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BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – The Eagle and the Fox (A Snowy Range Mystery) SERIES – The Snowy Range Series AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns GENRE – Gay mystery & suspense, western, gay literary fiction, romance PUBLICATION DATE – June 9, 2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 274/93330 PUBLISHER – Jade Horse Publishing COVER ARTIST – Dreams2Media
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Josiah Foxglove is given a second chance when he takes over his family’s spread in the shadow of the Snowy Range. A veteran of the Gulf War, he came back broken in body and spirit.
Marcus Colton buried his long-time lover and best friend three years ago. Lonely and still grieving, Marcus finds solace in protecting Petilune, a pretty girl with learning difficulties, who will surely become a victim of abuse and neglect without his help. But that doesn’t help him get through the long, dark nights.
When violence wracks the small community of Centurion, WY, it’s easy to place blame on Petilune's mysterious new boyfriend, Ojibwe teen Kit Golden Eagle. It looks open and shut, but for Josiah and Marcus the facts simply don’t add up.
Something’s rotten in Centurion, something that smacks of a hate crime…
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EXCERPT
Josh Foxglove and Marcus Colton are acquaintances, with an attraction two years in the making. When Josh finds himself backed into a financial corner, he comes to Marcus asking for a favor…
Before Josiah could shut the door, Marcus grabbed the handle and held it open. He winced as the desperation leaked through his pores, making his voice warble and waver as he asked, “Would you like something to drink, maybe? Unless you have to be somewhere…”
“No. I’m good. I mean…” Josiah inched toward the door. “A drink would be good.”
“Okay.” Marcus held the door ajar and stepped aside as Josiah sidled through the opening. After leading the man to his makeshift office, Marcus pointed to the folding wooden chair and wondered if it was sturdy enough to hold the man’s weight. The bottle and tumbler were still on the desk where he’d left them. He reached into the bottom drawer, extracted another glass and poured two fingers into each.
Josiah accepted the whiskey and tilted his chin in salute before tossing it down. Both of them shuddered and grinned. Marcus asked, “Another, Josiah?”
The man extended his glass for a refill. “You can call me Josh. I like that better. Sounds less… biblical.”
Relishing the burn in his throat, Marcus murmured, “That’s good. So, Josh, what did you want to talk about?”
“I need a favor.” He shifted on the chair. It creaked. “Thing is, I don’t got the right…”
Josh grimaced, his face a war of emotions Marcus could barely fathom. Finally he said, “It ain’t like we got history or we’re friends or nothing like that. We hardly know each other.”
Marcus listened to his own heartbeat, wondering what was driving a man like Foxglove to come and ask for a favor and to be so obviously torn up about it. So he said, “Friends give favors. That’s what friends do.”
“But, we ain’t friends.”
Marcus held up the half empty bottle. “Then I guess we’re gonna need more of this.”
AUTHOR BIO
Writer, editor and hopeless romantic.
Nya Rawlyns has lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000 miles in trail competitions on horseback, and been owned by two Newfoundlands. She is staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses. She never met a potato chip she didn't like and she lifts weights - which is probably fortuitous as she really likes potato chips. But mostly she loves happy endings, even when she has to make them up.
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Book Title: Dear Soldier Boy
Author: Maxwell Tibor
Genre: Romance
Release Date: November 11, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
What begins as an anonymous Dear Soldier letter turns to burgeoning love. Vivian Castello is a government contractor working in Washington, D.C., and Matthew Jensen is an Army Ranger fighting the war in Afghanistan.
Through emails, letters, and care packages Vivian’s and Matthew’s secrets begin to unfold. Letter by letter their barriers are torn down. But will their journey be one of hope or despair?
When Matthew returns and the physical space no longer exists, the emotional distance creates the biggest bridge they have to cross if they are ever going to have their happy ever after.
Maxwell Tibor lives on a ranch in Montana with his son. He is an avid fisherman, hiker, and outdoor enthusiast. When he isn't perfecting his newest food concoction, he's cleaning up after the lady of the house Eponine, his rescue dog.
Dead in a Park
by B.L. Blair
Series: Leah Norwood Mystery, #2
Genre: Mystery/Romance
Cover Designer: Nicole Spence/Cover Shot Creations
Cover Designer: Nicole Spence/Cover Shot Creations
Release Date: November 12, 2015
When Leah Norwood finds the body of Donald Collins in the city park, she doesn't know he is a distant relative. Young Donnie was a jewel thief and a career criminal. Hidden in the lining of his suit jacket was an exact replica of a ring that has been in Leah’s family for over a hundred years. After her home is burglarized, the sexy chief of police is convinced the ruby ring has something to do with the murder.
Leah wants to find out what happened to Donnie, but why would someone kill for a hundred year old ring? She discovers a connection between Donnie and the drug-dealing Cantono family, between the Cantono family and a jewelry appraiser, and between the jewelry appraiser and one of her own employees. Chief Griggs might be onto something. All clues lead back to the family ring.
Leah loves a good mystery. Can she find the killer before the killer finds her?
“Harry,” I yelled before I ran after him. When I stepped onto the grass on the side of the path, my feet squished. Looking down, I saw the ground was soft and still muddy in places. Just as Sean had warned me, the ground was still wet. I didn’t really have a choice as I could hear Harry barking wildly nearby. It sounded like he was close to the creek. I knew he wouldn’t come to me unless I was in his sight line. Consigning my shoes to their fate, I waded into the brush. Luckily, it was still winter so the woods and brush in the park were thinner than they would be in a few weeks. I didn’t have to go far before I found my dog.
He was standing near the creek bed, barking ferociously at the dead man on the ground. At first, I wasn’t sure he was actually dead, but one step closer showed he was laying perfectly still, head at an odd angle, and face-down in the small creek. He was dressed in what appeared to be a custom-made suit, the white collar of his shirt just showing along the neckline of his jacket and a fedora at his side. The suit reminded me of something from the 1930s with the charcoal color and narrow stripes. I looked at him from head to toe and then stopped.
He was so neatly dressed that I was shocked to see that he wasn’t wearing any shoes. His feet were encased in socks, but his shoes were nowhere in sight. And who wears a fedora? What was a well-dressed mobster doing in Reed Hill City Park? I couldn’t see much of his face, but he looked like a young man. The clothing and hat seemed totally out of place. Harry ran up to me, and I grabbed his leash. Wrapping it tightly around my hand, I pulled him away from the scene and back out to the walking path. I reached in my pocket for my phone. As I dialed 911, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell happened to his shoes.
She is the author of the Holton Romance Series and the Leah Norwood Mysteries. She enjoys reading books, writing books, and traveling wherever and as often as time and money allows. She is currently working on her latest book set in Texas, where she lives with her family.
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Raising funds and awareness for the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund
Ring in the Holidays with a Helping Hand
November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all Shanna Hatfield book sales will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period. Every book purchased during this promotional period adds to the donation total. Don’t forget to add books to your Christmas lists!
Raising funds and awareness for the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund
November 1 through December 24, ten percent of the net proceeds from all Shanna Hatfield book sales will be donated to the Justin Cowboy Crisis Fund. The JCCF is a non-profit organization that assists rodeo athletes who’ve sustained catastrophic injuries and are unable to work for an extended period. Every book purchased during this promotional period adds to the donation total. Don’t forget to add books to your Christmas lists!
The Christmas Vow
Genre: Historical Romance (Sweet)
Series: Hardman Holidays, #4
Series: Hardman Holidays, #4
He returns home to bury his best friend and his past, never expecting to fall in love with the woman who destroyed his heart.
Columbia River Pilot Adam Guthry reluctantly returns to his hometown of Hardman, Oregon, to pay his last respects after the sudden death of his life-long best friend. Emotions he can’t contain bubble to the surface the moment he sees the girl who shattered his heart eleven years ago.
Widow Tia Devereux escapes her restrictive life in Portland, returning to the home she knew and loved as a girl in Hardman. She and her four-year-old son, Toby, settle into the small Eastern Oregon community, eager for the holiday season. Unfortunately, the only man she’s ever loved shows up, stirring the embers of a long-dead romance into a blazing flame.
When her former father-in-law, a corrupt judge, decides he wants to raise Toby, Adam may be the only hope she has of keeping her son.
Excerpt:
Tia stamped her foot in the snow and rattled the paper in her hand. “Oh! That horrid, horrid man wouldn’t know the meaning of the word honorable if it jumped up and bit him on his flabby hin…”
“Tia?”
The sound of a familiar voice drew her gaze to the end of the alley where Adam leaned on the shovel he’d used to move snow all morning.
A shuddering sigh escaped her chest and a tear rolled down her cheek. She turned away, hoping to spare Adam from witnessing her emotional turmoil, but not soon enough.
Furiously brushing at her tears, she inhaled a sharp breath of bracing air as Adam’s hand settled on her arm.
“Tia? Is something wrong?” He pushed the shovel into a pile of snow and reached out to steady her as she swayed.
She shook her head. “Everything’s fine.”
Derisively, Adam snorted. “And that’s why you’re hiding in the alley, ranting about someone’s flabby hind end? Because everything is fine?”
Capturing Christmas
Genre: Contemporary/Western Romance (Sweet)
Series: Rodeo Romance, #3
Series: Rodeo Romance, #3
Sometimes love arrives softly - But it storms in like the blizzard of the century for one hunky cowboy
Life is hectic on a good day for rodeo stock contractor Kash Kressley. Between dodging flying hooves and babying cranky bulls, he barely has time to sleep. The last thing Kash needs is the entanglement of a sweet romance, especially with a woman as full of fire and sass as Celia McGraw.
Confident and spirited rodeo photographer Celia McGraw is determined to capture the best images possible. Fearless, she’s the last person to back down from a challenge, even when it puts her in danger. However, her biggest risk isn’t found in the rodeo arena, but in the way her heart responds to one incredibly handsome stock contractor.
Will Kash and Celia capture the spirit of Christmas and each other’s hearts?
Celia experienced the most unreasonable urge to run her fingers along the stubbly expanse of his cheeks, down his square jaw and over his strong chin. Mesmerized by his full bottom lip, she took a deep breath and nearly choked.
The very scent of him hinted at a lethal combination of freshly fallen snow, a warm winter fire, and sweet seduction rolled into one incredibly enticing package.
Shanna creates character-driven romances with realistic heroes and heroines. Her historical westerns have been described as “reminiscent of the era captured by Bonanza and The Virginian” while her contemporary works have been called “laugh-out-loud funny, and a little heart-pumping sexy without being explicit in any way.”
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Title: Ravel
Author: Shari J. Ryan
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2015
Blurb
At twenty-three, I’m left with a decision. The outcome could be life or death.
Trent hit me once, and I cried. Then he hit me again. And again. After a while, I got used to it, as I slept on the floor beside his bed, night after night.
Everyone told me to leave him, but I can't. He won't let me.
The moment I wanted to give up on myself and any form of hope, Kemper—a tall, sexy Marine just home from Afghanistan walked into my bar. With one look in his eyes, I saw pain that mirrored my own.
At first, I thought maybe he would be my prince charming, riding in to save me, but all it took was one tragedy for me to remember…fairy tales don’t exist in real life.
*The content in this book discusses domestic violence and is suitable for readers over 18*
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Excerpt
“That’s twice in one day I’ve had to save you,” Kemper says, his soft voice soothing my nerves as he presses a cool compress against my forehead. His other hand is cupped around my cheek. No one has ever cared enough to save me. Kemper’s face is inches from mine and I can smell the cool mint on his breath from the gum he’s been chewing.
“I guess so,” I mutter, falling a little deeper into his gaze.
His thumb runs down the length of my nose, and while most of me is feeling pain, that sensation still drives quivers through my body. “Does that hurt?” he asks.
I shake my head, “Not too much,” I say, noticing a slight ache in my neck.
His thumb moves over to my right cheekbone and he presses gently. “How about that?” All I feel is the warmth from his skin. I shake my head again. He does the same for my left cheekbone. This time I wince. It hurts. I clench my eyes and I hear him yell to someone to grab ice. “Is this the first time he’s hit you?” Kemper’s brows are bowed toward his nose while his thumb continues to trace small circles around my cheek. I’d rather lean into his hand than respond.
In truth, I just don’t want to answer him, but he’s still staring at me, waiting for a response. I look down, away from his gaze. The ache in my chest, mixed with feeling like a weak woman, makes me want to cry, but I won’t cry in front of all these people. His finger curls under my chin and he tilts my face back up to look at him. His eyes are kind and caring, yet pained at the same time. The light is hitting them at the perfect angle, giving them the slightest shimmer in the center of each pupil. Then there are his lips—I can’t stop looking at those either. They’re full and capable. They look like they have the ability to kiss in a way I’ve definitely never been kissed. I want to touch his lips, but I belong to Trent—the asshole that just hit me.
“I guess so,” I mutter, falling a little deeper into his gaze.
His thumb runs down the length of my nose, and while most of me is feeling pain, that sensation still drives quivers through my body. “Does that hurt?” he asks.
I shake my head, “Not too much,” I say, noticing a slight ache in my neck.
His thumb moves over to my right cheekbone and he presses gently. “How about that?” All I feel is the warmth from his skin. I shake my head again. He does the same for my left cheekbone. This time I wince. It hurts. I clench my eyes and I hear him yell to someone to grab ice. “Is this the first time he’s hit you?” Kemper’s brows are bowed toward his nose while his thumb continues to trace small circles around my cheek. I’d rather lean into his hand than respond.
In truth, I just don’t want to answer him, but he’s still staring at me, waiting for a response. I look down, away from his gaze. The ache in my chest, mixed with feeling like a weak woman, makes me want to cry, but I won’t cry in front of all these people. His finger curls under my chin and he tilts my face back up to look at him. His eyes are kind and caring, yet pained at the same time. The light is hitting them at the perfect angle, giving them the slightest shimmer in the center of each pupil. Then there are his lips—I can’t stop looking at those either. They’re full and capable. They look like they have the ability to kiss in a way I’ve definitely never been kissed. I want to touch his lips, but I belong to Trent—the asshole that just hit me.
Author Bio
International Bestselling Author, Shari J. Ryan, hails from Central Massachusetts where she lives with her husband and two lively little boys. Shari has always had an active imagination and enjoys losing herself in the fictional worlds she creates.
When Shari isn’t writing or designing book covers, she can usually be found cleaning toys up off the floor.
To learn more, visit her at: www.sharijryan.com.
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Title: Brando Part Two
Series: Brando #2
Author: J.D. Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2015
Blurb
I gave you exactly what you wanted, and you still want more...
I thought I had everything: the fame, the money, and a girl on top — of the charts, that is.
But it turns out, it means nothing without her. The only girl who ever knew the real me. She doesn’t give a fuck about the platinum records or the VIP lounge, she wants more than that. She wants a future with me.
And I’m all in.
All the way in.
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I'm an erotic author from LA. I grew up in Southern California and now live with my wife in Venice. I've also lived in NYC, India and Thailand. I love to travel and have been to Central America, Australia, Europe and the Middle East. I have a boring corporate day job where I cover people's asses for a living and am hoping to leave this world soon and make a living doing the thing I love - writing. I enjoy surfing and I'm also a martial artist, my other main passion, which I have practiced since the age of 5.
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