Sunday, February 24, 2019

Behind the Mask by Marianne Petit




Blurb

Author Marianne Petit mixes true life experiences with fiction to create a suspenseful tale of intrigue and romance set in the early days of war-torn France.

In 1940 Paris, both rich and poor are thrust together - a mixed society struggling to survive.

American born Yvette Matikunas, one of the privileged few, goes underground with a deathbed promise to her grandfather that has her roaming the streets of France with a dangerous message. She quickly learns that no one is who they seem to be and trust is a thing of her past.

Injure in battle while trying to save the life of one of his men, Colonial André Rinaldo is disillusioned by a shell-shocked country and a weak government.   Persuaded to go underground and unite his fellow compatriots by forming resistance groups, he meets the beautiful blonde, Yvette, whose determination to free France from foreign dictatorship is as strong as his.


In the middle of espionage and clandestine rendezvous, they form a partnership that deepens even under the ever-present threat of arrest.  But with America’s interest in the war building in the background all Americans are ordered to leave the country. Will Yvette return to the States, or will André persuade her to stay and fight for love?



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EXCERPT

“My commander is not happy,” he said in French. “He has instructed me to find out why an unchaperoned woman of your age, I surmise you are about nineteen, is traveling alone. He believes you pose a threat. Would you care to explain?” His voice took on an air of superiority.

“I am quite adept at taking care of myself and I’m twenty-one.”

“Get up,” he ordered. “Gather your things.”

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. Her legs refused to move.

He grabbed her arm. “Now.” He yanked her from her seat.

No one in the compartment made a move to help and she understood their fear.

His touch disgusted her and, for a moment, reined her terror. She yanked free. “My bag.” Before she could reach up for her suitcase, the German grabbed the satchel. She pushed past him and stepped into the corridor. Once again, he grabbed her arm. His gait quick, he practically dragged her down the passageway.

A few times the birdcage bumped the wall and Pierre’s loud chirping filled the corridor.

Yvette clamped her mouth shut, suppressing the barbed words on her tongue. She was in enough trouble. As she walked, she deliberated on how she was going to ditch the hidden message. Leaving Pierre behind was not an option. When they approached the lavatory, she came up with a plan. “I have–“

“In here,” he ordered as he pushed open the door and shoved her inside. “Stay put.” The door thud shut.

Yvette dropped onto the small toilet. What in the world had just happened? Quickly she slid out the bottom of the cage and pulled out the note. She scribbled the words on the tiniest piece of paper she could find, slipped off the metal casing of Grandpère’s cigar lighter and neatly pressed the message inside the casing, something, she realized, she should have thought about doing earlier.

Footsteps stopped outside her door.

Her fingers shaking, she managed to put the lighter back together as the door squeaked open. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the original message on the floor. A long arm shoved a pair of pants, shirt and jacket at her. Yvette’s pulse pounded as she slowly eased her foot over the paper.
“Put this on, lock the door and stay quiet,” the familiar voice ordered.

Before she could say a word, the door closed. This time she locked it. Dumbfounded, Yvette stood in the cramped space and stared at the clothes. Whose side was he on? Why help her? Or was he? If this was some perverse game… no, he didn’t appear to be the kind of man who played games.

Yvette picked up the incriminating note, opened the toilet, ripped up the message and flushed the paper onto the tracks.

She struggled out of her clothes and slipped on the pants that surprisingly, fit rather well, securing them around her small waist with a belt, a size too big. The shirt fit a little snugly, the jacket fit perfectly. The thought that he’d sized her up sent an uncomfortable pang to her stomach. Her nerves throbbed at the base of her throat as she waited for his next move.



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Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Hell Within Walking Distance


Hell Within Walking Distance
By Liza O’Connor
A Love Story
With Paranormal Events
This story takes place in 1980, when Hell’s Kitchen remained a dangerous place. As a young woman working in Manhattan, I was shocked how one block could make such a huge difference in your likelihood to survive. I traveled to NYC by train, so I had no option but to walk once I arrived at Penn Station. What I quickly learned was to stay far away from Hell’s Kitchen, for even in the early mornings it was NOT SAFE.

Blurb
Cara faints on a subway and dreams that she wakes in the arms of an adoring husband. This charming, caring man soon claims her heart.
When she reawakens to her miserable life, the memory of her dream life gives her the courage to escape her tormentor. Newly discovered friends help her disappear by placing her in the household of a wealthy philanthropist who is determined to pull his beloved wife out of her coma.
When Cara realizes the philanthropist is her dream husband, she concludes she is to blame for his wife’s coma. Cara is determined to do whatever it takes to return his wife’s soul to her body, even if it kills her.

Excerpt

As if her nightmare was coming to life, the train pulled to a halt and the lights went out. They are killing the power to the track to search for me even now. Cara felt sick to her stomach. He was never going to forget or forgive this disaster.
Maybe it was time to truly rebel. She had a college degree. Maybe it was time to leave him and get a job. She could conduct clandestine interviews during the day. Yes, she would have to acquire clothes fit for an interview and then sneak out without the doorman noticing her. She remembered Damon complaining about her inability to speak properly. Perhaps if she were to mention public speaking courses, he would decide she needed lessons. That would not only get her out of the house, but also provide a reason to purchase a professional suit. She smiled. If she could climb her way out of Hell, she could climb her way out of Damon’s home as well.
The lights came back on and the train jerked forward, causing her to lose balance. A hand gently caught her about the waist. She looked up at the brown-haired man with frameless glasses. He smiled at her.
His smile confused her. It was kind and loving, and his eyes sparkled with happiness.
“You okay?” he asked with genuine concern.
She nodded. His hand still wrapped around her waist. She knew she should step away, but he made her feel safe—for the first time in her life.
“I know you hate blackouts, but we’re almost home.”
She did hate blackouts, but how did he know that, and why would he say, “We’re almost home?”
She glanced around the train. Everyone was different. Outside was different. The train was different.
Panic roiled in her stomach and blood rushed to her head, causing her vision to gray. The train pulled to a halt and his gentle arm curled around her waist, leading her off the train.


About the Author
Liza O’Connor has been writing books for most of her life. Only for the first ten years she didn’t show them to anyone. Then she joined a group called the Rom-critters and her she learned how to make her stories better.
Liza has published over 50+ books
Liza writes fiction, but all her books have a bit of her life in them. As strange as it sounds, Hell Within Walking Distance has much of her life within the story.
Liza is trying to publish a book a month, so more of her books can be published and read. Most of these books were written in her most creative years. But she is still writing new books as well. It just takes longer to write a new book, rather than to improve an already written book from her backlog.
She also writes in many genres, including: Historical and Contemporary Romance, Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Modern Western, Fantasy, Ghost stories, Humor, and more.
For a full listing, check out the back pages of one of her current year’s books.

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Monday, February 18, 2019

His Midnight Sun by Viviana MacKade

His Midnight Sun
by Viviana MacKade



Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?


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Painted Love – Rhett and Florence


Excerpt 

Aidan went out carrying the huge car seat he’d taken from Summer’s car, walked around the house to get to the truck. After a night of rain, the backyard looked more like a little lake than a backyard, his truck more like a little boat.

Chloe’s favorite car toy fell in the water when he started to take two smaller safety jackets while carrying the child’s seat. Hell.

He left the seat on the truck, retrieved the safety jackets, the beach towels he kept in the garage and threw it all on the boat. Then went through the headache of setting Chloe’s seat.

The battle was fierce, but he won.

And all the while, in a new, cozy corner of his mind, the thought of Summer in his home warmed him. It should not surprise him how good she felt there, the place where he hid for days to end free to be at peace or consumed by the fire of a calling stone. A home that rarely saw people. Yes, he had to open its doors every once in a while, like after a showing at the Art Gallery. He gloriously hated it, but those people came with a fat check and gave a nice home to his work. Aidan had been poor long enough to know money was important, and he could swallow his hatred once a year and throw a party. He always ended up drinking beer alone in his truck, anyway.

Summer, in the middle of his working room, flooded with light? Perfection. The run he’d made when Kiki had crawled to some chisels and hammers scattered on the floor? Good, after the scare had passed. Those things were dangerous, but he never had a reason to keep them all tidy. Now he had, and it settled him. A very odd feeling, one he’d get used to very quickly.

Once the seat was secured, he went to the trailer’s coupler to pull it up, walked to the truck to line it up with the trailer.

Damn rain, he really needed to hire someone to fix the draining, he admitted walking on the giant puddle to get Chole’s drowned toy.

He crouched down. Something blinked in the water, catching the sun as it bobbed up and down the muddy water.

For no reason other than curiosity, his eyes followed the little flash. Frowning, Aidan hooked a hand on the door frame, scrunched down and chuckled. A piece of electric wire.

Might have been the guy checking on the AC the other day. Might be–

Something else caught his attention. A little light.

His eyes went up until they met a black box attached at the bottom of his truck, where a tiny red bulb blinked.

The blood splashed down from his heart to his feet and left him cold. Mindless.

Some son of a bitch put a bomb under his car.



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Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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Monday, February 11, 2019

Worst Week Ever by Liza O'Connor


Worst Week Ever
by
Liza O'Connor

Humorous, Contemporary, Disaster Romance



Blurb

What do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with an egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?

Book 1 of the 5 book series A Long Road to Love, named Worst Week Ever.

Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant (or as his drivers refers to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'). He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry this brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie Hanson's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form.

(Hilarious to the reader, Carrie is not having much fun this week.)



http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DSAJ7JO

What Readers have to say:

“A feel good book with great highs and lows and most of all laughs” 5 stars

“I enjoyed the unexpected events & fast paced, tongue in cheek craziness of this story.” 5 stars.

“This over-the-top disaster of a romance had me laughing so hard I couldn't breathe!”


Excerpt

Trent’s focus returned to Carrie as he slipped his left arm around the back of the seat while leaning closer, invading the little space she had. Her heart quickened. God, she loved his scent. It made her feel— She shook her head. Get a grip! He’s your boss and he wants to see a Broadway show! “Here’s the review blurbs for each.”
He leaned in even closer, so his chest pressed against her arm. Her face warmed. Between her near-death experience and his cologne, her professional demeanor struggled.
You can do this. He’s your boss and that’s all. She breathed in deep, in an attempt to steady her nerves. Unfortunately, she’d fail to account for the effects of a lungful of Trent’s wonderful scent. God, he's intoxicating. She focused on the reviews, needing to distract herself from his cologne. She smiled as she read the comments for Tall and Tiny. It sounded so good. She wished she had the time and money to see it.
Given Trent began reading before her, he should have finished and made his decision by now. She steeled herself and looked up at him. His gaze focused on her instead of the screen.
“Do you want to hold my iPad?” Carrie knew he hated when people treated him like a child.
A faint smile touched his lips. “No, let’s do the last one.”
“Tall and Tiny?”
He shrugged.
She tilted her head. “If you don’t even know the name of the show, why do you want to see it?”
He smiled as if he’d just done something very clever. “Because you do. I could see it in your face.”
Why would what she liked matter? Then a possible explanation came to her. “Do you want me to go with you?”
He gently tugged on a strand of her hair. “Hey, we just went through war together. We both need a laugh.”
His unexpected generosity shocked her. She felt like the egoistical sun had finally noticed inconsequential Pluto still working hard to race around it.


Liza O’Connor

Author Bio:

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. She uses all her life experiences to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.



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Friday, February 1, 2019

Hell Within Walking Distance by Liza O'Connor

Hell Within Walking Distance
By Liza O’Connor
A Love Story
With Paranormal Events
This story takes place in 1980, when Hell’s Kitchen remained a dangerous place. As a young woman working in Manhattan, I was shocked how one block could make such a huge difference in your likelihood to survive. I traveled to NYC by train, so I had no option but to walk once I arrived at Penn Station. What I quickly learned was to stay far away from Hell’s Kitchen, for even in the early mornings it was NOT SAFE.


Blurb
Cara faints on a subway and dreams that she wakes in the arms of an adoring husband. This charming, caring man soon claims her heart.
When she reawakens to her miserable life, the memory of her dream life gives her the courage to escape her tormentor. Newly discovered friends help her disappear by placing her in the household of a wealthy philanthropist who is determined to pull his beloved wife out of her coma.
When Cara realizes the philanthropist is her dream husband, she concludes she is to blame for his wife’s coma. Cara is determined to do whatever it takes to return his wife’s soul to her body, even if it kills her.

Excerpt

Cara stood at a crossroad. To her right, bleak tenement buildings towered over her. Graffiti-covered plywood nailed across the doors and broken out windows all screamed abandonment and heightened her sense of danger.
A few rusted car carcasses, stripped bare to their frames, remained on the sides of the street, blackened from fire. They looked as if giant dragons had attacked and eaten all but their iron bones: dragons that nested in the buildings, hiding in those gapping black windowless holes; dragons waiting for their next meal to walk down the road.
“Well?” Damon asked in a terse, annoyed tone that silently screamed once again that she wasn’t meeting expectations. “You do know how to get back to civilization, I hope.”
Cara looked to her left. This street possessed signs of life, but dangerous life. Predators lurked in the shadows. Sleeping neon signs hung from the buildings, quiet now, but later they would scream in bright blinking lights their messages: Sexy Girls…All Nude…Magical Massages.
While the signs presently slept, in the dark shadows of the doors and alleys she could see men huddled in nefarious business transactions. Cars crawled up and down the street while tired, drained women greeted them with forced smiles.
“We’re going to miss the R,” Damon complained, and without waiting for her to decide, he headed up the left road, his long legs forcing her to run to keep up.
“We’d better make the train, or I’m going to be most put out.”
She appreciated the quick, angry pace he set. When tourists, loaded with packages and money, wandered into the dens of hungry predators, missing a damn train was the least of their worries. Several of the men in the shadows watched her like wolves sighting deer as she trotted behind Damon. When they reached the end of the street, he stopped.
“Well?”
She stared at their choices. Nothing looked familiar. Either everything had changed since she was last here or... Fear paralyzed her. What if they were completely off course, moving away from the train station rather than toward it?


About the Author
Liza O’Connor has been writing books for most of her life. Only for the first ten years she didn’t show them to anyone. Then she joined a group called the Rom-critters and her she learned how to make her stories better.
Liza has published over 50+ books
Liza writes fiction, but all her books have a bit of her life in them. As strange as it sounds, Hell Within Walking Distance has much of her life within the story.
Liza is trying to publish a book a month, so more of her books can be published and read. Most of these books were written in her most creative years. But she is still writing new books as well. It just takes longer to write a new book, rather than to improve an already written book from her backlog.
She also writes in many genres, including: Historical and Contemporary Romance, Sci-Fi, Paranormal, Modern Western, Fantasy, Ghost stories, Humor, and more.
For a full listing, check out the back pages of one of her current year’s books.

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