Friday, November 13, 2015

Kindle Scout Campaign & Giveaway ~ Amanda's Guide to Love by Alix Nichols


Dear Readers,

My newest novel, “Amanda’s Guide to Love”, is up for nomination in the Kindle Scout, an Amazon contest where readers decide which books get published by Kindle Press.

To raise awareness of my Kindle Scout campaign, I’m hosting this giveaway. Please click through and nominate “Amanda’s Guide to Love” today! If my book is chosen for publication (based on voting!), you will receive a FREE copy from Amazon before it hits the shelves. So please vote today by clicking the “Nominate Me” button on this page!

While you’re on Kindle Scout, you can read an excerpt of Amanda’s Guide to Love, and then come back and enter the giveaway!

Thank you so much!! And do share this with your friends, family and anyone who might be
interested in receiving a free copy of this book.

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Gratefully yours,
Alix Nichols




About the Book:

Parisian career woman Amanda Roussel lives in denial of her desperate loneliness.
Gypsy gambler Kes Moreno knows he’s in trouble when he falls for Amanda after a one-night stand.

Can he convince the snarky belle they’re right for each other?












About the Author:

I am an avid reader of chick lit, romance and fantasy, caffeine addict and a badge-wearing Mr. Darcy / Colin Firth fan.

I released my first book at the age of six. It had a half-dozen postcard-size pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. The book was titled “Eliza and Robert” and featured highly creative spelling. Some words were written in mirror image. Unintentionally.

Decades later, I still love the name Robert and the genre romance. My spelling has improved (somewhat), and my books have made Amazon Top 100 lists. I live and work in Paris, France. When not writing, I read and spend time with my family. You can contact me via Facebook or email

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GIVEAWAY:

$25 Amazon gift card (INT)
Ends Dec. 2nd

Prizing is provided by the author, hosts are not responsible. Must be 13 or older to enter and have parental permission if under 17. Void where prohibited by law. No purchase necessary to win.


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Close Encounters 1 and 2 by C.C. Cartwright

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Close Encounters 1 and 2
by C.C. Cartwright
Close Encounters New Adult and College Series #1
Publication Date: March 30, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance




~Four beautiful and fun-loving college coeds embarking on their first year at USC, each wants to experience everything college life has to offer.~


One of them is a naughty girl and she tries to corrupt them all. She challenges her new roommates, who can be the naughtiest girl over thirty days, they have exactly one month. Clarissa is the first one to try and meet the challenge by surrendering to a forbidden tryst with the hot Professor Montgomery who all the girls sit up front for and swoon over. But the Professor doesn't like the attention she's getting from the billionaire frat boy Jason Bancroft, heir to the Bancroft Publishing House fortune. Clarissa knows she wants to enjoy all college has to offer, but will her heart get in way? Deena aspires to become a USC Song Girl and enjoys a variety of men and makes no apologies for it. Many a frat boy is ready and willing to satisfy her insatiable appetite. Will her fantasy of becoming a USC Song Girl become a reality? Kara seems all sweet girl on the outside, but to everyone's surprise she succumbs to the USC motorcycle riding bad boy who lives upstairs in Apartment 72. Jake Morris actually has a heart that Kara might just break. Lexi is hung up on her ex who cheated on her, so what does she owe him, absolutely nothing. She needs to let her hair down and get out there and be single and ready to mingle. Will her roommates convince her to come out of her shell and party like the rest of them?


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About C.C. Cartwright

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My passions lie in writing and reading sexy contemporary romances. Personal experiences are the inspiration for my sexy romances, there is a little bit of me in every story I pen. Listening to music while writing inspires me to create my characters and makes their love story come alive. When I am not getting lost in my writing, I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I hope you enjoy reading my novels as much as I enjoy writing them!


Dawn Series - When They Return by M'Renee Allen

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – DAWN SERIES – When They Return
AUTHOR – M’Renee Allen
GENRE – Horror
PUBLICATION DATE – 11/13/15
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 10,000 novella
PUBLISHER – Driven Independent Media
COVER ARTIST – Driven Independent Media

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Dawn Montgomery is not your average eleven year old.

Actually, Dawn is not your average person, period. No matter how many psychiatrists she sees, none of them can explain to her parents why she never feels hot, happy, excited or even hungry. 
However, there is one emotion Dawn does feel…fear.

Every time she looks into the mirror, she feels an overwhelming amount of fear at what’s staring back at her. Her doctors tell her what she’s seeing isn’t real. They say it’s a figment of her overactive imagination. If that’s true, why is this so-called mirage able to touch her, to harm her?

And why does it want her to kill… everyone?

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EXCERPT


“Dawn, dinner is ready,” her mother called again. “Come eat.”

She stood up and before she could turn around, her bedroom door began to creak open. She chanted her ‘it’s not real’ mantra, over and over again as she slowly turned around. Her bedroom door was wide open. But no one was there.

Moving slowly, she crept over to the door, glancing from left to right, fearing at any moment, the bloody mirage would jump out and grab her. She made it out into the hallway with no problems.
In the hall the temperature was normal. She stared over her shoulder into her bedroom. Why was it so cold in there yet regular out here? She strode over to the stairs. Below, her mother and father were talking about his travels.

They sounded happy. They would begin singing a different tune once she arrived, especially if she told them what she was seeing and feeling. Dawn gripped the handrail and before she could take one step down the stairs, she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

She spun around and stared into a pair of blood shot eyes.

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M’Renee Allen is an author of horror and urban fiction. When she’s not writing in those genres she’s busy writing paranormal romance as Siren Allen and Romantic Comedies as Monica Garry-Allen. She resides in southern Mississippi with her wonderful husband.

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Perfectly Hopeless by Holly Hood


Title: Perfectly Hopeless 
Author: Holly Hood
Genre: NA HEA Romance
Release Date: November 4, 2015 


Every summer, when the willow trees blow lazily in the breeze Maven Wilder goes back to Portwood. At one time she was sure she knew what love was. She thought she was in it, but not anymore. 

Maven never expected to meet Henri Levitt that summer. A brown-haired, brown-eyed guy that keeps to himself and is always working odd jobs, Henri lives with relatives and comes off a bit depressed. He’s happy to stay busy, and if that means little social life, that is fine by him. 

Nobody in Portwood thinks twice about Henri. And it’s only after an embarrassing accident happens at The Yogurt Hut that Maven even notices him. After meeting Henri that day, Maven’s life changes in ways she never counted on. Spending the summer with Henri shows Maven there is more to life than heartbreak, and that some people do change you for the better. Maven learns a lot over the summer. And after meeting Henri, her life will never be the same.






Maven’s father smiled at the sound of his daughter’s laughter outside on the porch. A sound he had begun to miss. But now it was back and he could see why she enjoyed Henri’s friendship so much. Henri had a way to make her all smiles and free from care.

Maven’s mother snuck up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him.


“Are you enjoying your day off?”


“Absolutely, but not as much as our daughter and Henri,” Her dad pointed out, he raised a finger signaling his wife to wait. Seconds later another giggle slipped through the windows.


“He’s a nice boy.” She stroked her husband’s arm, planting a kiss on his cheek.


“I know that. I try to tell myself that every day that I see her take off for his house.”


“She’s happy. Happier than I have seen her in a long time,” her mom said. 


He parted the curtain, giving the lovebirds one more look before he took his sandwich and went into the den for lunch.


“I swear I was born with two left feet,” Henri said. He watched Maven’s eye sparkle as she giggled about his poor dancing skills. Her legs draped lazily over his lap. They swayed carelessly on the porch swing.


“You’ll do just fine.” Her hair fluttered in the breeze. “We are going to have a lot of fun. And we are going to take a lot of pictures.”


Henri idly ran a thumb against her thigh, listening attentively


“And they will be the best pictures ever.” She smiled, sitting up and resting her head against Henri’s shoulder, the mood dying down.


Maven touched his face, staring off, stroking the side of it, lost in an awful contemplation. The thought that one day all she would have of him were pictures. She pulled her phone from her pocket.


“What are you doing, Maven?” Henri asked, tugging the beanie from his head and covering his face with it. Maven pulled his arm away from his face.


“I’m making a video of you.” She dropped her feet to the porch standing up. “Say something, Henri.”


Henri sighed. His brown eyes lighting up with amusement, he grinned. “You should be the one on camera.”


“Why’s that, Henri?”


He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes looking away from the camera. “Because you’re so beautiful it hurts.”


Maven smiled from behind her phone. “Say something else.”


He stared into the camera lens, a solemn expression creeping across his face. “I’m Henri Levitt. And I have no idea what I am going to do when I have to dance with Maven.” He laughed, springing up from the swing and took off after her, she squealed, bounding across the porch, her bare feet echoing through the wood as she tried to get away from him.


She almost made it to the other end of the porch before Henri grabbed her by the waist, twirling her around in his grasp, her feet no longer on the floor. He set her back down, backing her against the white railing. His hands on both sides not allowing her to escape, he took the phone and turned the camera on her now, positioning the two of them in front of the viewfinder. He kissed her cheek.


“You see that?” he said, talking to the camera. “We just made a memory.” He kissed her again.


Maven’s heart pittered and pattered as he held tight to her chin, kissing her again. He shot a look at the camera, the only witness to the undeniable connection between the two of them. “An everlasting reminder of my amazing kissing skills,” He laughed. Maven snatched the camera away from him hiding her sadness. She knew he was joking, but it still dug at her emotions, making her ready to burst into tears.


Henri watched her take a few steps away from him. Her attention pinned on the video they just made. He leaned against the railing, knowing he had ruined the moment between them. But what could he say?







Holly Hood is the author of The Ink Series, the 8th Sin Series and many other romance titles. She lives in Ohio with her husband and four children. When she’s not busy writing, you can find her cozied up on the couch watching reality television. Come visit Simplyhollyhood.com.





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Jo Barney's Henlit Titles: Her Last Words, The Runaway and Never Too Late


Welcome to the tour stop of for blog tour for the author Jo Barney for her three Henlit titles: Her Last Words, The Runaway and Never Too Late.  The tour runs from November 9 – 13 and will consist of reviews, guest posts, interviews and excerpts.  The full schedule can be seen here.

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HER LAST WORDS
9/2015

Every summer four old friends flock together at Madge’s seaside house to swap stories and sip wine. Throughout divorces, children, and new marriages, only the beach house and the sisterhood that comes with it, hold constant. This time, though, something is different
Madge, the writer friend who brought them all together, is acting strange. She asks them for a risky, unthinkable favor. And then one morning, she disappears.
In Madge’s absence, her friends discover the unfinished manuscript to what will be her final novel. It is the story of past forty years of their lives, a story that may reshape their futures.


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THE RUNAWAY
9/2015
Ellie is in her sixties, gruff and independent. She doesn’t expect much from life; it’s broken enough promises to her. The only ugliness in the world Ellie can truly clean up is the graffiti marring mailboxes in her neighborhood, and she centers her days around this as one of the few acts that gives her a little peace.
When a fifteen-year-old goth girl appears offering to help, Ellie is surprised—and suspicious. Sarah has been shunted from house to house in the foster care system. Now she’s run away from a forest camp managed by a tyrannical, enigmatic man…. But escape is not that easy, and soon she finds her life in danger. And Ellie may be wrapped up in this more deeply than either imagined.




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NEVER TOO LATE

Decades ago, a shotgun wedding locked Edith into a life with a husband she’s not sure she ever loved. At sixty-five, she feels like a ghost in her own life, wondering where all this came from: the scornful husband, the mercenary brood of grandchildren, her well-meaning but controlling daughter-in-law. Then one Christmas morning Edith wakes to find her husband dead, and the role she played for so long crumbling. Gray-haired, but by no means done with life, Edith has a chance to discover the woman she could have been.
Soon questions arise about her husband’s death, and papers discovered in his pockets send Edith unraveling secrets of the man she thought she knew. Edith’s son Brian is the focus of her life, but he may not be as perfect as she thought. Revelations that he might be cheating shock her. As Edith investigates the mysteries of her family, she may just find who she truly is.




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EXCERPT FROM “HER LAST WORDS”

“My God,” Lucius says, as close to praying as he has been in years. “We’re on Venus.” Monoliths rise ahead of him like black specters, their crags and angles cutting through the mist, jutting towards the high, bluing sky.
The others, silent, have dropped their handholds on the rope. Lucius bends to loop it over his arm, and as he does, he sees the man in the slicker, his bag over his shoulder, kneeling, rising, waving at them.
“That guy’s found something. Let’s go.”
He runs, slogs, really, his boots heavy with water. The women in their sneakers move faster, their arms reaching out to the dark figure and whatever lay at the foot of the rock he’s leaning against. Lucius cannot tell if it is the gulls or the women crying out.
Then they drop to their knees, a huddle of sorrow. They don’t look up as Lucius and the two firemen come up behind them. The mussel gatherer, his empty bag hanging from one grimy hand, a walking stick in the other, stands to one side, his eyes red and wild-looking, his sou’wester pulled down to his eyebrows. Hanks of wet, black hair drag over his eyes, drain down his cheeks like tears.
Madge Slocum lies wedged under an overhang, her face gray. Sand seeps from her mouth. A strand of seaweed wraps her out-flung hand like a bracelet, her bare feet seem ready to run, the toes spread, arched. An arm folds over her body, across a pack strapped to her waist. Several mussels have fallen from the pack and nestle at her throat.
“She came here for mussels,” Lou cries. “For us.” The women reach for her. They grapple with the iron until it falls, and they pull it away from her. Their fingers close her eyes, brush grit away from her lips. They remove the pack and empty it of its black shells. Joan crouches, takes a hand, massages it as if to warm it. Jackie closes the torn jacket, covers the white skin under it.
The ocean ripples as it awakens. White-edged swirls send the little birds skittering.


EXCERPT FROM “THE RUNAWAY” 

Sarah
September 2009
I can remember every second of that last graffiti patrol with Ellie. Maybe it’s the meds they’re feeding me, or maybe I’m a little crazy right now. The nurse says I probably should be with all the stuff I’ve gone through in the past couple of weeks, Ellie at the center of it all.
It was chilly that morning, and we shivered a little as we headed toward the first mailbox, me, in my punk clothes, Ellie in her old lady sweatshirt and red sneakers. She had her supplies and towels in an old shopping bag, like usual, and I could tell she was still mad at me, at my knowing how the graffiti got on the boxes. I was thinking about that, too, but she didn’t know the whole story, not then.
“Spray!” Ellie ordered, and I stopped remembering and pointed the bottle at the mailbox in front of me. We scrubbed, Ellie not talking to me yet. After a couple of minutes, the black polish on my nails began to melt like the paint scrawls we were working on. Ellie muttered “Good” when she saw me rubbing at them. As soon as the box was as clean as Graffiti X could get it, we headed toward the next one. By the time we got to the street with the big trees, I was hot and glad for what little shade was left, the limbs above me almost bare. Leaves crunched under my boots.
Then I stumbled and heard the heel of my boot snap. Shit, my only shoes was my first thought. I had to walk like a cripple, one leg short, one long.  
“Take ’em off!” Ellie said, shaking her gray head at me. “Stupid to wear boots like that; you look like a baby hooker.” I watched where I was going, hoping I wouldn’t step on dog poop or something yucky hidden under the leaves. That’s when I saw the white basketball shoe sticking up from a pile of debris at the curb. Someone must have lost it. Except that the shoe also had a sock in it. And in the sock, a leg.



 EXCERPT FROM “NEVER TOO LATE”

I poke a foot out from under a tangled sheet. Find some joy! yesterday’s horoscope had advised me. Right now, I’ll settle for coffee. The air is morning-warm, the furnace groaning somewhere under me. I push the covers to one side, turn toward Art’s flannelled back, the wall he builds between us when he comes to our bed. 
I know I’m being mean-spirited, a disposition Christmas always delivers like a seasonal virus. Joy, I tell myself again and touch Art’s hump of a shoulder, give it a poke. If I have to get up, layer the cheese strata, set the table, pick up yesterday’s newspapers, he at least can help by turning on the tree lights and starting the fire in the fireplace. Shit! I’ve forgotten the stockings. They, and the stuff I’ve collected to fill them, are piled in a box in the closet. I shake him a little harder. “Get up!” 
Art rolls over on his back. His blue eyes stare up at the ceiling fixture hanging above his head. His mouth is open, as if he’s about to snore, but he isn’t rasping, gurgling, even blinking. 
I raise myself up on an elbow. I pat his arm, bring my hand up to touch his cheek. His skin feels like that of an unripe peach, hard under whiskery fuzz. Cold.
“Art?” 
My ear grazes his mouth as I listen for a breath. Silence. I press my hand against his chest, feel his pajama buttons with shaking fingers.
“Art?”
Art is dead.
It isn’t as if I never imagined him dying, leaving me to finish my life alone. At those times, the idea hadn’t been frightening, maybe even the opposite. A new life for me once he was gone, I envisioned, a better life, maybe. But this actual moment is not part of that scene. I drop my head back to my pillow and try to figure out what to do. My breath isn’t taking hold. I seem to be leaking at the seams, lungs empty, about to be as dead as Art.




After graduating from Willamette University, Jo spent the most of next thirty years teaching, counseling, mothering, wifing, and of course, writing.
Her writing first appeared in small literary magazines and professional publications. Since retirement, she has had time to write four novels and two screenplays.
Her stories and essays, as well as the novels, reflect her observations of women’s lives and the people who inhabit them: the children, husbands, parents, friends, and strangers who happen by and change everything.

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