Friday, September 6, 2019

Brittany Elise's Top 10 Favorite Book Series



Brittany Elise's Top 10 Favorite Book Series

1. Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris 
2. The Beginners Guide to Necromancy series by Hailey Edwards
3. The Darkest Powers trilogy by Kelley Armstrong 
4. Darkness Rising series by Kelley Armstrong
5. Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause
6. Bitten by Kelley Armstrong
7. House of Night series by P.C. and Kristin Cast
8. A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray 
9. Blue Bloods series by Melissa de la Cruz 

10. Harry Potter (of course!) by J.K. Rowling 



Awakening the Trinity

Brittany Elise



Genre: YA Supernatural Fiction



Publisher: Black Rose Writing



Date of Publication: September 12th 2018

ISBN: 9781684331260
ASIN: B07HB3QMLH

Number of pages: 269
Word Count: 90,000

Cover Artist: Brittany Elise and David King

Book Description:

In the seventeenth-century, an all-powerful witch called Rionach the Dark ruled the Celtic nations with an army of enslaved werewolves. In order to restore balance between Light and Dark, the Trinity of Light was summoned to vanquish the Dark Witch and end the Battle of the Dark Ages.

Seventeen-year-old Quinn Callaghan lives in the small, rustic town of Silver Mountain. Its location may be rural, but it is home to an ancient pine forest that surrounds a supernatural hotspot–a nexus of raw and powerful energy.

When a charismatic witch from Ireland, and a mysterious guy with a secret of his own are drawn to the area, Quinn finds out that she inherited her rare abilities from a revered ancestor. Could it be that she shares a bloodline with the Original Trinity? Nearly 300 years later, the Darkness is returning to Silver Mountain, and the Trinity must stop it.
                
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Teaser Excerpt Two:

     I could feel the slow burn of Wren’s gaze from the side and knew he was watching me. He seemed to always be watching me, and I wondered what thoughts were circling through that pretty head of his. I looked up at him demurely. “What?”
     “Nothing.”
     “You’re watching me,” I stated.
     “Do I make you uncomfortable?” He shifted toward me, hovering.
     “I haven’t decided yet.”

About the Author:

Brittany lives in Ohio with her husband, Benjamin, and their four-legged children. Brittany graduated from college with a degree in photography, and later became a canine obedience instructor. During the day, Brittany manages an FBO at a local hometown airport and services aircraft.

Awakening the Trinity is Brittany’s second book, and she is currently working on the sequel with hopes of turning it into a trilogy. Writing has always been her greatest passion. She enjoys the outdoors and exploring new places in an endless quest to keep that artistic inspiration burning.



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Twitter: @BrittanyElise23

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Living Green with LeeAnn Werner Author of The Illusion of a Girl


My efforts to live green are pretty simple. I purchased an AquaTru™ Countertop Ultra Reverse Osmosis System so I could have quality drinking water every day without buying water bottles. For me, it’s hard to drink water as it is, but if it doesn’t taste good, forget it. I keep two glass carafes in my fridge and fill those up daily for our drinking water. I haven’t purchased bottled water in three years. I also use the filtered water to cook with and make ice cubes. Beautifully clear ice cubes, I might add.

Nope, I am not affiliated with AquaTru in any way other than I purchased their countertop water system. Fun Fact, Erin Brockovich, a clean water advocate, also uses this water filtration system. If you would like to check it out, here’s the link AquaTru Countertop Ultra Reverse Osmosis System. The system also filters out:

·       Lead
·       Chromium 6
·       Chlorine and Chloramine
·       Fluoride
·       Pesticides and Fertilizers

It’s not cheap, but when I envision water bottles filling the oceans and landfills, I think it’s worth it. I’m very appreciative of all the “things” it filters out of my water too!
My other effort at being green is really simple and not expensive. I brew coffee in my trusty Mr. Coffee with a permanent filter. Nothing ground breaking to be sure, but not adding to the growing pile of k-cups. In addition, I don’t use paper or plastic ware at home or at work.
I noticed when I worked for a Danish company, there were no paper or plastic products in the employee break room. Our kitchen was stocked with coffee cups, glassware, silverware and plates. We also had a sink and dishwasher with the expectation to pick up after ourselves.

My current US employer also follows this practice. I hope it’s a trend that catches on in other workplaces. I hope this blog helps in your journey of living green.


The Illusion of a Girl
LeeAnn Werner

Genre: Young Adult, Thriller

Publisher: L. Werner Marketing

Date of Publication: 6/30/19

ISBN: 978-1-7330062-5-5
ASIN: B07TP9W621

Number of pages: 258
Word Count: 61,000

Cover Artist:  Vladimir Serov, Design – Teaberry Creative

Tagline: Stay Vigilant, Act Normal and Be Ready to Run.

Book Description: 

Perception is king, especially in a small Ohio town. Jessie Taylor seems like a normal 15-year-old girl, but she’s an illusion of what people expect her to be: a good girl, a smart girl, and most importantly, a girl from a respectable family.

Her family may appear ordinary, even wholesome, but behind closed doors it’s an alcohol-soaked nightmare without reprieve. Jessie and her brother Brian, struggle bravely together as they fight to survive their violent father. Even the excitement of falling in love for the first time can’t seal the foundational cracks in her psyche.

As her home life worsens, Jessie mentally begins to bend and then break. No one foresees the girl Jessie becomes, the dark abilities she possesses or the vengeance she'll take. Based on a true story, the author grew up with an abusive alcoholic father and lived to share the tale. She hopes her story inspires others to move beyond their dysfunctional families and stop the cycle of abuse.



       
Excerpt:

A few hours later, Mom’s hand on my shoulder and her soft voice woke me. “Will you go to the store with me? I would love some company.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Eleven o’clock.”
“I guess,” I grumbled. I moved Baby over and wearily got up from the floor. A quick glance at Brian confirmed he was still asleep. I cov¬ered Baby back up and headed to the bathroom.
Standing in the shower for a few minutes, I allowed the spray of water to soak my head and wake me up. I ran the soapy washcloth over my body, shampooed and conditioned my hair and got out.
As steam evaporated from the mirror, a girl with dark hair and a pained expression stared back at me. I didn’t recognize myself. My thoughts didn’t seem like they belonged to the girl in the mirror. Fear settled in my stomach like a large, cold stone. I knew it was me, but it didn’t feel like it. My thoughts existed outside of my physical body. With a trembling hand, I slowly dragged my fingers downward to blur the image. My scalp prickled as I backed away from the mirror and slid down the bathroom wall, still wrapped in my towel.
I desperately wanted this out-of-body feeling to go away. With my fingers pressed to my temples, I shivered and whispered, “3130 Brookhaven Drive. I live at 3130 Brookhaven Drive. My name is Jessie. I am Jessie.” I prayed repeating my name and address would put my brain back where it belonged.
“God, please make this feeling go away. Please God, make this feeling go away.” I wondered if this was what it felt like to lose your mind. My sanity would be the toll for the constant uncertainty and fear in my home.
“Jessie, how much longer ‘til you’re ready?” Mom asked outside the bathroom door.
Her voice broke me out of my panicked trance.
“Not long,” I answered. Slowly, I rose from the pink carpeted floor and got dressed. I pulled my still-wet hair into a ponytail. I kept my eyes glued to the floor. I was afraid my reflection in the mirror would kick off the disconnected feeling again.
I settled myself into the front seat of the car and buckled up. Mom glanced over at me.
“You okay?” she asked.
“No. Are you?” I glared back at her. Did she seriously think I would be okay? Frowning, I folded my arms across my stomach. Mom just sighed. She didn’t try to talk again. She knew I would quickly shut down her weak attempts.
As we drove to the store, I stared out the window at the passing scenery: our neighborhood with large maple trees, soft rolling hills, ranch-style homes and kids’ toys in almost every yard. The landscape shifted to flat land and brown corn fields once we drove a few miles out of our subdivision. In the summer, the fields were lush with tall, dark green corn stalks and moist earth, but now, in the fall, only dried, cut-down stalks remained. I rolled down the window and let the breeze soothe my brain.
Finally, retail stores appeared as we entered Stanton’s downtown. We arrived at the grocery store and quickly went through each aisle picking up our usual grocery items. I ambled through the aisles, not saying much, and mulled over the events of the morning.
In the cereal aisle, we ran into lavender-haired Mabel, one of the older ladies from church. I guessed she was in her early eighties. In fact, all the ladies near Mabel’s age had lavender hair. And why did they jingle with every step? Once you got old, were you assigned a bell to clip on your clothes and lavender hair dye?
“Hi Jan, Jessie, how are you?” Mabel greeted both of us.
I wanted to say, Hi Mabel, Dad punched Brian this morning and due to our constant abuse, I’m losing my mind. How about you?
“We’re good,” Mom said. “How are you?”
Her response prevented mine, which was probably a good thing.
Let’s all pretend everything is fine. They continued to chit-chat while I sauntered away under the pretense of cereal selection. To avoid any additional conversation, I stared intently at the various brands of Raisin Bran until Mom and Mabel stopped talking.
We finished shopping and headed to the parking lot. It was a windy fall day and my long ponytail whipped at my face as I loaded the grocer¬ies into the trunk. The warm wind washed over my skin like a caress. I loved the fall weather. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, but perfectly dry and sunny. As I loaded the last of the groceries into the trunk, the image of Brian’s face from this morning flashed in my head. It was the look of despair in his eyes. More than anything, I hated Dad for hurting Brian. I didn’t like it when Dad hurt Mom either, but it pissed me off that she kept him around when she could have sent him packing.

During our silent ride back home, I glared out the window and noticed nothing. All the while, my anger built. I hated Dad more for hitting Brian then me. I hated him for hitting me too, but it hurt me more if he hit Brian. As Mom slowly pulled into the garage, I couldn’t hold back any longer. 

About the Author:

LeeAnn Werner is a marketing consultant, blogger and author. Her book, The Illusion of a Girl, a young adult thriller, is based on her own childhood where she struggled to survive her violent alcoholic father. She hopes her story inspires others to move beyond their dysfunctional families and stop the cycle of abuse. LeeAnn holds a bachelor's degree from Bowling Green State University in Journalism. She lives in Illinois with her wonderful husband, three beautiful children and one super hyper dog.

You can check out her webpage and blog at www.illusionofagirl.com


Twitter - @LWerner27          

Release Day Blitz Cursed By Furies: A Tale of Vikings, Elves, and Gods by Diedra Drake



Cursed By Furies
A Tale of Vikings, Elves, and Gods
The Cursed Elves
Book One
Diedra Drake      



                        
Genre: Mythic Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Apache Creek Publishing

Date of Publication: September 03, 2019

ISBN: 9781088922415
ASIN: B07WD29D3P

Number of pages: 402
Word Count: 107,500

Cover Artist: Apache Creek Publishing

Tagline: What if the myths were all real?

Book Description:

1000 years ago the Elves nearly destroyed their species through war. As punishment, their ancestors cursed them and trapped them on the Earthly plane.

Priscilla Forester is a 500-year-old Cursed Elf, with abilities far different from most. She knows there is some secret about her origins, but has given up thinking she will ever discover the truth.

However, Fate was only waiting for the right moment to reveal its secrets. As Priscilla and her lovers battle against warring Elf Houses, her true nature begins to emerge, and it is more than anyone had bargained for.

EXCERPT 1 (598 words)

Mitchell parked in the lot, careful to stay out of the immediate line of sight while Raymond filled up his tank.
He replaced the pump nozzle before entering the store to get his chips and pay for the gas. Another car pulled up, and the driver also went inside. A few more minutes passed, and Mitchell started to grow concerned.
Raymond didn’t normally dawdle, and there weren’t so many cars around that there should be a big line. Maybe the clerk was having problems with his register or…
A shot rang out. Then another.
Mitchell’s heart sank and fear surged through him as he nearly tore the door off getting out of the car. He was inside the store in a blink and took stock of the situation in seconds. Raymond lay on the floor bleeding from his side, the red pool growing quickly. The clerk's body hung slumped over the register counter, blood pouring out from his chest.
The shooter’s eyes darted back and forth between the two victims, his breathing chaotic as he rubbed his fingers through his hair and pressed his palms to his temples. His eyes wide as he stared at the bodies and the blood. He didn't immediately realize anyone else was standing there. When he finally noticed Mitchell, it was but a moment before the shooter’s neck was broken and he collapsed next to where his gun had fallen.
Mitchell dashed to the automotive aisle and returned with a pack of terry cloth rags and duct tape. He ripped open Raymond’s shirt, tore one of the cotton rags out of the bundle, and started mercilessly packing the wound. Raymond screamed in agony for a few seconds, then his body became limp as he lost consciousness.
“Sorry Ray, it’s better this way," Mitchell mumbled as an apology.
He put his fingers underneath the bleeding side of Raymond’s body and felt around looking for an exit wound. Sure enough, the bullet had gone entirely through. With one hand Mitchell shifted Raymond onto his side, then shoved another piece of rag into the exit wound. When he rolled him back over, he noticed the fabric on the front was completely saturated and blood was pouring out of the injury again.
“Dammit. Something’s bleeding inside." He took a shaky breath. “Shit!”
He wiped off as much blood as he could to dry the skin, folded a piece of cloth like a bandage, and duct taped it over the opening in his flesh. He repeated the process on the back.
Mitchell looked around and realized he needed to lock down the scene. He stood and flipped the sign on the front entrance to 'Closed,' then hit the nearby light switches so the interior went dark.
He returned to Raymond, lifted him effortlessly, and carefully carried him outside to where he’d left his vehicle in the parking lot. He managed to open the passenger door and put him in the seat, then reclined it back to keep his body at an angle. As he was about to close him in, he noted the seat belt. With a last-minute idea, Mitchell ripped it from the wall of the car and started sliding it under Raymond.
Raymond regained consciousness for a moment, took one look at Mitchell, and began yelling in terror while pulling away.

Mitchell sighed as he realized his fangs had been out because of all the blood and stress. Another mistake. His superiors were going to kill him. He tightened the belt over the wound like a tourniquet, and the sudden pain made Raymond pass out again.

About the Author:

Diedra Drake is a life-long student of mythology and history, with a particular interest in the ways that different cultures tell the same stories using name variations. She is competent in classical Latin, and enjoys reading the classics – particularly Homer, Plutarch, and Shakespeare. For relaxation, Diedra loves to crack open a new historical romance novel or binge a new series on streaming. After a couple of decades being a business owner in the technology industry, she decided to explore her other interests through the creation of a mythic fantasy romance world. She lives in Central Texas with her family, which includes a small cat colony and a couple of dogs, and tries to ensure she gets a daily serving of ice cream for continual inspiration.









Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Riding Hard by J.L. Sheppard




Riding Hard

Hell Ryders MC

Book Four

J.L. Sheppard

Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC Romance Biker Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: August 19, 2019

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2575-0 Paperback
978-1-5092-2576-7 Digital
ASIN: B07TZJZ6TF

Number of pages: 380
Word Count: 93073

Cover Artist: Diana Carlile

Tagline: What's luck got to do with it?

Book Description:

Biker Dave "Dodge" Roth has never cared about his bad luck with women. He has other things to worry about—paying off debt his ex accumulated and most importantly, raising his three-year-old son, Cullen. When a new neighbor moves in, his boy makes it impossible to ignore her. Hard to miss, she's beautiful, smart, sexy, perfect.

After her last failed relationship, kindergarten teacher Alexa "Lex" Millen has decided to do without men. She's bought her first home in a small town in California and remodeled it to her liking. Naturally, she's managed to move across the street from the world's biggest jerk. His son's adorable, but he won't mind his own business. If only her engines didn't rev every time he came around.

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Excerpt 2

“I can’t believe you did that. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
He spared a glance at her. She sat stiffly with her bag on her lap staring daggers straight ahead. Her mouth in a pout, and her arms crossed over her chest. Maybe she had reason to be pissed. He hadn’t been smooth. It wasn’t his thing, but she was smart and should’ve figured he’d done it for her own good. “I fuckin’ saved you. The least you could do is thank me.”
She turned toward him. “Saved me? From what?”
“From my brothers.”           
“You’re what?”                   
He came to a stop at a red light and shifted her
way. “My brothers. The club.”
Eyes widening, she stilled. In a small voice, she asked, “What were they going to do to me?”
“Hit on you.”
She dropped her gaze from his and exhaled.
What had she thought they’d do to her besides hit
on her? The club was clean. His brothers were rowdy, and the ones who weren’t attached were always looking for women to fuck, but that was as far as it went.
She tilted her head to the side. “Why would—
Shit. She’d just insulted him and hadn’t realized it. Something else she didn’t understand—how fucking perfect she was. Fucked, so fucked. A woman like her should know. Every man she’d dated should’ve made it clear. It made him think her man wasn’t just a douche but an idiot who took her for granted.
His eyes hardened. “You gotta mirror, babe?”
She lifted a brow. “Why do you need a mirror?”
She was intelligent, a teacher for fuck sakes, and half the time she was home, she sat on her beat-up porch swing reading. But he now knew she could be dense.
Hilarious, he had to fight not to laugh. She wouldn’t find it funny. In fact, he’d bet it’d piss her off, and she wasn’t pleased with him to begin with.
“Lex, you gotta mirror at home?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Why are you changing the subject?”
He looked forward. The light turned green, so he lifted his foot from the brake and hit the gas. “Answer the fuckin’ question.”
“Don’t curse at me.”
Shaking his head, he released a loaded breath. “Answer the question, please.”
“Yes, I have a mirror at home. Now, would you like to know how many?” Sarcasm dripped her tone. Damn, she was funny, fucking hysterical. He’d never met a woman who made him laugh, another
reason she was perfect.
This time, he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Naw, I want to know if you look in those mirrors, ever?”
“Of course. How do you think I apply makeup?”
He spared a glance at her. “Then I don’t have to
explain why I needed to save you from my brothers, right?”
Her eyes widened. Then her brows drew together. “You’re saying they find me attractive?”
Bingo.
Coming to another red light, he stopped and looked at her. “I’m saying a man would have to be blind and stupid not to find you attractive.”

About the Author:


J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in South Florida where she still lives with her husband and sons.

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was first published in January 2013.

Website: https://www.jlsheppard.com       








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Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Cover Reveal Dreams of a Fierce Heart by Danube Adele #CoverReveal


Dreams of a Fierce Heart
Dreamwalkers
Book Four
Danube Adele
            
Genre: Paranormal/Contemporary/Sci-fi Romance

Publisher: Danube Adele Publishing

Date of Publication: 9/9/2019

ISBN: 9781733191609

Number of pages: 470
Word Count: 132, 843
         
Cover Artist: Evernightdesign – Elle Rossi

Tagline: She’ll do anything to redeem her honor, including putting herself in enemy hands; he’ll do anything to stop her

Book Description:

Fearless.

Some have called me impulsive, and maybe I was, much to my own detriment … at seventeen.

A social pariah in my own nation after being found in a fatally compromising position, I tucked tail and ran to Earth for study, work, and to heal my wounded heart. It took seven years for the opportunity at redemption, to earn my way back home, but it means infiltrating dangerous enemy territory. If the Brausa catch me, I might wish for a quick death.

My goals? I have two of them. Save my childhood friend, our Sunan leader’s last surviving daughter, and, get away from Nick Dylant. His deathbed promise to my older brother has him bulldozing into my life, making demands regarding my safety. He’s even found a way to force a marriage using some obscure, arcane law of old in order to protect me, but if he thinks he can force his will on me, he can think again. There is no way he’s going to control who I am or what I do in this world. 

I don’t need his or anyone’s permission to steal away in the middle of the night with a disguise, a rough map, and an even rougher plan of action, because one thing is for certain: I refuse to join with anyone who sees me as a duty, not when I’ve loved Nick since I was a child. Not when I dream about his kisses and crave his touch.

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About the Author:

Danube Adele wrote her first romance at the age of seven when she penned the story of her dogs falling in love and having puppies. She’s been dreaming up romantic tales ever since. A lifetime resident of southern California, she spends time playing at the beach, camping in Joshua Tree National Park, and hiking Mammoth Mountain. Always a lover of adventure, she and her husband took their sons on a cross country road trip to Florida and back in an old VW Westfalia, that had no A/C, in the month of July, and still, it continues to be the best trip they ever took. Extensive travel and trying new things has kept the creative spark alive. Danube lives with her biggest fans, her loving husband, amazing and wonderful identical twin sons, and a teddy bear of a Rottweiler.

You can find other books in the Dreamwalker series, Quicksilver Dreams #1, Dark Summer Dreams #2, Dreams of a Wild Heart #3, at www.danubeadele.com

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