Wednesday, June 20, 2018

#YoungAdult #Bullying Spotlight on THE BULLY BUSTER CLUB by bestselling author, Linda Prine

Have any of your kids encountered bullying. bestselling author Linda Prine released the first book of her Max and Mackenzie, THE BULLY BUSTER CLUB, middle school series. Mackenzie tries out for cheerleading at a new school. That will not be where her twin brother, Max the football star, can look out for her. She's all alone.

What would you do if you saw a kid getting bullied?

What would you do if you were the kid getting bullied?

Come join eleven-year-old twins, Max and Mackenzie York,

and their friends as they learn to navigate middle school, face

the challenges of growing up and discover some of the 

answers to those questions and more.

Twins, but so different--Max is excited about starting at a 

new school. Kenzie is not. Shy Kenzie, who has been bullied 

in the past, has always had Max to stick up for her,

but he won't be with her in every class.

What happens when the bullying starts again?

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Spotlight on best seller Jane Porter @authorjanep and her #contemporaryromance #newrelease from Tule Publishing, Take a Chance on Me

Please welcome Jane Porter, New York Times and USA bestselling author.  Today I have my spotlight on Take a Chance on Me Please stay tuned for an excerpt at the end of the post.

Take A Chance On Me – Blurb:

Savvy stylist Amanda Wright loves Marietta, her hair salon, and her clients, and no client is more dear to her heart than eighty-year-old Bette Justice–even if her years have made her a little fragile. So when Bette asks Amanda to help her convince her determined grandson, Tyler, a successful game designer, that Marietta is the right home for Bette, Amanda can’t say no.

Tyler Justice has a one-track mind–he wants to take care of his beloved grandmother. He can’t understand her resistance to move to Texas and is sure that the young friend she keeps mentioning–Amanda–is taking advantage of his grandmother’s generosity. He reaches Marietta determined to put the salon owner in her place and bring his grandmother home…until smart, kind Amanda starts to tug at his heart in ways he never expected.

But just as Tyler and Amanda start to form a real connection, will a long-buried family secret destroy their chance at love?

Jane Porter bio:

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Jane Porter holds an MA in Writing from the University of San Francisco and has written 55 novels since getting her first sale to Harlequin Presents in 2000. A six time RITA finalist, and RITA winner in July 2014 for Take Me, Cowboy, Jane is known for her passionate, powerful stories and relatable heroines. An advocate for writers, Jane founded Tule Publishing in 2013 to give romance and women’s fiction authors support and opportunities. Jane and Tule Publishing are both based in sunny San Clemente, CA.

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Excerpt—Take a Chance on Me

It wasn’t often that she had a stranger in her chair at The Wright Salon, much less a thirty-something-year-old male, that also happened to be impossibly handsome, as in the handsome of Hollywood hunk or romance cover hero.

Amanda Wright knew her romance cover heroes, too, as she and her sister Charity had lived off them growing up, surviving their harsh reality by living on fantasies and fairy tales.  Jenny, their oldest sister, had been appalled, and would confiscate their paperbacks, tossing them out if she found them.  Which is why Amanda and Charity learned to hide their romances between their mattresses, or stuff them inside the sleeves of their ugly, thrift store rainbow-hued winter coats.

Romance cover heroes were usually darkly handsome as well as inscrutable and enigmatic, traits not found in most small Montana towns.  No, in small Montana towns like Marietta, men tended to be polite, practical and dependable, and there was nothing wrong with practical and dependable men, but it just wasn’t exciting, and Mandy was holding out for a true romance hero, one that wasn’t just handsome, but a man that was powerful, successful, complex.  Enigmatic.

And her client, Ty James, could easily pass for the enigmatic romance hero with his thick brown hair, light eyes the color of the sea, chiseled jaw, and firm chin.  Never mind his lips which were pretty much perfect, especially when he smiled.  It was the smile of movie stars—confident, easy, sexy—which made it almost impossible to focus, which wasn’t a good thing as she was wielding very sharp scissors, very close to his strong tanned nape.

“You’ve been a stylist for a long time?” he asked, as she gently pressed his head forward a bit, trying to give her a better view of his hairline while also trying to hide his gorgeous reflection from her line of sight.  His good looks were distracting.  He, was distracting, and she didn’t normally fall for a pretty face.  In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time a man made her heart pitter pat, and it wasn’t just doing a pitter pat right now, but a full on, racing horse gallop.

“Nine years,” she answered, “six full-time.  The first three I was in college.”

“What did you study?”

“Psychology.”  She paused, ran her comb through the back of his hair, checking the length, making sure lines were straight.  She glanced up into the mirror, caught his eye, and noted his surprise.  “I like people.”

“You must get to know your customers quite well.”

“I do.  I’m very attached to my customers.” She paused, smiled ruefully. “Well, most of them.  There are a couple that drive me slightly bonkers, but they just make me appreciate the rest all the more.”

“What do the frustrating ones do to drive you bonkers?”

“Arrive thirty minutes late for a forty-five-minute appointment or forget to show at all.”

“That’s it?”

She smiled again and shrugged.  “I have really good customers.”

His green gaze held hers in the mirror that for a moment she completely lost focus.

“I noticed you had more starred reviews on Yelp than any other stylist in town,” he said, snapping her focus back.

“I do encourage them to leave a review if they’re happy,” she answered.

“Clearly, they’re happy.”

“It’s a win-win, then.”  Amanda felt herself growing warmer by the moment.  What on earth was wrong with her?  Hand shaking, she reached for her colorful bottle on her station shelf and took a quick drink of water, trying to cool herself off. It had obviously been far too long since she’d spent time with an attractive man because this was ridiculous.  She was genuinely flustered.

“You have a name on the back of one of your chairs,” he said, watching her in the mirror.  “Is it a memorial?”

She looked to see where he was pointing and laughed.  “Oh, no.  No!  Bette is very much alive, as well as a very dear client and friend.  She did something nice for me and so I gave her her very own chair.  Only Bette is allowed to sit there, and that way she always knows I have time—and a spot—for her.”

“She must have liked that.”

“I think so.”  Mandy took a comb and drew it through his hair, checking the length.  “So, you’re in town for a meeting tomorrow?”


“And you’re staying at the Graff?”

“It’s a nice hotel.”

“I’ve never actually stayed there, but it’s fun to go for drinks or their Sunday brunch.”

“Do you go often?”

“A couple times a year.  Just for special occasions.  Most of the time my sister and friends head to Grey’s.  More our style, as well as a lot less spendy.”

Tyler James Justice had expected Amanda Wright to be polished and stylish—she did hair for a living, after all—but he hadn’t expected her to be quite so pretty.

Or kind.

Or appealing.

But she was pretty, strikingly pretty, and disarmingly sweet.  Make that charming.  For a moment he’d wondered if she’d had work done, and then he spotted the photo of three gorgeous blonde women tucked into her mirror, and asked, “Girlfriends or sisters?” as he nodded to the photo.

She steadied his head, preventing him from moving again.  “Sisters.  I’m the baby.”

“When was this picture taken?”

“My sister’s wedding a couple years ago.”

“Do your sisters live here in Marietta, too?”

“Charity does.  Jenny and her husband have a ranch in Colorado.”

“What does Charity do?”

Mandy didn’t answer immediately, her elegantly arched brows flattening as she concentrated on trimming the hair close to the tip of his right ear.  On one hand he was impatient for her to answer, but on the other he appreciated her attention to detail and not nicking his ear.

“She works for a Realtor on Main Street,” Amanda finally said, before tipping his head forward and taking a razor to his nape, cleaning up the back of his neck.  “I’m hoping, though, to eventually bring her here to help me manage the salon.”

“It wouldn’t be hard working with her?”

“Not at all.  Charity is my best friend.  We’re two peas in a pod.  Mom used to say we were more like twins than twins.  What about you?” she asked.  “Do you have brothers or sisters?”

He hesitated.  “I had a brother.  He died serving the country.”

Her hand went to his shoulder, her touch firm, warm.  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

He swallowed around the unexpected lump in his throat.  He rarely talked about Coby, and he never got emotional when he did, and he wasn’t at all sure why he’d mentioned his brother to her.

“I couldn’t imagine losing one of my sisters,” Amanda added.  “It must have devastated your parents.”

He nodded, unable to say more, because it had devastated them, and Coby’s death had changed the dynamics of the family.

“You said you were here for business,” she said, changing the subject.   “You must be in the ranching business then.”

“No.  I’m in tech.”

Her full lips pursed.  “Tech?”

“I design games.”

“Games?” she repeated, a delicate eyebrow arching.

“Computer games.”

“That must be fun.” Her eyes met his in the mirror.  She was smiling, and it did something funny to his chest.

“It’s creative,” he answered.

“You’re giving people something fun to do.  Good for you.  People need entertainment to help us unplug from the world, don’t you think?”

He found himself watching her as she took the big soft brush and went over his nape, brushing off stray hair.  “I do.”

He wished he’d been prepared for her, and not just how pretty she was with her high cheekbones and gleaming blonde hair pulled back in a high teased ponytail, but her kindness and good nature.  She reminded him of spring rain—sweet and refreshing—which wasn’t at all his impression of her before he came.

“How is the length?” she asked, turning the chair and handing him a mirror so he could see the back of his head.  “Any shorter?”

“It’s a little longer than I usually wear it,” Tyler said.  “But I like it.  Looks good.”

“I think so, too.  It gives you a 70’s rock star vibe.”

“I’m not that.”

She laughed, and a dimple appeared at the corner of her full lips.  “Well, if you’re a game designer, you can be anyone you want to be.”  She unsnapped the black plastic cape, removing it from around his shoulders.  “How long are you in town?”

“A couple of days.  Maybe a week.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay.  Marietta is a great little town.  Everyone that comes here, falls in love—”

“Don’t say that.”

“—with the town,” she finished, laughing again.  “But what’s wrong with falling in love?”

“Nothing.  But I’m not looking for love.  Or a new place to live.  I like Austin.”

“A Texas boy.”

California, he wanted to correct her, as he’d only relocated to Austin two years ago, but there was no point in telling her any of that.  They weren’t friends, and furthermore, once she knew who he really was, they’d never be friends.  The warmth inside of him cooled, and his smile faded.  Standing, he reached for his wallet.  “How much do I owe you?”

“Thirty-five.  And you can pay Emily.  She’s at the desk in reception.”

“You did a good job.”

“Then leave a review,” she teased, reaching for the broom and dustpan tucked in the corner next to her station.  “And enjoy Marietta.  It’s a great place to be.”

“I’ll try,” he answered.

“Not good enough,” she called after him.

He turned in the doorway to look back at her, all golden blonde and astonishingly pretty in the winter sunlight, and yet she was smiling at him in a way that made his chest ache.

She made him feel young and hopeful, just as he’d felt as a boy when he’d see a cute girl.  But he wasn’t a boy, and he wasn’t in town because he wanted to be, but because he needed to be.  He’d arrived to put distance between this woman and his grandmother, a move that wasn’t going to make him popular with anyone.  “Goodbye.”

“Good luck tomorrow.”

Friday, June 15, 2018

#NewRelease #RomanticSuspense #HistoricalRomance on Bound to Morocco by Leslie Hachtel @lesliehachtel -- her fans will be transfixed!

Today my spotlight is on a new release, Bound to Morocco by amazing author, Leslie Hachtel! Sizzling... smoldering... and a lush background.

What if your family sold you to a Sultan's Harem?

Drugged and kidnapped, Shera finds herself on a ship to Morocco to serve the Sultan. Abandoned and alone, Shera must find a way to escape and confront the people who betrayed her. She gets help from an unlikely source: the man who kidnapped her. But, he has his own secrets. And, when their partnership turns to love, the two must face constant danger to endure. But will they ever be free?

"Bound to Morocco"

By Leslie Hachtel


Spring, 1713

          The throbbing was relentless. Shera, Lady Edgerton, squinted and reluctantly peeked out from beneath her eyelids. She immediately regretted it. A thousand needles of light stabbed her with brutal fury and she quickly closed her eyes again to ease the misery. She drew in a deep breath, trying to quell the pounding in her head. Mindful of the pain, she very slowly opened her eyes again, fighting the agony of vicious brightness that assailed her. Sunlight pierced the room through a narrow slit in the wall high up in the small space and pooled about her. Nausea threatened but she swallowed hard and stiffened her spine.

          Gathering her senses and forcing herself to focus, she looked around. Where was she? A small room made of wood? The walls were bare except for four sets of chains attached to the wood by rings hanging a few inches from the floor. Was this an area used to confine prisoners?  But that did not answer why she was here. She was an innocent. Her being here must be a terrible mistake.

          She heaved in a deep breath and listened carefully. Naught but a kind of creaking. Raising herself gently, she sat up. Her head spun and she took in a few shallow breaths to ease the dizziness. The space around her gradually took shape. She was indeed in a small room with walls of horizontal planked wood. Beneath her, the floor swayed gently back and forth. And the smell? It was the scent of despair. Someone had been held here before her. Or many someones. And there was also the unmistakable odor of the sea. I am aboard a ship? How is that possible? A slither of terror crawled up her back. Had she been kidnapped? Was her life at risk? Who did this and what did they want? The lack of answers was tormenting.


Leslie Hachtel was born in Ohio, raised in New York and has been a gypsy most of her adult life.  Her various jobs, including licensed veterinary technician, caterer, horseback riding instructor for the disabled and advertising media buyer have given her a wealth of experiences.

However, it has been writing that has consistently been her passion. She sold an episode of a TV show, had a screenplay optioned and has so far produced eleven novels, including eight historicals and three romantic suspense.  Leslie lives in Cordova, Tennessee with a fabulously supportive engineer husband and her writing buddy, Jakita, a terrier.

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Spotlight on #ContemporaryRomance #free on Kindle Unlimited-- #excerpt Just One Night by Sofia Londe @SofiaLonde

Have you ever considered speed dating? Take a vicarious journey and fall in love with this talented author's writing.
Please welcome Sofia Londe and get a peek into her fun book, Just One Night- 

Free on KU!
Clara came to the bar looking for a date for her sister’s wedding, but she ended up falling for Rob the bartender instead. She feels an attraction for him unlike anything she has ever felt before. But since one night is all he’s prepared to offer her, she’ll take it. Anything to feel his lips against her skin, and hear his voice whisper dirty words in her ear.

When Rob Fraser sees Clara Magnelli for the first time, it’s lust at first sight. He wants her, badly. And when he gets to know her, it’s not just her body that he wants. But his past is holding him back. No matter what he feels for her, one night is all he has to offer.

But one night soon turns into more, and Rob finds himself falling for Clara, too. He knows he has to tell her the truth, even if it means he’ll lose her forever.

Rob wondered what exactly it was about Clara that affected him so. Rob knew he was good-looking; it had more than once earned him good money in tips from female guests. And he was a bartender, for crying out loud. Getting hit on by women in all stages of inebriation was all too common, he should have become immune by now. What was it about this woman who, as far as he could tell, was as sober as a judge? What made her different?

Apart from her stunning looks, of course. That long dark hair, those curves that were in no way hidden by that red lace-concoction of a dress, those longs legs in their high heels… She was gorgeous, there was no denying that. But this was New York City! Gorgeous women were twenty to a dozen here.

Clara smiled warmly. “Thanks for the drink, it was once again delicious.” She fidgeted with the clasp on her purse. “I don’t think I paid you for it,” she said as she pulled out her Visa.

“Forget about it.” Rob closed his hand over hers in midair. “You saved me the trouble of having to get that guy thrown out. The drink is on the house.”

Clara went completely still and her gaze locked on his. Rob became intensely aware of their hands touching, and the feel of her soft knuckles under his fingers. Still holding her gaze, he let his hand slide down to clasp her wrist where he could feel her pulse beat. He gently caressed the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, seeing her swallow, and the tip of her small, pink tongue dart out and wet those gorgeous, full lips. God, he wanted to kiss her. And not just her lips. He wanted to bring her wrist to his lips and kiss her there, too. He wanted to gently lick her pulse point and hear her moan in pleasure. He wanted to suck on every one of her fingers until she begged him to stop.

Sofia calls herself a tireless vagabond; she left her native Sweden at the age of seventeen and has been traveling all over the world ever since, her favourite place by far being London, England. Her resumĂ© is longer than the Bible, spanning such far-apart jobs as nurse, bra fit specialist at Victoria’s Secret, waitress, and roller coaster operator at Disneyland Resort Paris.

Her love affair with the romance genre began when she, at the age of eleven, stumbled across her mother's stash, and discovered the happiness romance literature brings the reader. She didn't begin writing in earnest, however, until she, a major Harry Potter geek, discovered Harry Potter fanfiction, which she still reads to this day.

After a year in Vancouver, Canada, Sofia just recently returned to her native Sweden with her fiancé, who makes sure she remembers to eat when she becomes consumed by her writing.

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Monday, June 11, 2018

Spotlight on Golden Heart Finalist Catherine Chant @Catherine_Chant and her #paranormal #YoungAdult #romance, Wish You Were Here.

Please welcome award-winning Catherine Chant and her book, Wishing You Were Here (Deluxe Edition)


Finalist for the Romantic Writers of America Golden Heart® Award in Young Adult Romance.

She's out of place.

He's out of time.

When an accidental wish sends a college bound radio intern back in time to 1957 to save a teen idol from death, she finds her well-intentioned meddling just may leave him better off dead.

Callie Reinard thought rock music pioneer Joey Tempo deserved a chance to show the world he was more than a footnote in music history, but her attempt to give him a new future causes one catastrophe after another. The worst disaster of all -- she's falling for this charismatic musician, who's fifty years out of her league, and at risk of losing her own carefully-planned future in the process.

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WISHING YOU WERE HERE Deluxe Edition contains the young adult time travel novel WISHING YOU WERE HERE (Soul Mates, Book 1), PLUS the sequel, LOST WITHOUT YOU, a young adult historical romance novella.

EXCERPT FROM Wishing You Were Here by Catherine Chant

Callie approached the departure area and slowed. Her lack of a plan and a growing sense of what-the-hell-am-I-doing interrupted her frantic actions. What could she accomplish by finding Joey Tempo, anyway? She’d only seen the teen idol in pictures. Would she even recognize him in person? Another few steps and she had her answer. She inhaled sharply.

He’d been standing with his back to her, but now he turned to speak to a man behind him. He held a dark blue suit jacket by the collar and casually flung it over his left shoulder. Her knees threatened to buckle when she saw his face. She rested her shoulder against the wall to keep from crumpling to the floor.

"This has got to be a dream," she whispered. "Leah's right. I’ve gone crazy. I'm having a breakdown or something. Hallucinating." Their argument about dead musicians returned with complete clarity.

But Joey looked so alive. So real. And so completely and utterly adorable. Crisp white shirt, a blue patterned tie loose on his neck, tan pants. Her heart beat so fast her entire body trembled. Trying to steady herself, she glanced around the airport again. Wake up, Callie. Wake up. Wake up before you make a fool out of yourself. She even pinched her arm. But images of 1957 continued to pass before her eyes.

This couldn't be happening. It wasn't possible.

But watching Joey move and talk to the people near him, she began to believe the impossible. He looked like every other person in the airport—ordinary. Except he wasn‘t ordinary, as far as Callie had deduced from reading about him, and she could not have dreamed him up in such detail. He paced, stealing frequent glances at his wristwatch. She could actually see the worry lines across his forehead.

He's anxious to go home. A lump caught in Callie’s throat. But he won't make it.

Every time he smiled, her heart broke a little more. Why did she have to see this? It had been bad enough to read about it when he was just a picture in a magazine. But now…

Callie’s breath trembled. Standing before her was a living, breathing person. A guy who had no idea he was going to die in a few hours. A boy her age with such phenomenal talent he could make music history.

He was so young, so vibrant… He deserved…

More than he got.

She forced back tears as a sense of purpose rose within her. She could stop this. She could save him. Give him another chance to show the world what he could do. If this was a dream, she'd make sure it had a happy ending.

Callie took a step forward, then hesitated. A group of five girls approached Joey’s party only to be pushed back by two men in dark suits. Her heart sank. Bodyguards. She’d never get near him.

Callie twisted the newspaper in her hands and struggled with indecision. The intercom system sounded overhead.

"…Global Airlines flight 632 is now boarding at gate three…"

Joey and his group reached for their carry-on luggage and something in Callie’s mind snapped with terrifying force. Hundreds of thoughts and emotions battled inside her, but she focused on only one. Save Joey.

Callie rushed past the two guards, who were still distracted by the giggling mass of girls, and stopped within a few feet of Joey. The moment their eyes met, speech deserted her. Only minutes earlier those gorgeous blue eyes had graced an album cover lying on her bed back in Dover Heights. How had she gotten to this point?

Joey smiled and Callie’s heart hammered. He had such a trusting face. Such a beautiful, trusting face. He probably thought she wanted his autograph. He had no idea his life was in danger. How did you tell someone that?

Callie swallowed hard. "Joey, you can’t get on that plane."


Award-winning author Catherine Chant is an active member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA) and a Golden Heart® finalist. She writes rock 'n' rock romantic fiction and stories with paranormal twists for young adults.

Catherine worked for 15 years as an IT computing & communication consultant at Boston College before becoming a full-time writer. She has been an online educator since 2006. She currently teaches several online workshops for writers at various RWA chapters throughout the year. Her non-fiction work has appeared on numerous websites, where she writes instructional articles about creative writing, computing, gaming and crafts.

You can find out more about Catherine at her website, Twitter @Catherine_Chant or Facebook CatherineChantNovels.

#YoungAdult #Bullying Spotlight on THE BULLY BUSTER CLUB by bestselling author, Linda Prine

Have any of your kids encountered bullying. bestselling author Linda Prine released the first book of her Max and Mackenzie, THE BULLY BUST...