Thursday, February 28, 2019

Blog Tour + Giveaway + Excerpt:: Wildfire and Roses

Wildfire and Roses 
by Hope Malory
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Sparks fly when tenacious mountain climber and hiker Beasley McLemore meets hot smokejumper Will Gregor on a search and rescue mission in Yosemite. Getting together, however, isn’t easy. Strong-willed Beasley is bent on building a thriving landscaping business back home in the foothills of the majestic Smoky Mountains. Busy working 24/7, she has no time or energy for a man in her life...she thinks.

Scorched by love in his past, Will is content to live near awe-inspiring Lake Tahoe where he saves lives and forests as a remote wildland firefighter. He doesn’t need a committed relationship complicating his dangerous lifestyle...he thinks. 

Through life-changing events and a family mystery, each must question long held beliefs about work, love, and life. Looming over their blossoming love affair is the 2,400 miles separating their homes and livelihoods. Will love keep them together or distance tear them apart? 

Where do I start? “Case, I like Will way more than I thought possible. When he kisses me, it is unlike anything I have ever experienced. The intensity of the passion is crazy. I can read in his eyes he feels the same. With him, everything is all so new and exciting.”

“Do I sense a ‘but’ coming?”

“Let’s be realistic. What are our chances of making this work? We might as well live on different continents. We can’t drive across town or hop on a plane for a weekend visit whenever we want. How often would we be with each other? I can’t think of any scenario where a relationship would succeed.”

“What can I say, other than you have been the happiest in the last couple of weeks than I have ever seen you? You light up when you talk about Will. The way he looks at you, I can tell has the hots for you.”
“All of this scares me. I can’t fall in love with him.”

“Earlier, you brushed me off when I mentioned you moving here, but would you ever consider it?”

“I understand you don’t want to hear this again, but I built Beasley’s Gardens into a profitable business, and I don’t want to give up on my dream. Also, my family is there. Azalea Valley is my home, and this is Will’s home. I guess I should face reality and abandon the idea of falling in love.”

The lack of a committed relationship wasn’t so bad. True, women in town had asked her when she planned to marry, but over time, she had become impervious to their interrogations. People assumed because of her single status, she was lonely and unhappy. Though she hated to admit it, at times she was lonesome. More often, she was content to live without a man in her life and answer to no one except herself.

So many of her married or engaged girlfriends complained about their men. Some confessed to envying Beasley’s freedom and her ability to provide her own financial support. Casey divorced after two years of marriage. Why, then, did she encourage a relationship with Will?

Casey sighed. “I should give up on you, but I love you too much. You deserve your happily ever after.”

“I quit believing in fairy tales a long time ago. There is no Prince Charming for me.”

Transported by books as a child, Hope Malory developed an interest in writing in second grade when she discovered poetry. Those early seeds, along with a penchant for happy endings, led her to fulfill her dream of becoming a romance novelist.

After thirty years in the education field, Hope traded in a commute, traffic, and early mornings for inventing strong-willed characters and putting them in unpredictable situations.

Now, whether relaxing on the beach, traveling with her husband, or spending time at home, she is busy writing her next novel.

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Blog Tour + Giveaway + Excerpt::Bluebird, Texas Romances

A Bluebird, Texas Romance #1
by Ann Everett
Genre: Contemporary Romance

A woman hiding from her future...

Heiress to the largest steel company in America, twenty-year-old, socially awkward Blaze Bledsoe hides out at Dessie Bishop’s farm. For the last three years, Blaze has eluded one investigator after another, but just when she thinks she’s safe, a PI closes in. Her luck is about to run out in more ways than one. 

A man running from his past... 

Rance Keller, a tough, hard-living ex-con, fresh out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit, arrives to claim the house his grandmother left him. Finding a strange girl living there, his plans for a solitary life take a turn. Her lack of modesty, no filter, and word of the day fetish baffles him, but those big green eyes and sweet mouth have him losing sleep. 

Welcome to Bluebird, Texas 

Where two damaged people with secrets, discover trust can lead to passion. 

**Only .99 cents Feb 11th – 18th!!**

He stepped outside and followed the aroma of bacon to Bubba’s Diner. Just what he needed after going heels to Jesus all night. He removed his last cigarette and tossed the package into the blue trash barrel at the corner of the building. Really should give up the bad habit, and he would.


It occurred to him, the tag-team event with the BFFs, had fulfilled his goal. No more pressure. With an early start and few stops, he could make it to Bluebird in one day. Grab a
quick breakfast. Crank up the Harley. Hit the road. Couldn’t wait to see the place again. Enjoy the seclusion and relax in his grandmother’s old claw-foot tub. That’s what he loved
about the little country town.

Everything remained the same. Never any surprises.

A Bluebird, Texas Romance #2

Things just got hotter in Texas. Award-winning author Ann Everett returns with another sizzling Bluebird, Texas romance.

Sometimes it takes losing everything... 

True Shanahan must be the unluckiest woman in the world. Either that or she’s cursed. After another failed relationship, True leaves Dallas with a broken heart and new attitude. It’s time to walk on the wild side. But when she makes a wrong turn and ends up in Bluebird, Texas, the only man she wants is anything but reckless. find all you’ve ever wanted. 

Ritter Malone is the town’s favorite son and has the local hero awards to prove it. Seems he’s always in the right place at the right time. But when he crosses paths with True, his life takes a turn he never sees coming. Her songwriting skills may be questionable, but her ability to turn him inside out is indisputable. 

Welcome to Bluebird, Texas. 

Where a chance meeting gives two people a chance at love. 

**Only .99 cents Feb 11th – 18th!!**

He gasped. “What have you done to me?”

She rocked forward and buried her face in the hollow of his neck. “You’ve heard of the Seven Wonders of the World? I located your seven wondrous erogenous zones.”

“Pretty sure I came close to dying.”

She giggled. “If you weren’t in such good physical condition, I would have stopped at number four. But I was pretty sure you’d survive them all.”

“Pretty sure?”

“Yeah. It was a risk I was willing to take. And—it paid off. You seemed to enjoy it.”

He laughed. “Not sure enjoy is the right word. Damn, True. You’re something.”

She sat up straight. “I don’t want to be something. I want to be everything.”

He pulled her close and whispered against her lips. “You’re all I want. Need. Ever dreamed of. You are my everything.”

Award-winning author, Ann Everett embraces her small town upbringing and thinks Texans are some of the funniest people on earth. When speaking to writing groups, businesses, book clubs, and non-profit organizations, she incorporates her special brand of wit, making her programs on marketing, self-publishing, and the benefits of laughter, informative and fun.

Ten things you won't know about Ann by reading her bio: 

She's married to her high school sweetheart. 
She loves shopping at thrift stores. 
She doesn't remember her first kiss. 
She hates talking on the telephone. 
A really sharp pencil makes her happy. 
She secretly wants to get a tattoo. 
She believes everyone should own at least one pair of cowboy boots. 
She's thankful wrinkles aren't painful. 
She sucks at math. 

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Blog tour + Giveaway + Excerpt::Art of Love

Art of Love
by Khardine Gray
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Never get involved with a man who is competing for the same job as you.

It's a bad idea. 
And no, not even if the man is a complete dead ringer for Brad Pitt/Thor. 
No, not even if he’s an irresistible, charming sex god with his panty-melting smile and the sexy James Bond English accent to sweep you off your feet. 

Off Limits. 

That’s what that guy is. 

Off! Limits! 

And trouble.  When I first met Hunter Kane I knew he was trouble. 
It all began in a bar on a night we should have had one-night stand. The kind that blows your mind, except I couldn’t remember what happened.  Then I was convinced my eyes were screwing with me when he walked in for the same interview as me.  Then we got drafted into this competition for the same job. That made him my rival. The one man I shouldn’t have... 


He’s is the one man I can’t forget.  It’s a bad idea to get involved. But the temptation of this man is too strong to resist, and my body keeps betraying me. I know one day it will blow up in my face. I even know what day that will be.  We both have to choose. 

The job, or each other... 

Then wanting him will be the least of my problems. 

I opened my eyes and swore I must have drifted into a dream because my gaze landed on Brad Pitt walking into the bar.
Brad Pitt as in Legends of the Fall Brad Pitt, with the shoulder-length sleek blond hair parted on the side and tucked behind his ear and the beard. Jesus, the beard that was neatly trimmed and full-on sexy.
My eyes widened, and I blinked several times taking in the full vision of him.
Muscles pressed against the thin white cotton shirt he wore with the sleeves rolled up his thick forearms. I could see the hint of a Celtic swirl snaking up his right arm, disappearing under the fabric and reappearing at the base of his neck.
He was tall, tall and powerful looking, and just gorgeous.
Deliciously gorgeous.
Delicious? God, I was already losing my mind. And I was still staring.
He clocked on to me, zoomed in with a keen stare, but I looked away quickly, pretty certain that I was in no state to attract any form of attention today.
Not that I thought I’d attract his attention anyway.
Brad Pitt? No, couldn’t have been. Sure, we were in L.A., but Brad Pitt hadn’t looked like that in years. Legends of the Fall was a 1994 film I watched with Mom over a hundred times right from the ages of seven to eleven. Enough to know the film word for word and develop an unhealthy obsession with the actor and watch every single film he starred in. I also knew enough to know that guy, although a pretty darn good dead ringer for Brad, was not him, because the last time Brad Pitt probably sported that look with the long hair was when he did Troy back in 2004.
This was 2016. Many years had passed since, and while I still thought he was the best-looking guy in the world, this guy here in the Fish Tale bar was a real blast from the past.
At least he made me forget my worries for all of two minutes.
“Can I have another one, please, and a bottle of red wine?” I asked my bartender friend as he
walked by.
“Sure thing.” He looked concerned now but nodded and went to get my drink.
He came back with the original cocktail glass, which held the martini and a bottle of red wine. I downed the martini straight away and got that buzz in my brain I was searching for. It made my skin sparkle like someone threw fairy dust on me.
I was about to open the bottle of wine when someone came up beside me. Too close. I turned
to look at the person and scowl, but as I looked up, all thoughts of scowling vanished from my mind.
Mr. Brad Pitt look-alike beamed down at me with sharp blue, blue eyes that reminded me of the sky in that in-between phase before nightfall. It was a dark blue like that, and against his blond hair his eyes were striking and almost otherworldly.
“My lady, going to drink that by yourself?” he asked in a rich English accent that stole my breath away, and all I could do was stare. I think that maybe I was drooling too, but I wasn’t sure.
There was a good chance I was, to my embarrassment, but my brain had turned to soup and
wasn’t able to function enough to care.
His lips arched into a smooth, sexy smile. “Want some company?” he added.
I nodded slowly. Thank God, I wasn’t stupid enough to turn him down.

Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets. She is well traveled, cultured, and a woman with a passion for dancing and ice skating.  When not writing you can catch her shopping, indulging on pizza and hot chocolate, or hanging out with her family and friends. No need to spend money on an airline ticket. Simply pick up one of Khardine's books to become immersed in the fascinating stories and characters she creates. 

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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Blog Tour + Giveaway + Excerpt::The Invisible Heiress

The Invisible Heiress
by Kathleen O'Donnell
Genre: Psychological Thriller

Dark, disturbing, deliciously inappropriate. – Leslie Wolfe, best-selling author of The Watson Girl.

From two-time Book of the Year finalist Kathleen O’Donnell comes a gripping psychological thriller filled with unexpected twists. 

A psychiatric patient with a dark secret 

Preston Blair, a blogger with a dark sense of humor, is committed to a private psychiatric hospital, accused of a shocking crime. Her father Todd’s influence as a D.A. has kept her from prison, but her sanity remains on a knife-edge. 

A therapist with an agenda 

Preston’s therapist, Isabel, is too preoccupied working her latest con on a rich, married, sadomasochistic secret lover, to care about Preston’s problems, even when Preston tells her that her socialite mother, Harrison Blair, had committed an unthinkable crime herself years before—one that might help explain Preston’s own misdeeds. 

A shocking secret that begs to be told 

When Preston’s absent husband, Brendan, suddenly turns up and tries to prove her innocence, tragedy strikes. Preston’s convinced her parents were involved, but it turns out to be much more complicated. As Preston delves deeper into the mystery, her head clears and a devastating event that she had long erased from her muddled mind comes rushing back. 

A killer that cannot be stopped

Stumbling onto video evidence, which exposes a killer’s greed and lust for power, Preston finds her own life is in danger from a surprising and once trusted source. She discovers that the truth hurts. It just might be the death of her. 

Fans of Gillian Flynn and Jessica Knoll will love Kathleen O’Donnell. 

I don’t know which scene satisfied me most—my posh parents waiting in the concrete-walled visitors’ room or me deposited in front of them by a uniformed guard.
They sat across from me at the Formica-topped table. My father’s face was tight, eyes damp. Seeing him distressed kicked a dent in my smug demeanor, so I stopped looking at him, my eyes ping ponged toward my mother. Despite the sordid circumstances, she shone, her beauty ferocious, perhaps highlighted even more by the dour surroundings. Thick hair still a perfect shade of bombshell blonde, skin pale but flawless despite time’s march, the blue of her eyes a perpetual shock.
So entranced I forgot to insult her.
“My incarceration poses a real problem for you. Doesn’t it, Mother? Harrison Blair doesn’t sully herself with the downtrodden.”
She shifted backward then forward quick.
“You’re the problem, Preston. Downtrodden? That’s how you think of yourself? You—”
“Harrison, Preston,” Dad said. “Please. Let’s start right. Preston, your mother and I haven’t seen you in so long. Though God knows I’ve tried. Let’s all make a real effort.”
He paused, probably to steel himself for objections in stereo. None came.
Dad continued. “You’re not incarcerated. You’re hospitalized. Your new therapist what’s her name.” He squeezed his eyes shut like her name had been tattooed inside his lids. “Um, she, Isabel, says you’ve made some headway, participating in therapy now.”
“Might as well,” I said.
“That’s the spirit. Won’t be long until you’re back home. You’re doing so well considering how difficult, well you’re done with that part of the, uh, the rehabilitation.”
“You mean the sweating, shaking, puking, padded room part?” I said.
“You’re sober. That’s all I meant.”
My mother’s eyes popped like a kidnapper just yanked the hood off her head.
“Sober?” she said. “Doesn’t that term apply to alcoholics? Surely they have another term for homicidal, drunken pill add—”
“She’s clean, Harrison. That’s all that matters.”
Dad kept yanking on his tie. I thought he might hang himself with it right before our eyes.
“All that matters? Is that your idea of a joke, Todd?”
“Nice dye job, Dad. Only you’d believe those stupid commercials. So natural no one will—”
“Darling, stop,” he said to Mother. “Of course sobriety’s not all but it’s a start. I think, we think enough time has passed. We should jumpstart our family therapy.”
“We who?” I said.
The guard took a step forward, disapproving of my elevated tone. My father waved him back.
“Not Mother, I’m sure.”
“Well, Isabel thought—”
“Just because I’m in the cuckoo’s nest doesn’t mean I don’t have rights,” I said. “Isabel shouldn’t talk to you at all about me. I’m an adult. She’s my shrink. Confidentiality too big a word?”
“Shrinks. Therapy,” Mother said. “In my day you poured yourself a scotch and got on with it.”
“You don’t pour yourself anything. You hire that out,” I said.
“Family therapy’s part of the deal,” Dad said. “The judge insisted—”
“You own the judge. We don’t have to do anything. Remind him, Mother.”
“You should kiss Judge Seward’s robed ass,” she said, hissing like a stabbed tire. “You’d be someone’s bitch if not for his mercy.”
“You mean, if not for your money. Don’t pretend you did shit for me. You did everything for yourself,
Mother, to stop the gossip. That’s what you do.”
With both fists, Dad twisted the tie he’d finally managed to take off.
“Preston, we hoped something good could come out of—”
“Todd, the only good that could possibly come out of this mess is if Preston stays hospitalized for the rest of her natural life.”
“Harrison, please. We agreed—”
“You agreed. With no one but yourself.”
“Hate to break up the party but I’m ready to go back to my room,” I said more to the guard than my parents.
“Wait, Preston,” Dad said, peering around the room, looking for his spine. “It doesn’t feel like it now, but here’s a chance for you and Mom to, I don’t know what, start again, improve your relationship, even a little.
That’s what we all want, isn’t it?”
“Steady on, Dad. The devil comes dressed as everything you want.”
I let the guard take my arm, turned in time to see Mom lean her head back enough to dab at the scar under the collar of her ivory silk blouse, a scarlet line cut across her throat, not quite ear to ear, a vicious permanent necklace.

Kathleen O’Donnell is a wife, mom, grandmother and a recovering blogger. She currently lives in Nevada with her husband. She is a two time Book of the Year finalist for her debut novel The Last Day for Rob Rhino. You can find short stories and blog posts on her website.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Release Blitz + Blog Tour :: Bad Influence

Bad Bachelors #3
Author: Stefanie London
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 26th, 2019

Annie Maxwell created the Bad Bachelors app to warn women away from guys like Joe Preston. Too bad she won't take her own advice...

Annie had her whole life figured out...until her fiancé left her when his career took off. If that wasn't bad enough, every society blog posted pictures of him escorting a woman wearing her wedding ring. To help the women of New York avoid men like her ex, she created the Bad Bachelors app. 

Outside his stellar career, CEO Joe Preston has made a lot of mistakes. None was worse than leaving the love of his life when she needed him most. Now, he's ready for a second chance. He may still be one heck of a bad influence, but when Annie's safety is threatened by a hacker, Joe is the only one who can save her - and he'll do whatever it takes to win her back. 



His lips parted hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he walked her past the couch toward the huge windows. Even with their eyes closed and hands occupied, they navigated the space with ease. He knew every inch of this place, despite the furnishings being different now. More importantly, he knew that Annie loved nothing more than the cold press of glass against her back.

When they’d walked into the apartment, they hadn’t needed the lights. But the sun had sunk low, and the city was starting to shine as darkness settled over them.

Joseph was tightly coiled—the past and present fusing together until it was impossible to untangle them. Annie let out a soft gasp as she bumped against the glass. Planting one hand next to her head, he spread his fingers wide. Rain splattered, coating the outside of the window in glossy droplets.

“You haven’t told me to stop,” he said.

As much as it would kill him to walk away now, waking up tomorrow and having her regret it would be worse. But for once in his life, he needed to man up and be honest with her. For too long, he’d let his upbringing stifle his ability to communicate. And it had ruined them. Ruined any chance they might’ve had at happiness. And running hadn’t fixed a goddamn thing.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her hands coming to the hem of her cashmere sweater. The fabric lifted up to reveal her trim waist, then the pale-pink lace of her bra as she whipped the sweater over her head. “Whatever it means to you is your business.”

The fabric hit the floor, and her hands automatically went to the fly of her pants.

“I’ve told you what it means,” he replied. The sound of her zipper being undone cut through the air. “And I’m not going to play this game if you think you can shut me out afterward.”

Her hips wriggled as she pushed the fabric down her legs. Her dark gaze speared him like a lance to the heart. “You’re seriously telling me you’ll walk away unless I agree to cuddle afterward?”

“I wasn’t thinking about cuddling as much as burying my face between your legs in the middle of the night.” He watched as she continued to undress, peeling her pink panties down her legs and then reaching behind her back for the clasp of her bra. The action made her breasts thrust forward. “I want to fall asleep with those perfect breasts pressed against my chest and those legs tangled with mine. I want to wake you up with my lips on your skin, and I want to pull you on top of me while you’re still half-asleep.”

She stood naked before him, shadows playing off her porcelain skin. But her eyes were the giveaway—the blackness of her pupils eating away the rich brown irises he loved so much. They shimmered, alight with a potent mixture of defiance and excitement.

His hand was still planted next to her head. His body growing hot beneath his suit and coat. The contrast of him being fully dressed next to her nakedness made it feel even more illicit. “I want to hear that sexy, raspy sound you make when my name is the first thing out of your mouth in the morning.”

She tipped up her nose to him. “This is just sex. Nothing more.”

“Will thinking that help you sleep better at night?”

“Going to bed alone will help me sleep better.” Her voice didn’t give him an inch.

Joseph leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite then.”

He turned and walked through the apartment, stopping to pick up his scarf from the floor. Annie hadn’t made a move to get dressed and remained standing, staring him down. Her shapely figure was silhouetted against the Manhattan skyline, and it was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

But trying to ignore what he really wanted was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. She could huff and puff, but he wasn’t going to sleep with her if she wanted him to act like it meant nothing. He’d rather go home and take a cold shower.

Or twenty.

At least being at home would prevent him from thinking with his dick in the middle of the night.

“Don’t answer the door for anyone but me,” he said. “I’ll call when I’m on my way over first thing in the morning.”

She didn’t say a word as he pulled the apartment door open and let it swing shut behind him.

My thoughts....

Let's have a moment of silence, for that cover! I don't know who that man is but I can appreciate him... That man is part of the reason, I read Bad Influence, and it was worth it!

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Alright now that we have addressed that MAN, let's talk about Bad Influence!  We meet Annie, and Joe who are in the middle of packing everything they own, and moving to Singapore. Except Annie is trying to find a way to tell Joe she isn't moving, because she just found out that her mother has cancer. So Annie decides to stay, and help her mother through the chemo, and recovery process. You would think that this conversation would be easy, or at least understanding?? Right, I mean "hey babe I can't move with you to Singapore because my mom has cancer?" Nope, Joe is a....use your imagination. He is "upset" because he heard Annie on the phone, saying "there's no way, I'm moving. I'll stay with you, mom." Joe is upset because Annie didn't "discuss" this with him, I mean after all he will pay for her to fly home every weekend. If they're in a relationship, they need to compromise, and talk about things...Yeah, this is where that man on the cover, lost all my respect. 

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I understand that Joe, needs Annie, and is in love with her. But to be so full of himself that, he wants her to move, and not be there for her family. Joe kept saying, that she always chooses them (Annie's family) over him...Bro, her MOTHER HAS CANCER! I would have been completely okay, if he was killed off. But nope, he lives, and yes he is a dick throughout the entire book. I did not like Joe, nor there relationship, at all. They knew each other, when they were younger because Annie's mom cleaned his parents home. His parents didn't think she was good enough, and a gold digger....Ooh they were not subtle about how they felt at all. 

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I cannot harp enough on Joe because Annie basically has to teach him, how to receive/give love. Like his parents are so distant, and don't know how to show or give love. So Annie teaches him..Fast forward 3 years, and Annie is still in NY, and Joe is now moving back to NY... Annie now has an app called "Bad Bachelors" which is an app where you can review men, with whom you've had interactions or dated. Let's talk "Bad Bachelors"  I love the app! It's a great idea, it's a safe space where women can be open and honest about exes. And not be told that "all men are like that or boys will be boys". Which is such a toxic trait that people have, we excuse certain behaviors because that's just how certain people are. We should not excuse their behaviors in fear, that you will never find love or whatever you're looking for. Annie also kept her app open and honest, she refused to take down bad/mean comments about a friends boyfriend. Which you're thinking is wrong, correct? I mean after all these are her best friends the least she can do is make sure that her friends, significant others,  don't get bad reviews? But no Annie sticks to her guns, and refused to take down the comments, even if it means that her best-friend is no longer communicating with her. 

I really did not like how Joe, thought he could check Annie, and keep her in line. Like he was confused on if he wanted to be an alpha male with her or be the man she deserves?? Bro get that **** together!

In the end Annie fixes things with her friend, and keeps her integrity. Annie is a wonderful well rounded character, who deserves amazing love. Just not from Joe, he sucks honestly throughout the entire book. I really do not like him... Joe was a dick, who realized that if I love this women, I will be the MAN she needs, not who my father wants...I wish Annie had found someone else but ehh she's happy! My review is all over the place because I was definitely in my feelings, and cried wile reading this book.... Like the ending is to-die-for! My rating is 4.5/5 


Stefanie London is the USA Today bestselling author of over twenty contemporary romances and romantic comedies

Stefanie’s books have been called “genuinely entertaining and memorable” by Booklist, and her writing praised as “Elegant, descriptive and delectable” by RT magazine. Her stories have earned accolades such as the RT Top Pick and have achieved bestseller status with USA Today and iBooks.

 Growing up, Stefanie came from a family of women who loved to read. After sneaking several literature subjects into her ‘very practical’ Business degree, she worked in HR and Communications. But writing emails for executives didn’t fulfil her creative urges, so she turned to fiction and was finally able to write the stories that kept her mind busy at night. 

Originally from Australia, she now lives in Toronto with her very own hero and is currently in the process of doing her best to travel the world. She frequently indulges in her passions for good coffee, lipstick, romance novels and anything zombie-related.

Blog Tour + Giveaway Excerpt::Solve the World

Solve the World
Part One
by Dante Stack
Genre: YA Dystopian Adventure 

Young Jennifer Dash leaves her Louisiana home in search of the key to life. Her quest begins humbly enough amidst the swamps of the Pelican state, but forces beyond her control will propel her past many nations, oceans, cultures, and fairy tales... to the very limits of reason and myth itself. Written as an adventure saga, what begins in a whimper is destined to end with a bang.

In Part One, you'll be submerged into a maelstrom of underground mobs, charming love interests, mythical sea monsters, religious theme parks, and relentless adventure.

Prepare yourself. It's going to be a bumpy ride.

Beware the Pied Piper.

**Get it FREE!!**

Guideline #1. Don't kill.

Tiff's head hit the door frame hard. Her body fell like a ragdoll, the back of her head pounding the bathroom floor once more. The switchblade launched in the other direction, landing in the middle of the shower tub.

Tiff was out. Gone. Unconscious. Jenn wasn't going to wait for her to awake. She got up. Grab the Moose key. The clicker. Toss the wig back on. Stash whatever money you can find in your pockets.

And go. But look one last time down at your combatant before leaving. That's an awful lot of

The pool of blood under her head is still expanding its perimeter. That's an awful lot of blood.

Guideline #1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill.
As Jenn made her way surreptitiously down the stairs, through the hotel lounge and past the
front doors, the first guideline rang through her head unrepentantly.

1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill.

She hadn’t killed her... had she? No, of course not. Tiff wasn't dead. She just had a head injury.

Everyone knows head wounds bleed profusely. But she was unconscious. Could she bleed out?

Would sleep in that moment kill her? 

Should I call an ambulance? 

Or hotel security? 

I could make an anonymous call. From where? You don't have a phone, old girl. And even if you do call, you don't think the men and women in black are keeping tabs on your hotel room? If you alert attention to your hotel room, you'll only bring more suspicion onto yourself, old girl. But what if she dies? I'll be wanted for murder!

1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill. 1. Don't kill.

Solve the World
Part Two

Young Jennifer Dash left her home with ambition. She wanted to discover the purpose of life. Big stuff. But a crazy truck driver, an underground homeless society, and a Catholic theme park with a secret kept Jenn distracted. Now she's finally on the right path. She's joined the crew of the adventure schooner Orion, a ship of scientific geniuses bent on discovering the deepest truths of reality.

Will Jenn find what she's looking for? Or will the madness of a few turn her world upside down? 

Long is the way and hard, that out of darkness, leads into light. 

Continue the journey. Beware the Pied Piper. 

Solve the World 
Part Three

The world is broken. Can we unbreak it?

Jennifer Dash is hunting for a way to fix the world, and herself. From Fox-masks, to secret orphan bunkers, to a New Zealand skyscraper culling, to a ravenous Wendigo, this third part of Jenn's harrowing adventure takes her past the boundaries of science, and straight into the dragon's lair of mythological nightmares. Can Jenn solve the world before Leviathan awakes? 

Continue the Journey. 

Beware the Pied Piper. 

Dante has lived in multiple places. In each of those places, he has read to his dog. She doesn't seem to mind, but Dante is suspicious that she's not actually very interested in what he has to say. You have to understand, Dante's dog can't read. So he has to read aloud to her. He hopes that you can read for yourself, and that maybe you'll read the things that he's read aloud to his dog. Maybe you'll be more interested in the things Dante has written and read aloud than the dog is.

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