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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

New Releases for Satin Romance

Beer Run Beau by Jody Vitek
Returning to Minnesota after a decade in Chicago, Allie Shepard is committed to helping her ailing grandmother. Introduced to Jackson Weber at a New Year’s Eve party, her beer buns win over his daughter’s taste buds and his sweet kiss under the mistletoe wins over her long-chilled heart.

Chili Warmed Her Heart by Nancy Pennick
Kass Walker is a busy marketing executive living in Chicago. She doesn’t have time to date, relying on an app to do it for her. When an old high school crush steps back into her life, he brings up old memories of what could have been. Unexpected feelings rise to the surface. Will her well-guarded secret finally be exposed?

Miss Evergreen’s Plum Pudding Surprise by Amy Hahn
Miss Evergreen Cunning fell in love with Captain Pershing Ganville the day they contrived a prank involving flaming plum pudding and firecrackers. Now, she’s a woman dreaming of marriage and he’s a wounded soldier. Evergreen’s plan: bake plum pudding to unleash memories of their childhood, unlocking and healing Pershing’s heart.

A Chicken Tale by Sue Gesing
Molly Gilson is not a happy woman. Her life seems dull and she fears she is losing the connection with her husband. Then Molly sees an ad for the house of their dreams. There’s only one problem. It’s in New Mexico and she lives in Ohio. Can Molly make a tremendous move and hope her husband comes along? Or will she start a new life with new friends and a possible love interest? One little chicken dish may make the difference.

Tea and Scones by Gisele Margaux
Rhea knows she’s not good marriage material. With a love of tea strong enough to risk her social standing, love seems impossible. That is, until she meets Jasper.

Prepared with a Pinch of Stardust by J. A. Noelle
After sharing a childhood filled with dreams of being a chef and a writer, Megan and Jake find true romance to be much more difficult than the puppy love of their youth. When career ambitions begin pulling the two lovers in opposite directions, will their chemistry be enough to save the dreams of the future they built together?

Stir-Fried Love by Nancy Pirri
Hayley Sook Park is instantly attracted to Mark Arcand. Mark is equally attracted to Hayley. Besides, he’s never tasted better cooking than her Korean culinary delights at her family’s restaurant, Kimchi House. Can two people from very different worlds find love together and acceptance from their families?

Genre: Contemporary Romance | Anthology

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The Nature of Entangled Hearts by Emma Hartley
Can love survive the ultimate betrayal?
Rivals, Galen Odgers and Cam Fawst have shared many things. Gifted athletes and favored sons of Eagle River Wisconsin, both have been quarterbacks for the same legendary football team, the Warriors. Each was raised by a strong woman, and both love the same beautiful girl, Kjersten Solheim.
Though they despise each other, they are inexorably linked. But there is a secret about one of them, a secret that a mother took to her grave, that a high school coach swore never to reveal, and one whose consequences continue to reverberate.
Can love survive the ultimate betrayal and the revelation of a decades old secret?
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Under a Scottish Sky by Pamela Q. Fernandes
Seeking stars, finding love!
Michelle Reyes is a strong, guilt-ridden woman. Traveling as a nurse from her home in Manila to Scotland to see the stars, she meets Adrian, the son of her patient. She sees Adrian as arrogant, unforgiving and cruel. But is Adrian more than he appears to be?
Genre: Contemporary | Multicultural | Interracial Romance Novella
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Monday, October 9, 2017

Showcasing 3 Snippets from - No Strings Attached By Joanne Rawson

It would almost be about a month, yes a month ago now. I arrived home from work, a pile of mail greeting me on my doormat. Sifting through the usual bank statement, household bills, and a whimper at the balance of my credit card bill, I winced at the next letter, a thick cream-colored expensive envelope, striking thick black letters, bearing just my solitary name, MISS LAURA LEE.
It suddenly dawned on me; it was the month of May. Inwardly I groaned, knowing that by the end of September, I would have a line of these cream cards, embossed with gold letters on my mantelpiece, inviting one guest and me.
Wedding invitations are supposed to bring a smile to your face, with thoughts of a happy occasion that two people would be joining in Holy Matrimony, publicly declaring their love for each other. But for me, it was just confirmation that at thirty three, I’d spent all my time and efforts on my career, and before you get any preconceived ideas, I’m no super model, fashion editor of a glossy magazine, or a world renowned surgeon, I’m a plain Jane, boring auditor for a large chain of bars and restaurants, who has fought her way through a world of male bureaucracy, thus enabling me to buy my own house, and filling it with cherished belongings, in the process having forgotten my main cherished possession, a man to share it all with. It seems I would spend a lifetime receiving invites to Miss Laura Lee and guest.
There had been one man, three years ago—Robert—that after years together, I thought would be a lifelong possession. However, my friend, (now ex friend) had swept him from under my nose, like a professional bargain hunter at the first day of the Next sale. You know what I’m talking about, ladies, don’t you? Having admired it for weeks, but you knew it was way out of your price range. Then for hours you stood in the queue waiting, knowing exactly what you want, and then, when you finally see it on the rack, you can’t believe that it is still there. You take a minute to admire it, knowing it fits perfect, makes you feel good, and then, before you know it, some silly bitch snatches it from your reach. You also know bloody well, that in a few weeks, she will toss it aside, unwanted, and soiled. Well, that is exactly what Marsha Doyle did to me, the bitch. She’d always wanted everything I had, and when she finally got her perfect manicured claws in Robert, she played with him like a cat with a mouse.
So here I am, a month later, and only three days to my cousin’s big event. Not that I’m counting. Normally such trivialities as a wedding would be pushed to the back of my mind, if it hadn’t been for the phone call.
* * * *
Nine thirty, I was already an hour late, as I trudged down the street, my Gucci loafers pinching my toes, bearing a blister on my heel the size of a boiled egg, (another disastrous first day of a sale bargain.) Hitching my laptop bag back onto my shoulder, and my handbag slipping off the other, I had no hands free; my sports bag in one, and my heavy briefcase ripped rivets into my fingers of the other, I saw Adam Ford leaning back on the wall of the pub, smoking a cigarette, yet just another misfortune to my already stressed morning. Although Adam and I had been with the company for the same amount of time, our relationship consisted of a nod to each other as we passed each other in the office, all his communication via text or e-mail, actual words not being Adam’s forte.
It wasn’t poor Adam’s fault he was as quiet as a church mouse, and didn’t have the pizzazz like the iffy Chinese I had last night, being the first reason I was late for work. My red dragon had certainly breathed a ring o’ fire, spending most of the night perched on the loo, only to run out of bog paper! (I’ll not go into detail only to say the Subway wrapper from my meatball sub, reminded me of Izal toilet paper from my school days.)
Reason number two. Tentatively making my way to my car, parked on the main road outside my house, my backside on fire, I walked like I had a red hot poker stuffed up my bum, only to find some stupid idiot had banged into my front wing. Now I’m no mechanic but the way the wheel arch had crumpled into my wheel, I knew I was not going to get very far.
This was quickly followed by reason three; having to take public transport that I’d not had to do since college, forgetting they actually didn’t take you to your destination, which meant I would have to WALK the extra twenty minutes by foot! Ringing my dad, asking if he would look at the car and call out George, our trusty mechanic, only to be told dad had nipped out with the dogs, but mum would pass on the message.
Then crisis hit big time; reason number four. Mum announced that dad had booked us into The Chase hotel for Friday and Saturday night of my cousin’s wedding, and did I need two rooms or one for my guest?
“I was very surprised that you are taking someone. Really, Laura, you should have said, and I felt such a fool when Aunt Alison asked if it was a male friend. So tell me, who is it?” she said in her ‘why am I the last to know voice.’
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I whispered into my phone.
By mistake, I must have ticked the wrong box. There had been no hidden agenda. I hadn’t been on a date in months, and sad to say not a sniff of male testosterone in over a year.
While I listened to my mum twitter on about how nice it would be if her daughter was like Karen, her friend’s daughter, and how more like sisters they were, I wondered if I could let her down gently by saying I had made a huge mistake and there was no hidden lover, be it male or female in my life. When I caught the tail end of how she had bumped into Robert, (my ex,) and how he was so looking forward to seeing me at the wedding, my blood froze in my veins. On all accounts Robert was under the impression I was living a life of solitary confinement.
“How dare he,” I hissed down the phone. “After all this time, he swans back, from God knows where in the world, and assumes that I’m still broken-hearted? The arrogance of the man. Why the hell was he invited to Joanna’s wedding? No doubt to bloody humiliate me.”
“Laura, stop being so damned melodramatic, I hardly call Plymouth the other side of the world, and Robert has to be there since he’s Harvey’s best man.”
I had forgotten that that was how Robert and I had met. Joanna, and I being the same age, had met Robert and Harvey, while at Nottingham University. Joanna and Harvey, had concentrated on their careers, and building a relationship before tying the knot, whereas I had concentrated so much on my career, I was oblivious to Marsha digging her claws into Robert. Well he wasn’t going to get the satisfaction of thinking I had turned into some dried up, bitter spinster.
“Two rooms, Mum,” I said quickly as my stop was coming up.
My heart was pounding. Why had I opened my big mouth? Well, I know why, thanks to my mum setting the record straight, telling Robert that I did have a secret someone and we would all get to meet him at the wedding. So now what? I had no little black book of men I could call on. Where the heck was I going to find someone I could pass off as my boyfriend in just three days? Quickly I texted my friend Lisa, who had a black book as thick as war and peace, my fingers frantically punched away:
Help! Need a man for Friday & Saturday to be my date for wedding, no strings attached. Robert will be there! Call me A.S.A.P. Laura. Xxxxx
We walked to the sandwich bar, discussing our findings. It occurred to me that this was the most Adam and I had ever spoken to each other. I found his voice very soothing, very clear. If my Mum were here, she would be gagging at the bit to ask him if he was seeing anyone.
Mum had a thing about well-spoken men. “Did you hear how lovely he spoke? You can tell he was brought up well. Mark my words, he will have good manners and be the perfect husband,” was Mum’s philosophy of finding your ideal man.
Once inside the sandwich bar, I gave Adam my order, phone and lap top, and bolted for the loo. After a good fifteen minutes, I arrived back to see Adam perched on a stool in the window on the phone, no my phone I knew it was mine by the pink casing.
“What the hell?” I snatched it from his hand. Who is this?” I barked.
“And hello to you too, Laura,” came Lisa’s cheery voice. “A fine way to greet me seeing as I have spent all my hard earned profits on phone calls for you this morning, trying to dig you out of the poop.”
Lisa owned her own very chic and exclusive fashion boutique in a trendy Mews in Nottingham City centre. If anyone could find me a date, it was her. Not only had she dated every eligible bachelor in Nottinghamshire, and worked her way through Derbyshire, she was now stretching further afield to Leicestershire. She was the Who’s Who of men.
“Well I have some good news and some bad news, what will it be?”
“I could do with good news first.” I suddenly became excited. My palms began to sweat, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach, desperately wondering whom Lisa could have hooked me up with. Was it that barrister, Austin Templar? Now he was cute, and wasn’t it him whose Dad was a member of parliament? Ooooh… what about that Earl of somewhere, with the big stately home in the Peak District? He had the body of Brad Pitt in Troy and that gorgeous, come to bed face of Patrick Dempsey. Miles away thinking about Earls and members of parliament, I quite forgot to listen to Lisa’s good news until her next words startled me out of my musings.
“It may be small and more reddish than pink, but it fits quite snugly. I did try it out first, but it’s only for the weekend.”
I became very confused, and as you can imagine my mind was working overtime, wondering who or what was small, and more reddish than pink and fit snugly? I wondered if Lisa had gone beyond her call of duty in finding me a date. “Lisa what the hell are you talking about?’
“The dress I have sorted out for the wedding. Were you not listening?”
“Of course I was,” I lied. “I’m sure it will be fine. So what is the good news?”
“That was the good news, the bad news is… I’m sorry, Laura,” and then she mumbled, “I can’t find you a date.”
My heart raced in panic. “But you know thousands of men! You’re telling me not one of them said yes?”
I could sense Lisa’s embarrassment even down the phone—that awkward silence, the deep sigh as she thought of comforting words. “To tell you the truth, Laura, and I think you really should know, everyone I spoke to said the same. Firstly, to which I had to agree, two days notice is very short. All the people I know have their diaries booked up weeks, even months in advance.” Lisa endured another awkward silence before she continued. “Now what I’m about to say, please take it as constructive criticism, not from me. Laura, they said you are a beautiful and intelligent woman, which you are, but you come over as a little frosty.”
The reality of what Lisa said hit home; is that what men really thought about me? I couldn’t breathe; my heart was lodged in my throat, making it hard for me to swallow. “Frosty?”
“Look, Laura, don’t take it personally. Just because you wear your work suits on a date that conceal your boobs because you never have time to get home, and make an effort, or that you analyse a menu in a restaurant working out how much profit …..”
I gasped, “Do I really do that?”
“Oh, my god, I’ve said too much. Look, Laura, go to this wedding, hold your head up high and say bollocks to Robert, if you want my advice.”
I quickly interrupted, “Really, Lisa, I don’t want your advice, thank you, I’ll be round in the morning to fetch my outfit. Thanks anyway.”
I turned off my phone and took a deep breath. That was perfect, bloody perfect; apparently, across three shires, I was known as the frosty, smart aleck, who wouldn’t get her tits out for the boys. What made it even more unbearable was Adam had heard the whole bloody conversation.
I turned around to see a big smug smile plastered over his face and I snarled, “What in the word gives you the right to answer my phone?”
“Well, you did give it me, and it just confirmed my suspicions, and half the office, that Laura Lee is the Ice Queen and can’t get a date, even for a wedding. I bet you never have a second date either, do you?”
“How dare you?”
He, of course, was right, not quite but nearly. My problem was, I enjoyed the odd casual date, even the odd one night stand, maybe a second date, but we all know about the third date, and that freaks me out! A third usually means they wanted sex, and once that has happened, normal, honest guys, would expect at least a few months of commitment. However, the third date problem was not an issue, I’d never got past the first date, and now I knew why. God knows I wanted commitment too, but after Robert, the next guy had to be the right one.
I could feel the colour rushing to my cheeks as Adam laughed, pointing his finger at me. ‘Oh I am so right,” he gloated. I can see it written all over your face.’
My embarrassment suddenly turned to anger. “I don’t understand you. In all the years we have worked in the same office; you couldn’t bring yourself to utter two words to me. All of a sudden you think, after intercepting one phone call, which I might say is beyond rude, that I’m going to bear all to you about my personal life?” I grabbed my laptop and left.
Marching down the street, I heard Adam running behind me, shouting words that brought my self-esteem to an all-time low. “You know what you need is a male escort. Seeing as you’d be paying for his services, he would have no biased feelings, and ideally, for you, no strings attached.”
I carried on walking, trying not to make eye contact with the sniggering passers-by. Adam had a point. I did text those exact words to Lisa, “No Strings Attached.” Had I really dropped to that level, paying wannabe actors or even worse, waxy looking, out of work models, to take me out? No, this wasn’t for me.
Mid-evening, our mission for the day completed, the area manager shook both our hands, congratulating us on another corrupt manager that bites the dust.
Adam opened the door for me and with a roguish smile he said, “Ladies first.”
Funny, how he had changed during the afternoon, Adam had almost been civil, making light conversation instead of plugging into his iPod. He was almost likeable, almost.
I went to say my goodbyes when he took me by surprise with his next words.
“So what do you fancy, Laura, wine at The Grape Vine, or hammered at Ruskis?”
“You drink at Ruskis?” This was a very trendy and expensive vodka bar in the centre of town.
“Yes, and why shouldn’t I?”
I choose my words carefully. “You seem like a pint of real ale in your local, kind of a guy.”
Adam squeezed my shoulder, and shook his head. “See, I’ve learned something else about you today, Laura. You judge a book by its cover.”
For a second time today, he had been spot on with his assumptions. I did judge people, mainly men, by their looks, and I’m sorry but my street cred was already hanging by the thread. The last thing I needed was to be seen with a sixties throwback nerd.
“To tell you the truth, Adam, what I really fancy is a long soak in a hot bath, with a glass of red wine.”
“Sure, I’m up for that. Normally that would be a fourth date kind of thing for me, but hell, let’s cut with the formalities and get right to the nitty-gritty.”
“No, sorry I mean on my own!” I hope the look of disgust didn’t actually show on my face, so I smiled. Well, a joke from Adam was a first. At least I knew now he did have a bit of a sense of humour.
“Oh, well, can’t blame a man for trying, I suppose. I’ll just drive you home.”
“Please, there is no need.”
“Laura, look at you. You’ve got your laptop, you’re wearing Gucci shoes and if I’m not mistaken, an Armani suit? You’re just asking to be mugged in this area of town.”
I’m wondering how can a man who buys his suits and shoes at Save The Children knew Armani or Gucci when books and covers came to mind. “That would be very nice, thank you.”
Soon we pulled onto Lilac Avenue, and I told Adam my house was third on the left. Slowly we came to a stop outside, the engine died.
“Well, this is it.” I pointed to my three-story town house.
Leaning across me, Adam bent forward to look through the passenger window. “Wow, this is yours?” At my nod, he added. “It’s very nice.”
I felt there was little else to say. Adam and I had spoken earlier about where we lived so the conversation seemed to have been covered. I was more concerned about how uneasy I felt that his hand was resting on my thigh, and so close to me, his hair brushed my nose. There seemed to be an awkward silence. I knew asking him in for a drink was the polite thing to do, after all he’d asked first after leaving The Merry Men.
“Seeing as I’m off tomorrow, I suppose we’ll see each other at the office on Monday.” I tried to fumble with the door handle to make a quick getaway.
”Oh!” Adam turned his head, his nose now within an inch of mine. “Okay,” came a despondent reply.
“Unless…, you would like to come in for a drink?”
“That would be lovely.” He grinned.
Once inside, I pointed to the lounge area of my open-plan ground floor. Make yourself at home. What can I get you, beer or wine?”
“Wine would be great, thanks.”
“Red or white?” I turned to see Adam literally taking me up on my invitation, slinging his jacket onto the sofa, followed by his tie, and to my horror kicking off his shoes.
“Red.” He started to wander around the lounge, picking things up, looking at them, and putting them back down.
As I busied myself in the kitchen, with glasses and wine, I found my hands shaking as I tried to unscrew the bottle. Was it Adam getting intimate with my possessions, or quite simply just the presence of Adam, here in my home, that I tried to keep so separate from my business life. This was ludicrous. Why was I acting like it was the first time I’d invited a man back for a drink? I’d done it countless times, but then again I had an ulterior motive with them, to get their trousers off, and then they could fiddle with my knick-knacks as much as they wanted.
Adam broke my train of thought as to how long it had actually been since I’d had a man in my house, let alone without their trousers.
“To be honest with you, Laura, I assumed you to be a chintz and pink kind of a woman, but this ethnic theme you have, I really like it.”
Under normal circumstances, this would lead me into my chat up line, of traveling Asia, when at university, each possession coming with a story, and how even when I can, I go back and visit still. Telling tales of blue cloudless skies, romantic white sandy beaches, and the serenity of getting lost in the mysticism of temples, wafting pungent smells of incense and exotic spices, never fails at getting the carnal juices of my prey flowing. Well, there was no way I was going to let that happen tonight.
“One day, I will tell you about my travels, Laura. I’ll tell you about Thailand, Malaysia, and Indonesia, romantic white sandy beaches, cloudless blue skies, the aroma of incense and spices.”
I nearly dropped the two glasses of wine. Oh, my God, he had the same chat up line as me! “Yes I know I’ve been there too, I tell the same tale.” My face flushed, and the obvious shake of my hand as I passed him his glass, he knew.
Brazenly he chuckled, turned, and began to rifle through my cd collection. “I can’t believe it. We have two things in common, the same chat-up lines, and Michael Buble.” He held up a cd. “Do you mind?”
“No, not at all.” I willed him not to choose Michael’s Love Songs album; this little puppy of love was only ever dusted off the shelf as my foreplay tool. But that would be even more of a coincidence… and there was Buble crooning from my cd at seduction level, his Love Songs Album.
Up until now, it had never crossed my mind; my heart was beating like a racehorse galloping the last furlong. Noooo, surely not, not Adam; he couldn’t have been expecting more than a glass of wine, could he? Cans of worms opening in my mind. Refusing his advances, I’d proved I was the ice queen, to partake he would think I was desperate. Oh, god, and the uncomfortable encounters afterwards, in the office after expectations that one of us would ring first, and neither of us do. Then I’m not even going to open the can on judging each other on technical merit. And horror of horrors, I realised I’d not shaved my legs in over a week.
Holy mother, Adam had turned down the dimmer switch. “Yes, that’s nice. So we have wonderful wine and music, so…” He came and sat close to me on the sofa, draped his arm around the back, and I could feel his fingers lightly touching my neck. I tried to swallow but it felt like I had a huge lump of bread stuck in my throat. “Tell me, Laura, who is this Robert that has hurt you so badly, and do you think you can be fixed?”
Well, hello, kick a girl when she’s already down why don’t you? Three years trying to mend a broken-heart, by the man I really loved, and today finding out I had been shunned by three counties, and here was Professor Ford, trying to psychoanalysing me? Way to go Adam.
In my anger, it all came flooding from me like my Red Dragon Chinese last night.
“I was devastated, yes, at finding Robert in bed with Marsha, but what hurt me so badly, was what he said. ‘To be honest, Laura, you’re not worth the three hour commute for a bonk. If I really loved you then maybe, but if you really must know, you’re no fun in the sack.’ It’s one thing to be cheated on, while your friend still lays there as cool as a cucumber in your boyfriend’s bed. But to find the reason the love of your life was finishing it was because I was no fun at sex, well that was more than humiliating, and dammed well spiteful. So, there you go, Adam, can you fix that for me? Or will it just be a laugh with the men from work around the coffee machine?”
Adam fidgeted awkwardly with his glasses, shit. Shit, shit, shit. I really had gone too far this time. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. It’s just Robert is under the illusion that I live the life of a bloody nun. Then Mum tells him I’m seeing someone, and when I turn up on Saturday with nobody, it will add more ammunition for his firing guns.”
We sat in silence for a bit. Adam gawked at me, then he picked up his drink, downed it in one, and refilled it. He turned to me, with a caring smile, took my hand and softly said, “I think I can fix this.”
I was actually touched by his kindness. At least he hadn’t made a dash for the door, thinking I was some kind of nut job. “Thank you and I mean this in all sincerity. If it’s taken me three years and I can’t, I doubt you can.”
“I can and I will. Laura I would be honoured to be your guest.”
I begin to laugh. “Are you mad? It’s bizarre. Do you really think people would believe we were a couple?” Then I realise Adam is serious, as his smile slipped away. What the hell was I supposed to do now?
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New Releases for Melange Books

The Great Smoky Mountain Bank Job and other Sam Jenkins Mysteries by Wayne Zurl
When your high school classmate shows up on the FBI’s Ten Most Wanted List, can your police career get any more interesting? Prospect, Tennessee’s police chief Sam Jenkins handles a cold case robbery-homicide as a favor to a beautiful treasury agent and clears the forty-three year old mystery of THE GREAT SMOKY MOUNTAIN BANK JOB.
In MURDER IN A WISH-BOOK HOUSE, Sam investigates the most grisly killing of his career. Then, in V IS FOR…VITAMIN?, he works with an eighty-four year old partner to solve a suspicious death in a nursing home where all the suspects are well beyond their prime.
Hollywood meets the Smokies in FATE OF A FLOOZY when an academy award winner is murdered during her love affair with a much younger man. And HURRICANE BLOW UP and THE BUTLERS DID IT pits Jenkins against some very lethal characters when he tackles eastern European hoods who intend on causing mayhem in Prospect, and bank robbers who flee to the far corners of southern Appalachia to escape capture.

I Dream of Amy by Kira Barcelo  (contains adult content.)

Small-town Sheriff Jonah Vogel’s peaceful weekend is disrupted when he receives a mysterious delivery. After the truck drives off he opens the crate and out pops, of all things, a voluptuous genie! Or, at least, a blonde who does some scorching-hot justice to a genie outfit.

Amanda Brindle is trying to land an advertising account with an ice cream empire mogul for her Madison Avenue firm. One little problem: Her cohorts delivered her to the wrong address. Now, with a fast-moving blizzard moving in, Amanda is stranded with the hunky, bossy sheriff, who has a unique way of dealing with that sexy genie’s mischievous streak.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Three 5/5 Reviews for – Tangled Web of Love

25 September 2017
Full of energy, brilliant characters and extremely sexy...You will not want to stop reading it.. the more you read the more you want to know what will be next! I cannot wait for part two! I absolutely loved it! Great book!
              Reviewed By Adriana From London


Review on Goodreads rated Tangled Web of Love: 5/5 It was amazing
This is a good story! There was enough romance to go around and several sexy scenes which made my underwear uncomfortable lol.
               My excerpt of choice: A slight shudder quivered through him. In the two months, sixty-three days to be precise, since Sadie had sat on this couch, her witchcraft had not changed one iota. “Sadie,” he bit back, “I think I have an idea where this is going, please stop.”
“But I can’t, Paul,” she said as her fingertips delicately caressed his arm. “Your mouth, your mind-blowing hands touched, kissed, and tasted every inch of my body, as did mine to yours. Both of us shouting in delight as we climaxed over and over again. Tell me you don’t think of that night?”
               The whole story kept true to form and never ceased to make the next page desirable. Joanne Rawson got this one right! Definitely a good read. If you love modern romance you'll love this Tangled Web of Love.


A MUST READ! Tangled web of love lives up to its name. With lots of twists and turns this book is sure to have your emotions running. I found myself having a mixture of feelings for many of the characters with Sadie particularly being a character I both loved and hated at the same time. Just as you start to love her and feel sorry for how things are going Sadie manages to show her true colours and turn you right back around. This happens with many of the characters in the story and I can’t wait to read the second part to see if my feelings are warranted. This is a book you will not want to put down until you have finished. The twist at the end of the story will leave you hungry for the next book, I know for one I am keeping a keen eye on Joanne’s releases anticipating the next books arrival. This book is well written with a great story line.  I would rate this book a 5/5. Thanks for taking the time to write this book Joanne and cant wait to read more.
By Danny – Watford UK  Facebook Follower



Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Showcase – Bless Me Father By Tom Walsh

If you love a good Murder Mystery then don’t miss this impressive new book by Melange Author Tom Walsh

Bless Me Father

No place is as intimate as where you go to confess your sins.

Bless Me Father is a “who done it?” A story of love lost and love found in the midst of contemporary social issues of homelessness, addiction, and bringing the untouchable to justice.

Cloistered conversations in the confessional are sometimes tragic, sometimes humorous. It is a modern day crime mystery with character depth, a forbidden love, and a resurrected cold case.


Chapter One

  Grabbing a pair of surgical gloves from a nurse’s cart, his hands trembled as he slipped them on. His heart suddenly pounding heavily in his chest at the thought of what he must do. He realized that the antiseptic smell of the building made him nervous, reminding him that he was in a very controlled environment. This was not the type of place where a plan like his was typically carried out. He pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket under the doctor’s white smock that he had taken from the back of a chair just down the hall. He was looking the part, and he was feeling the part, like he belonged here. No one suspected. He checked the numbers on the paper as he strode with purpose. 108. 106. There it was—104.

Holding his breath, he slowly and quietly opened the door. Stepping into the darkness of the room, the door automatically closing behind him. The few lights penetrating the darkness of the room came from a distant streetlight beyond the closed curtains and the green digital readouts of medical equipment beside the patient’s bed. The only sound was a soft and steady whir of life support gear that was for some reason trying to keep this dying man alive. He approached the bedside.

The face of the man asleep looked haggard, gray and pale, in fact, he looked like he was already dead. Now he removed a bottle from the inside pocket of his inner jacket, unscrewing the bottle top, placing the cap on the rolling table by the bedside. Reaching down he grabbed a folded sink towel from a bedside shelf, neatly wrapping the towel around the open bottleneck.

With one hand, he reached behind the old man’s head and cradled his neck and skull, thinking that this man he once knew had shrunk considerably. He was surprised at how light the man’s body was as he pulled him up into an almost upright, sitting position. The man suddenly made a deep gasp and began to breathe deeply as if awakening from a nightmare.

He put the bottle to the man’s open mouth as his eyelids fluttered open and his bloodshot eyeballs seemed to roll back up into his head. For but a few seconds he was able to pour the fluid freely down the man’s throat, but then as he expected the old man’s gag reflex kicked in. At this point the man appeared to become fully conscious and he began to panic. The chaos of this moment was fueling him with more determination to control it. He tightened his grips on his victim.

The man’s weak arms flailed about but the tight hold on him limited his ability to do much else. The bottle began to knock dully against the man’s teeth as his bodily reflexes tried to reject the fluid that was now drowning him. The towel acted as a gasket and kept any fluid from escaping, otherwise it surely would have been spraying everywhere. The old man’s panic-ridden eyes tried to focus. They were searching for the cause of this sudden horror.

He then saw the moment of recognition in the old man’s eyes and felt great satisfaction in knowing that his victim now understood, their eyes communicating what was happening. No words were necessary.

The old man no longer flailed about, either because he gave up, or he was just unable to do so. His eyes were no longer panic-stricken. Instead, they seemed now focused on a point beyond the ceiling of the room. It was as if, that whatever he saw, he now saw clearly, and he had come to accept it.

Now loosening his grip on the old man, he removed the bottle and towel from his mouth and he let his body down gently on the hospital bed, closing the man’s eyelids and lifting his jaw to close his mouth. He gently turned the man’s head to the side, resting it on the pillow, and then placing the vodka bottle in his hand so it was trapped between his hand and leg.

He stopped to stare at the man before leaving the room, taking a deep breath just standing there momentarily at the foot of the hospital bed before he turned and walked out the door.
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Heat Level: 1 flame Sweet Love scenes are not consummated, or if the love scenes are   consummated details are not given.
Tom Walsh
Tom’s earliest education began in parochial schools in San Francisco. At 19 he took a summer job in the motor pool two floors underground at a large public utility. He finished his Management degree at night at St. Mary’s College of California and by the time he left the utility company 20 years later, he had ascended the management ranks, regularly meeting with company officers on the top floor. During that time, he honed his skills in writing business proposals while contributing articles to trade publications and company newsletters.
Outside of work and school he wrote and performed music with a rock band in clubs around Marin and Sonoma counties. Continually seeking new challenges, he took management positions in bay area startups that developed innovative consumer electronics.
He saw the start-up environment wane and was asked to return to the public utility now in the midst of a bankruptcy. Then as a self-employed business consultant he assisted utilities, consumer electronic start-ups, and companies in the food industry. Somewhere along the way he was the owner-operator of a restaurant.
All the while, Tom’s artistic endeavors continue to be freelance writing and music. He is married with two children and lives in Sonoma County.

Thursday, August 31, 2017

Showcase - Shamrock Stable Series by Fire & Ice Author Sharon Kennedy

If I was still a young whippersnapper of girl, this series would most certainly be in my reading collection.

Shamrock Stable #1
No Horse Wanted
The only thing that Robin Gibson wants for her sixteenth birthday is a 1968 Presidential Blue Mustang. Following their family tradition, what her parents promise her is a horse of her own, one with four legs, not four wheels. Mom competes in endurance riding, Dad does calf roping, her older brother games and her older sister loves three-day eventing, but Robin proudly says that she doesn't do horses. She'll teach her controlling family a lesson by bringing home the worst horse she can find, a starved, abused two-year-old named Twaziem.
Robin figures she'll nurse him back to health, sell him and have the money for her car. Rescuing and rehabilitating the Morab gelding might be a bigger challenge than what she planned. He comes between her and her family. He upsets her friends when she looks after his needs first. Is he just an investment or is he part of her future? And if she lets him into her heart will she win or will she lose?
Shamrock Stable #2

No Time for Horses

Sixteen-year-old Vicky Miller feels overloaded since her parents filed for divorce. Her mother got the house and a new job. Her step-dad has the new car and a new girlfriend. Vicky has the five kids, her younger half-brothers and sisters who range from 18 months to 10 years old to look after and her own life now comes second to their needs and wants.

It's been six months of house-cleaning, baby-sitting, cooking, non-stop laundry and Vicky is through waiting for her life to improve. She has plans for her sophomore year at Lincoln High and they don't include being an unpaid servant. If it takes a constant battle to attend her riding classes and complete her internship at Shamrock Stable, she's ready to fight for her goal to be the best natural horse trainer around.

Her parents may not have time for her to be with horses, but she has dreams no one can steal. Why should she give them away? But will keeping them mean she loses her family?

Shamrock Stable #2.5
A Shamrock Stable Novella
Deck the Stalls
All Sierra McElroy wants for Christmas is a guarantee the horses at Shamrock Stable will be home for the holidays. Her mother has decided they can't keep every horse and should sell some. Now, what can Sierra do to save her friends and Christmas for everyone?
Shamrock Stable #3
Nothing But Horses
If the going gets tough, wannabe cowboys exit stage left, according to Sierra McElroy.
Because her family owns the local riding stable, her old life was nothing but horses. Now, Sierra has a new car (new to her), a new puppy, a new school, a new coach, and a new basketball team.
However, she's brought her same old patterns into this new life. She still doesn't have any patience for stupid people who are a waste of time, space and oxygen.
In order to take over Shamrock Stable someday, does Sierra need to learn to tolerate these people who make her crazy?
Shamrock Stable #4
No Horse Left Behind
Champion show rider, Dani Wilkerson, loves her Quarter Horse mare, Lady, and wants to ride Western or ‘cowgirl’ style with her friends at Shamrock Stable. However, her glory-seeking parents have other plans for Dani that include three-day eventing and an eventual career in Olympic competition. They think all her riding activities should support this goal. While she wishes they understood her need to express her individuality, she also hates to disappoint them.
Then she discovers their plans to enroll her in an elite boarding school, sell Lady, and buy her an award-winning, event horse. Stunned by the betrayal, Dani knows she must stop them somehow. She isn’t a mere extension of their egos. When she fights back, she learns just how far they will go to achieve their ends, but how can she possibly defeat them?
Shannon Kennedy
Shannon lives and works at her family business, Horse Country Farm, just outside of Granite Falls in Washington State. Teaching kids to ride and know about horses since 1967, she finds in many cases, she's taught three generations of families. Her life experiences span adventures from dealing cards in a casino, attending graduate school to get her Masters in Teaching degree, being a substitute teacher, and serving in the Army Reserve—all leading to her second career as a published author.
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