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WHERE THE RIVER SPLITS by JEFFREY PENN PAY (suspense/thriller/emtional drama)

THE REVOLVING BOOK

POSTED FRIDAY OCT. 28th, 2011

OUR REVOLVING BOOK FRIDAY EDITION IS BY JEFFREY PENN MAY

TITLE: WHERE THE RIVER SPLITS

GENRE:  SUSPENSE THRILLER/DRAMA/ROMANTIC ELEMENTS

PUBLISHER: Libros International

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:

AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/68tfs3z

BARNES AND NOBLE: http://tinyurl.com/5wcxeue

SMASHWORDS: http://tinyurl.com/683g5ne

BETTER WORLD BOOKS: http://tinyurl.com/67owyv6

POWELLS BOOKS: http://tinyurl.com/5teqvke

LEFT BANK BOOKS  (St. Louis) http://tinyurl.com/6h45l7f

MAIN STREET BOOKS: (St. Charles): http://tinyurl.com/6x5c7xd

SUBTERRANEAN BOOKS (St. Louis): http://tinyurl.com/6fae9lw

SYNOPSIS:

David and Susan go on a canoe trip in the Canadian wilderness as a last ditch effort to save their troubled marriage. But when their canoe capsizes – leaving the couple stranded on opposite sides of the river – they each believe that the other is dead.  David soon discovers that his wife has survived, and satisfied that she is okay, decides not to reveal himself to her and instead takes this as a chance to start over so he begins a new life in the Wyoming mountains. Meanwhile Susan returns to St. Louis to cope with the loss of her husband.  But can anyone really start over?

REVIEWS:

“The journey to the end of the novel is never boring. The scenes set in rural Wyoming feature the geography as much as the characters. Locales in Canada and Mexico also figure into the plot… keeps coming back to St. Louis, which should add to its appeal.”– Steve Weinberg, St. Louis Post-Dispatch

“As an experienced broadcast producer, I think this book would make an excellent movie script!”– Dan Dillion, KMOV

“A solidly written and well-structured thriller. That’s no small achievement”– John Dalton, Heaven Lake: A Novel Winner of the Barnes & Noble Discover Award

“Carries you effortlessly to the climax”– Robin Theiss, past president of the St. Louis Writers Guild and STLBooks owner.

“Through alternating points of view, the reader follows David and Susan as they face grief, surprise, betrayal and tough choices, culminating in a satisfying ending” – Denise Pattiz Bogard, St. Louis Writers Workshop

READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/68tfs3z

AUTHOR BIO:

Jeffrey Penn May has won several short fiction awards. His story “The Wells Creek Route” received a Pushcart Prize nomination, and his novel Where the River Splits, an excellent review in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. Merging his outdoor interests with his writing, Jeff has published mountain climbing articles, short stories and poems. He has also written education articles and technical writing guides. His work has appeared in the US, UK, and Canada. He wrote and performed a short story for Washington University Radio and was a consultant to a St. Louis theatre company.

After earning his a B.A. in English and Psychology, a Masters in Secondary Education, and a Writer’s Certificate from the University of Missouri, Jeff worked as a waiter, hotel security officer, credit manager, deck hand, technical data engineer, creative writing instructor, and English teacher. He was the principal of a small alternative school where he organized a fund-raising, climbing expedition and appeared in television and radio spotlights.

Born at Fort Ord near Monterey, California, and raised in St. Louis, Jeff comes from a family of all boys and has always been compelled to explore the outdoors, leading to many questionable “vacations.” His adventures include, but are not limited to the following: floated a home-built wood and barrel raft from St. Louis to Memphis, navigated a John boat to New Orleans, drove an old Volkswagen alone 8000 miles around the west, spent a month in a dirt floor shack in west-central Mexico digging for Pre-Colombian artifacts, climbed mountains from Alaska to South America, and spent several days in the Amazon jungle. Jeff teaches writing and fly-fishing and so far, he has survived more than twenty years of marriage and two teenagers.

CONNECT WITH JEFFREY ONLINE:

Facebook
http://www.facebook.com/#!/JeffreyPennMay

Twitter
http://twitter.com/#!/AskWriteFish

Author site – AskWriteFish.com
http://66.147.244.209/~askwrite/

SNEAK TEASE:

They splashed through the water. She jumped in, the canoe tilting. He pushed off, slid in carefully, and they glided smoothly on the black water. They paddled away from the acrid-smelling blaze, into the cold air on the river. Their campsite receded quickly behind them, consumed by flames lapping along the bank, even the water “burning,” reflecting yellow-red. The river curved back near the fire and a tree fell just behind them, spitting steam, the heat choking them. Susan coughed. He tied a bandanna over his mouth and nose. Their clothes, drenched with perspiration, stuck to their skin. Orange embers floated, borne by the wind, and followed them, as the current pulled them through the bend and down river away from the sooty pall into open, cool air.

Moonlit mist lingered over dead pools, casting a ghostly aura over the river. As they glided swiftly toward huge boulders rising out of the mist, David heard the roaring of white water. He looked to the bow, Susan hunched over, gripping her paddle. As the river lifted them into the luminous white rapids, he shouted, “Left side. Left! Now right.” He tried looking ahead but couldn’t see. They rammed into a boulder, spun around, and shot backwards into a chute, David paddling furiously, guiding them through stern-first. She screamed, hands clutching the canoe and her paddle pressed uselessly across her legs. Working hard, he turned them around, maneuvering in preparation for the next rapids. He knelt on the seat but could only see his wife’s back.

“God damn it,” he yelled over the water crashing into rock. “Don’t just sit there.” At least make a suggestion, he thought as his mind raced, which way?

“And do what?” she yelled.

“I don’t care. Paddle!”

The current gripped them and pulled them past a boulder; the canoe turned sideways, the aluminum frame scraping against rock. Susan screamed, “Watch out!” She paddled frantically. They slammed into rock and tilted, the current pounding against the canoe, foam surging to its rim and held there for a moment before dark water poured in. The canoe went under, sucked down by the current, and they were in the river.

Trying to keep his head above water and his feet pointing downstream, he went under, hit something and came up choking and spitting, bobbing. Cold currents dragged him under again and again, as if something were grabbing at his ankles. No, he thought, no, and each time he clawed his way back to the surface, gasping.

Finally, the rapids fanned out into the smooth surface of a large pool and he floated easily in the swirling water. “Susan!” he called but heard nothing in return. Her name echoed in his head, Susan, and he felt sick, his stomach knotting. I need to find her, he thought, twisting his head around, looking for her in the slow, swirling current. Was she on shore, he thought, why doesn’t she answer? The water felt smooth, almost caressing, and for a moment, he imagined that he and his wife were playing, swimming together. All he had to do was find her and touch her in the cleansing water, then everything would be okay. But his teeth started chattering, and he was miserably cold, aching to the bone. Move, he thought, must move now. He swam, not sure which way he was going, knowing only that he had to get out of the river. He swam into black shadows from the forest, then stumbled onto the wooded bank.

David’s head throbbed as he touched the bridge of his nose, the skin loose around a jagged gash, the blood sticky. He used his right hand to steady himself against a tree, but when he applied pressure, his wrist buckled, pain shooting to his fingertips. Holding the hand up close to his face, he could see two fingers protruding unnaturally, pale and crooked in the moonlight. “Damn,” he muttered, then tried to reassure himself, okay, it’s not that bad. Not bad. Could be worse. His clothes smelled like wet charcoal. He tasted blood. But the hot wind was gone, and no animals were scurrying for their lives.

“Susan,” he yelled and scanned the white water above the pool. Nothing. No sign of the canoe. While pushing through the underbrush, branches scraped his arms, and he was unable to see much but the turbulent white of the rapids. He climbed onto a boulder, then onto another, and leaned precariously over the river, searching the far shore. She must have swum to the other side, he thought, not drowned. No, that couldn’t be. She had to be okay. A noise floating above the roar of the rapids could have been his wife screaming for help, couldn’t it? He listened intently. Was it her?

David slid off the boulder and banged his shin on a fallen tree, then lurched forward into sharp branches, slicing skin from his palms. He caught his leg between the branches and fell. Lying flat, his face against the rain soaked pine needles, he fought for breath. Easing his foot free, he crawled out from the jumble of dead limbs. With the white water raging and reverberating around him, he stumbled along the shore, falling into the water again, hands sinking into the bottom, the foul stench of rotting trees bubbling to the surface.

Struggling to his feet, he waded into the moonlit pool. Standing knee-deep in the swirling water, he called, “Susan!”

A small object rolled to the surface. As he moved in deeper, up to his chest, his heart pounded with his love for Susan and the fear she might be gone, the water pressing against him, cold and constricting. He struggled to breathe and the current, even in this pool, pulled hard, again nearly taking him under. He lunged, falling and going under but catching the object before it was swept into the next set of rapids. Frantically splashing back toward the shore, he stood, knowing what it was by the feel of the laces and the sole — one of Susan’s tennis shoes. Looking down river, he thought, the current almost killed me, what chance did she have? Overwhelmed by the gruesome possibilities, he stumbled back, sitting in the shallow water near the shore. He fought to keep back tears, remembering how he had helped her when they crossed streams, her hand in his. He focused on the opposite shore, listening to the rapids blend into the swishing of tall pines in the wind. The moon cast shadows in the forest and the shadows moved like ghouls. Rocks lined the shore — small, round faces sneering at him. Maybe something was lurking in the dark woods.

David looked down at the moonlit water reflecting white and swirling around his legs, then at the looming boulders pounded by the torrent, and he felt light-headed, like he was floating above the forest, unbound from earthly emotion. Suddenly, he shuddered, teeth chattering, and he tried to gain control. The small shoe fell from his hand and he watched it bob in the turbulent water, the current suddenly taking it swiftly toward the rapids, and the boulders.

“No!” he yelled. “Susan,” he called again, but again no response. “Susan.”

He imagined his wife underwater, frantically swimming to the surface. Maybe she made it to the other side, but hit her head on something. That’s why she didn’t respond to his calls. Or maybe, she just couldn’t hear him above the noise of the rapids. Lightning flashed overhead, followed by a crack and rumble, then a hard, cold gust, chilling him. He looked to the far shore one last time, the pointed outline of treetops against the dark sky lit by lightning. Was that her? If Susan were alive, he thought, she must be on the other side. He turned into the forest, thrashing his way through the thick woods, determined to find a way across the river.

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UNLEASHED by SARA HUMPHREYS (paranormal romance)

THE REVOLVING BOOK.
POSTED TUESDAY OCT. 25TH, 2011

OUR REVOLVING BOOK TUESDAY EDITION IS BY SARA HUMPHREYS

TITLE: UNLEASHED (#1 AMOVEO LEGEND)

GENRE: Paranormal Romance

RELEASE DATE: OCT. 2011

PUBLISHER: SOURCEBOOKS CASABLANCA  http://tinyurl.com/3c3pyzh

BUY LINKS:

BARNES AND NOBLE:
http://tinyurl.com/3dluo7d

AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/3psd9yx

SYNOPSIS:

What if you suddenly discovered your own powers were beyond anything you’d ever imagined…

Samantha Logan’s childhood home had always been a haven, but everything changed while she was away. She has a gorgeous new neighbor, Malcolm, who introduces her to the amazing world of the dream-walking, shapeshifting Amoveo clans…but what leaves her reeling with disbelief is when he tells her she’s one of them…

And shock turns to terror as Samantha falls prey to the deadly enemy determined to destroy the Amoveo, and the only chance she has to come into her true powers is to trust in Malcolm to show her the way…

Get swept away into Sara Humphreys’s glorious world and breathtaking love story…

REVIEWS:

“UNLEASHED is the debut novel for Sara Humphrey’s and the first in the Amoveo Legend and may I say AWESOME!!!! I could not put it down.”
5 Stars–Romfan Reviews

“I loved this book…To the author, all I can say is keep them coming!! This is a paranormal top pick and I’m looking forward to many more in this series.”
5 Stars & Reviewer Top Pick–Night Owl Reviews

“The characters within this story will be running through my mind indefinitely. Unleashed is the type of story you think about months and even years later and decide you must read it again.”
Best Book Rating–Long and Short Reviews

“A stunning new shifter series will thrill paranormal fans who love the genre.”
4 Stars–Bookaholics


READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/3jw3c73

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER : http://youtu.be/cvo-Z9AGE3o

AUTHOR BIO:

What if everything you knew about yourself turned out to be a lie? What if the soulmate you were waiting for came from a completely unexpected world—and was threatened by your own world?

One day several years ago, sitting in the kitchen of her family’s summer home in Westerly, Rhode Island, Sara Humphreys began writing this tale. It was the beginning of the Amoveo Legend.

Since her adolescence, Sara has been drawn to the fantasies of science fiction, paranormal universes and romance (these worlds collided with her crush on Captain Kirk). From that time she has been enthralled with the process of self -discovery—and the possibility of actually finding that one true partner in life.

Sara secured work on such shows as A&E Biography, Guiding Light, Another World, As the World Turns and Rescue Me. She then became a drama teacher at her alma mater, Convent of the Sacred Heart, and quickly launched her own kids’ after-school theatre workshop studio called Ensemble Productions. The first semester drew over 40 students, and by the third there were 130. Her passions were being satisfied in way a she never dreamed, all while pregnant with her second child. However, when her 2-year-old son was diagnosed with diabetes Sara quickly decided to shut down the business and pay full attention to his needs.

Several years later Sara gave birth to twins—the house was full to the brim. In 2001, to support family finances, she found a speaker position with Monster’s Making It Count and used her acting talents to deliver presentations in high schools across the U.S. Recognized for her teaching abilities, she also fulfilled the role as speaker trainer until 2008. Simultaneously, Sara began speaking for The College of Westchester and now serves as Director of High School & Community Relations.

Today, at night, when the kids are asleep and the house lies quiet, Sara does what most moms dream of—she’s “bringing her sexy back” with the Amoveo Legend series. Each book blossoms with the journey of a new coupling, and the characters seem to take control of the story as they weave in and out of society—in a constant state of self-discovery in the search for true love.

Sara lives in New York with her husband of 17 years, their four amazing boys, two dogs, and an extremely loud bird. Life is always busy, but never dull.

CONNECT WITH SARA ONLINE:

http://www.sarahumphreys.com/index.php
http://amoveoromanceseries.blogspot.com/
http://www.facebook.com/Amoveo
http://twitter.com/#!/authorsara

UPCOMING CONTEST INFO:

Check out my blog for the October Blog Tour schedule. There are giveaways at every stop! Hope you’ll stop by my Fall Book Tour schedule too. I may be coming to a city near you!  http://amoveoromanceseries.blogspot.com/

SNEAK PEAK:

“Samantha,” he whispered in his dark silky voice. Sam’s skin tingled deliciously with just one word from him. A smile played at her lips as she waited for him to call her again. Her silent prayer was answered as he murmured her name. “Samantha.” That same delightful rush washed over her like the warm waves that rippled by her feet. She stretched languidly on the sandy beach, and her eyes fluttered open. She was home.

She sat up and glanced at the familiar seashore of her childhood home. Sam knew it was only a dream. It had become a familiar one. The ocean glowed with unnatural shades of blue as if it was lit from beneath. The sky swirled with clouds of lilac and lavender. She stood up and relished the way the soft, pebble-free sand felt on her bare feet. A gentle breeze blew Sam’s golden hair off her naked shoulders, and her long white nightgown fluttered lightly over her legs.

She closed her eyes and breathed in the salty air. He was near. She could feel it. Her blood hummed, and the air around her thickened. She’d come so close to seeing him many times, but she always woke up just before she found him.

Not this time.

This time she would stay on the beach and call him to her. It was her dream after all, and she was getting tired of coming up empty-handed. Eyes closed, she tilted her face to the watercolor sky and waited. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears in perfect time with the pounding waves.

“Samantha,” he whispered into her ear. She stilled, and her mouth went dry. He was standing right behind her. How the hell did he get there?

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GASTIEN PART 1: THE COST OF THE DREAM by CADDY ROWLAND (historical/romance)

POSTED FRIDAY OCT. 21st, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK FRIDAY EDITION IS BY CADDY ROWLAND

TITLE:  GASTIEN PART 1: THE COST OF THE DREAM

GENRE: HISTORICAL ROMANCE

PUBLISHER: CREATE SPACE

RELEASED: SEPT. 2011

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:

PAPERBACK/PRINT: CREATE SPACE http://tinyurl.com/3luddg7
AMAZON KINDLE:  http://tinyurl.com/3ecu8ku
BARNES AND NOBLE NOOK: http://tinyurl.com/3ue4a7h

SYNOPSIS:

In this both dark and hopeful first book, young Gastien Beauchamp begins his journey to Paris with two goals in life.  The first is to become an artist with his own studio, following his own rules. That is an almost impossible dream for a peasant.  Gastien has no money, no formal training, and is a naïve eighteen year old fresh off the farm. Paris spits out talented men into the gutters every day. “Good” gets you nowhere. “Great” maybe gets you a bowl of soup.

The second is to become the greatest lover in France. That should be easy. With his stunning looks, and his willingness to learn, the women of Paris are about to be awakened in a way they have only dreamt about in the 19th century!

Gastien swears that he has no interest in love.  Love would only take away his dreams.  But he is innocent and does not realize that sex without love can be quite empty.  Before he can learn that, he must face obstacles and heartaches that will threaten to destroy his very soul.

Insatiable, burning passion. Focus and drive. Raw, natural talent. Armed with those, Gastien is determined to succeed at any cost.  Poor Gastien. If he could only know in advance what struggles lay before him, he might think twice about leaving home. However, he is young and full of hope. The dreams burn relentlessly inside of him, not allowing him a moments rest. And so the journey begins…

REVIEWS:

ON NOOK: http://tinyurl.com/3ue4a7h

“Wonderful, compelling read!  Challenges your own thoughts, dreams and soul!  Cannot wait for Part 2!  Thought I would miss Gastien but cannot seem to get him out of my head.”  -acelles (NOOK link above)

“I fell in love with Gastien. His story is going to captivate you.”  -Anonymous (NOOK link above)

“…catches your mind and races away with it. Drawing you further and further into Gastiens world and holding you there for hours upon hours.
When you can break away, it stays in your thoughts, until you rush back, and once again you are drawn into the world of Gastien.”
-Dayton F. Larson (Kindle link above)

” Unfamiliar with this author and not ordinarily a reader of this genre when a friend of mine loaned me this book I admit I had fairly low expectations. So after half expecting to read a bit and then get bored, instead I found myself completely drawn in to the story…The book has a contemporary feel to it in the dialogue and sexuality, but there is enough of 19th century France in there to keep you grounded in place and time. The book has some fairly graphic intense moments but they contribute to the story rather than detract from it. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting to pick up a story to get lost in for a couple of days.” -W. Parker (Kindle link above)

“What do you do with artistic talent and a heart bursting with the need to express it?…Developing your art and learning the difference between love and sex makes for a powerful story. The sex is graphic, but flows with the story. You’ll be looking for more!!!
-K. Druart (Kindle link above)

READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/6467c8s

AUTHOR BIO:  
Caddy Rowland grew up in the Midwest with a stack of books that almost reached the ceiling before she was five. Books, along with her vivid imagination, have always been her closest friends.

She lives in Minnesota with her husband, who was her high school sweetheart. They are owned by two parrots. Yes, they can talk, and yes, they can bite! Melanie, the African Grey has such an extensive vocabulary that Caddy sometimes thinks Melly is preparing to become an author.

After over 20 twenty years in advertising sales, Caddy decided to pursue her childhood dream of becoming an author in 2011. There are four books planned for the Gastien series, and many other books in her head. Now, if only she can learn to type 2000 words a minute…

Her goal as an author is to make readers laugh, cry, think, and become intimately connected with her main characters. To her, a good main character stays in the mind long after the story has been read. They should become as real in the mind as the person next door.

CONNECT WITH CADDY ONLINE:

BLOG: http://caddyrowlandblog.blogspot.com (Writer of Fiction, Painter of Life & Energy)

FACEBOOK: Gastien fanpage: http://www.facebook.com/Gastien.Beauchamp

Twitter: @Caddyorpims

SNEAK TEASE:

Bonsoir yourself! You are quite bold sitting down without being invited! How do you know I am not meeting someone? How do you know if you are wanted?” she challenged softly, refusing to be the first to look away.

He smiled lazily and sat back. “Bold? I was bought and paid for last night when you sent me five bottles of champagne. I am definitely wanted. And, oui, you were waiting for someone. That person is now here, non?”

She nodded slightly, dropping her eyes. “Oui. He is here.”

“What is your name then?” he asked.

“Nathalie. Or Nath.”

“Well, Nathalie, I am puzzled. Tell me, do you prefer to play games? I can do that, but I prefer being open about what I am interested in. I thought last night you made your interest clear. Do we have to go through charades now?” The waiter appeared and Gastien ordered a glass of vin.

Nathalie raised her eyebrows as the waiter walked away. “Usually a gentleman buys the lady a drink.”

“You are right. They do on a date. We are not on a date. You are also assuming that I am a gentleman.”

She gave a small laugh. “My mistake.”

“I am just saying, please don’t assume things about me until you know me better. I am always open about things. However, I don’t like it when people assume they know me before they actually do.”

“Fair enough.”

“Also, anyone who can afford five bottles of champagne for a stranger can afford to buy her own drinks.”

“So, you expect me to buy the drinks?”

Non. Not mine. I am simply making my intentions clear. I am not interested in courtship, Nathalie. I don’t think you are, either.” She looked surprised. He was not as green as she expected, but every bit as delicious looking as she remembered. Perhaps they would make good bed partners more than one time. He was a challenge.

“So tell me, what are those intentions, and what is your name?” she asked.

“My name is Gastien. My intention is to come home with you so that we can enjoy ourselves in your bed.” He sipped his vin. “That is, after I have a meal. I need to satisfy that hunger first.”

“And if I have decided I am not interested?” she shot back.

“Then I want to say merci for the champagne last night, and I will move on. But, come on, Nath. Are we still playing games?”

She looked into his huge brown eyes. Those eyes were dangerous, there were too many emotions reflected in them. She would have to very careful about not losing her head over this one. But she could be careful, she told herself. She wanted to taste that mouth.  Even more, she wanted to find out what he felt like inside of her.

Gastien smiled, this time sweetly. “You are more than interested. You are already deciding what you want to do with me the first time tonight.”

“The first time? You plan on multiple times tonight?” This man was too full of himself!

Gastien nodded. He looked at her openly. “Oui. I told you I like to be honest. Here is the situation: I have not been with a woman for almost four months. Therefore, it is almost a guarantee that I won’t last long the first time. That is just the way males are. I am sorry. But, if you will let me just make myself happy that first time, I promise to make it up to you. Several times, if you wish.” He opened the menu and started to read it.

She grabbed his menu, pulling it down. “Several times tonight?”

He stared at her unblinking. “Oui. I am eighteen, Nath. I can go all night.”

“Four months without sex? With the appetite you seem to have for it? What, you weren’t in prison or something, were you?”

Gastien threw back his head and laughed. “Non, not in prison. I did nothing illegal. I am an artist, Nath. I was homeless for awhile. No one found me very appealing then.”

She thought that over for a few minutes. This man had lived on the streets during the winter. Somehow he had not only survived, he was sitting in a restaurant, in new clothes, sipping a glass of vin. Obviously, he was not without a quick mind and good instincts to go with those looks. Definitely not a one night fling like she had imagined. This man would be worth establishing a relationship with, one that benefited both of them sexually. This time she smiled even bigger, as she asked, “Several times?”

Gastien sighed. “Oui, Nath. As I said, several times. As many as you can take.”

“And if I am the one to wear you out?” she challenged again.

This time it was Gastien to raise a brow. “Seriously? Is the lady throwing down the gauntlet?”

She smiled. “I think, Gastien, that you and I are going to make each other very happy. Very happy indeed.”

Throughout the night, Gastien was her student. She started with kissing, teaching him that devouring a mouth was good in some cases, but sometimes, you needed to let a kiss start as a whisper and build steam. She taught him that kisses can happen in other places besides a mouth and a conne.

Nath showed him parts of the body that responded to touches and rubs. She taught him how to use his tongue on nipples, on ears, on the back. She taught him how to suck and bite on toes to make a woman crazy, how to run a tongue along an instep, biting the arch.

When he got to the Polidor, about six of the ten men from last night were there. So was she, at her table. The guys called him over to their table. He waved at them, but walked over to the woman’s table. Mon Dieu, she was arresting looking! Whoever wore their hair like that? He liked that she dared to do something with her hair no other woman did. He bet it would soon be in style for the masses. She looked up as he casually sat down at her table across from her. He met her eyes, gave a small indication of a smile and said “Bonsoir.”

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SHADOW DREAMS by TERI BARNETT (paranormal/romance)

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THE REVOLVING BOOK

POSTED TUESDAY OCT. 18th, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK TUESDAY EDITION IS BY TERI BARNETT

TITLE: SHADOW DREAMS

GENRE: PARANORMAL/ROMANCE

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WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:

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REVIEWS:

SHADOW DREAMS  is a unique take on the paranormal. Ancient legends, different worlds, complex characters, and a splash of romance set the scene in this riveting and page-turning suspense. Fantasy and paranormal lovers alike will enjoy this fresh and engaging read.

*Courtesy of Romance Junkies

SYNOPSIS:

Nestled in the plane of Paran, a peaceful town is shocked when some of their children go missing. The disappearances are portents to the re-emergence of the ancient priestess cult of Eitel, one known for stealing souls to gain immortality.    Bethany M’Doro is a Healer and a Knower, assisting diggers on an archeological site by connecting artifacts and their owners.  But even with her psychic abilities, she never envisioned the kidnapping of her own daughter, Sarah.    Connor Jessup never forgave himself for letting his wife Elizabeth leave him so easily.  He turned his back on his Nevada town, and on himself.    When Bethany’s latest excavation places the remains of Elizabeth at the center of the cult of Eitel, she knows she must travel to the Earth plane and seek Connor’s help.  Arriving in shadow form, she first meets Connor in his dreams.  He believes she’s an angel and gladly goes with her back to Paran.  Once there, he comes to understand Bethany’s true nature, and finds himself drawn into the search for her missing daughter and the connection to his wife.    Now they must unravel the dark secrets behind the ancient cult and find Sarah before she’s lost forever.  As their quest unfolds, they discover an even deeper unexpected journey – one filled with sorrow, loss, and redemption.

READ AN EXCERPT:

AMAZON:  http://tinyurl.com/6l4guoa
SINFUL MOMENTS PRESS/LACHESIS: http://tinyurl.com/3mrc3cx

AUTHOR BIO:

Teri Barnett is a writer, artist, and designer currently living in Indiana. She grew up reading the romance authors of the 70s, always vowing that one day she would write such books. In the early 90s Teri started with a traditional historical romance, but has since gravitated to the paranormal side of the genre mixing history and metaphysics. She’s currently working on her fifth novel.

CONNECT WITH TERI ONLINE:

WEB SITE: http://www.teribarnett.com/writing.html
FACEBOOK: http://tinyurl.com/69vhgww

SNEAK PEEK:

As the moon reached its apex in the night sky, Bethany emerged from her resting place in the hollow of a tree and began her journey north. Not wanting to draw undue attention from anyone who might be nearby, she paused for a moment and bound her golden tresses tightly to her head lest they attract the moon’s glow. She reached into her pouch and extracted a long wooden pin, fastening the knot in place.

A breeze went past her and the small hollow bones in her earrings whistled. It was a low, primeval moan, carrying the song of the soul. She shivered and hugged her arms tightly about her as she walked, pulling her shawl close. Winter will soon be here, she thought. I must find Sarah before the ice storms start. Once the ice came, everyone would be house bound, not daring to venture into the dangerous shards that fell from the sky.

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GETTY LUCKY by KAYLA PERRIN (erotica/contemporary)

THE REVOLVING BOOK

POSTED FRIDAY OCT. 14th, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK FRIDAY EDITION IS BY KAYLA PERRIN

TITLE:  GETTING LUCKY

GENRE: EROTICA

PUBLISHER: HARLEQUIN SPICE

RELEASED: SEPT. 2011

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:

AMAZON PRINT: http://tinyurl.com/3za5ngc
AMAZON KINDLE: http://tinyurl.com/3mm2f5z
HARLEQUIN: http://tinyurl.com/3au9z6b
BARNES AND NOBLE (PAPERBACK AND NOOK BOOK) http://tinyurl.com/3qed62n

SYNOPSIS:
In just four months, lucky-in-love Annelise is going to become a mother. But before she hits the delivery room, she’s got one last piece of business to take care of—hooking up her single girlfriends with a pair of sexy brothers on a special weeklong getaway.

Lishelle and Claudia are more than ready for some no-strings-attached flings.  And soon, Lishelle and gorgeous, insatiable Jared are setting the sheets on fire. Even back in Atlanta, the sex is amazing. So why is she still so bothered that her ex-boyfriend—the one she dumped—is getting married?

Meanwhile, Claudia can’t get enough of Chad’s expert toe-curling, scream-inducing moves. But introduce him to her high-society friends? Puh-lease. Sure, he’s funny, smart, and devoted—but without movie-star looks or a matching bank balance, he’s hardly Claudia’s ideal man. If that makes her a bitch, fine. She has an image to maintain.

But when tragedy strikes, it soon becomes apparent to the friends that they need to rethink what’s truly important in life. Because while a hard man is good to find, it takes more than luck to keep him!

READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/6daqce6

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9MF0FVCXL8

REVIEWS:

A review for GETTING EVEN:
“This story of exquisitely plotted revenge will have every woman who has ever been ‘done wrong’ quietly cheering… This is sexy erotica.” –Library Journal

A review for GETTING SOME:
“As these erotic Hot-lantans seek their groove, fans will appreciate getting more escapades from this likable group.” –The Best Reviews

Getting Even is one wild ride! Kayla Perrin is an author who belongs on your must read list.”
Romance Reader at Heart

“[A] writer that everyone should read.”–Eric Jerome Dickey

“Kayla Perrin has proven she can write a sensual love story…while keeping the edginess of the story upfront.”-Multicultural Romance Writers

“Perrin peppers the swiftly moving plot with a delicious girl-done-wrong-but-keeps-her-spirit-intact message. Perrin’s growing fan base is sure to welcome any sequel.”–Publishers Weekly on Single Mama Drama

“Perrin is an author who belongs on your must-read list”.–Romance Reader at Heart

“Kayla Perrin delivers a real life drama worth the read.”–The Romance Reader’s Connection on Single Mama’s Got More Drama

AUTHOR BIO:

Kayla Perrin is a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author who has written more than 40 books.

She resides in southwestern Ontario with her young daughter. She has a bachelor of arts in English and sociology and a bachelor of education, having entertained the idea of becoming a teacher—but she always knew she wanted to be a writer.

Teachers were being laid off in Toronto when Kayla graduated with her B. Ed. Frustrated, she used her time to pursue her lifelong dream of becoming a published author and proved that dreams can come true! Indeed, not landing a teaching job was a blessing in disguise. In eight years, she has had twenty-three original releases hit the shelves with three more scheduled for 2006.

Kayla’s novels have received plenty of accolades and awards. She has twice had books voted onto Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year list, nabbing the number two spot for her 2002 release, Say You Need Me. She has also been the recipient of a Career Achievement Award from Romantic Times Magazine for multicultural romance (2002). In 2001, she received an Arts Acclaim Award for her writing from the city of Brampton.  Kayla’s novel, Sweet Honesty, also voted an RWA Top Ten Favorite Book of the year, was optioned to be made into a movie of the week by Black Entertainment Television.

In 2005, her novel Gimme an O! received rave reviews from Publishers Weekly, The Globe and Mail, and even Entertainment Weekly magazine. Getting Even (Kayla’s first erotica novel) launched Harlequin’s SPICE line in May 2006.

CONNECT WITH KAYLA ONLINE:

WEB SITE: http://www.kaylaperrin.com
FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/people/Kayla-Perrin/900960506
TWITTER: http://twitter.com/#!/kaylaperrin   (@kaylaperrin)

SNEAK TEASE:
In four months, I am going to become a mother.

“You felt the baby move?” Claudia asks, her eyes lighting up.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Claudia squeals in delight then places her hand gently on my ever-growing stomach, as if hoping to catch the baby in action. “I can’t believe it. Before we know it, you’re going to have a baby.”

“I know. Amazing how things can change in a year.”

Last year, I was in the dumps when my marriage ended. My husband, Charles, was having an affair. But worse than that, I found out he was embezzling money from the Wishes Come True charity, where he’d been a member of the board. Dom was an auditor investigating the embezzlement and, long story short, we fell hard for each other. One minute, my life had been at its lowest point being married to a man who didn’t love me, and who had become the subject of a huge public scandal. The next, I was on cloud nine, never imagining that I could be this happy.

The happiness of the moment dissipates as my eyes land on the newspaper Claudia has spread on the table. “You think she knows?” I ask.

Claudia shrugs. “Maybe. Probably. She works in the news. She must have heard something at the station.”

“Then again, maybe not,” I say. “It’s not like she does the entertainment beat. And she doesn’t work weekends. So…” I let my statement trail off as I take a seat across from Claudia, figuring my words are wishful thinking at best.

I look at the picture in the Atlanta Journal Constitution she’s been reading, upside-down from my vantage point. But I can still make out the photo and the headline: One of Atlanta’s Most Eligible Bachelors Is Off the Market.

“Then again,” Claudia begins, “even if she’s heard, it’s not like it’s a big deal. She’s over Rugged.”

I meet Claudia’s eyes and stare at her for a long moment, wondering if she believes her own words. Sure, Lishelle has told us over and over again that she doesn’t want a relationship with Rugged. She has stressed that he was simply a fling. And granted, she’s the one who broke up with him. But still, I have never quite believed that she wasn’t really into him.

Lishelle went through a bitch of a breakup with a guy she was crazy about before she met Rugged—although breakup isn’t the right word, since Glenn wasn’t hers to begin with. I know how hard it was for me to learn my husband was cheating on me, so I can only imagine that it was far more devastating for Lishelle to discover that her college flame—the one she still held a torch for—lied about being married when he came back into her life years later. The prick had used her for her money, stringing her along real good until he was able to steal a ton of cash from her. Ever since that betrayal—and considering she was also married before but divorced because her husband cheated on her—she’s been understandably guarding her heart.

At least, that’s my opinion. Because with Rugged—a local rap sensation and six years her junior—she was a different person. Happier, more vibrant. And she hasn’t quite been the same since she told him that their relationship could never go anywhere, and subsequently ended things with him.

Still, I say to Claudia, “I guess you’re right. She’s the one who broke up with him.”

“Exactly,” Claudia stresses, and then her eyes flit over my shoulder. Quickly, she grabs the newspaper, folds it and tosses it under the booth. Which tells me Lishelle has arrived.

And it also tells me that what Claudia just said—that the news of Rugged’s engagement will be no big deal to Lishelle—is hogwash.

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BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH SPECIAL: DEADLY SECRETS by LEEANN BURKE (contemporary romantic suspense)

THE REVOLVING BOOK ~ SPECIAL FOR BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH

POSTED TUESDAY, OCT. 11th, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK TUESDAY EDITION IS BY LEEANN BURKE

TITLE : DEADLY SECRETS

GENRE : ROMANTIC SUSPENSE

PUBLISHER: LACHESIS PUBLISHING http://tinyurl.com/63fpnmp

RELEASE DATE: CURRENT

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:

LACHESIS PUBLISHING: http://tinyurl.com/44da7ju

AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/3panbd2

REVIEWS:

“Burke pens a first-class novel that will keep readers on the edge of their seats until the end with its many plot twists. Not only is the mystery aspect of this story well-written, the romance is equally interesting. If all this isn’t enough to make you want to buy this read, Burke and the publisher are donating proceeds to the American Breast Cancer Foundation. Brava!” ~ Romantic Times

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jYxWzA_vXqw

READ AN EXCERPT: http://www.leeannburke.com/books.html

SYNOPSIS:

PHILIPPE LAFRANCE is a well known reclusive writer whose life is suddenly thrown upside down. The grandfather he never knew existed dies. Throughout his own investigation, Philippe learns that his family has kept secrets from him, deep, ugly secrets. A killer is murdering the men in his family. First his father then his grandfather have succumbed at the hands of another. This murderer is trying his utmost to keep secrets buried.

Bereft, ROXANNE ST. CLAIR is left to manage a restaurant when the only person who ever mattered to her, her foster parent and mentor, is murdered. She puts her life on hold to find his killer and bring him to justice.

Thrown together by circumstance and a mutual goal, Philippe and Roxanne fight their attraction and team up to find the killer, bring him to justice and unearth the truth. To stay alive, they must keep one step ahead of the assassin in order to prevent him from killing his next target, Philippe. Will they succeed in bringing to justice this killer before Philippe becomes his next victim? Will they be able to deal with the truth behind all the secrets?

OCTOBER IS BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH:

DEADLY SECRETS is an official sponsor for the American Breast Cancer Foundation (ABCF). Proceeds from the sale of this title go to the ABCF. Ms Burke is also donating 100% of her royalties to Breast Cancer research.

In honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month LeeAnn is offering DEADLY SECRETS ebook $2.99 & will donate $1 of each copy sold to the American Breast Cancer Foundation.

AUTHOR BIO:

At the age of 12 Leeann put pen to paper and created stories. She finished her first and only short story within weeks. She kept on writing throughout high school, university and her first few dead end jobs. To this day she still has a pen and paper handy.

After 22 years of writing she finally got “the call”. The owner of LBF Books called to let me know she wanted to purchase DEADLY SECRETS. Her dream was finally coming true. She decided to give her dream more purpose by donating funds to the American Breast Cancer Foundation (ABCF) and to a Canadian organization that does Breast Cancer Research. DEADLY SECRETS is also a proud sponsor for ABCF.

CONNECT WITH LEEANN ONLINE:

@leeanburke on Twitter

http://www.leeannburke.com/

SNEAK PEEK:

In a secluded corner of the Rock Heaven restaurant, Philippe brooded. He struggled with the notion that so many people had expressed their sympathy for a man he never knew existed until his death. He checked the room, once again seeking the long dark brown curls and slim figure of Roxanne St-Clair.

He braced himself when he noticed her. She was heading his way and her ankle length black dress accentuating her slim waist.

She switched her cola to her other hand and extended her hand. “I’m Roxanne St-Clair.”

Despite noticing anger in her eyes, he shook her hand. He wondered how her soft hands would feel caressing the rest of his body. Philippe mentally shook himself. “Philippe Lafrance, but you already know that.” To his annoyance, silently she settled in the seat beside him and toyed with the straw in her drink.

Finally, she shrugged, “I didn’t know George had a grandson. Imagine my surprise when his lawyer told us the news a few days ago.”

Her comment hit a sore point. He averted his gaze. Past experience taught him raw emotions left a person vulnerable. It was the last thing he wanted this woman to pick up on, his vulnerability. Anger he could deal with, but sympathy infuriated him. He’d already spotted it on her face. If she knew how much he hurt…

Philippe drained the last of his beer. “That makes two of us.”

Her eyes widened in shock at the news, only to shrink into small slits. Sharp as a whip, she’d picked up on his sarcasm.

“I have a hard time believing that,” said Roxanne harshly.

“This will come as a surprise, but I really don’t care what you or anyone else believes.” He met her glare with one of his own. “So what was the bastard really like?”

He winced at her sudden sharp intake of breath and instantly regretted the slip. Her eyes darkened to a deep hazel. His words now lay between them like a heavy cloth ready to smother them both.

“Don’t you dare speak of George like that. You have no right to criticize him, especially on the day we buried him.”

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ONE KNIGHT ONLY by MICHELLE MILES (historical romance with paranormal elements)

THE REVOLVING BOOK

POSTED FRIDAY, OCT. 7th, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK FRIDAY EDITION IS BY MICHELLE MILES

TITLE: ONE KNIGHT ONLY

GENRE: HISTORICAL WITH PARANORMAL ELEMENTS

PUBLISHER: ELLORA’S CAVE BLUSH  http://tinyurl.com/6fbycse

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:
ELLORA’S CAVE: http://tinyurl.com/6fbycse
AMAZON KINDLE  http://tinyurl.com/3tx7dy2
ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS http://tinyurl.com/3wnq77l
BARNES AND NOBLE

SYNOPSIS
A snarky Faery princess, a Scottish knight with a gambling problem, and a murderous earl all add up to one thing: Trouble. Maggie’s medieval education never prepared her for life in the Middle Ages!

Do-gooder Maggie Chase throws her thesis out the window when she wakes up in the arms of a hot Scottish knight. When she realizes she’s somehow ended up back in time, she embraces the persona of Lady Margaret. But she may be in over her head when she realizes she has to keep the sexy knight alive during a jousting tournament in order to get back to her own time.

Sir Finian “Finn” McCullough is a gambling man and owes a very large debt to an evil earl who is after his family estate. When the beautiful and outgoing Maggie arrives in his bed, he can’t remember tupping her the night before and thinks she’s a spy for one of his neighboring clans. He intends to find her kinsman and return her safely but he can’t resist her charms, her smart mouth or her sex appeal. Instead he keeps her close, taking her with him to an important jousting tournament—one he has to win or lose his castle forever.

READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/6fbycse

AUTHOR BIO

Michelle Miles found her love of writing buried in the fantasy books of Patricia A. McKillip and the beautiful romances of Victoria Holt. It wasn’t until her high school years she decided to take up the pen and try her hand at writing. She created faraway lands, space adventures, and even princesses who just wanted to be saved. Never learning to plot, she always believed that jumping in feet first was the way to go and has since become a self-proclaimed Pantser, writing contemporary, paranormal and fantasy romance.

A Native Texan, she loves hockey, football, baseball, drinking coffee, cross-stitching, and shopping for shoes and Coach handbags. Visit her website at http://www.michellemiles.net to sign up for her monthly newsletter and read her daily blog, Ye Olde Inkwell.

CONNECT WITH MICHELLE ONLINE:

Website: http://www.michellemiles.net
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MichelleMiles
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MichelleMilesRomance

CONTEST AND BLOG TOUR

TRS Book-a-day Giveaway on Oct 25 and Nov 17
Eye On Romance Special Edition Romance Preview the week of Nov 19
I start my blog tour on September 29 and will be at various sites through October; check my blog for links  http://michellemiles.net/blog/

SNEAK PEEK:

“Wow.”

The word slipped out before she could stop it. His chiseled face hosted a strong square chin with a tiny indention in the center covered with a day’s growth of beard, a perfect nose, pronounced cheekbones, dark eyebrows. She propped a knee on the mattress, scooting closer to lean over him for a better look, amazed at how powerful his face appeared. Fierce. A man not to be trifled with. A man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to get it.

Maggie cocked her head to the side, enjoying her view, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. For a moment, she had forgotten the fact she was in a strange place. Her long, auburn locks cascaded over her shoulder and brushed against him. The baby-fine strands must have tickled his skin, for his eyes popped open and stared back at her.

Gorgeous silvery eyes met hers and she blinked and pulled back.

But he was faster than she. He grasped her by her upper arms and dragged her to him, placing her on his lap as his large, powerful hands gripped her hips. Maggie was completely aware of all of him now. A hot fantasy splashed through her mind as she shifted on top of him. What was under the linen was apparent between her legs. Every last inch of him. Her hands landed on his chest, her senses delighting in the warm, soft skin beneath her palms.

His gaze lingered on her face a moment before gliding down, pausing on her lace-covered breasts and then continuing his downward jaunt. He fingered the waistband of her panties, running the pad of his forefinger over first one hipbone then her abdomen and back again.

The small movement sent white-hot heat shooting through her, awaking parts of her that weren’t used to being on alert so early in the morning. Especially without a cup of coffee.

His hands moved up her sides then, desire evident in those depthless silver eyes, and the appendage on which she happened to be sitting.

“Now, lass, you best be telling me who you are and why you’re in my bed. Not that I mind, but I canna recall tupping you last eve and I always remember bonnie lasses I tup.”

His deep-timbre brogue purred the words and sent a delicious rumble right through her. She resisted the urge to shudder. She loved sex-with-stranger dreams and this one was starting off with a bang.

The only thing she did know was that she was in a strange place with a very sexy man beneath her hands, straddling his lap with nothing but a breath of linen and cotton between them. It wouldn’t take much for her to remove that material and get exactly what she was feeling.

But she wasn’t the kind of girl to have sex with a stranger, was she?

I could be.

Besides, this was just a dream. She would wake up any minute in the cold, deserted castle all alone. And then she would be faced with the problem of how to get herself back to civilization. In the meantime, she could do anything she wanted in her dream. Couldn’t she?

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I CAN MAKE YOU LOVE ME by KAREN WHITE OWENS (contemporary romance with suspense)

THE REVOLVING BOOK

POSTED TUESDAY, OCT. 4th, 2011

THE REVOLVING BOOK TUESDAY EDITION IS BY KAREN WHITE-OWENS

TITLE:    I CAN MAKE YOU LOVE ME

GENRE:    CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

PUBLISHER:  DAFINA BOOKS (KENSINGTON PUBLISHING) - http://www.kensingtonbooks.com/finditem.cfm?itemid=14698

RELEASED: CURRENT

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THIS BOOK:

AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/3zqxrq3
BARNES AND NOBLE http://tinyurl.com/3jzrfrq
INDIEBOUND.ORG http://tinyurl.com/44l3grs
BOOKSAMILLION http://tinyurl.com/3bu3hof
KENSINGTON BOOKS http://tinyurl.com/3uulok7

SYNOPSIS:

For Wynn Evans, her first marriage proposal was little more than a childhood crush. Twenty-five years later, Adam Carlyle has grown up into a gorgeous package of handsome, smart, and successful. But the single mom in Wynn is still reeling from her painful divorce and isn’t looking for love–especially not with a younger man. But as she’s about to discover, Adam is a man who doesn’t take no for an answer. . .

Real estate attorney Adam has never forgotten Wynn Evans, who’s even more beautiful than he remembered. Convinced he’s found his match, he knows he can satisfy Wynn’s deepest desires–if only she’ll let herself trust again. But when someone else’s desire for vengeance puts Wynn’s family in danger, the power of Adam and Wynn’s new love will be put to the ultimate test. . . –This text refers to the Kindle Edition edition.

READ AN EXCERPT: http://tinyurl.com/3fqc6fq

Or read an excerpt on AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/3z9x5bp

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER: http://tinyurl.com/4x9t3ce

REVIEWS:

Twist on the older woman-younger man dynamics – and it works ~ RT Book Reviews

A bold, sexy scandalous thrill ride hit of the year ~ Disilgold Soul

Powerful chemistry and appealing characters ~ Publishers Weekly

AUTHOR BIO:

Karen White Owens is a lifelong resident of Detroit Michigan. She holds a bachelor’s degree in sociology from Wayne State University and is working toward a masters in library and information science. In addition to writing, she manages an after-school program for a charter school in the Detroit area. She devotes her free time to editing manuscripts for aspiring authors. During the 1999-2000 and 2000-2001 school years she taught the fundamentals of creative writing to the students of the Detroit Writers Guild Young Authors Program (YAP).

Ms. Owens is the author of six romance novels and one novella. In addition to writing, Karen works as a  Library Director at the Lenox Township Librry and teaching freshman essay writing at Wayne State University. Her 2004 novel, Circles of Love received a 4-1/2 Gold review from Romantic Times Book Club, the highest honor an author can receive and was nominated Best Multicultural Novel for 2004. She also received a nomination for Best Hero from the Romantic Slam Jam Emma Awards. Love Changes Everything received 4-1/2 stars Romantic Times Book Club and top pick for November 2005. Her most recent novel Someone to Love is part of a five books series about the Daniels family. Karen’s first Dafina Romance was made available in December 2006.

Currently she works as a part time instructor at Wayne State University’s Interdisciplinary Studies Program, teaching writing communications skills to undergraduate students. As a devotes supporter of the Detroit Writers Guild Annual Conferences, she has conducts workshops on characterization and rejection letters and has provides manuscripts critiquing. Gary her husband of twenty-two years is her biggest fan.

CONNECT WITH KAREN ONLINE: http://www.karenwhiteowens.com
FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/KarenWhiteOwens?v=wall&ref=search
MYSPACE: http://www.myspace.com/karenwhite-owens
BLOG: http://authorkarenwhiteowens.blogspot.com/

UPCOMING BOOK SIGNING AND READING: SUNDAY OCT. 9th  from 11:00-3:00 for an Author Showcase at Carter G. Woodson Library in Chicago.

BLOGGING AT NOVEL SPACES ON MONDAY OCT. 10TH, 2011 http://novelspaces.blogspot.com/

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ENTANGLED (a paranormal anthology) featuring AUTHORS4THCURE

THE REVOLVING BOOK – FRIDAY EDITION IS  ENTANGLED – a paranormal anthology by Authors4theCure. (And featuring my friend  – author Michelle Miles) :D

Authors4theCure includes eleven multi-published, award-winning, USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors as well as two breast cancer survivors. The group is donating all proceeds from the sale of their paranormal anthology, ENGTANGLED to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation (BCRF).
THE REVOLVING BOOK: FRIDAY EDITION IS “ENTANGLED”

POSTED FRIDAY SEPT. 30th, 2011

AUTHORS: FEATURING MICHELLE MILES and…

Lori Brighton, Michelle Diener, Cynthia Eden, Jennifer Estep, Misty Evans, Nancy Haddock, Liz Kreger, Dale Mayer, and Edie Ramer, Allison Brennan

TITLE : Entangled, a Paranormal Anthology

GENRE: PARANORMAL

PUBLISHER: SMASHWORDS: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/87661

WHERE YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK:
SMASHWORDS: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/87661
B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1105484403
AMAZON: http://tinyurl.com/3ueyekp
ALL ROMANCE E-BOOKS: http://tinyurl.com/3ga7kc7

SYNOPSIS

Ghosts, vampires, demons, and more! Entangled includes ten suspense-filled paranormal short stories from authors Cynthia Eden, Jennifer Estep, Edie Ramer, Lori Brighton, Michelle Diener, Misty Evans, Nancy Haddock, Liz Kreger, Dale Mayer, and Michelle Miles, plus a Seven Deadly Sins novella byAllison Brennan.

Stacia Kane contributed the foreword. Formatting and cover art were also donated to the project by Lori Devoti and Laura Morrigan.

All proceeds go to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.

REVIEWS:

5 stars from Coffee Table Reviews!
What touched me the most was, of course, the foreword. I teared up a little. The proceeds of this go to breast cancer research and all of the authors added a note after their stories with words of hope and encouragement. It’s wonderful to see these authors pull together for such a cause that will hopefully help make a difference. – Aimee

Entire review here: http://tinyurl.com/3kozbmh <http://tinyurl.com/3kozbmh&gt;

AUTHOR BIO

Authors4theCure includes eleven multi-published, award-winning, USA Today and New York Times bestselling authors as well as two breast cancer survivors. The group is donating all proceeds from the sale of their paranormal anthology, Entangled, to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation (BCRF).

CONNECT WITH “ENTANGLED” FEATURED AUTHOR MICHELLE MILES ONLINE:
Website: http://www.michellemiles.net/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/MichelleMiles
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MichelleMilesRomance

TEASER:

Glancing at her watch, closing time neared. Only ten minutes left in the day. The no-show sexy man let all the wind out of her sails completely. There was no sense in delaying the inevitable, she thought, as she headed to the front door. Her hand was on the lock, ready to flip it when…there he was walking toward the bakery.

Her heart skipped a beat. Chloe resisted the urge to smooth back her hair. Instead she licked her suddenly parched lips. There were no other customers in the shop and she would be…all…alone…with him.

A giant knot formed in her throat. She tried to swallow around it but it wouldn’t go away. She was tempted to reach out to him again, to try and touch him with her mind but she was afraid what would happen. Last time he’d nearly fried her.

Chloe swung open the door as he walked in, a scent of musk and danger wafting in after him. Was that the acrid smell of sweat? She shook her head to clear it. She was being silly.

“Cutting it a bit close, aren’t you?” she asked, closing the door and walking behind the counter.

“I was…detained.” His gaze raked over her from head to toe, as though he could picture her naked.

Even though she wanted him to picture her naked, she couldn’t help but notice the dust on his black t-shirt or the smudge of dirt on his left cheek. The way his face looked damp. His hair stood in spikes, like he’d been raking his hand through it repeatedly. And he looked like he hadn’t shaved in three days, which seemed an odd occurrence to her. Not that she would complain. She liked her men rough and ready.

With a small smile to mask her terror, she used her sense to reach out again. She probably shouldn’t, judging by what happened yesterday, but she had to know who or what he was.

The moment she reached for him, it was like he snagged her, dragged her to him, and planted a kiss so sensual, so erotic she lost track of who and what she was. He projected an image to her, showing her all the naughty things he wanted to do to her. Most of them included her on her back, covered in cream cheese icing while he licked it off all the delicate parts of her body.

Chloe gasped, pulled away from him and stumbled backward.

“You’re a…you’re…” She couldn’t get the words out.

“A witch. Yes.” He leaned his hands on the counter and slanted toward her. “I thought you figured that out yesterday when you tried to poke me. Would you like me to prove it to you?”

The door lock clicked into place. All the blinds closed with a flourish.

“Now you’re just showing off,” Chloe snapped. Despite her bravado, fear clawed her throat. “Are you going to take me back to the coven?”

“No,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I’m going to take you in the back, strip you, and fuck you.”

“Who are you?” Her voice was stronger then, though she couldn’t mistake the quiver of her words. She didn’t want to acknowledge that it was from heightened anticipation.

“You can call me Edward.” His eyes landed on her lips again.

“That’s not your real name, is it?”

“You don’t need to know my real name.” His gaze raked over her. “Yet.”

Fear trickled over her in a cold sweat. “Are you from the coven?”

“Yes. I’ve been sent to…” He paused, cocked his head to one side before smiling and showing off those dimples. “…retrieve something that belongs to them.”

Chloe swallowed hard. Damn. She knew exactly what thing he wanted to retrieve and he would have to do it over her dead body. Which is probably the idea.

She never should have run and she’d been stupid to think she could hide here in the human world, under the guise of a baker. Who was she fooling?

She could admit now that her baking had gotten out of hand. That she had this drive and determination to be the best there ever was. That’s why she started putting a little magic in her cupcakes, a little enchantment in her scones and using a little witchery on her cookies. She was the best in town. She had succeeded. She had also succeeded in not staying anonymous.

Her use of magic had, no doubt, called attention to her.

She could run but he’d catch her. And she certainly couldn’t get around him to get to the door. Chloe straightened her back and steeled herself against the coming onslaught. She wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Edward chuckled, a deep rumble in his throat. “Oh, come now. Surely you must know. You took something you shouldn’t have, didn’t you? You also saw something you shouldn’t have.”

Damn. Chloe thought for sure she had escaped from that horrible world. Apparently changing her name and her appearance hadn’t done a bit of good. She’d convinced herself over the last year she really was Chloe O’Shea, baker extraordinaire instead of Sadie Steele, witch who saw something she really wished she’d never seen.

“Sadie.”

Edward let her name roll of his tongue in a dark, dangerous baritone dripping with sex and lust and dark promises.

Chloe swallowed hard, that lump still there. “What do you want?”

He leaned a hip on the counter, his musky scent drifting over her, tantalizing her. He certainly didn’t smell of fear. Instead, he smelled of eroticism and awesomeness. He glanced over his cuticles, examining his perfectly trimmed nails.

“It seems a have another rather pressing problem at the moment. What I want is you.” He gave her a pointed look. One that said he knew what she’d done last night, all alone, with thoughts of him racing through her mind. “It’s the only way to cure me.”

“Cure you?” Fear mingled with uncertainty as it flooded through her. Clearly, he knew who and what she was—a healer. “What do you mean?”

“Can’t you see what you’ve done to me?” He leaned toward her, his lips parted. “You put magic in your cupcakes, didn’t you?”

“I…” She faltered. She had and he knew it. And maybe subconsciously she’d put a little something extra in his. A big mistake, clearly.

“You did. That’s why I’m here.” He twined a blond lock around his forefinger. “Once I took that first bite, the magic in them awoke the demon inside me.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Demon? I thought you were a witch.”

“I’m half-witch, half-incubus. Lucky for you. I take what I need, when I need it.” He winked and leaned toward to her, his lips close to hers as he whispered against them. “And there is one of two ways you can give me the release I need.”

“Dare I ask?” Her heart thrummed in her chest. Her traitorous body reacted to the way his warm breath lingered over her mouth, teasing her. Tempting her.

“Have sex with me for the next twelve hours. It will sate my thirst for you and break the spell.”

Edward’s lips brushed hers ever-so-softly, rich with promise and vows of ecstasy. Slick heat exploded between her legs, begging for release. Instead, she jerked away, out of his reach.

“Do you expect me to surrender to you that easily?”

“Oh, I expect you will surrender.” Again, that pointed sultry look. “You’ll beg to surrender to me.”

Chloe propped her hands on her hips. “I will never surrender to you.” Yes, you will, you liar. You know you will. Her inner voice taunted her.

“You want me, too, don’t you?” His grin showed off the dimples around his mouth.

“What’s my other option?” she asked, ignoring his question. Of course she wanted him. Her body shook with desire.

“Perform a spell to break the magic that’s holding me.”

Well, that was certainly out of the question. If she did, it would be like sending up a giant neon sign pointing at her saying, Here I am! Come get me! The coven would definitely know where she was if she used that much magic. She told herself the little bit she used in her baked goods would go unnoticed. That she could remain incognito. Perhaps she had been wrong about that, too, if he’d found her so easily.

Edward had to realize that using a spell like that would make the coven aware. That’s why he tried to coerce her into having sex with him. Like that was such a bad thing.

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