Book tour & giveaway – Elemental Lies by Elle Middaugh

Elemental Lies
Elle Middaugh
(The Essential Elements, #2)
Publication date: July 24th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult



Valerie Moore is an Elemental, a person who commands one of the classical elements of wind, water, fire, or earth. She’s special, though. She controls two—fire and water—though sometimes it seems like they control her.

After the accidental exposure of Elementals to humanity, Valerie finds herself—and all of her kind—struggling to attain equality. Three different groups fight to secure leadership, and with all of their hidden agendas, she doesn’t know which side to choose. The balance between peaceful cohabitation and all-out war is precarious, at best.

When a chance meeting brings Val and earth Elemental Cade Landston back together, everything changes. She realizes what she knew in the beginning—that he’s the one she wants. Her desire to win him over draws her closer to him, and his vengeful mission to hunt down her murderous grandfather brings them both closer to trouble.

From mysterious doppelgangers to reckless rescue missions, scapegoat bombings, and evolving Elemental powers, Valerie strains to keep up.

All she knows is she must stop her grandfather at all costs. To do so, she has to figure out the truth, but how can she do so when almost everyone she knows has been telling lies?

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Jay pulled over outside an old cinderblock building at the edge of town. A few windows were smashed out, but no light shone from beyond the jagged glass. Boards were nailed across the front door, as was a Do Not Enter sign. Weeds surrounded the place like a moat, and the tarmac drive was crumbling away from years of Pennsylvania weather.

Hand on the steering wheel, Jay nodded at the decrepit sight. “This used to be a cheese factory.”

“Cheese?” I asked doubtfully from the backseat. I’d never heard of any local cheese distributors—I got my cheese from the supercenter like most people did.

He chuckled. “Yes, cheese, but now it’s nothing…except after dark.”

Jay pulled his truck around back and aimed the headlights at what looked like an abandoned mine shaft. As the wheels rolled us closer to the cavern, unease began spreading through my veins like ice—actual ice. I could feel the temperature in the cab dropping as the glimmering frost crystals slowly spread up my arm. Quickly, I reined it in, but not quickly enough to go unnoticed.

“You all right, Val?” Jay asked knowingly, our eyes meeting in the rearview mirror. “We’re just gonna park in here so nobody sees the truck, then we’ll walk back over to the old factory. The club is underneath.”

I nodded. “I’m fine.”

Embarrassment and irritation crept up my neck in a heated wave. How could I have let that happen again? I’d pulled myself together faster than the last time, but still. Jay knew I could do better—he’d trained me to do better. I refused to make eye contact with him again.

The night was a solid sheet of black, and I could just barely make out the silhouette of the factory as we approached. The wind was quiet—Sienna must’ve finally calmed herself down—and snow was falling peacefully to the ground in thick chunks—Jay’s doing, not mine.

He pushed open the rotten back door, white paint now gray and chipping, and ushered us inside. It was equally dark in there, if not more so, and eerily quiet. How he found the stairs to the cellar in all that blackness was anyone’s guess, but we followed him down to a big metal door and waited. There was a dim bulb screwed into a cinderblock wall, casting just enough light to illuminate a rectangular slat at eye level. It slid open, and we were met with a steely pair of eyes, probably brown, but appearing ebony in the dim light.

“What do you want?” he asked us gruffly.

Jay smiled, a stark contrast against the cold greeting.

“To come in, of course.”

“What are your names?” the guard asked.

“Walsh, Moore, and Aeris.”

The eyes narrowed at us. “Wait here.” Then the slat slammed shut.

I exhaled a nervous breath just before Sienna said, “Well, he seemed…nice.”

“Are you sure we have the right place?” I asked.

This didn’t seem like the sort of establishment three young adults would venture into. I was expecting lasers and flashing lights, overly loud music, bouncers with sunglasses—not some shady dude guarding the cellar of an abandoned cheese factory. What the hell was Jay thinking?

He nodded. “This is the place.”

The rest of the fifteen-minute wait was suffered in silence, with me seriously contemplating leaving at least every other second. Then the slat snapped back open and a different set of eyes appeared—pale green, surrounded by lush black lashes and crowned with perfectly trimmed brows.

“Jay? Is that you?” the woman asked from the other side. She sounded foreign, Middle Eastern, maybe?

His smile deepened. “It is.”

Her eyes slid to the right and the door unlatched with a heavy groan. In its place stood a gorgeous woman in sexy business attire. Shimmering black hair swirled up into an elegant French twist and burgundy lips pressed into a seductive pout. Her skin tone was the perfect shade of olive. The white blouse she wore had its sleeves rolled up to the elbows and was gaping open by at least three buttons. Heather gray pants clung to her slim legs down to the ankle, where a set of stunning black stilettos added a good five inches to her height.

I eyed my cork wedges with mild indifference. I needed to get a pair of those stilettos.

“Jay Walsh,” she practically purred, batting her lashes. “It has been too long.”

“It certainly has.”

She slipped her arm through his, leading us into a dingy, musty, concrete hallway.

“Welcome to my club, The After Dark.”



Elle Middaugh lives in the Allegheny Mountains outside of Clearfield, Pennsylvania, with her wonderful husband and three beautiful children. Most of her time is spent raising kids, writing stories, playing video games, reading, and attempting to keep a clean house.

She’s a proud Navy wife, a frazzle-brained mother, a fan of health and fitness, a lover of hot tea and iced tea, and a believer in happily ever afters.

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Book tour & giveaway – The Tiger’s Watch by Julia Ember


The Tiger’s Watch (Ashes of Gold #1)

by Julia Ember

Publication Date:  August 22, 2017

Publisher:  Harmony Ink Press

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Sixteen-year-old Tashi has spent their life training as a inhabitor, a soldier who spies and kills using a bonded animal. When the capital falls after a brutal siege, Tashi flees to a remote monastery to hide. But the invading army turns the monastery into a hospital, and Tashi catches the eye of Xian, the regiment’s fearless young commander.

Tashi spies on Xian’s every move. In front of his men, Xian seems dangerous, even sadistic, but Tashi discovers a more vulnerable side of the enemy commander—a side that draws them to Xian.

When their spying unveils that everything they’ve been taught is a lie, Tashi faces an impossible choice: save their country or the boy they’re growing to love. Though Tashi grapples with their decision, their volatile bonded tiger doesn’t question her allegiances. Katala slaughters Xian’s soldiers, leading the enemy to hunt her. But an inhabitor’s bond to their animal is for life—if Katala dies, so will Tashi.


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Julia Ember – Why I write what I write

Although my opinion as an adult is changing, teen me thought that the modern Western world was boring. As an adult, I definitely recognise the value of peaceful living, modern technology, the safe office job, medicine … and on some level I think I knew those things were good as a teen, I just had no interest in reading about them. Instead, I longed to inhabit a world full of magic and horses, or live on a space station far away.

I’ll freely admit that my early teen years were not the happiest of my life. I was bullied for my weight. I fought constantly with my mom over my decision to give up religion. I hadn’t yet discovered the things I was good at – I didn’t get into singing until my last few years of high school, and my writing was confined to fanfiction that none of my offline friends read. For me, reading books where I could escape my world wasn’t just exciting, it was essential. I found reading about other worlds an extremely cathartic experience. I think when authors write for teenagers, our perception of what teenagers like will always be coloured by what we were like as teens. Obviously, trends evolve and especially with science fiction, our perception of advanced technology definitely shifts! But I think when we start plotting stories and think about the core characters and how teens will respond to them, we almost always write for the teens we were. For me, writing for myself as a teen involves second worlds and outcasts. I write the type of worlds I would have disappeared into: primarily historical fantasy, with a splash of magic. Most of my main characters tend to be social outcasts for one reason or another. Either their dreams are too big, or they’re shy and reserved.

I also write about primarily queer characters. My interest in romance of any kind developed pretty late. I wasn’t interested in boys or girls until I was at least fifteen. But when my first crush struck, it was on my female friend. She was anti-establishment and had a tattoo, and I thought she was stunning. I spent the rest of my high school years suspecting I was a lesbian. I didn’t figure out until college that I was actually bisexual – and I lay that at the door of the frankly terrible selection of boys at my high school! In my fiction, a lot of my teen characters know they are queer but are still figuring out their exact identities.  In The Tiger’s Watch, this “figuring it out” is very apparent in the character of Pharo, Tashi’s best friend. Pharo knows he isn’t attracted to cisgender males, but he experiences attraction to women and genderfluid individuals. He isn’t sure yet how to define his identity. In my first novel, Unicorn Tracks, the bisexual protagonist Mnemba is shocked when she first falls for Kara, the female love interest in the novella. As a teen, I read hardly any queer fiction. The books I did read, I discovered in my late teens, and these were overwhelmingly m/m adult romance. I would have loved the availability of books about queer teens now and I needed books where the MC was still questioning.




Originally from Chicago, Julia Ember now resides in Edinburgh, Scotland. She spends her days working in the book trade and her nights writing teen fantasy novels. Her hobbies include riding horses, starting far too many craft projects, PokemonGo and looking after her city-based menagerie of pets with names from Harry Potter. Luna Lovegood and Sirius Black the cats currently run her life.

Julia is a polyamorous, bisexual writer. She regularly takes part in events for queer teens, including those organised by the Scottish Booktrust and LGBT Youth Scotland. A world traveler since childhood, she has now visited more than sixty countries. Her travels inspire the fantasy worlds she creates, though she populates them with magic and monsters.

Julia began her writing career at the age of nine, when her short story about two princesses and their horses won a contest in Touch magazine. In 2016, she published her first novel, Unicorn Tracks, which also focused on two girls and their equines, albeit those with horns. Her second novel, The Seafarer’s Kiss will be released by Interlude Press in May 2017. The book was heavily influenced by Julia’s postgraduate work in Medieval Literature at The University of St. Andrews. It is now responsible for her total obsession with beluga whales.

In August 2017, her third novel and the start of her first series, Tiger’s Watch, will come out with Harmony Ink Press. In writing Tiger’s Watch, Julia has taken her love of cats to a new level.

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Book tour & giveaway – Seven Days with You by Hugo Driscoll


Seven Days with You

by Hugo Driscoll


GENRE: YA Romance


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Sean Johnson’s life as a small-town farmhand has been nothing but predictable, but when he meets Sophia Hillingdon at the local animal sanctuary, she gets him out of an eighteen-year rut, away from the mundane existence on the farm, and a grieving, drunken father.

Sophia is the first person who understands him and makes him believe that he might get out of their small town, who tells him, he has the potential to be whoever he wants to be and do whatever he wants to do.

But as their relationship unfolds, it is the most devastating of news that will change both of them forever.



I hadn’t been anywhere, but my mind had been everywhere. That’s how I felt that summer. Or more precisely, that’s how Sophia had made me feel by the time summer neared its conclusion. The months of July and August had followed identical patterns to June in that we rarely spent a day apart. We rode with Violet across the Suffolk countryside, sometimes for miles on end, often stopping by at local pubs. Then it would be Saturday. That was the best day of all for there was no work on Sunday, which meant dancing with Tom and Jessica until our bodies could no longer stand. We drank, we laughed, and most nights after, we made love as we tip-toed up the stairs of my father’s house. I was obsessed with everything about her. Yes, Sophia Hillingdon, the girl I’d known for barely a few months was the girl I now wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And though we often drove each other crazy, we soon laughed and made up as if nothing happened. It often puzzled me as to why Sophia found our fights so amusing seconds after we were hot from the exertion of spouting obscenities at each other. Red-faced, she’d often say, “You drive me mad Sean. But, you know something? That’s just how I like it.”

“Why?” I’d ask.

“Us,” she would say. “I love how angry you make me because…. Well, I’m obsessed with you… even our arguments sound oddly beautiful.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Hugo Driscoll is a 25-year- old British journalist and content writer for an online publication in London.

When he’s not working, you can usually find him writing in the basements of cafes or lamenting the unfair treatment of millennials in overcrowded London bars.

You can also find Hugo on Twitter, Facebook, and his personal blog, which he updates regularly.

Seven Days with You is his first novel.

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Book tour & giveaway – Ethan’s Daughter by Rachel Brimble



Templeton Cove #7

 Rachel Brimble

Releasing Aug 8, 2016
Harlequin Superromance






There’s safety in solitude isn’t there?

Single dad and best-selling thriller writer Ethan James has no problem being Templeton Cove’s most famous recluse until a surprise visit from the past plunges him into a real-life crime drama just as feisty nurse Leah Dixon barges her way into his world.

Ethan’s first priority is to protect his daughter. His second priority is to keep Leah out of this dark web and that means out of his bed. Except Leah isn’t going anywhere; she’s afraid little Daisy is in danger.

Ethan couldn’t live with himself if anything happened to Leah but pushing her away may be even harder!


He stared into her eyes. He had to kiss her, had to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. “Leah…”

“Just kiss me already.” She smiled and leaned toward him, her mouth hovering just centimeters from his. “I know you want to. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her. She lightly moaned before gently easing her tongue to his and Ethan kissed her deeper, harder, sliding his hands to her waist. She lifted from the couch and slid onto in his lap. He wound his hands into the silky, soft hair at the nape of her neck and she dug the fingers of one hand into his shoulder, the other gripping his upper arm.

Deep desire rippled through his body as arousal burned, the stirring of his erection pressing against the confines of his jeans.

He drew back and released a slow breath, their gazes locked as she exhaled a shaky breath and slipped from his lap onto the couch. “Well, there won’t be any going back from a kiss like that anytime soon.”

“So it’s not just me who is kind of scared then?”

“Scared?” She shook her head and reached for her wineglass. “It will take lot more than a kiss like that to scare me.”

Daisy murmured and shifted in her sleep and Ethan snapped his gaze to the couch, his body on his alert and guilt slipping into its familiar place. “God, if she’d seen us…”

“She didn’t.” She slid her hand onto his thigh and leaned back against the couch. “Let’s just take one day at a time. We’ve shared dinner and a kiss. We’re not getting married and we’re not bound by blood.” She smiled, her gaze happy. “Who knows what might happen tomorrow? Let’s just enjoy our time together. Okay?”

He faced her as trepidation over the huge possibility of what tomorrow might bring whispered through him.


Rachel Brimble 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 seven books published by Harlequin Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and an eight coming in Feb 2018. She also has four Victorian romances with eKensington/Lyrical Press.

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.



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Blog tour & giveaway – The invasion by T.H. Hernandez

Today we have the blog tour for THE INVASION by T.H. Hernandez! Check out this fantastic new dystopian romance and grab your copy today!

About The Invasion:

They failed. Evan and Cyrus risked everything to keep the Uprising from attacking the unarmed Union, but something went terribly wrong. Evan’s home has been invaded by soldiers who are killing government officials and occupying the homes of her fellow citizens.

Captured by the Uprising, Evan fights for her life and her sanity, desperate to escape so she can find Cyrus and her family.

Reeling from an unexpected discovery, Cyrus is adrift until he uses his Uprising training to find a way to fight back against the invading force the only way he knows how.

With the help of old friends and new, they will do whatever it takes to protect each other and those they love, even if it means sacrificing being together, their way of life, and even their very lives.

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Taking a cleansing breath, I raise my knuckles to the door. It’s early and I give a passing thought to getting coffee and coming back a little later, but the need to see Evan is more powerful than a desire not to wake her.

I knock and my teeth clench as I wait for a response. Rustling comes from the other side, but no footsteps, so I knock again. More rustling is followed by silence, then heavy footfalls approach the door. Not Evan. This must be the wrong room. I pull the paper Eddie gave me out of my pocket to read it again. Unless he made a mistake when he wrote it down, this is the right one.

The door opens and my eyes widen to the point I’m sure my eyeballs are going to escape their sockets. Son of a bitch. I blink to make sure I’m not hallucinating, and a huge smile splits my face. “Fuck, man, you’re alive.”

Bryce runs a hand over the top of his head and steps back from the door.

I take in the room, confusion replacing my initial shock. One rumpled bed. My attention returns to Bryce, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans, his T-shirt discarded on the floor.

My face is hot like I’m too close to a fire. I take a step back. No way would she sleep with him. Not again. Not when she knew I was coming back. My hands rake through my hair while I try to sort it all out. Eddie was weird when I showed up at his place. Did he know Bryce and Evan were holed up together in a hotel room? Fuck.

Dick turns and glances around the room, as if he’s searching for something before turning back to me. “Look, she says you guys split up.”

Bile rises in the back of my throat as I struggle against the building rage. My eyes lock onto his side where red, angry burns wrap around his torso. Before I can stop myself, my fist connects with his face with satisfying force, sending a sharp jolt up my arm that I relish.

He stumbles back, but doesn’t fall, and I step forward to hit him again. My head throbs, on the verge of exploding. Douche braces himself for the next blow but doesn’t move to defend himself. As I draw back, I notice the burns again and check myself.

He rubs his jaw and stares at me, anger flaring across his face.

I unload a few choice words, and his eyes widen in response, like my language offends him or some shit.

“Forget it,” I spit, turning and storming down the hall. I slam my hand into the elevator button, but I can’t wait for it to arrive, opting for the stairs instead.

White fury scorches through me and I punch the wall, feeling the crunch, the searing pain that temporarily distracts me from the storm raging in my chest.

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The Ruins: Goodreads | Amazon

The Uprising: Goodreads | Amazon

About T.H. Hernandez:

When not visiting the imaginary worlds inside my head, I live in San Diego, California, with one husband, three children, two cats, and one dog. In addition to my day job as a technical writer and editor, I write young adult fiction. I love the intensity of teen emotions and the way they’re still figuring out life. When I’m not writing, you can find me with my nose in a book, hanging out with family and friends, hiking, or knitting. I’m obsessed with Facebook, young adult novels, bad lip reading videos, pumpkin spice lattes, microbrewed beers, and the San Diego Chargers.

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Book tour & giveaway – The Chocolatier’s Wife & The Chocolatier’s Ghost by Cindy Lynn Speer


The Chocolatier’s Wife &

The Chocolatier’s Ghost

by Cindy Lynn Speer


GENRE: Fantasy Mystery




A truly original, spellbinding love story, featuring vivid characters in a highly realistic historical setting.

When Tasmin’s bethrothed, William, is accused of murder, she gathers her wind sprites and rushes to his home town to investigate. She doesn’t have a shred of doubt about his innocence. But as she settles in his chocolate shop, she finds more in store than she bargained for. Facing suspicious townsfolk, gossiping neighbors, and William’s own family, who all resent her kind – the sorcerer folk from the North — she must also learn to tell friend from foe, and fast. For the real killer is still on the loose – and he is intent on ruining William’s family at all cost.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost: Married to her soul mate, the chocolatier William, Tasmin should not have to worry about anything at all. But when her happily ever after is interrupted by the disappearance of the town’s wise woman, she rushes in to investigate. Faced with dangers, dead bodies, and more mysterious disappearances, Tasmin and William must act fast to save their town and themselves – especially when Tasmin starts to be haunted by a most unwelcome ghost from her past…literally.

The Chocolatier’s Ghost is an enchanting sequel to Cindy Lynn Speer’s bestselling romantic mystery, The Chocolatier’s Wife.



Chocolatier’s Wife

Murder. Funny, how the idea of one’s future husband killing someone made headaches go away. It was not that she could not conceive that he was a killer; anyone who read the shipping information at the back of the newspaper, listing, among other things, the manifests of pirate ships that had been taken and destroyed, would know William was quite capable of killing. But, she reasoned, that was hot blooded killing, it was not murder. Poisoning someone with chocolate required coldness and cunning.

She moved at last, only enough to take her hair down. She stared at the pins in her hands. No. She could not believe that William was capable of cunning. He was smart, aye. But practical smart. Not without imagination, of course, you could not accuse a man who wanted to make chocolates of a lack of imagination, but he was also not the sort of man to go around blithely killing people with the very product he hoped to sell. She could not believe it.

After a while, the surprise wearing off, she tried to imagine the two paths her life might take. She thought of being at the university. She had trained there, and so she had friends as well as colleagues among the staff. Eventually she would have the seniority to teach only the advanced students, perhaps even ascend to the Circle, as her mother hoped. A life of teaching and learning how to use herbs, divining the secret meanings hidden in the wind, the rain, and the veins of leaves was hers. She was no master wizard, but she was very, very good, and she knew her life was mapped out for her here, a scholarly life of respect and decent wages and wanting for nothing. It was, clearly, a good life, which was why her family wanted it for her.

Then there was William. She tried to imagine him, blurry in her mind, by her side. A life of children, shop-keeping. It did not seem as glamorous or interesting, though she trusted she would be able to continue her studies and believed that William would provide for her, but her fame would be as his wife alone. No one would remember her save their children.  Still, it was not without its appeal, the idea of having someone who was all yours, someone to curl up against in the winter. It was harder to imagine the future, here, for she knew so little in comparison. The unknown could hold pain as well as joy.

She sighed, and went to bed, in a restless attempt at sleep for what remained of the night.

When she came down the next day she had two cases in her hands, and she was wearing her best traveling clothes. Her family looked up at her from their breakfast, as she put the heavier of the two down, her hands switching the other bag back and forth, nervous and moist on the hard, wooden handle. “You see,” she said by way of good-morning-and-here’s-my-explanation, “the problem is that I rather like him.”



What are four things you can’t live without?

Electric Blankets.  I love being warm, and they make my knees feel better.

Something to write on or with, because I love telling stories and because I have the memory of a deranged goldfish.

Tea.  Mostly black or flavored black.  I drink a lot of tea to keep me sane.

Books.  I need to feed my soul with good stories.

What is your favorite television show?

I don’t know.  I love Marvel’s stuff, I especially loved Jessica Jones and am eagerly awaiting the Defenders.  Both Sherlock and Elementary make me happy for different reasons, but The Musketeers was the one I bought immediately on DVD.   Interesting characters and swordiness?  How can I resist?

If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?

I always had a secret desire to play Lady MacBeth.  But I would not want to be her, because things don’t go so well.  I think maybe I would like to be Tasmin – I know that sounds a bit cute, because she’s my character, but to me she has a lot going for her.  She has a good person as her spouse, interesting people as friends, and she’s getting to pursue her dreams.  (Mostly.)   I think I would like that.  Her mother in law?  Not so much.

What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?

Next year I hope to have The Key to All Things out.  It is unrelated to The Chocolatier’s series (though I throw a couple of Easter Eggs in for my readers, little AHA moments) and is about a lady who serves as a double agent.  Everyone loves the great love story between the Captain of the Guard, Edward, and the Queen of the Fae – except for Avril, who knows it is all a lie.

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

Barbara Hambly – I love how she writes characters and settings (and really, everything.)  Neil Gaiman — his short stories inspired me and taught me so much about that form.  I use George F. Kunz’s Curious Lore of Precious Stones way too much as a reference.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Cindy Lynn Speer has been writing since she was 13.  She has Blue Moon and Unbalanced published by Zumaya.  Her other works, including The Chocolatier’s Wife (recently out in an illustrated hardcover to celebrate its 10th anniversary) and the Chocolatier’s Ghost, as well as the short story anthology Wishes and Sorrows.  When she is not writing she is either practicing historical swordsmanship, sewing, or pretending she can garden.  She also loves road trips and seeing nature.  Her secret side hobby is to write really boring bios about herself.  You can find out more about her at, or look for her on Facebook (Cindy Lynn Speer) and Twitter (cindylynnspeer).



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Book tour & giveaway – A Mortal Indiscretion by Barbra E. Ross


A Mortal Indiscretion

by Barbra E. Ross


GENRE: Romance Paranormal/Suspense




One night changed everything for bachelor Justin Bertolli. A womanizer at heart, never quite ready to settle down, he meets the woman who would change his life forever. Ambra Taylor is that woman, but is she all that Justin bargained for? When Justin discovers the truth about who and what she is, will he still love her? Will he still want her? Find out, as their hearts collide in this epic tale of love.

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“Justin, please, don’t leave!” I heard her yell.

“Why the hell not? You are playing me for a fool!” I yelled back.

“No! I am not. I love you!” she yelled.

“I am not stupid Ambra! I know something is going on here.”

“Nothing is going on! Please believe me!” she cried.

“Oh yeah? An empty closet? You, running away every morning, working every single day. Even God took a day off Ambra,” I said, smartly.

“I cannot tell you! I cannot!”

“Then we are done. Finished. Over.”

I opened the door and went out in the hallway. I pushed the button over and over again for the elevator. I was on fire. I heard her come into the hallway. I looked up at the glowing numbers, waiting for them to count up to her floor. She stood in her doorway and I heard her sobbing. I glanced over at her and she looked so sad. I felt badly for second and quickly snapped out of it. I knew I was being played.

“Justin,” she whispered.

“I’m done talking,” I said and noticed the elevator was close now. Finally.

“Please. I am begging you to change your mind,” she said and I heard the ding of the bell. The door slid open and I put my hand on them to stop them from closing.

“Give me one good reason why I should. I don’t like being lied to. I have never lied to you Ambra,” I told her, still holding the doors.

“Because, I believe you are the only man I will ever love. I knew it the second I saw your face, and I believe that you feel the same way about me,” she said, still crying. I let go of the doors and they slid shut.

“Then tell me the truth,” I said. “Or I am gone.”



Barbra E Ross: Why I write the kinds of books I do…

I have always been a romantic. It is not like I sat down one day and decided to write paranormal romance stories. In fact, I did not even know that was a genre. But I had this idea, and it started. A way to make the unnatural seem natural. To bridge the worlds or reality and make believe.  By taking a normal man, and giving him out of this world experiences with the love of his life, a vampire. Thus, began my romance series.

I believe that books take us on a journey. They are a way for the reader to experience things that they may never actually get to experience in their own lives. But they are so much more, that I did not understand until I began to get feedback from my readers. A reader contacted me how much she enjoyed my series. I was thrilled and asked what was it that she liked so much. She explained that her child has special needs and that my books were a way to escape from the demands of her life. I was touched beyond words.

I had imagined creating stories for entertainment. I know they have brought me tons of laughs and tears while I was writing. But I never imagined how much more they could mean to some people. There is nothing more moving then realizing your words have made an impression. The paranormal genre allows me to delve into fantasy worlds and try to make them believable. It is forgiving and kind, when you want to write about vampires and extraordinary worlds.

So, I will keep on writing. I won’t say that I will limit myself to a one genre, but the paranormal is near and dear to my heart. It has given us many good tales that I cherish to this day. So, go grab a book and get lost in a timeless, wonderful world of imagination and fantasy.


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Barbra E Ross lives in Michigan and is a nurse by day, lover of fiction at night. When people ask me what my book is about, I pause a moment because it is not so simple to describe. It is a vampire romance, I say and then, I pray that doesn’t scare them away. Because what are books really? I believe that books are a way to escape the daily routines of life.

I wanted to take an ordinary man and put him in fantastic situations. To bring a bit of fantasy down to reality. It is a love story at its heart. If I can take the reader on a journey and give them a laugh, cry, or simply bring a smile to their face, then it is all worth it. This story helped me through rough times in my life, and I can only hope it will do the same for the reader.





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