Thursday, March 31, 2016

Virtual Tour w/Giveaway: Her One True Love by Rachel Brimble

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Rachel Brimble
Released March 15th, 2016
Lyrical Press

She Can't Forget Him…

Jane Charlotte Danes has loved the squire of her idyllic country town for as long as she can remember. He is good, kind, and alluring beyond words… and he chose to marry another. Tired of dwelling on her futile longings, Jane plans a move to Bath, where she dreams of a new beginning. But the man who has so imprisoned her heart is only a few steps behind…

He Can't Let Her Go…

Until now, Matthew Cleaves has endeavored to meet the responsibilities of his position with dignity and good spirits--including his dutiful marriage. But when his wife leaves him for another man, Matthew is at last free to pursue his one true love. Only one vital question remains: will the captivating, stubborn, beautiful Jane allow him the challenge, and the pleasure, of winning her back?...

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Jane’s heart ached to see such deep anguish in his gaze. There was no rage, no anger, not even a trace of the moroseness she had seen so many times in his eyes during the preceding months. He stood in front of her as the true, loyal, and honest man she’d always loved and admired.
All the months she fought her feelings for him and now he wished to be with her. Tears escaped and rolled over her cheeks. He brushed his thumbs under her eyes, and it took every ounce of her strength not to collapse against him and damn the right and wrong of her yearning.
“Jane, please understand how hard it is for me to see you cry and not fix things to be with you overnight. What is starting between us, what I am feeling, cannot be ignored.”
Jane took a strengthening breath. “I am not the same woman I was a year, even six months ago, Matthew. I’ve changed. You’ve changed. Neither of us should rush headlong into the idea of us being together when there are so many other people involved.”
He frowned. “Like Elizabeth?”
She nodded. “And the villagers. And for me, the children at the boardinghouse. I can’t stop my dream to do good now that I have found the courage to pursue it.”
“Everything will work out. I will ensure it.”
He smiled softly, the gentle determination in his gaze seeping deep inside her until impassioned hope squeezed like a vise around her weakening heart.
He brushed the curls from her temple and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I have been blind. My sense of pride and loyalty to my father, a man who thought of me as little more than a cog in his ambitious wheel, has meant I wasted two years with a woman I tried hard to make happy. I refuse to waste any more of my life.”
His words twisted and tore at Jane’s heart. The last thing she wanted him to do was act impulsively and jeopardize anything that might be good for the people of Biddestone. “So what are we to do now?”

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Rachel lives with her husband and two teenage daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. Since 2013, she has had five books published by Harlequin Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and three Victorian romances by eKensington/Lyrical.

Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America, and was selected to mentor the Superromance finalist of So You Think You Can Write 2014 contest. 

When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.

She likes nothing more than connecting and chatting with her readers and fellow romance writers. Rachel would love to hear from you!

Cover Reveal: My Last Love Story by Falguni Kothari

MY LAST LOVE STORY by Falguni Kothari

Date of Publication: May 15, 2016


Love is meant to heal wounds.

Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.

Love has ripped my life apart, and shattered my soul.

I love my husband, and he loves me. But Nirvaan is dying.

I love my husband. I want to make him happy. But he is asking for the impossible.

He is asking me to make lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.

I can't.

I don't want a baby. I don't want to make nice with Zayaan.

I don't want another chance at another love story.

About Falguni Kothari

Falguni Kothari is a New York-based hybrid author, and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance. She writes in a variety of genres sewn together by the colorful and cultural threads of her South Asian heritage and expat experiences. She's published in India in contemporary fiction with global e-book availability, and will launch her mythic fantasy series, The Age of Kali, in November of 2015. When not writing or dancing or being house-wifey, she fools around on all manner of social media, and loves to connect with readers.

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Except Tour & Review w/Giveaway: Promise Lodge by Charlotte Hubbard

Promise Lodge
by Charlotte Hubbard
GENRE: Amish/Inspirational Romance


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Energetic widow Mattie Bender Schwartz is working day and night to get Promise Lodge going. She’s also hoping the change will help her son Noah’s heart to heal after his broken engagement. But his former fiancĂ©e, Deborah, is looking for a fresh start too. Filled with regret, and cast out by her dat for a reason she can’t yet reveal, Deborah can only pray Noah will forgive her foolishness.

Deborah is the last person Noah expected to show up at Promise Lodge. But with her cruel words still ringing in his head, he’s reluctant to accept her apology—even if the Old Order ways demand he try. If only he could obey Christ’s most important commandment: love one another. But one thing is certain—his mother and aunts, and their beloved Preacher Amos, will do their best to help him get there.



Noah focused on drawing his scraper straight across the putty he’d applied, keenly aware of Deborah’s presence. And why wouldn’t he be? The creak of her ladder told him she was climbing down to paint the bottom section of the wall, and then the steady swish swish of her roller made him envision the stretch of her body as she covered the area in front of her with fresh paint, crouching to reach the baseboard.

No need to glance at her. You know exactly what she looks like, he reminded himself. The old crank-out window he was working on had six small panes of glass, each of them with four sides. He would repeat his puttying procedure a total of twenty-three times before he needed to focus on anything other than the window.

Noah kept working, trying to pay more attention to Preacher Amos’s whistled rendition of “The Old Gray Mare” than to Deborah’s creaking ladder . . . her methodical repetitions of painting a section of the upper wall before climbing down to cover the area beneath it. He envied her constant movement, because she seemed to be making more progress than he was as he stood in one spot.

Finish this window and then eat another cinnamon roll. You’ll go nuts trying so hard not to look at her.

Noah worked faster, inspired by the thought of unrolling a sweet, frosted spiral of pastry and raisins. Knead, press, scrape. Repeat. By the time he snapped the lid on his container of putty, he could practically taste the cinnamon and feel the nuts crunching between his teeth. He pivoted, determined to pay no attention to Deborah as he fetched his snack—

“Ach! Oh, phooey!” she cried out.

Noah jumped back just as the roller fell from Deborah’s raised hand, bounced wetly on the top of her head, and then tumbled down the back of her dress.

“Are you all right?” Amos asked as he hurried over to help her.

Noah watched helplessly as Deborah planted a hand on the wet wall to keep from falling. How had she come clear around the room so quickly? Why hadn’t he been aware that she was reaching up to paint the top of the wall, only a few feet away? Had he spun in such a wide circle that he’d bumped the ladder—or had Deborah stretched too far on the wobbly old thing and lost her balance?

“I’m okay. I—I was stretched way out and wasn’t expecting Noah to move,” she replied in a breathy voice. She descended the ladder on shaky legs. “Oh dear, I’ve splattered paint everywhere and made a mess of the floor.”

“If you’re not hurt, there’s no harm done. Latex wipes up with water,” Amos assured her as he shot a questioning glance at Noah.

When Noah saw how the beige paint had saturated Deborah’s kerchief and was about to dribble onto her face, he grabbed his rag. He quickly pressed it against her head to catch the paint—and then realized he was standing close enough to feel her trembling. She was breathing shallowly, her eyes wide and her lips parted as she struggled to recover from her mishap.

Noah almost kissed her—almost hugged Deborah to comfort her—but he caught himself. Such gestures belonged to bygone days when Deborah had loved him as much as he’d adored her. The handprint on her neck was fading from purple to greenish-yellow, yet another reminder of why he shouldn’t succumb to her. He thrust the paint-soaked rag into her hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled as he headed for the door.

Once he was outside in the shade, Noah sucked in air. Now he was shaken, rattled by Deborah’s distress. Her expression had suggested that he’d made her lose her balance, yet he’d truly been unaware that her ladder had been so close behind him. Voices drifted out the cabin’s open windows.

“You’d better wash your hair before that paint dries,” Amos suggested gently.

“Jah, and I’ve made a mess of Phoebe’s dress, too,” Deborah replied. Then she chuckled. “Truth be told, I think Noah was more startled than I was. I’ll be back after I get cleaned up.”

Noah strode to the shed to fetch a can of the white enamel they were using for the cabins’ windowsills and trim. Deborah sounded a lot calmer than he felt. She’d apparently regained her sense of perspective, too—no finger-pointing, and no tears as she set herself to rights again.

You, on the other hand, are skittering away like a whipped pup, Noah thought.



Let me start out by saying this was my first read by Charlotte Hubbard & definitely not my last.  i really enjoy reading Amish book, since  Amish are all around me in the community I live in in Ohio. Promise Lodge was a romance but was also about forgiveness & boy did Deborah have a lot of people to ask for forgiveness, most of Noah all who she was engaged to before breaking it off. After a devastating circumstances & misunderstanding makes Deborah leave her home in Coldstream, she goes to the only place she can think of Promise Lodge to Noah & his family. When she gets to Promise Lodge, a colony Amish & Mennoites that Noah's mother Mattie & her two sisters Christine & Rosetta along with their preacher friend Amos are looking to start after leaving their church community in Coldstream due to how the Bishop & Elders where running it, she has to earn Noah's forgiveness & trust. Deborah struggles to earn his forgiveness but with a little nudge from Amos & the sisters reminding Noah about God will maybe eventually she will.  This was such a clean, heartwarming romance I truly enjoyed this read, & can't wait to go back to Promise Lodge to see who is next to find love maybe it will be Rosetta & Truman or Mattie & Amos or maybe someone else.  Charlotte Hubbard has earned a new fan!! Thanks you to Goddess Fish for giving me this opportunity to read & review Promise Lodge!!


Promise Lodge, Book 1
Zebra (February 26, 2016)
ISBN-13: 9781420139419 •• ISBN-10: 142013941X

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Many moons ago—like, in 1983 while she was still a school librarian—Charlotte Hubbard sold her first story to True Story. This launched her into writing around seventy of those “true confessions” stories over the years, and she’s been a slave to her overactive imagination ever since. Over the course of her writing career, she has sold nearly 50 books—most recently, Amish romance series she’s written as Charlotte Hubbard or Naomi King.

Charlotte lived in Missouri for most of her life, so her Amish stories are set in imaginary Missouri towns. These days she lives in St. Paul, MN with her husband of 40 years and their Border collie, Ramona.


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Virtual Book Tour w/Giveaway: Luck of the Irish by Liz Gavin

Luck of the Irish
by Liz Gavin
GENRE: Contemporary Paranormal Romance

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Keira Ashe’s parents are great but her mother has overprotected her for years. Now, this twenty-two-year-old Bostonian has graduated from college and can go on a trip she has been planning for years. She fears her shyness may get in the way of her enjoying what could be a life-altering adventure. However, Keira feels her luck is about to change when she meets gorgeous bartender Declan Slane.

Declan Slane is twenty-six and works at a hotel bar in Dublin. He hasn’t been very lucky in his love life so far. Also, he has got a troubled past he has chosen not to revisit in order to keep his sanity. Because he isn’t looking for a girlfriend, Declan isn’t very pleased to meet a certain breathtaking American who walks into his bar one afternoon.

Get a taste of adventure and heartache as Keira spreads her wings and matures while she gets to know her great-grandparents’ home country – Ireland. Hold your breath when she faces tough decisions and dangers. Root for Keira while she weighs up the consequences of making love for the first time. Bite your nails when she comes across unforeseen threats.

Liz Gavin’s second full-length novel is hard to put down just as it is hard to pinpoint its genre. She has woven an intricate web around her characters that will leave readers breathless. In the sizzling concoction, this talented new author poured heart-warming romance, heart-stopping suspense, and a dash of heart-searching paranormal. Take your pick. Regardless of the literary genre you might favor, Liz Gavin’s writing will take you to a whole different side of it.




When Declan opened his eyes again, he didn’t know how much time had passed. The house was deadly quiet. O’Hallon was nowhere to be seen. Sluggish, Declan crawled forward and sat up beside Keira. He could barely breathe, due to the effort to move and the loss of blood, but he pulled her lifeless body onto his lap and held her close. He hugged her tight against his chest. He buried his face in her hair, which was covered in blood, and cried like he hadn’t cried since he was a little boy. He felt like he was six again.

“Please, please, don’t leave me, Keira.”

His sobs filled the air. He balled his hands into fists, frustrated because Keira didn’t respond. He couldn’t face the evidence that she wasn’t able to answer him.

“This is my fault, too. He wouldn’t have killed you, if I had let you go with him.”

He sat there, rocking back and forth for a long time, hanging on to her as if he could bring her back by sheer power of will. The thought that she was gone forever caused such burning pain in his chest, much stronger than the one from the bullet. He couldn’t breathe.

“Please, don’t go. I can’t bear it if you leave me, too.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.
Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.

Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on – from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.

As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.

Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of theparanormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you’ll get the picture.


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