Monday, June 26, 2017

Unexpected Gifts by SR Mallery, Historical Romance

UNEXPECTED GIFTS
by S.R. Mallery

Genre: Historical Romantic Fiction with Family Saga elements






A TRUE AMERICAN FAMILY SAGA: Can we learn from our ancestors? Do our relatives’ behaviors help shape our own?


In "Unexpected Gifts" that is precisely what happens to Sonia, a confused college student, heading for addictions and forever choosing the wrong man. Searching for answers, she begins to read her family’s diaries and journals from America’s past: the Vietnam War, Woodstock, and Timothy Leary era; Tupperware parties, McCarthyism, and Black Power; the Great Depression, dance marathons, and Eleanor Roosevelt; the immigrant experience and the Suffragists. Back and forth the book journeys, linking yesteryear with modern life until finally, by understanding her ancestors' hardships and faults, she gains enough clarity to make some right choices.



SONIA’S paraplegic Father --CHAPTER 2: Sam––Living With Fear


“First thing I killed was no kind of thing at all. It was an enemy
soldier, which was a hell of a lot easier to say than the first thing I ever killed was a man.”
--Steve Mason


“...Nearing the village, we passed women in their beige tunics, black pants, and Sampan hats, shouldering thick bamboo rods weighted down by buckets of water. Most kept their heads lowered as they walked, but the few who didn’t, stared up at us with dead, black-brown eyes and pressed lips. The afternoon was drawing to a close by the time we reached a village compound that reeked of nuoc maum rotten fish sauce and animal dung. An old, leathery woman, squatting by her hooch was our welcoming committee, but once she saw us shuffle by, she scurried back into her hut, clacking loudly in Vietnamese as chickens pecked at rice granules, bobbing their heads up and down in 2/4 time.


Carbini cut to the chase. “First, pull every one of those gooks outta their hooches, then line them up here,” he barked.


I watched my troop comb each thatched home, rounding up families of all ages and herding them out into the open like a cattle drive in Oklahoma. I, too, started the mission and stooping into one of the huts, saw a young woman sitting on a straw mat, eating some rice in a black bowl, a young child at her side.


She was exquisite—the best possible combination of French and Chinese ancestry, with such delicate features, she made my heart ache. My immediate instincts were to protect her and her son from Carbini and this horrendous war, but she just gazed up at me, emotionless.


I could hear Carbini yelling orders to get a move-on, and I signaled this girl, this treasure, to follow me. She shook her head vehemently, and curled her legs around her son. I motioned again, but still, she refused. I froze, unable to think, but when Carbini popped his head in the doorway and snarled, “Weylan!” she got the message and followed me out.


Whimpering slightly, she joined her fellow villagers, gripping her child’s hand and wiping off a tear that had slid halfway down her cheek. I suddenly pictured slave owners in pre-Civil War days and felt my lunch rise up in my throat.


“Now, get your Zippos ready, men.” As Carbini’s face flushed red, I sucked in my breath. He caught sight of my reaction and came over. “Weylan here doesn’t like my orders. Anyone else here who doesn’t like my orders?” Nobody spoke up.


He opened up one of my backpack pockets, yanked out my Zippo lighter, and shoved it into my face. Immediately, you could hear the snap of pockets opening and boots shifting. We were getting ready to Rock ‘n Roll.


Carbini was first. He marched over to a hooch, flipped on his Zippo, and carefully lit the underbelly of its thatched roof. It smoldered for a few seconds, a thin, rising wisp of smoke twisting in the tropical air. From that, a flame grew, nibbling at the straw with a low, blue heat before suddenly bursting into a torch, arcing up towards the sky in a yellow-hot blaze.


Carbini turned to us and nodded, his eyes glazed. This was our cue, yet I spun around to search for the girl, who was at the back of the pack, crying softly as she hugged her son. I glanced over at some of the other men, their hands jammed deep into their pockets, and decided to follow their lead. The fire was raging full force on each hooch now, the thatch and bamboo crackling like a 4th of July fireworks display, leaving its reflections in the villagers’ eyes and turning the sky dark with thick, bulbous smoke.






S.R. Mallery, Gold Medalist winner of the 2016 READER'S FAVORITE Book Awards for Anthologies, has been labeled nothing short of 'eclectic'. She has been a singer, a calligrapher, a quilt designer, and an ESL teacher. As a writer, History is her focus and is woven into her stories with a delicate thread. When people talk about the news of the day, or listen to music, Sarah's imagination likens the story to a similar kind of news in the past and is conjuring up scenes between characters she has yet to meet.



 Interested in learning more about S.R.'s love for history. Visit her website and travel through her passions of the past.




Friday, June 23, 2017

Steel Kisses by Laura Strickland, A Buffalo Steampunk Advernture

STEEL KISSES
A Buffalo Steampunk Adventure

by Laura Strickland

Genre: Steampunk Romance







Reynold Michaels might not be the smartest man in the city, but he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one. The lovely creature he watches disembark from the steam tram every morning simply cannot be a prostitute…or an automaton. Yet at the high-priced bordello where she works he discovers she’s not only a hybrid mechanical, she’s funny, vulnerable, and quite possibly the missing piece of his heart.


Lily Landry understands that as an automaton she isn’t entitled to make her own choices. She must do as instructed or face the ultimate horror of being shut down. But when she forms a bond with Reynold, she quickly learns what it means to desire a life of her own.


In a city conflicted over automaton rights, can they hope for a future together?




She smiled at him. “How would you like to begin?”


“I don’t rightly know.”


She reached for the buttons on the front of her dress, which had been sewn of pearl-colored silk. “Most my clients like to see what they have paid for. Would you like me to strip?”


He swallowed convulsively. A dull flush rose to his cheeks.


“Have you ever visited with one of Landry’s Ladies before?” Maybe he did not know what to expect, thought she would not look or feel like a human woman. Unless he touched her in certain places, he should not be able to tell the difference.


“No. No, I haven’t.”


She wondered how to put him at ease. She abandoned the buttons and reached for her hairpins instead. “Would you like me to take my hair down?”


“I would. I’d like that very much.”


A scratch came at the door which opened to admit the little mechanical maid with a tray holding whiskey and one glass.


The client leaped away from it. As soon as the maid left, he filled the glass with whiskey and gulped half of it down.


“Oh, I’m sorry.” He extended the glass to Lily. “Will you take some?”


“I cannot drink.”


“No?”


She shook her head. Her loosened hair fell down around her shoulders in separate tendrils, and he took a step closer.


“My God, you’re beautiful.”





Review of Steel Kisses by Laura Strickland
This book was nothing like I expected. I find most of the Steampunk I’ve read to be a bit campy. This was anything but campy. This is a remarkable book of deep layers.

I’ll be honest, it disturbed me greatly at times, for I had grown to love Lily from the very first, and the abuse she and the other automatons suffered upset me. Their creator, a woman, Dr. Landry kept insisting they could not feel pain, and when one of them assured her they could, she turned the disobedient automaton off, which was the equivalent of dying for these remarkable, human-like (but nicer) machines built from human tissue and mechanical parts.

These were self-aware, beautiful and intelligent young women, forced to endure horrible abuse at the hands of degenerate wealthy men who could do literally anything to them, for they weren’t human and they couldn’t feel. We learn right off their maker is wrong about their ability to feel pain, but as the story progresses, we discover the ladies take care of one another, develop friendships, even fall in love.

Laura Strickland then pushes the story into a deeper pond of right and wrong, which I will let you discover.
It is an amazing story that ends, thankfully, with an HEA. I strongly recommend it. I give this 5 stars!












Born in Buffalo and raised on the Niagara Frontier, Laura Strickland has been an avid reader and writer since childhood. She believes the spunky, tenacious, undefeatable ethnic mix that is Buffalo spells the perfect setting for a little Steampunk, so she created her own Victorian world there. She knows the people of Buffalo are stronger, tougher and smarter than those who haven't survived the muggy summers and blizzard blasts found on the shores of the mighty Niagara. Tough enough to survive a squad of automatons? Well, just maybe.






Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Proud Mary by Liza O'Connor, Book 3 of Requires Rescue



It's easier to lose your reputation than you'd think.

And when you do,
It's harder than ever to get it back.



BLURB

Mary Mason may have lost her job and reputation, but she has too much pride to allow vengeful women and their manipulative husbands to destroy her life and steal her newborn babies. Unfortunately, pride alone isn’t going to save her. When Captain Chad Danton answers a call about a prostitute soliciting at the local library, he discovers a determined woman in desperate need of medical care. Upon hearing Mary’s story, he resolves to help her, not realizing her enemies will join those who wish to destroy his career.


ONE GREAT WAY TO DESTROY A REPUTATION IS BY 
BAD CLOTHES

 “I’d suggest you go home and rest a few days first. You really shouldn’t be walking around yet.”

Mary couldn’t argue with that, but she also wanted to see her frightfully small twin babies again. She’d only seen them for a few minutes yesterday. They needed to know they weren’t alone, that they had a mother who loved and wanted them more than anything in the world.
After the nurse left, Mary painfully pushed herself from the bed and waddled slowly to the closet. She stared in confusion at the polyester leopard skin tube dress. Where the hell were her clothes? And her purse? Her eyes frantically searched for her belongings, but the bare white closet held nothing but a dress that even a hooker might shun for it’s bad taste.
She leaned her head on the frame of the door and cursed. How much blood did these women need? Wasn’t it enough they had gotten her fired, killed her dog, and nearly caused her to lose her babies? Hadn’t she paid enough for her stupidity?
Honest to God, if she had a do-over, knowing what she knew now, she’d have driven a letter opener into their husbands’ chests before she let them touch her. She pulled the hooker-wear from hanger and painfully returned to the bed.
She pushed the nurse’s call button and waited. And waited.
After fifteen minutes, she gave up and pulled the tube dress on, cursing through the pain and indignity.

GETTING ARRESTED FOR PROSTITUTION 
WOULD CAUSE MARY TO LOSE HER BABIES.
FOR THE FATHERS ARE WEALTHY, WELL RESPECTED MEN.


Captain Chad Danton was driving home when he heard the call to check out a complaint of prostitution occurring at the library. Since he was one block away, he picked up the com unit. “I’ll take it.”
He pulled in behind the SUV and checked it out as he walked by. All it contained was two pissed off ladies with teased and tidy hair.
He continued to the bench.
The woman didn’t seem to notice him until he sat down beside her.
He leaned forward trying to catch a glimpse of her face. “Do I know you?”
She jumped an inch at the first sound of his voice and glared at him.
“No,” she said and looked down the road, as if hoping for someone to come.
“You waiting for someone?” He kind of felt sorry for her. While she looked haggard and worn out just now, he suspected she’d once been a beauty and her auburn hair reminded him of the old time movie stars. It glistened and rolled in unified waves over her shoulders.
She didn’t respond to his last question, so he began a line of chatter that had proved very successful at getting the pros to make him an offer. He activated the recorder in his shirt pocket as he fished out a pack of gum and offered her a piece.
She shook him off.
“Look, I can see you’re in a bad place right now, but maybe I can help.”
She looked at him as if she were about to take his offer, but then shook her head. “I’m waiting for someone.”

THANKFULLY, CAPTAIN DANTON REALIZED THAT MARY NEEDED MEDICAL CARE, NOT ARRESTED. 

SO HE RETURNED HER TO THE HOSPITAL
AND ENSURED SHE GOT TO SEE HER TWO PREMIES, SO INCREDIBLY SMALL...

Mary began with the nurse’s comments that a judge was certain to agree she was an unfit mother and ended by stating her fear she might lose her children. “I was hoping you could tell me if they could really do that.”
His continued frown worried her. “Had they successfully gotten you arrested for solicitation, then yes. Fortunately, I got there first. However, if you’re right about this being Danny’s plan all along, then you’re still in trouble, especially if he and Charles work together as their wives are doing. They can make you out to be as unfit as they want, and with two of them, the judge will probably side in their favor.”
Mary lost the ability to breathe. She felt like a fish out of water, and no matter how hard she gasped, no air would fill her lungs.

Follow Mary as she struggles to do the impossible feat of keeping her babies. 


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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Saturday, June 17, 2017

The Rancher and The City Girl by Joya Ryan

THE RANCHER AND THE CITY GIRL
Tempting the Rancher, book 1

by Joya Ryan
Genre: Contemporary Romance







Rancher and single father Reed Montgomery is a master at French braiding and princess tea parties. He’s also the most eligible bachelor in Cheyenne, Wyoming. So when he stumbles upon a flashy, sexy city girl, he knows two things: 1) she’s a walking disaster, and 2) he needs to stay far, far away.


But she needs him more than he wants to admit…


Charlotte Gram knows what it’s like not to be wanted. She’s in Cheyenne for the summer to help her grandmother heal after surgery, but the farmhouse “chores” are proving much harder than she thought. If her day couldn’t get any worse, the sexiest man she’s ever seen strolls up to save the day...
...and he definitely doesn’t seem happy about it.






“You are the worst car in this hellhole town and I swear—to—God…” Charlotte Gram kicked the driver-side tire of her rental car with her favorite stiletto. The dry summer air blew hot against her skin, and a small film of dust settled on her neck.


Gross.


Was dust a thing out here?


She was used to the Los Angeles smog and clutters of asshole people. She’d never thought she’d step foot in Wyoming. Ever. But this was the prairie state her grandmother had chosen to retire in, so that’s where Charlotte needed to be.


Wilma Gram had moved to Cheyenne five years ago when she’d inherited her family farm. Something about a great-uncle who had died and left it to her. Apparently Grammy took really well to the country life, because even at seventy-plus years old, she was thriving. Up until this summer, at least. She’d needed ankle surgery that would leave her in a cast.


With Charlotte the only one left who stayed in touch with Grammy, it was up to her to see the older woman through her recovery. Which meant several weeks of summer in this tiny town, working remotely from the house, and attempting to help Grammy run the farm and all the chores that went with it.


Not Charlotte’s specialty.


Still, a simple enough plan.


She could continue building websites, earn a living, and get back to her life in L.A. in no time. Besides, it wasn’t like her grandma had a massive farm operation…she didn’t think. Charlotte hadn’t gotten out to visit the great state of Wyoming since Grammy had settled in. Between building her career and surviving a string of bad relationships, Charlotte was happy just keeping her head above water and being the forever bachelorette.


Every time she got past date number three, she started to feel like the man she was with never wanted her in the first place. And it wasn’t just romantic relationships, either. Charlotte never seemed to fit anywhere or in anyone’s ideals. She wasn’t successful enough—yet—to be “accomplished,” and wasn’t creative enough to be “small-business hipster woman.” She was also too blunt to be ladylike, and too prudish to be a vixen. It wasn’t like she could help it. Her mother had done a shit job raising her, and her father bailed when she was young. She sure as hell hadn’t been able to count on anyone.


Basically, she’d spent her life in a constant state of unclassified and unwanted.


Commitment wasn’t something she was interested in chasing. Ever. Doing so would mean trusting someone to want her completely, preferably long term, which wasn’t likely. No, better to stick to her rules of no strings, no commitment, no family. Grammy was the only exception. No way would she have her own kids, no matter how many busybody women in Spin class told her that her eggs would dry up soon. She was only thirty, for Christ’s sake.


So yeah. She worked alone, lived alone…


…and would probably die alone.


It was kind of depressing, actually.


Charlotte blew a lock of dark hair out of her face and glanced around. The town was cute, at least. Downtown Cheyenne was basically sandwiched between an old-looking bank made of all brick and an antiques shop. There weren’t many people milling about, let alone the floods of people she was used to.


Everything felt still. Calm.


Claustrophobic.


She shuddered. “I bet this place doesn’t even have triple-A,” she said, eyeing her newest enemy, the rental car she knew nothing about that was making a pained, gasping sound. A soft rise of smoke billowed out from under the hood. Charlotte frowned. Day one and she couldn’t even get through this hillbilly town.


She kicked it again, letting another round of curses fly. She just needed this piece of crap rental to get to her grandma’s. It couldn’t be too much farther, could it? “Piece of shhii—”


“Excuse me, ma’am?” a husky voice rumbled behind her.


Charlotte stalled midkick and looked up to see a very tall, very strong, very cowboy man staring at her.


“It—shit—I mean, yes?” Her skin went hot, even though Mr. Cowboy was shadowing her in his capable frame. Could she possibly sound more like an idiot who didn’t know how to speak?


“I wonder if I could assist you?” he asked, pinching the tip of his Stetson and keeping those crystal blue eyes locked on her.


Mr. Cowboy was wearing a crisp white T-shirt that clung to chiseled abs and a broad, solid chest. The bits of dirty blond hair sticking out from under his hat matched the several-day-old stubble on his face.


She didn’t know if it was the jet lag or the altitude that made it difficult to swallow.


She looked down, her gaze devouring him like a life-size Snickers bar, repeating the mantra in her head when she hit his narrow hips…



Hungry? Why wait?


“Ma’am?” he asked again.


She snapped out of her ogling and grimaced when she realized her own mind and body had betrayed her. Sure, it had been a while since she’d had sex last, but she needed to get a grip. Wasn’t like she’d never seen a cowboy before. Because she had…in the movies.


“I apologize,” she said, harnessing all her assertive grace. “I’m a hot mess because of this car and I’m—”


“A city girl,” he finished for her with a smile, then effortlessly rounded the car and popped open the hood.


“You say ‘city girl’ like it’s a bad thing,” she responded.


That smile stayed on his face as he shook his head and looked over the engine.


“Not a bad thing. Cities can be fun. Lots of flash.” He glanced her way, only his eyes started at her feet and slowly slid up her legs. Her skirt felt tight against her thighs, her button-up top suddenly constricting. Or maybe Mr. Cowboy’s eyes were making her flush.

“Nothing flashy around here, it seems,” she said, breaking his gaze on her.


“That’s not true. This place puts on a hell of a rodeo show every summer.”


She laughed.


He blinked.


Oh, he was serious?


“That sounds like…something,” she said, trying to polite, but the way Mr. Cowboy bent over the engine and messed with God-knew-what under the hood made his tan arms flex and that shirt of his pull tight over his shoulders. Well-defined shoulders. Shoulders that could handle fingernail scratches…


She shook her head again and reasoned that she was hungry and just needed an actual Snickers bar. That was it.


“Looks like you’re overheating,” he said, and stood to face her.


Her eyes shot wide and she smoothed her hands down her skirt. “I’m perfectly fine,” she defended.  
He chuckled. “Nah, I mean your car. You’re low on coolant. I have some in my truck.” With that, he walked about fifty feet up the street to a massive truck and grabbed something out of the back. She thought she’d appreciated the front view of him? The back was even better. And those jeans? She didn’t know who designed Wranglers, but she was going to write that genius a letter because damn, they showcased Mr. Cowboy’s ass to perfection.


Maybe she could enjoy the sights of Wyoming just a little. She was set to be farm-locked for the summer. Maybe she had time to take advantage of the town before all the work and caretaking started?


Cowboy walked back to her with a jug of what she assumed was coolant in his hand and went back under the hood.


“Tough way for a lady to meet Cheyenne,” Cowboy said, focusing on the pouring he was doing.


“I must admit, this first experience could skew my judgment of Cheyenne from here on out.”


“Aw well, I hope you can leave with only a positive view of things,” he said, standing and brushing off his hands.


Positive view, indeed.


“Start her up and see if that helped,” he instructed.


She got in the car, and with the driver-side door open, he stood at the hood and she yelled, “Okay, going to start it up now…”


She did.


It did.


“You’re amazing,” she let slip out before she could think better of it. When she got out, she caught him smiling.


“No ma’am, just helping a woman in need.”


Speaking of a woman in need… 


“I’d love to buy you a drink to repay you,” she said.


“No, ma’am,” he said quickly, and her internal balloon deflated. But he leaned against the car and grinned. “I’d love to buy you a drink and show you a kinder side of Cheyenne. No repayment necessary.”


Her entire chest lit up with happy sparks, and she tried not to dance like a tween goof at the thought of a date with Cowboy. Apparently she had a thing for country boys, because she hadn’t been this attracted to a guy in a long time.


“When?” she asked.


He smiled and tilted his chin toward the bar on the corner, just a block down from where they stood. “The Cadillac Bar right there has live music tonight. You free around eight?”


“I’ll meet you there,” she said.


He pinched the brim of his hat again. “Pleasure meeting you…?”


“Charlotte,” she said.


“Tripp.”


Of course his name was Tripp. A man like him would never be a Blain or an Andrew. No, he was Tripp. Rustic, a little dirty, and all kinds of perfectly wrong for her. But perfectly right for a minimalist situation. She didn’t have to worry about long term or her heart with this man; she had to worry about her panties.


She had a sneaking suspicion they wouldn’t survive.







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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

MOMS AGAINST ZOMBIES by Alathia Paris Morgan

MOMS AGAINST ZOMBIES
by Alathia Paris Morgan

Genre: Paranormal Horror






Emma Jackson is an army wife and new mom with all the uncertainties that come with it… until that fear is pushed in a different direction. Instead of worrying about diapers and feeding schedules, her only objective is to keep her child alive after being chased by a man who looks entirely too dead.


Trish Walsh thought her day was bad when she had to drag all four of her children on an errand, but she rethinks the meaning after what she can only hope was someone dressed up like a zombie beats on her car door. Yet, the bloody mess left behind is anything but reassuring.


Cooper Walsh’s job is top secret. When criminals break in to steal his company’s secrets, he overhears the conspiracy devised to create chaos as a cover-up. Knowing he must do everything in his power to right the wrong, he sets out on a mission.


Surviving long enough to reunite with their families is all that matters. That… and stopping the zombie apocalypse before it destroys them.




It had only been six weeks since I’d had my baby. Today’s the day for my check up and to get the doctor’s okay to do some hanky panky with my hubby when he comes home. Well it won’t matter if I have a doctor’s note or not, my husband is back overseas with his unit. He was able to come home for a week when the baby was born, but he won’t be home for good anytime soon.


As I lay there waiting for the Gyno doctor to come and check me out in this flimsy little dress, I hear a commotion out in the hallway.


Hurried whispers and quick running footsteps down the hallway make me get up and tiptoe to the door in my bare feet. Cracking the door open I look toward the reception area, but all I can see is a stack of papers floating to the floor.


“What in the world?” I glance back to make sure the baby, Pierce, is still resting comfortably.


Hearing a scream from somewhere in the front, I decide the best course of action is to get dressed and put my tennis shoes back on. Flicking the lock closed, I got dressed in record time and collected my stuff as I headed back to the door.


Cautiously opening it, I couldn’t see anyone at all so I sling the diaper bag over one shoulder and my purse on the opposite side. Placing my phone in my back pocket and my keys in my hand, I hooked my arm through Pierce’s carrier and walked out into the hallway ready for anything.


It has gotten spookily quiet. There weren’t any voices or sounds coming from the reception area that had been filled only a half hour ago.


As I proceeded out through the now empty building, I wondered what had caused the evacuation.
Opening the front doors, I’m hit with sunshine.


“Shoot, I forgot the sunglasses.” Placing the baby down at my feet, I start to dig in the diaper bag when I notice a sound at the side of the building. Glancing up, there is a man walking toward me.


Wait, walking is a broad term for the way he is dragging his feet and lumbering towards me in a very aggressive manner and that is when I notice the blood dripping from his chest.


The screams now made sense. There must have been a shooting. While I would love to help, I have a new baby to protect and this guy is creeping me out, so I grab the carrier and make a run for the car.


Punching the button to unlock and open the van’s sliding doors, I am tempted to just place the carrier inside and buckle Pierce in a few blocks away, but it’s already so ingrained, the need to secure him, so I go ahead even though it will take a few seconds longer.


Sure enough the bloody guy is following me to my car. I open my door and jump in hitting the locks and praying this guy doesn’t have a gun on him.


I place the vehicle in drive and screech out of the parking lot which I’ve never done before because it takes the tire tread off and that’s just wasteful.


As I head toward my home, I realize there is a lot of traffic out on the road and people look really panicked.


The highway is congested and I’m getting a really bad feeling about this so I decide to take the back roads to my home, which is thankfully only about ten minutes away.






When it comes to zombies, it turns out I prefer the funny campy zombies. This story is grounded in more reality than any zombie book I’ve read.

Moms against Zombies is a complex tale of various families dealing with something out of the twilight zone: real Zombies are invading the country and multiplying in horrific speed. So the various families try to move to a more isolated place to survive the apocalypse.

While some believed it a hoax, hired actors dressed as zombies, so thieves could steal valuable date, matters quickly prove it is a real viral contagion. (As in REALITY BITES!)

When the mothers realize something isn’t right, and sluggish people are creeping them out, they grab their kids and drive home. And while the cities are trying to downplay the event, the disturbances they’ve seen with their own eyes, and calls from their husbands send them in hyper-protect the children mode, and head to more isolated areas.

Lesson to learn: Don’t get between a mom and her children. She will protect them with lethal force. It doesn’t matter if you are a zombie or a living human who just wants to rob her of the items she needs to keep her children safe. Either way, she will fight back.

Honestly, this was an engaging, well written, and a realistic scenario of a viral contagion that takes over a body in seconds. And as in common in real life, the ‘truth’ keeps changing as well as they dig deeper and learn more about their situation.

But be warned, this book seems to stop mid-story with the promise of the conclusion coming in the next book.

Due to the lack of an ending, I can’t give it more than four stars right now. It was well written, amazing authentic, but it is incomplete.  However, I look forward to book 2 to find out what actually has happened and hopefully get an HEA.

I received this book in exchange for an honest review.








Alathia is known to those around her for having an a long time love affair/obsession with Dr. Pepper, she has asked to be buried with a can so that it never runs out in the after life. Always bossy, she uses her mothering instincts to help others and share awareness of abuse in child and domestic situations.


A B.S. in History and English gave wings to her vivid imagination in book form. A supportive and loving husband has given her the chance to make her dreams a reality. Their three daughters and three dogs keep her busy while writing is a great way for her to wind down and destress.


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Sunday, June 11, 2017

Not Without Risk by Jennifer Lowery



Hi Liza O’Connor and all you fabulous readers out there *waves* Thank you so much for having me today! I’m super excited to be here! The second book in my Wolff Securities series is now available for pre-order—Woot!! It’s been a long time coming, but I’m hoping it’s worth the wait! Nate and Macy were particularly tight-lipped during the writing of this book but I finally managed to get them talking, lol. I’ve included a little taste of what’s to come when the book releases on July 6th!
Not Without Risk (Book #2, Wolff Securities)
Romantic Suspense

Blurb:
He always keeps his promises…
Private security specialist, Nate Wolff promised to rescue humanitarian aid worker, Macy Gibbs, not harbor a fugitive. Determined to keep his promise and not make the same mistakes his brother made, he risks his life to protect her from the terrorist group hunting her.
Keeping this one will be the hardest thing he’s ever had to do…
With a bounty on her head for the murder of a man who bought her in an illegal human trafficking ring, Macy Gibbs puts both her life, and the life of the tall, handsome stranger who’s vowed to rescue her, in danger. Emotionally scarred from her ordeal, she trusts no one. But, can the biggest danger she’s about to face be the impact this former SEAL has on her heart?
Content Warning: Sexual content.

Excerpt:
Copyright ©2017 by Jennifer Lowery

Blood. Everywhere.
Macy Gibbs looked down at her shaking hands, stained red, still clutching the bloody knife. Her gaze dropped to the man lying on the floor at her feet. His eyes stared empty into space. Fluid oozed from the wound in his chest where his heart should beat.
Her ears began to ring, her vision dimming. They would execute her for this. In this country, she wouldn’t get a trial. Women had very few rights here. An American woman had none. Especially one married to an Azbak man.
Revulsion turned her stomach. Married. What she’d been in was anything but a marriage.
The sound of the door handle turning snapped her out of her stupor. One thought ran through her head as she dropped the knife. Run.
Panicked, she spun in a circle, searching the small bedroom for an escape she knew she wouldn’t find. She’d been locked inside this room for weeks. Had there been a way out she would have found it.
Her eyes trapped on the door. Only one way out. One choice.
To keep fighting.
Forcing her legs to move she slipped behind the door just as it opened. A tall figure moved stealthily into the darkened room, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner. On auto-pilot, Macy struck, aiming for his jugular.
He ducked her blow, his hand coming up to capture her wrist. With a forceful tug, he had her arm pinned behind her, her back pressed to the wall and a forearm against her throat. Not enough to hurt her, but it felt like an iron bar across her neck. Afraid to breathe, she looked up into a pair of stunningly beautiful green eyes. The way he stared back at her made her blood race. Direct, lethal.
Her vision narrowed. Warmth slid down her leg but she didn’t feel the pain of her injury. Memories of what her bastard husband had tried to do to her filled her head. If she hadn’t fought back…
“Hey, breathe.”
Her attacker’s voice, low and smooth, broke through her thoughts. Macy blinked. Why did he sound so far away when she could feel every hard inch of him?
The arm on her throat loosened. She drew in a breath that made her head spin. “American,” she whispered, fighting to remain upright. He wasn’t one of Aziz’s men. Where were the guards? Surely, they must have heard her tussle with their leader. Then again, they were fully aware of what went on in this room and had not once intervened.
A hand gripped her chin, warm despite the chill in her bones. Gave her a shake. Her eyes snapped open.
“Come on, we’re getting out of here.”

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Meet Jennifer
NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 
Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love.  
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

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