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November
2015

Dante’s Gift Release Blast and Review

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Dante’s Gift
By Aubrey Wynne
Released: Nov. 9, 2015
Publisher: Plato Publishing
Contemporary Vintage Romance

Kathleen James is far too practical for her own good. But on the most important night of her life, she gives way to romance and prepares for an intimate dinner with the man of her dreams—and an engagement ring. Unfortunately, the evening doesn’t end the way she envisioned.

Dominic Lawrence has planned this marriage proposal for six months. Nothing can go wrong—until his Nonna calls from Italy. Now he must interrupt the tenderest night of Katie’s life with the news that another woman will be under their roof.

Nonna, a wartime bride from the ‘40s, knows how precious love can be. Can her own love story of an American soldier and a very special collie once again bring two hearts together at Christmas?

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Excerpt from present day romance:
The scent of turkey met her at Dom’s front door. For a moment, apprehension swept through her at the thought of helping in the kitchen. Then a handsome man stood before her, and she couldn’t wipe the foolish smile off her face. Instead of saying something stupid, she held out the wine.

“In a holiday bag, no less,” Dom said, eyebrows raised. He stepped back to let her in, grabbed her hand, and spun her around to face him. “You look stunning.”

“I just thought that the burlap would give it extra protection if I dropped it, and they only seemed to have holiday wine bags in stock and—”

One finger covered her mouth. As his head slowly lowered, she could feel his breath on her face; heat raced through her core. By the time their lips touched, her legs had turned to jello; she clung to him for support.

Gently pushing her toward the wall, he pressed his length against her and whispered, “I need to make you mine, legally, before I lose all control. You have no idea the affect you have on me, do you?”

“I think that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” she said breathless. “Kiss me like that again… please?”

“I’d be happy to oblige if you tell me that isn’t my grandmother standing in the doorway watching us.”

Katie looked over to see Antonia, a wide grin on her face, and quickly pushed on the hard chest that pinned her to the wall. She ran a hand through her hair as the blood rushed to her face.

“Oh Nico, such good Italian blood in you. And not even any mistletoe out yet.” Antonia wiped her hands on her apron and waved to the young couple. “Come now, we have work to do before we play.”

The two followed her in like reprimanded children who showed no remorse, holding hands and snickering. This is silly but it feels so good. Katie accepted the apron and as she pulled the straps behind her, strong hands covered hers.

“Let me,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m good at tying knots.”

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My review:

5 stars

Dante’s Gift is a sweet tale that spans two generations. Aubrey Wynne takes us on a trip through time to meet lovely Italian Antonia who lives in war torn Italy during World War 2 and beautifully weaves Antonia’s story into that of the independent and beautiful Katie in present day America. As a result of their pasts, both women carry a world of heartache and fears. Fears that prevent them from surrendering their hearts. It is with the patience and strength of the two men who pursue them and the wisdom of a wonderful dog that they learn to trust. Dante’s Gift has all the elements I enjoy in a story (humor, wisdom, and tears). Wynne has crafted a beautiful short story guaranteed to warm your heart and make you sigh.

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Award-winning author Aubrey Wynne resides in the Midwest with her husband, dogs, horses, mule and barn cats. She is an elementary teacher by trade, champion of children and animals by conscience, and author by night. Obsessions include history, travel, trail riding and all things Christmas.

Her debut story, Merry Christmas, Henry, received Best Short Romance in the Preditors & Editors Reader’s Choice of 2013 and her humorous shorts include Pete’s Mighty Purty Privies, also Best Short in P &E 2014 and Top 100 Laugh Out Loud List on Goodreads.

Aubrey’s first love is historical romance and the medieval fantasy Rolf’s Quest, will be released in 2016. Dante’s Gift is also included in the holiday boxset Christmas Pets and Kisses.

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17
June
2015

The Incomparables: Heroes of Waterloo (releasing June 18th)

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Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with war wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed

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Paul “Lucky” Sherstone daren’t even let his wife too close because of his headaches and the

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Daniel Sinclair is a broken man with wounds that are physical and spiritual. He’s weighed down

by grief and guilt that he could not save his friend, Graeme Lennox, and is convinced that a

French lance left him less than a man. He has no prospects. Nothing left but his tarnished honor.

But then he meets a vexing boy who makes him question even that.

Fia Lennox’s world turned on its end with her brother’s death. She’s gone in one fell swoop from

lady to servant…to a woman on the run. The world is a dangerous place for a woman

alone—even when she is masquerading as a boy—so when she meets up with a strong, valiant

ex-cavalryman, she decides to become his traveling companion. Whether he likes it or not.

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Glorious.

There was no other word for it. Simply glorious.

Daniel tipped his face up to the sky and grinned. The sun was shining and the breeze was

mild. The sky was blue and tufted with fat white clouds. It was a lovely day to travel—it could

have been raining, could have been cold. But since he’d set out from London, on this lengthy

journey to Inverness, each day had been prettier than the last.

His mood had improved too. He was swamped with the conviction that he’d done the right

thing, leaving his haven. As much as he appreciated his position at the club, he’d allowed

himself to sink into it, into the rut of it. He’d allowed himself to wallow in his woes.

There was no wallowing on the road; there simply wasn’t time for it.

It was energizing to be traveling again, invigorating to be out in the world, breathing fresh

air and going somewhere. He enjoyed the solitude, the quiet, the absence of need to make

conversation.

That left him alone with his thoughts, his regrets, his guilt, but such specters had haunted

him for so long, they were like old companions. He wouldn’t know who he was without them.

Aye. This was far more healing than any medicine—the power of his mount between his

thighs, the kiss of warmth on his face, the movement. Surprisingly, his leg hardly pained him at

all, except when he moved suddenly. In fact, it even felt better after several days of riding. He

hadn’t fallen off his horse once.

Hunnam was in good form as well. No doubt he’d enjoyed the fresh air and the chance to

prance once again. An hour’s exercise a day was one thing, but for a Scots Grey, the chance to

run and run wild spoke to his soul.

It spoke to Daniel’s too, so he put his heels to his mount’s sides and gave him his head.

And it was glorious.

He hadn’t realized how closed up he’d allowed himself to become. How isolated. He hadn’t

realized how much he’d allowed his injury—and his guilt—to shrink his horizons.

Well, his horizons weren’t limited now. They spread before him in a verdant green wash that

stretched as far as the eye could see. He passed a loch and paused to admire the sparkling waters,

to watch an osprey swoop down to snatch a hapless fish.

And damn, but it was a fine thing to be back in Scotland. Daniel hadn’t realized just how

much he’d missed hearing the lilt of his own brogue, or tasting a well-made haggis. The Brits

didn’t care for haggis, a fact he’d never quite understood. When created by someone who knew

what they were doing, it was delicious. And Scottish innkeepers, apparently, knew what they

were doing. Or their wives did.

There was no doubt about it, he’d probably gained a stone since crossing the border to his

homeland. He’d never felt so vibrant and alive. And while he had enjoyed the occasional chat

with a fellow countryman, he had never enjoyed his own company more. There was something

about being alone with one’s thoughts that was very peaceful. It allowed a man to explore his

soul at leisure without interruptions. It allowed a man to process all that had happened in his life.

To put everything in the place it belonged. Though he still had several days of travel, at most a

week, he was already lamenting the journey’s end.

After he passed the Kinclaven Crossroads, the landscape changed from fields and farms to

orchards. The looming trees shaded the road in a lacy pattern; the scent of crisp apples filled the

air, tempting Daniel to reach up and pluck one for a taste.

He did not. That would be stealing and he was a man of honor.

He pulled back on Hunnam’s reins when he spotted a white mare standing in the road. She

was difficult to miss. Her lines were exquisite, her saddle and tack were the finest…but she had

no rider. His brow wrinkled as he rode closer. No one would ever abandon such a fine horse. It

was—

“Blast.”

The imprecation came from the leafy tree next to which the mare stood.

Daniel glanced up; the boughs riffled. An apple fell to the ground.

The mare whinnied and walked over to it, lipping up the treat.

Another apple fell and the horse made short work of that one was well.

“Stop eating them all,” the tree said. “Save some for me.”

Daniel cleared his throat. It seemed prudent to make himself known. “Hullo?”

The leaves rustled and a face peered out. Enormous blue-green eyes stared at him.

Something flickered through them. Something that could have been construed as…guilt.

Daniel frowned. “What are you doing up there?” he asked.

The eyes blinked. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” He drummed his fingers on his saddle. “Are you stealing apples?”

The chagrined expression on that elfin face was nearly whimsical. “Is this your orchard?”

“Indeed it is not.”

An entrancing, mischievous smile blossomed and the thief tossed him a fat red apple. “Then

catch.”

He did not. He did not catch. The apple bounced off his pate.

“Oh really,” an amused voice echoed from above. “Let’s try again.”

“Let’s not.”

Too late. Another apple flew in his direction. He missed it again. It fell to the ground and

Hunnam gobbled it up.

“Sir, you are supposed to catch them.”

“I doona care to abet you in your thievery—” Another missile flew. By the grace of God, he

caught this one. “Please stop throwing stolen apples at me.” It was large and red and shiny and

looked delicious. Aside from that, it smelled quite tantalizing. As he felt he had earned it, he

polished it on his lapel and took a bite. Flavor exploded in his mouth and juice dribbled down his

chin. They were excellent apples.

The face disappeared, followed by more rustling. A satchel fell to the loam with a soft thud.

Then a pair of feet appeared. Legs. Slim hips. Slender shoulders and then a mop of tousled black

curls.

A boy dropped to the ground with an oof. He looked up at Daniel, his head tipped saucily to

the side, and then he grinned. It was a rakish grin. “Not stealing,” he said. “Borrowing.”

This he said with such conviction, Daniel had to struggle not to laugh. This was no laughing

matter. Thieves ended up in the gaol. “Ah. Borrowing. Surely you won’t mind explaining that to

him.” Daniel nodded to the distance, where a farmer was running through the trees toward them,

arms flailing.

The boy’s eyes widened. He picked up the satchel and hefted it over his shoulder. Then he

bounded into the saddle and shot a glance back at Daniel. His grin was wicked as he urged his

mount forward…leaving Daniel behind to explain to the farmer why his apples were missing.

And why apple juice dribbled from his chin.

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21
April
2015

Not Your Hero Release Day Blitz

Title: Not Your Hero
Author: Anna Brooks
Release Date: April 18, 2015
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Sam Monroe is cynical and trusts no one. He lives his life just the way he likes it – no promises and no regrets. All he wants is a willing woman a couple times a week to give him a few moments where there are no painful memories. 

Courtney Gallagher is a single mom doing her best at raising her young son. She longs to feel wanted again, to receive the touch of a loving man. Even though her heart is fragile, she has hope there’s someone out there for her and her son.

Courtney rents a place from Sam, and their relationship becomes complicated. Sam is willing to let her in his bed, but not his heart. Courtney feels a pull towards Sam, but learns that trust is definitely something to be earned.

Can she forgive his mistakes? Does he want to be forgiven?

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“Is it really gonna be like this?”
“Like what?”
I sit in my chair, back to him, and start twirling pasta. His arms cage me in from behind and his stubble tickles my cheek. “You acting pissed at me. I told you. I fucking told you that I can’t do more. I told you to make me leave, but you didn’t.”
He runs his nose behind my ear, and I clench the arms of the chair, forcing myself to stay still. I don’t want him to see how affected I am. “But you didn’t. So we fucked, Courtney. And we could do it again. In fact, I jack off thinking about doing it again. You know where I live if you want a repeat.”

Anna has always had a passion for writing, and is thrilled to have published her first novel. Along with several other projects, she is currently working on the next book in the It’s Kind Of Personal series. Born in Wisconsin, she’s lived in several Midwestern states. Anna enjoys reading, writing, and spending time outdoors with her husband and two boys.
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21
November
2014

Reaper Madness by Nessie Strange Release Day

Reaper Madness by Nessie Strange Release Day

 

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Reaper Madness (Living Dead World #2)
by Nessie Strange

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher:Etopia Press

Date of Publication: November 21, 2014

Blurb

Jen MacLellan can’t get the hang of being a reaper. She’s been separated from her lover, Jack. She’s also stuck with that annoying telepathic link to her ill-tempered mentor, Sam. But when reapers start disappearing back on earth, Jen and Sam are recruited to help. Can they figure out what’s causing it before it’s too late?

Jack Norris has no memory prior to waking up on the half-demon Nulcifer’s couch six months earlier. As he begins to investigate his origins, he discovers a string of past lives, tied together by a beautiful, mysterious brunette. Does she really exist, and if she does, can he find her?

Fate reunites them after Sam falls victim to the attacks on earth. As they work to save Sam, can they rekindle what was lost? Or have things become too complicated…

Bio

Nessie is a Massachusetts native and mother of two who has dabbled in everything from abstract painting to freelance sports reporting. She also loves a good story, whether it’s reading or writing one. Living Dead Girl and Reaper Madness, the first two novels in her urban fantasy Living Dead World series, were published by Etopia press in 2014.

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Living Dead Girl (Novel/Living Dead World #1) January 2014

 

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Love’s Not Viral (short story/Love Least Expected anthology) February 2015

 

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Confessions of a Punk Rocker (Novel/connected to Living Dead World series) TBA 2015

 

Excerpt

Sam wasn’t kidding when he said I had no idea what I was getting into. And now, as I stared Death in the face—literally—from an uncomfortable black leather executive chair, it occurred to me for the first time that I was in way over my head. Between the pinstriped suit and dark, slicked-back hair, he resembled a character from The Godfather more than a deity who ruled over the dead and dying. Death was one scary motherfucker. And he was smiling.

“Care for a drink, Jennifer?”

I shook my head, but he rose anyway, retrieved two glasses from the cabinet behind him, and filled both with amber-colored liquid. “Relax, I’m not going to bite.”

That wasn’t what I was worried about.

“Now, how long have you been with us? About six earth months?”

I cleared my throat. “Ah yes. About that long.”

“I find it intriguing,” he said. “You have been telepathically linked to one of my reapers this entire time, yet you really demonstrate no capability when it comes to this job. One would think that would give you an edge, hmm?”

Ouch.

“You’d think,” I laughed. OK, I sucked at it. It was only recently I’d been allowed to travel back to earth to help retrieve souls. Sam did most of the work, while I trailed behind, like one of those ankle-biting little purse dogs. What I wanted to know was why he’d insisted I do the job in the first place. I’d never asked to be a reaper. It wasn’t like I wanted this.

“The occupation listed from your most recent incarnation on earth was a mortician, was it not? So you should be accustomed to working with the deceased and the sensitivities that go along with it.”

“These two jobs are absolutely nothing alike.” Shit. I’d reacted again, lost my cool because of something he said. Now that my brain had caught up with my mouth, the fire snuffed out and with it went my nerve. I needed to learn to bite my tongue. Considering the habit crossed over with me from my last life, maybe that was wishful thinking. “Well, I mean, because when I was a mortician, those people didn’t talk back to me.”

Death studied me. “No, I don’t imagine they did.” He scrunched his lips up, his brow furrowed—the only hint of emotion I’d seen from him—but it quickly faded. “What exactly is it that’s holding you back or hanging you up? I’m just trying to understand here.”

“Well, I guess some of it is that I feel bad for them. I want to make things easier, but Sam’s all about scaring them and intimidating and manipulating them. It doesn’t seem right. I mean, we’re their first point of contact with the afterlife; why does it have to be frightening?” I was doing it again. OK, I needed to breathe. “I just… I see the fear in their faces, and it tears at me. It doesn’t feel right. It’s not me.”

“Fear makes them more pliable. Which in turn, makes your job easier when it’s time to collect.”

“But I don’t…”

He held up a hand. “I don’t like excuses, Jennifer. You may not agree with all of the methods you have been taught, but you still need to learn them and be able to utilize all of them. Years down the line, when you actually have some experience, perhaps then you can develop your own strategies. For now, as a rookie in the division without a single reaping under your belt, you are obligated to follow the instruction of your mentor. Do you understand?”

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