfboard on the back with a pink shark on it and a pink whale on the spine (all things mentioned in the novel). The gingham background is a nod to Cape Cod and the Islands, as it is a popular fabric here. The hot pink color was used because Ana Lane hates pink.

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About the Author

I have been a journalist for 15 years and serve on the Board of Directors for the Cape Cod Writers Center. I also drive a 16-ton school bus because I am ENTIRELY NUTS.

In addition to working jobs that should come with a warning label , I hold a BA in Psychos (Forensic Psych), torment the tourists about Jaws, and occasionally jump from the Town Neck bridge in an attempt to reclaim my youth.

I live on Cape Cod with two smallish humans who apparently are my kids, my fishing-obsessed husband, two canines (adept at both flatulence and snoring), and a cage-defiant lovebird that sleeps in a miniature tent. Nope - that's not a type-o. The bird is quite the indoor camper.

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Reading Addiction Virtual Book Tours Presents Excerpt & Giveaway: Running Interference by Elley Arden

As an offensive linewoman for the Cleveland Clash, Tanya Martin is tough inside and out. The 5'9" beauty can take a hit and keep on going. But when the man she was best friends with - and secretly in love with - in high school comes home the same day she learns her father's gym is in financial trouble, she's unexpectedly blindsided.

Super Bowl MVP Cam Simmons is only back in town to convince his mom to move out of her failing neighborhood and live in luxury with him in Boston. But running into Tanya stirs up plenty of old feelings he never resolved. He was happy to leave his old life behind him when he hit the NFL, but walking away from their friendship was a mistake he wants to rectify.

As they work together to help save her dad's gym, Cam and Tanya's easy camaraderie and undeniable chemistry resurface. But can she open up enough to trust him with her heart a second time around?

From Running Interference: Cleveland Clash 1

“I was thinking, what about a celebrity boxing match?” Tanya asked.
“Uh, no.” Hell, he couldn’t even keep up with her in the ring.
“Back her into the corner!” some guy yelled.
What? Cam took his eyes off her for only a split second.
She popped him again and smiled. “Yeah, that’s probably a terrible idea. I mean who wants to pay to see you get your ass kicked?”
She danced around him, eyes blazing. Focus, man.
He managed a jab to her gut before she moved away.
“Thatta way!” the guy cheered.
She approached again. Cam swung. At the last minute, she spun, and his fist hung in midair. More dancing. Little hops. And a rush of laughter. He loved when she had fun. There was nothing more beautiful in the whole world.
She popped him again. Right in the flank.
The guy booed. Cam may have, too, because this didn’t seem fair.
“You know, it’s okay to hit a girl in here,” she said. “I don’t want you getting hung up on political correctness and looking like a fool in front of your … ” she glanced at the guy who was watching them, “fan. Singular.”
Smart ass. He lunged, and she dodged.
“Come on,” she said. “Show me what you’ve got, superstar.”
Oh, he’d show her all right. Just not in here. Later, they were going to finish what they started. He would find someplace where they wouldn’t be interrupted by roommates or family members, someplace where they could …
She bounced to the left and clobbered him. His brain rattled.
The guy gave a disgusted sound, and then walked away.
His one fan had bailed.
Time to stop the insanity. “Okay!” His louder than normal voice halted Tanya in her tracks, but a second later, she was bouncing again.
“What was that?” she asked.
“Just me announcing that the match can finally begin. I think you’re good and warmed up.” He grinned. “In fact,” he bobbed his brows, “you’re looking super-hot to me.”
Her feet slowed, and her eyes narrowed. “How ‘bout from now on you keep your thoughts to yourself? This is a boxing ring, not group therapy.”
Yep, he’d unnerved her, and he was just getting started.
“I’m being courteous,” he said, shuffling closer and lowering his voice. “I like to let my opponents get a feel for my size before we really get down and dirty.” He bit into his cheek to keep from laughing.
“You wish,” she said, but she was smiling too.
He advanced. She backpedaled, and then she hit the rope.
“Trapped,” he mouthed.
“Never,” she whispered.

About the Author:

Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness.
Charming characters. Emotional stories. Sexy romance.

Twitter: @elleywrites

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist by Kay Marie

Confessions of a Virgin Sex Columnist!
Release Date: 05/18/15

Summary from Goodreads:
From bestselling author Kaitlyn Davis, writing as Kay Marie, comes a new adult romantic comedy about a girl who'll soon discover that some secrets can't be kept forever, especially those of the heart.

My name is Skylar Quinn, I just moved to New York with my best friend Bridget, and I have a confession. Well, more than one. Okay, quite a few really. Fine, here goes!

Confession #1: I'm a sex columnist. Hold on, that's not really the confession. You see, I'm sort of a columnist.

Confession #2: I'm in love with Bridget's older brother, Oliver. No—I was. No—I am. Wait, was? Am? Crap.

Confession #3: I've been avoiding Oliver for four years. Or I was until today, because he just moved in. Yes, you read that correctly. He's my new roommate. So that night we've both been pretending never happened, well, we might not be able to keep it a secret any longer.

And trust me, this is only the beginning. 

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I've always been a writer. I grew up duct taping my novels together, started writing complete manuscripts in high school and studied creative writing at Johns Hopkins University. Upon graduating, I decided it was finally time to actually give my dream career a chance. So, of course, I started writing a young adult paranormal romance series -- and no, I'm not jumping on the bandwagon. I've been a true paranormal supporter for my entire life! I blame my obsession almost completely on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, my all-time favorite television show. And, before you ask: Yes, I own every season... even the post WB ones! I especially challenge anyone to watch the first three seasons and not fall in love with Angel, securing a lifelong love of vampires! Other culprits of my paranormal obsession are some of my favorite authors: JK Rowling, Raymond Feist, Meg Cabot, Richelle Mead, Lynne Ewing and Tamora Pierce.

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Monday, March 16, 2015

Lucky Leprechaun Giveaway Hop

Kiss the Cook!

Who else has St. Patrick's day dinner traditions? For me, it's all about the brisket. I don't make brisket all year long, but when St. Patrick's day arrives, it's crockpot time! I used to love to head out to the pub for green beer and green eggs and ham, but that's a bit of a racy scene for my toddlers. Now I'm pretty content to make shamrock cookies and cook up some cabbage! To celebrate this fun holiday, I have two gifts for you. I'll gift you, from Amazon, this great St. Patrick's Day cookbook and have these great Celtic measuring spoons for you.

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Guest Post: First View: Why the covers are so important & My Blood Runs Blue by Stacy Eaton

Novel Blurb: 

“I’m still a cop, and my blood runs blue.” Officer Kristin Greene has always felt that something was missing from her life. Even though her job with the Fawn Hollow Township Police Department keeps her busy, she continues to feel as if there is something else out there she is meant to be doing. Kristin finds herself investigating a homicide where a young woman has had her throat ripped brutally out. As she begins to dig for the answers, she finds herself thrown into a world she never knew existed. When Julian and Alexander crash into her life, she finds herself being pulled into a love triangle that has been going on longer than she has been alive. Kristin in determine to figure out who they are and why they keep calling her Calista. Join Kristin as she fights to learn the truth about the recent murder, the two seductive men who have entered into her life and the real truth about herself in a suspenseful tale that weaves paranormal into to the realistic world of law enforcement.

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Why the covers are so important

by Stacy Eaton

I buy hundreds of books a year, of course most of those are eBooks these days, but I buy a lot none the less.  I personally cannot tell you the last time I bought a book where the cover did not catch my attention first. I’m sure there has been a time or two, but I don’t remember those.

And, of course I don’t remember those; I wasn’t interested in the cover. In today’s world where people rush from one thing to the next, me included, who has time to stop and smell the flowers for too long? If you’re looking for a new book, you’re glancing through posts, pictures, or ads, and what catches your attention?

The covers.

The bright colors or bold fonts catch your eye. Or maybe it’s the half dressed man that makes you go, oh, hello! I guarantee it’s not the book blurb that makes you stop and take a second look. After you find a cover that captures your attention, you will then take a moment to read the blurb, but it’s not the first thing to grab you.

To me, the cover is in the top three of writing a book. The other two are the plotline and editing. I spent a lot of time and sometimes a substantial chunk of money, trying to get my covers just right. I start off by searching through pictures and trying to find someone who reminds me of my characters. Sometimes I even do this part as I write the story. Then as I search those pictures I try to come up with a concept that will jump out and make you go, huh, what’s that about.  I work closely with my graphic artist to get the right feeling and then I pass the drafts over to my beta team. My team looks at the cover to first see if it captures your attention, second fits the book and third gets the vibe of the story across to the reader.

I have had covers go together in two edits, and others that have taken several weeks to get the right combination, and that is all thanks to having a great graphic artist! Without that, my books would never be noticed, and never read.

Thanks for stopping by today!!!

About the Author:

Stacy Eaton has been a full-time police officer since 2000. Her current assignment is as Detective of her small town department. She enjoys crime scene investigation; taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.

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“Julian, if you want someone else to go after him, I can send Gabe—” he started to say.

“No, Alexander, I can do this alone. I want him. I need to finish this myself,” I was quick to reply.

“You’re taking this personally, Jules.” He put his hand up to stop me when I would have interrupted. “You know it is better to not have a personal attachment to your assignment. I have allowed you to stay on this case because I know how good you are and how focused you can be. I also figure that maybe your close attachment to him might help you find him, to allow us to finally grieve and move on.” He looked down at his desk, knowing he had made a mistake in his words as he fingered the expensive pen in his hand.

I caught the “us” in there. Yeah, you loved her, too. But she chose me.

I couldn’t repress the sigh as I looked down at the beautifully hand-sewn Oriental rug at my feet, not really seeing it, but noticing its bright reds and blues, the same colors that were swirling around in my mind. Red for hatred and blue for the loss I had suffered. I was taking it personally, I knew that, but I would not allow any other warrior to find Damon and take him to the other world. This would be my vengeance, and mine alone.

I looked back up at him with that heated emotion stark in my expression as he continued.

He tried to redeem his words, and I almost laughed. “We cannot allow Damon to keep up with this behavior. Killing our females and children is not what we are about. If he continues, our race will end.”

“Master, I know it is not. I will be fine; I can distance myself from the attachment. You, of all people, know that,” I said calmly.

“Fine, so be it, but Gabriel is going with you this time,” he said, with a flick of his hand.

“You don’t need to send a babysitter with me, Alexander,” I retorted, as anger bubbled under my skin.

He regarded me with a quick tight-lipped expression which told me he was about to lose his cool. “It is not to watch over you, Julian. It is to assist you.