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“Moving On (Second Chance Series)” by Maggie Fox

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Moving On: A Sweet Romance About Love & Second Chances In A Beautiful Scottish Castle (Second Chance series)

By Maggie Fox

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Lucy’s life is a mess. It’s official.

Her childhood sweetheart ex-boyfriend just walked out on his wedding, telling everyone it’s because he’s still in love with Lucy – even though they broke up a long time ago!

Desperate for a place to escape to while the dust dies down, Lucy gets the chance to spend two weeks in a luxury castle in the Scottish highlands – for free. The catch? She has to be a last-minute replacement contestant on a reality TV series about relationships.

It can’t be that bad being part of a TV show, can it?

Actually, yes it can…

The only good part of the whole disaster seems to be Liam, the intriguing and handsome Scottish Laird who owns the castle. Lucy senses there’s a spark between them, but the reality show’s director has made it perfectly clear that Liam is strictly off limits to the Love Programme’s contestants.

With her ex now pursuing her across the country, Lucy has some serious soul searching to do when it comes to matters of the heart.

Will the Love Programme be able to help her find true love?

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“Goddess of the Wild Thing” by Paul DeBlassie III #Excerpts


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Excerpt I

Eve sharpened her focus. She saw the sharp nail of a witch’s right finger tracing Graciéla’s image on a foggy mirror in a grungy bathroom, touching the center of the mirror with a hatred so intense, the glass burned red hot. The mirror in Graciéla’s kitchen cracked. Shards jettisoned at the old healer then were magically warded off and drifted in place about her head and neck.

Graciéla’s energy, tired as she was, had fended off the pointed shards. She hadn’t been impaled. But the strain had ushered her from one world to the next. Death came not by the hand of another but by a weakened mind and body defending itself.

Eve, shaken, allowed her soft touch to stay on Graciéla’s forehead, confirming the horror of what she’d seen. Shamanic wisdom, often discussed between the two kindred souls, spoke to Eve as she stroked her friend’s head, remembering that death provided passage for one whose life had been well spent and whose time had come.

Eve wept.

After a few moments, she closed her friend’s green eyes and whispered tenderly, “Always my friend, always love, always together in life and in death.” She stood and wiped the tears from her eyes. A gray-brown, green-eyed, great horned owl hooted from the largest cottonwood branch outside the back window.

Eve heard Shirley finishing her call to the EMTs and police, and then walking to the front of the store to await their arrival.

One large shard lay at the end of the table, sharp tip pointed outward. It reflected Eve’s image, a glowing red ember menacingly centered at the brow point.

 

Excerpt II

“Shirley spoke up, “Maybe we just gotta give it up and say there’s no good out there and no damn good men.” Shirley spat on the sidewalk, as she was prone to do when attitudes turned south and a pissed-off mood overrode a physician’s reserve. A petite woman, hovering around five-foot-three, she was a spitfire to friends and foes. Her red hair was a fine match for her spicy temperament. She never hesitated to snap her tongue, making an envious woman or cocky man shrivel and long to crawl into a nearby hole and cry. Shirley lived as a healer and a warrior, a woman who cared tenderly for the hurting and raged viciously at pretense and abuse.

Eve, Shirley, and two other friends, Tanya and Samantha, were plagued by man troubles the way pollution settles in during dusty days and humid nights in the Middle Rio Grande Valley of Aztlan del Sur. They were four esteemed professional women who could have any man they chose. Yet time and again, they went for the lower, the bad, the  worst. They sabotaged the good, the permanent. Commitment was a frightening consideration for four women who’d suffered childhoods of parental dysfunctional neglect and split-ups. They often quipped, “We found each other because like finds like.” Tonight, Eve’s troubles were front and center. She’d done it again or at least worried she had. The glitch in the man was in the type she attracted: charmers—striking and untrue. Suffering had begun. Time was critical. To stick it out or get out was her dilemma.  Things with a new man had taken a terrifying turn.”

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Author: Paul DeBlassie III

Genre: Paranormal Thriller

Goddess of the Wild Thing is a dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where magical happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces influence her ability to love and be loved. Eve Sanchez, a middle-aged woman and scholar of esoteric studies, encounters a seductive but frightening man who introduces her to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life. In the mystic realms of Aztlan del Sur, Eve and three friends struggle with whether bad love is better than no love and discover that love is a wild thing.

 

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Author BioPaul DeBlassie

Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, the Depth Psychology Alliance, the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies.

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“Captive Lies” by Victoria Paige #CoverReveal

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Wealthy, powerful Grant Thorne is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Blaire, the beautiful angel who saved his life when he was injured in a blizzard. The CEO of Thorne Industries and the son of a Senator, he lives his life in the public eye. Convincing the reclusive artist to be a part of his world won’t be easy, but determination fuels his pursuit.

Blaire Callahan had escaped her dangerous past to create a new life for herself, or so she thought, until one night she rescues a handsome stranger who rattles her quiet existence. Their chemistry is undeniable, but is it enough to risk her heart and give up the safety of her remote sanctuary?

Dreams of having a life together come to a screeching halt when the couple is photographed at a political event. And when Blaire suddenly vanishes, Grant begins unraveling her past, and realizes the woman he fell in love with was never as she seemed.

Can a woman held captive by the lies of her past really have a future with a man who’s captured her heart? Or will her dangerous past catch up with her and jeopardize their future forever…

 

 

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Victoria Paige writes romantic suspense with badass alpha males and smart, feisty heroines.

Her heroes are possessive, overprotective, and frequently the obsessed, jealous type with a penchant for strong language. Her heroines are strong-willed and intelligent women who can hold their own against a bossy hero. Her books are sexually explicit and may contain dark themes, morally ambiguous choices, and disturbing situations. In short, they are not fluff reads because anything goes in her plots.
Victoria lives in Richmond, VA with her husband and their German Shepherd Dog. When she’s not writing or reading, she’s training her GSD to become a badass himself.

 

 

 

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“Payback (Vigilante Justice #1)” by Kristin Harte

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In Justice, Colorado, the Kennards run everything, including the only big business in the area. Their sawmill employs most of the town, and the Kennard brothers live up to a long family history of keeping their neighbors and coworkers safe—until a motorcycle club comes to town and starts causing trouble. Big trouble. The kind that ends in funerals.

He carries the burden of protecting an entire town
Being the oldest Kennard brother, I’ve got a centuries-old promise to uphold—run the family business to give the townspeople jobs and the sort of security they can only find in Justice. When a motorcycle club blows that plan apart, I’ll do anything to make them aware that they picked the wrong town to target. As a former Green Beret, I know just how to sabotage an enemy. The only weakness in my armor is my obsession with a five-foot-nothing blonde who unknowingly holds my heart in her hands. My attraction to her could cost me my life, but I’d sacrifice it all to save hers.

She owes a debt that could cost her life
I’ve spent three years hiding out in Justice and paying off a debt to the Soul Suckers, one they’ve decided to collect whether I’m ready to pay or not. When danger lands on my doorstep, one man jumps in to help. Alder Kennard—former Special Forces soldier and current object of all my fantasies. But the Soul Suckers won’t let a debt go unpaid, and with the price on my head rising every day, it’s only a matter of time until they come back for me. Alder would put his life on the line to save mine, which is something I simply can’t afford.

Everyone has a debt to pay, and the only currency I have left is my body. So when the time comes, I’ll trade my life for his.

 

 

“I worry about you, honey.”

My response came automatically, the lie too easy to tell. “You don’t need to.”

“I think I do. I think I can’t help myself.”

I shivered, entranced by Alder’s voice, by the look on his face, by how close he stood. The man had owned me since the first moment I met him, since that first day when he’d ordered a cup of coffee and smiled at me. He still did, and I was so sick of fighting my desire for him.

I took a deep breath and closed the gap between us, grabbing his arms as I pressed my breasts against that rock-hard chest I’d dreamed about too many times to count. Surrendering to him and praying he didn’t make me regret it. “So what are you going to do about it?”

He didn’t answer me—didn’t need to. He cupped my chin in one huge, rough hand, running his thumb over my lips as he kept his blue eyes locked on mine. Waiting. Looking for something. So I gave him the only thing I could—my approval. In the form of a kiss pressed to his thumb as it passed. His response was immediate.

Eyes gleaming, he dropped down to claim my mouth. I couldn’t call what he did a kiss. The word wasn’t big enough to encapsulate the way his entire body became involved in the act or how he dominated my lips, my tongue, my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a claiming. He plundered me. Hand on my face, one arm sliding around my waist to pin me to him, he attacked my mouth with an intensity that made me gasp. No soft pecks or easy start, no working his way up to anything—he overtook me, taking advantage of my quiet gasp to lick his way inside.

I could have died right then and there with his taste on my tongue and had no regrets.

Heart racing, skin itching with the need to be touched by this man, I let go of all the voices telling me this could never happen, and I kissed him back. He groaned as I threaded my fingers in his hair and tugged him closer, his hands squeezing me hard enough to leave marks. Good, I wanted that. Wanted to see his claim on me. Needed the reminder that for one brief moment, I’d been his. Completely.

But Alder wasn’t satisfied with kissing, it seemed. Our tongues tangling, he turned me so my back was to the counter, then reached down to grab me by the thighs and hoist me up. My ass landed on the stainless steel, my legs spreading on instinct to give the man room to step between them. And he did.

And he was so damn hard.

“Give me permission,” he said, nibbling over my chin. “I won’t take from you, but if you let me…if you want me to.” He groaned, his hips jerking against mine almost of their own volition. “Give me permission, honey. Tell me I can feel you. Let me take care of you so I can watch you come.”

 

 

 

Kristin Harte started off as a chemistry major in college but somehow ended up writing romances featuring ex-military heroes and the women who knock them to their knees…literally and figuratively. She likes drinking in the shade, snuggling under a warm blanket on a cold evening, and researching how to blow things up. Her children know nothing of what she writes, and her husband just hopes he’s not at their Chicago-ish home the day the government shows up to confront Kristin about her Google search history.
When not writing good men doing bad things, Kristin can be found writing paranormal romance as Ellis Leigh or co-writing naughty novellas as London Hale.

 

 

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The Year Was 1969


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Last week, I was exchanging comments with James about Sugar, Sugar by The Archies. I’d posted a youtube video and the lyrics for a #SongLyricSunday music challenge in mid-December. For those not in the know… or not born yet, Sugar, Sugar was the number one song in the country September 20 through October 11 in 1969, and subsequently, the Billboard Top 100 Song of the Year (RIAA).

Needless to say, we heard it…a LOT! No one thought it odd that a song sang by fictional cartoon characters ruled the airwaves and won the year. The song’s co-author, Andy Kim, would go on to record, Rock Me Gently, a number one hit in 1974.

It got me to thinking—what else were we listening to in 1969?

I was the ripe old age of nine in 1969, with three older siblings and an extensive music collection. (Vinyl 45s were 69¢!) I pulled out paper and pen and listed the songs I could remember. The mister even added a few… and we didn’t even touch the surface. Giving up, we turned to Google… and ended up building a new playlist!

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The Number One Songs of 1969

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January 4 – January 25 – Heard it Through the GrapevineMarvin Gaye

 

 

 

February 1 – February 8 – Crimson and CloverTommy James and the Shondells

 

 

 

February 15 – March 8 – Everyday PeopleSly and the Family Stone

 

 

 

March 15 – Aril 5 – DizzyTommy Roe

 

 

 

April 12 – May 17 – Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine5th Dimension

 

 

 

May 24 – June 21 – Get BackThe Beatles with Billy Preston

 

 

 

June 28 – July 5 – Love Theme from “Romeo & JulietHenry Mancini

 

 

 

July 12 – August 16 – In the Year 2525/Exordium and TerminusZager & Evans

 

 

 

 

 

August 23 – September 13 – Honky Tonk WomenThe Rolling Stones

 

 

 

 

September 20 – October 11 – Sugar, SugarThe Archies

 

 

 

October 18 – October 25 – I Can’t Get Next To YouThe Temptations

 

 

 

November 1 – Suspicious MindsElvis Presley

 

 

 

November 8 – November 22 – Wedding Bell Blues5th Dimension

 

 

 

November 29 – Come Together/SomethingThe Beatles

 

 

 

December 6 – December 13 – Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him GoodbyeSteam

 

 

 

December 20 – Leaving on a Jet PlanePeter, Paul, and Mary

 

 

 

December 27 – Someday We’ll Be TogetherDiana Ross and the Supremes

 

 

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Any Baby Boomer can tell you that’s a pretty amazing year in music. More than half of these songs are now classics and have been covered by other artists. Some… several times!

Do you have a memorable year of music?

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“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.”

Victor Hugo
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