Thursday, October 30, 2014

Black Cats and Ballet Shoes Book Blast!

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. The author will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter via Rafflecopter. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
Gemma Mayfield feels like middle school is a lot to bite off and chew. School, ballet classes, and planning on how to get Trevor Davis to ask her to the Halloween Dance are a tough balancing act. On top of that, Gemma is convinced that her science teacher, Ms. Pruett, is a witch.

When things start getting fishy at school, Gemma knows that Ms. Pruett is behind it all! Students are getting spells placed on them and start to go missing. Gemma and her best friend, Izzie, vow to stop Ms. Pruett from doing any more damage. Will they be able to save Middleton Middle School from witchcraft?
~Enjoy an Excerpt~
One of my favorite moves in ballet is called the grand battement. It’s where you kick up your leg high into the air. Because I’m the tallest person in dance class (with the longest legs, too), Madame Lisette always gets excited and claps her hands together. “Very good, very good! Don’t forget to point those toes!” Now, I always get excited when I do them, too, because I get to pretend like I’m kicking off Madame Lisette’s prim glasses from the tip of her pointy nose. It’s a win-win situation for both of us. This is one of the reasons why I love ballet.

At the end of class today, Madame Lisette passed out an info sheet about where the recital was going to take place. Izzie started rummaging in her purse and took out the sheet for the witch coven meeting. “Look!” she said, pretty much smacking me with the sheet and almost giving me a paper cut. “Our performance and the coven meeting are both going to be on Sunday night, and they’re only a few blocks away from each other!”
,br> “So if we sneak away right when we get off stage…” I didn’t even have to answer that sentence before Izzie grabbed my hands and started jumping up and down.

“Eeeeeeeeee! We’re totally going!”

“Izzie, keep your voice down!” Geez, it was a coven meeting, not a party! But I couldn’t help but jump up and down with her a bit. I must admit, it was sort of exciting having the bejeezus scared out of you.
~About the Author~
Iva Valentino lives in Arizona with her husband and their dog, Lupo. She graduated from the University of Arizona with a Bachelor’s degree in Biology and a Master’s degree in Education. She loves living year-round in the warm desert.

Iva spent many years as a middle school teacher, where she enjoyed doing fun science experiments with her students. She currently works as a science editor at an educational publishing company. She loves travel, yoga, and photography. There is nothing that brings her more happiness than a good dance class!

Website: www.IvaValentino.com
Blog: www.ivavalentino.com/blog Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ivaavalentino

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Curvy Girls Guide to Love Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon Giftcard Giveaway!)

Countess Curvy: A Curvy Girl's Earl
 Audrey Mills is in London to organize a charity fashion event, where she meets Duncan Collins, the Earl of Thronhill. Confident in her curves, Audrey doesn't expect Duncan to want more than a holiday fling. But when things begin to heat up, will she panic and run?

Boss Likes Curves: A Curvy Girl's Billionaire
 VP of Development, Sabrina McKenna, has worked hard to get where she is with Gideon Hotels. When Gideon Marquez asks her to attend several important business functions, Sabrina agrees. It's only after 2 months of these functions that she realizes they've been dating. And she's fallen hard for her boss. Can Gideon convince her what he feels for her is forever? Or will Sabrina's insecurities make her flee?

Curvy's Cad: A Curvy Girl's Mistake? 

Eliza Lyons isn't interested in Craig Grant's attentions beyond the platonic. He's a playboy and boy does she know better. They lunch, they gossip, he tells her things about her current dates she doesn't want to hear and she thinks he'll never outgrow his playboy ways. Then Craig lays down the gauntlet and informs her he intends to show her what a real seduction is.
~Try an Excerpt!~
Countess Curvy: A Curvy Girl’s Earl:

“That was cruel, Ms. Mills,” Thornhill stated. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and a slow smile spread over his lips. “You’d curse me to an evening of inane conversation, followed by inappropriate groping?”

“You don’t strike me as a man to shun inappropriate groping,” Audrey added with a smile of her own.

“Well…not from the right woman.” He pushed off the wall, all coiled grace and sex.

Audrey studied him for a long moment. Suddenly their conversation had turned from a game of fun flirting to more. Much more. She came to the astonishing conclusion that this shockingly handsome tall drink of deliciousness was actually into her. She could feel her eyes widen as she looked up at him.

“Come now, Ms. Mills.” Thornhill took a step closer, his gaze steady on hers. “I can’t believe you aren’t pursued every waking moment.”

“I must admit while I’m used to the delivery man or the odd photographer appreciating my curvaceous figure,” Audrey was surprised her voice held steady. “You are my very first…earl.”

“It’s good to be first.” His smile was slow and suggestive, and it took Audrey more than one moment to look away from his lips. What would they feel like against hers? What did he taste like? She licked her own lips at the thought, and then regretted it when his eyes followed the move.

Maybe not regret, not if the rush of heat through her was any indication. No definitely not regret.

“So, what do you say?” Thornhill asked, his voice low, a caress over her bare skin. “Will you rescind your rejection and accompany me to dinner tonight?”

A million things went through Audrey’s mind—everything from Is he joking? to Can I really do this? It would be such a fantasy to enjoy this man, to joke with him, to kiss him. To have him. Audrey had never really fallen headlong into the self-esteem chubby girl trap, but she still knew full well that this type of pairing never happened. Never.


She tore her gaze from his mouth, a small, thin voice telling her that wondering what he tasted like was the last damn thing she should be wondering. “Between two evils, I always pick the one I’ve never tried before.” The Mae West quote raced through her mind, and she heard herself saying, “I suppose it would nice to experience London with a native.”
~Meet Kristabel!~ 
Kristabel Reed lives on the East Coast and loves to explore the steamier side of historical romance. Historical ménages in particular-they add an element of danger and discovery to make them all the hotter. Contemporary ménages are a world unto themselves, and her upcoming Havenbrook Ménages Series will tell the tale of a small California town.

She loves reading, watching old movies, and anything Cary Grant. And is always interested in talking about erotic romance. Because...yum!


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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

What Casts the Shadow Blog Tour (+$50 Amazon GC)

Title: What Casts the Shadow?
Author: Seth Mullins 
Series: N/A
Pages: 241
Date Published: January 4th, 2014
Publisher: Create Space
Format: Kindle 
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
A troubled young rock musician, a mystic mentor, and a generation of lost souls longing for a new voice to emerge from the wilderness...

When an altercation outside of a performance venue nearly proves fatal, Brandon Chane begins to realize how far his life is spinning out of control. His efforts to channel his pain, frustration and thwarted loves into his music may not suffice to save him. Then he meets Saul, a crisis counselor with the soul of an ancient medicine man, and a far-reaching journey of healing - one that may teach him how to steer away from the very edge of the abyss - begins.

~Guest Post!~
Pondering the Muse by Seth Mullins 
The Greek god Dionysus was a music-maker. He was associated with both intoxication and creativity. The Greeks referred to him as “the One who comes, who arrives.” I think of the Muse in similar terms. She “arrives”. We can’t book her, or try to bind her to a schedule – or even, for that matter, to our own conceptions of time. The best we can do is see that the space is made ready, that the clutter of our minds is cleared – or at least managed to such an extent that the voices of inspiration can ring through unhindered.

I think a lot of this has to do with our own mental habits. They’re strongly tied in with what is known – or what we think we know – whereas ‘The Muse’ is a term we give to that phenomenon when the Unknown intrudes upon our orderly daily lives and throws everything into a state of creative chaos.

Dionysus had a similar effect upon the folk of the Grecian countryside when he arrived among them.
The reasoning mind wants to keep us where we feel safe. But if the Muse is to usher in the new then we must, of necessity, be pushed out of our comfort zones. We lose sight of all familiar shores for a while in order that we may discover things we’d not known before, insights we’d not pondered, wisdom we’d not attained. It’s the Hero’s Journey, every time we set out along the path that our creativity bids us to take.

Some people fear creativity for this very reason. It feels reckless, out of control. Even those of us who are acclimated to this path, who have chosen it for our life’s vocation, can feel the edges of that fear sometimes. Where might our Muse sweep us away to – what far, fair country? Will we still recognize ourselves, and our world, when we get there?

Ah, but without that kind of movement the individual, and society at large, would never grow and change. And standing still is not as safe as reason and prudence would have us believe. We must evolve. We must seek new sensations and insights and ideas or else we will surely perish of stagnation. It is in our nature to move, no matter how comfortable and secure we may believe we are in the places that we’ve staked out for ourselves at the moment.


The Muse is capricious because She well knows how limiting our conceptions of ourselves and our world can be. She playfully prods us to step out from the apparent safety of our own ideas and embrace some more expansive visions. She is our Way Forward in every uncertain age; and for this reason, She is the goddess that every creator must inevitably pray to.
~Try an Excerpt!~
The Edge

I suppose you could compare it to driving on a high mountain road. You don’t realize how close you are to free-fall, or how sheer and far is the plunge, until you go around a bend where one side is exposed to open air and then there it is: The Abyss.

There’s this edge that you can come to – I imagine it’s a different place for each of us – and you just know that once you get swept over it you won’t be coming back. By the time you’re close enough to see it it may already be too late. You could find yourself teetering, suddenly hearing the warnings that life had been giving you all along, knowing that it’s become impossible to step back; because by that time, those other forces – the ones pounding like the rapids at your back, always trying to push you towards that edge and then over it – have grown too strong.


Tommy and I first talked about forming a band together before either of us had learned to play an instrument. We both perceived music – particularly, its heavy, extreme underside - as the ideal vehicle for our personal salvation. The first guitar that I purchased, a Fender Telecaster that I immediately spray painted black to my father’s horror, became my refuge. It was my best friend and confidante. It gave me a convenient excuse to avoid social situations that, more often than not, would only remind me of how far off the beaten path I really was.
~Meet Seth!~ 
Seth Mullins draws upon the great sweep of human soul-journeying to weave his tales. He's inspired by music, shamanism, dreams and the mysteries and miracles of our inner life. His greatest love as a writer is for fiction that depicts a journey towards self-awareness in the deepest sense.

"Probably the most valuable thing that I learned throughout my spiritual journey in this life is the importance of trusting in one's self. Many of our cultural lessons encourage us to ignore or even fear our inner reality. And yet it is this realm that really does hold the answers to all of our questions, and can point the way towards the most fulfilling life experiences possible for us."


Mr. Mullins has lived in Maine, Connecticut, New Mexico, Oregon and Vermont. 

Seth will be giving away a $50 Amazon giftcard to a randomly drawn winner! 
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Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Heart of Christmas Blog Tour! (+$100 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: The Heart of Christmas
Author: Brenda Novak
Series: Whiskey Creek #7
Pages: 384
Date Published: October 28th, 2014
Publisher: Harlequin MIRA
Format: Paperback
Genre: Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
Just call her Christmas Eve… 
Eve Harmon has always enjoyed Christmas, but this year it reminds her of everything she doesn't have. Almost all her friends are married now, and that's what Eve wants, too. Love. A husband and kids of her own. But the B and B she manages, and even Whiskey Creek, the small Gold Country town where she was born and raised, suddenly seem…confining. 
Eve's worried that her future will simply be a reflection of her past. There's no one in the area she could even imagine as a husband until a handsome stranger comes to town. Eve's definitely attracted to him, and he seems to have the same reaction to her. But his darkly mysterious past could ruin Eve's happily ever after just when it finally seems within reach. And just when she's counting on the best Christmas of her life!
~Try an Excerpt!~
There was a naked man in her bed.

Eve Harmon’s stomach tensed, and her heart skipped a beat—but she was pretty sure she’d invited him. From the way their clothes were strewn carelessly around the room, it was obvious that, not long ago, she’d been happy to have him with her.

She nearly groaned as her eyes swept over him. What had she done? She didn’t have a boyfriend and she never slept around. She hadn’t been with anyone since Ted Dixon—an old friend who had briefly turned into more a year ago. And before him, it had been much longer. Most people, at least those younger than her parents, would consider her extended periods of celibacy rather pathetic for a woman her age. But she lived in a small town, cared about her reputation and had been holding out for the kind of love that came with a white picket fence.

She just hadn’t found the right guy, and she was beginning to think maybe she never would. The odds weren’t in her favor. Now that most of her friends were married, she didn’t get out all that often.

But she had a lot to be grateful for in spite of her dismal love life, she quickly reminded herself. Although she’d never been the type who wanted work to become her sole focus in life, she liked her job. She ran Little Mary’s, a B and B in a converted Victorian owned by her retired parents. They lived in the house a hundred yards in front of her own small bungalow—when they weren’t traveling in their RV like they were at the moment. Thanks to them, and the quaint, bucolic area where she’d been raised, her life had always been pleasant and safe—and predictable. Absolutely predictable.

Until now.

God, she hadn’t even slept with someone she knew. And since there were only about two thousand people in Whiskey Creek, it was hard to find someone she didn’t.

Shifting carefully so she wouldn’t wake the man lying next to her—she needed to regain her bearings before confronting him—she tried to get a look at his face, but a thunderous headache made it difficult to sit up. That headache also explained how she’d ended up in this predicament. Last night she’d made the mistake of going out to celebrate her thirty-fifth birthday even though her friends weren’t available until tonight, and she’d drunk too much. She’d been determined to do something wild and fun and completely out of character before reaching such a significant age, the age at which some doctors advised against getting pregnant.

Now she was paying the price for her out-of-control evening.

Had they even used birth control?

Briefly squeezing her eyes shut, she sent up a silent prayer that she’d had the presence of mind for that at least. It would be entirely too ironic for someone like her—someone so cautious—to get pregnant because of a one-night stand.


What have you done?
~Meet Brenda!~ 
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of more than fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs an annual on-line auction for diabetes research every May at www.brendanovak.com (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised over $2 million. For more about Brenda, please visitwww.brendanovak.com.

Brenda will be awarding a $100 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $50 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn host. You can also check out Brenda's own site for her 12 Days of Christmas Contest
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Pitch Imperfect Blog Tour! (+$50 Amazon GC Giveaway)

Title: Pitch Imperfect
Author: Elise Alden
Series: N/A
Pages: 225
Date Published: October 20th, 2014
Publisher: Carina Press
Format: Kindle Edition
Genre: Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
Once-famous singer Anjuli Carver has returned to tiny Heaverlock Village alone and nearly broke. She’s poured every last penny into a rambling Victorian manor, hoping to start over. Trouble is, her money pit is falling to pieces and the only restoration architect for miles is Rob Douglas…her ex-fiancé.  For eight years, Rob has regretted not telling Anjuli why he never answered her letters. Being left at the altar broke his heart, but being used for sex one night in London after the fact nearly drove him to the edge of sanity, and he’ll be damned if he allows Anjuli to wreak havoc on his life again. He’ll restore her manor, all right, and give her taste of her own medicine while he’s at it.

But how long can revenge last when memories of their shared past keep rushing to the surface? Soon, Rob wants answers. Why did Anjuli leave the international spotlight to become a recluse in the Scottish Borderlands? And why does she refuse to sing? Anjuli wants nothing more than to be left alone with her grief, even as she struggles to keep her sexy fantasies about Rob in check. With gossipy villagers, interfering friends and more secrets between them than notes on a scale, Anjuli and Rob will need to find forgiveness in order to work together, then decide if they’re willing to risk it all on an encore performance.
~Meet Elise!~ 
Elise reads, writes and revels in romance, and is never happier than when caught up in a heart-thumping, sweat-your-socks-off tale—hers or somebody else’s. She loves creating stories about flawed characters, people for whom love isn’t simply a question of boy-meets-girl, but a gut wrenching journey of transformation.

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To find out more about Elise and her books, check out her website www.elisealden.com . Drop by and say hello  on https://www.facebook.com/Revellin.Romance or tweet to her @elise_alden

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The Heart of the Phoenix Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon Giftcard Giveaway!)

Title: The Heart of the Phoenix
Author:  Barbara Bettis
Series:  N/A
Pages: N/A
Date Published: September 3rd, 2014
Publisher:  The Wild Rose Press
Format: ebook
Genre:Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Memories Lady Evelynn’s childhood hero is home—bitter, hard, tempting as sin. And haunted by secrets. A now-grown Evie offers friendship, but Sir Stephen's cruel rejection crushes her, and she resolves to forget him. Yet when an unexpected war throws them together, she finds love isn’t so easy to dismiss. If only the king hadn’t betrothed her to another.

Can be Cruel Sir Stephen lives a double life while he seeks the treacherous outlaws who murdered his friends. Driven by revenge, he thinks his heart is closed to love. His childhood shadow, Lady Evie, unexpectedly challenges that belief. He rebuffs her, but he can’t forget her, although he knows she’s to wed the king’s favorite.

And deadly When his drive for vengeance leads to Evie’s kidnapping, Stephen must choose between retribution and the love he’s denied too long. Surely King John will see reason. Convict the murderers; convince the king. Simple. Until a startling revelation threatens everything.
~Guest Post!~
Cooler weather is coming. Time to hit the stores for a new fall outfit. If we lived in a castle in Lady Evelynn’s day, 1199, we couldn’t just run down to the mall. We’d have to get the fabric and either make the garment ourselves or have the castle seamstresses sew it. We might even spin the thread out of wool from our own sheep and weave it into fine woolen fabric to use.

Patterns weren’t precut. Lady’s clothing was cut in rectangles for the body of the gown and triangles for the sleeves. A small piece of fabric called a gusset helped the sleeve fit.

We might be able to afford silk or other less common fabric (velvet didn’t come into use in England until later in the medieval period.) But unless we were going to court or to a celebration at another noble’s residence where fancy attire was called for, we’d settle for a woolen gown. Scarlet, by the way, was both a fabric and a color at that time. The fabric was very expensive and not affordable for any but the wealthy.

Our wool gown could be dyed a variety of colors, derived from various plants handy around the castle and gardens or in the nearby woods. Various shades of blue, yellow, green, brown, were among the ones that could be made rather handily from plants, roots and nuts.

Alum, imported by England from Sicily and North Africa by 1200, was usually used as a ‘mordant’ to help with colorfastness. Iron could also be used. Also essential in the dying process: ammonia. That was plentiful in all households in the form of stale urine. (Ick)

Our undergown or chemise likely would be fine, soft linen. Linen didn’t take dye very well, so most linen was plain, unbleached, thus perfect for undergarments.  For us ladies of the manor, though, it could be bleached—possibly by laying the fabric in the sun until it whitened.

We’d have our new linen chemise, or undergown, and new woolen overgown. These items of clothing were known by various names throughout the medieval era. But that’s another story. J

Once these items were completed, we could decorate them. We might use fur on the sleeves or perhaps at the neckline. For special occasions, we might add some jewels (or stones as writings of the period called them). But we could also embroider designs around the neck and sleeves.

We don’t want to forget new headcoverings. Heavier fabrics could be used for veils or wimples, but the lighter weight fabrics such as fine linen and silk were also available. They could be simple squares of fabric, or they could be complicate caps that circled the face and hid the hair, with gorgets passing under the chin. But according to Calthrop in his Enlgish Costume, during the time of Richard I, ladies usually wore the lighter squares of linen or silk. Depending upon our income, we might have fancy circlets to hold them in place.

There. Now we’re all set for the fall festivities. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to hate to get my new outfit dirty. Look at all the trouble to replace it!

When I was writing of Evie’s outfits on her journey home to England, I chose to have her wear
one of the heavier, more encompassing, headcoverings. If I were riding horseback for days in the

wind, dirt and rain, I’d want my hair covered!
~Try an Excerpt!~
Evie could tell Stephen was angry now by the way he glowered and roared in that whispery sort of way no one else could hear, but left her with no doubt of his displeasure.

“Your betrothed.” He bent and scooped her off the floor.

“What? What about him?”

“That’s the identity of the illustrious lord who’s sharing passage with us.”

“You’re drunk. And put me down. I’m perfectly capable of getting up on my own.”

“Be quiet. You have blood on your leg.”

“Of course I do. I tripped and fell trying to answer your pounding when you could easily have opened—” His words finally penetrated her throbbing head. “I’m bleeding?”

Oh, blast. The contents of her—empty—stomach churned. She attended the villagers’ hurts, bound the cuts and scrapes of servants and their children. The sight of their blood bothered her not a whit. But her own? Black spots danced at the corners of her vision, becoming larger and larger until she heard Stephen’s voice.

“Evie, Evie. What the hell?”

His voice echoed so far away. If she didn’t know better, she’d vow he sounded alarmed. Perhaps she’d close her eyes for a moment. As the ringing in her ears crescendoed, she recalled
his words. Betrothed.

Her betrothed was on board?


Dear Lord, just let me die.
~Meet Barbara!~ 
Award-winning author Barbara Bettis has always loved history and English. As a college freshman, she considered becoming an archeologist until she realized there likely would be bugs and snakes involved. And math.

A former health insurance claims adjuster, a former journalist, a former journalism teacher, Barbara Bettis plans never to be a “former” author. Currently, she supports her writing habit as an adjunct English instructor at a community college near her home in Missouri.

She now lives in Missouri, where by day she’s a mild-mannered English teacher, and by night she’s an intrepid plotter of tales featuring heroines to die for—and heroes to live for.


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Monday, October 27, 2014

REVIEW: Black Hole Bounty (+$10 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Black Hole Bounty
Author: Sienna Bronwyn
Series: Black Hole Bounty #1
Pages: N/A
Date Published: August 19th, 2014
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Format: ebook
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Destiny is written in the stars? Maybe, but when you’re in a black hole you make your own damn destiny.  It’s not every day you get abducted by an alien general, but then, Jerusa Whichab isn’t having an average day. Earth is fading from view and she’s got a decision to make—cooperate with her despotic, yet unnervingly attractive captor or receive an injection of goo. General Toyeb can’t be trusted, and his body-healing, mind-blowing Theta waves leave her panting for more. But what choice does she have if she’s to stay alive?  None, if enemy bounty hunter Berwyck dal Korth has his way. Intent on capturing Jerusa, he performs a binding ritual to ensure she cannot escape him—a ritual with unforeseen side effects for both of them. Forced into hostile proximity, Berwyck and Jerusa battle to subdue their rising attraction, but will they conquer their desire—or succumb?

~My Thoughts~
A mysterious virus is wiping out an alien race (scary Ebola thoughts anyone?) and Jerusa Whichab has the "magic touch" or at least her blood does. In order to stop the virus, Jerusa is kidnapped and let at the mercy of the alien's General Berwyck. The world building was fun and interesting and the story wasn't your Plain-Jane romance. The aliens were cool and not your everyday galactoids. While I found the originality very refreshing, I found myself with a rather unsympathetic view of the two leads.

Jerusa was not what you could really call a strong character. She does absolutely nothing but whine and moan over her situation. She's an object really. She is moved and affected by those around her and almost nothing she does really has any affect.  As such, she got on my nerves quite a bit. I could just see her flailing and wringing her hands going "oh woe is me!". I like my female leads with a little more spice or intelligence...add some Katniss or Hermione to her at least! Berwyck was a bit less cliche. He was dark and brooding, true, but he wasn't quite the devoted leading man we've come to expect. He had a lot of hard edges that defined him and made him stick in my mind a lot more than Jerusa.

Black Hole Bounty is the kind of book that isn't going to take you forever to read. It's not particularly deep, but it's enjoyable and has some unique flavor that makes it work on many different levels. If you can get over Jerusa's character weaknesses, you should be sitting pretty with a fun intergalactic romance! 
~Try an Excerpt!~
My skin tingled with awareness. Someone, something was observing me from the shadows. I had to risk a peek, one tiny glance in the direction of that menacing energy.

“Welcome.”

The voice was male, clipped, but it had a hollow quality, as though it were filtered through a long tunnel. It sounded as if it came from the bottom right corner. I blinked rapidly, but my effort revealed only a fuzzy, humanoid shape. I ached to ask questions, demand answers, but couldn’t see who or what to demand them from. Where the hell were my glasses? Oh. Right. They’d fallen off during the Cessna crash. One minute I was hurtling to my death over my Caribbean island, and the next—the next my body felt as though it were being deconstructed, catapulting through the air and onto a spaceship. An experience my stomach had punctuated by hurling the beans and rice I’d had for lunch.

“Who’s there?” I croaked out. “Show yourself.”

“Are you rational?”

Good question. “Am I on a spaceship?”

“A military war vessel, to be exact.”

“Then I think I’m crazy.”

“Your behavior suggests as much.” This with a hint of irritation.

“Well, you’d act crazy, too, if you’d been through what I have,” I said, none too cautiously. “You abducted me.”

“No, I saved you.”

Was his emphasis on “saved” meant to make me feel grateful? “Thanks, much appreciated, but you have to take me back now.”


A heavy, put-upon sigh. “That is what you always say.”
~Meet Sienna!~ 
Sienna spent her adolescence staring at the dark skies over the Caribbean coast of Panama, dreaming up romantic adventures she now delights in writing down. She reads, writes and revels in romance, and she’s attracted to off-beat, sexy characters—in fiction and in real life! These days she lives a long way from the Caribbean, but when she drags her husband and children to Hermitage Castle to gaze at the stars, the vast beauty of space makes her feel at home.  Who knows, maybe an alien will pop down and invite them on a ride?

You can find out more about Sienna and her books on her website: www.siennabronwyn.com.

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