Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Biography: Love Seen From Hell My thoughts 5Stars

By John Emil Augustine
Published: June 22, 2012 
Words: 71956 (approximate)
Language: English
Genre: Biography
ISBN: 9781476093369
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Short description

The realest romance you'll read this fall! Truthful and addictive, the first-person narrative looks at 21st century romance, marriage with children, and divorce from a regular guy’s perspective. Augustine delves deep into his own abuse, the hopeless place in which he finds himself during divorce, new beginnings, and his ordeal’s significance in retrospect. Free this month! 

Extended description

This rare and honest first-person account looks at 21st century romance, marriage with children, and divorce from a regular guy’s perspective. The colorful and addictive narrative delves deep into spousal abuse, the hopeless place in which a father finds himself during divorce, new beginnings, and his ordeal’s significance in retrospect. John Emil Augustine’s insight throughout, the result of his own tragedy and redemption, is nothing short of eloquence itself written in a very down-to-earth, casual way. This heart-jerking, wisdom-flecked story is a must read for lovers of fiction and non-fiction alike.
John Emil Augustine has been a landscaper, musician, English professor, welder, forklift operator, and is the father of four boys. John writes and performs in his spare time. “Love Seen from Hell” is his first novel. 

Adult-content rating:

This book contains content considered unsuitable for young readers 17 and under, and which may be offensive to some readers of all ages. 
"What first prompted me to start writing this was my friend whom I have always thought of as my kid sister. She had recently gone through some tough shit and I wanted to do something to help. She was living away from home and was trying to process her own episode while dealing with home sickness. I thought by giving her my story in small installments, about a chapter a day, she would have something to look forward to each day and to which she could possibly relate. Had it not been for her encouragement throughout the process, this book would not have been written. She seemed to like the story enough to encourage me to keep writing as I went, rough as my writing was in its rushed state.
An excellent writer in her own right and of a far more literary background than I, her admiration and thoughtful reactions as the story progressed were what kept me at it. I typed it up in the warehouse where I work, on breaks and in the few quiet moments between shipping and receiving, then sent it to her each day at the end of my shift. It was interesting that when my mind was already on the topic, doing the manual labor gave me a chance to arrange my thoughts before I sat down to write. I ended up working on my warehouse tasks specifically because I needed time to process what I was going to write next...oh, and because that's what I'm paid to do, though the pay was admittedly secondary at the time. I came to realize that neither act, the manual nor the intellectual labor, was much different than the other. They both were harmonious, simultaneous actions. One gave my mind a break, and the other, my body a break. In so doing, I never got tired of my work, the warehouse nor the writing. How strangely complimentary, though seemingly unrelated, some things can be!
While I was learning about my own writing process, I figured I was helping my friend out, too. I think what I was writing perhaps helped in some small way, but by the end she pretty much said my conclusions didn't really apply to her situation. So much for my finding an applicable story! The thing is: everyone walks away from a story with something different, so I don't mind that my conclusions were not hers. Everyone sees the same thing in a different way, and the importance of storytelling has a lot to do with the ensuing discussion. We need such discussions as a larger community to collectively better ourselves as inhabitants of the planet. Our stories can serve multiple purposes, and thus far this one has served a couple. Perhaps it will serve a purpose for you as well. Please feel free to let me know if it does. As I once did with the stories I used to tell in my own English classes, I certainly welcome discussion from you in this forum.
Enjoy the story. It is true and it is here almost exactly as I sent it to my friend, my kid sister, from late March to early May 2012 in chapter installments."
-John Emil Augustine, July 2012


John Emil Augustine grew up in Minneapolis, MN and toured in his twenties and early thirties with local and national acts; writing, arranging, and performing on the road with well-known Jazz, Blues, Gospel, Reggae, Post Funk, Prog Rock, and Folk Rock groups. John has also been a landscaper, welder, English professor, and forklift operator. He currently lives in Moorhead, MN with his wife and four boys.

My Thoughts
This was such an amazing biography that it felt unsincere to say this is my review. Since you can not rate a persons life by the measure of stars. It would not be honest nor truthful on my part to distinguishing the author's life lessons as a mere story. Then we have learned nothing from his perspective. His main reason for starting this book to help a dear friend and sister. We are all connected like a puzzle. Each brings a piece to complete the picture. Some pieces are skew with indents that just does not make sense but when the image unfolds the piece fits perfectly. This is one piece to be cherished until it fits in your life. Lessons learned comes with a price. Not everyone is willing to pay that price. It can bring out the best or the worst it all depends on your point of view. In John's life it turned for the best but I believe this is not the end. Age has taught me that. Trails shapes us, refines us and at the end the result is what God intended all along. His image incarnated in out very soul.
Humbleness, Honesty, Courage and a good measure of wisdom revealed a world of abuse and bullying from a man's view in a failed marriage. Mistakes was made on both sides but yet not once I saw a man that said this was your fault. He never shifted blame in it self that speaks of integrity.
He looked within him self where he could change, not only for himself but his son. His main concern. At the end it cost him heaven on earth but yet it was only a shadow with what he end up with. John's life is an open book for those who is seeking answers with their own questions, their own struggles. I saw a lot of myself in both John and Cindi. It brought me to tears. 
"Your life is a process to be enjoyed." he has learned the hard way. Sometimes we miss that lesson in our own trails. It is easy to say Cindi was manipulative[and she was, no doubt] a bully but yet John never blamed her and moved on.


 “My great-grandma is dying.”
“What did they need you for?”
“She wouldn’t stay in her chair and then she would fall in the hall and we would have to
carry her back. They were trying to keep her in her room.”
“So you held her down!?!”
“No. I carried her back.”
“You know what, forget it! You and your whole family are so sick. I can’t believe I am
still here!”
“I CAN’T BELIEVE I AM STILL HERE!!!” She screamed. Charles cried and twisted in my arms
as I moved this way and that to hold onto him. I had nothing to say to that.
Cindi went to the kitchen, twisted her feet into her sandals, and opened the door. “FROM
NOW ON, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN!” She screamed.
I stood there with a crying baby and watched her open and slam the door. I moved to the
kitchen window to see her run through the back yard.
Where was she going?
She opened the gate, went into the driveway, quickly got into the car, backed away from
the garage, and screamed away.
As I was watching, I had set Charles onto the counter and against my chest as he cried. I
picked him up, sat down on the kitchen floor, vexed, and held him up near my face. “Hey,
little boy,” I half-whispered, “You’re ok. Hey, Charlie, no worries. What you wanna do? You
tired? Hungry? I suppose you’re going to need something to eat, huh bud?” He was calming
down a bit. Those big baby-sobs started to come as he reversed his own crying. “Well, what
do ya say? Should we get some food? At least we can try to eat something; and if you don’t
want to do that, you can sleep, huh?”
He had begun to calm down as I slowly got up and held him close, all the time looking at
him and talking quietly. “I know, Charlie, I know. It’s tough all over, isn’t it? Well, we won’t
let that get us down. Nope, not us. We’re gonna be just fine.” He began to close his eyes. He
was tired, the poor guy. I lay him down in my left arm. “There ya go. You sleep a little and
I’ll see what I can do, ok? Yeah, you’re tired, huh? Just have a little break there, guy. Now
we’re cookin’. Now we’re cookin’.”
He was beginning to fall asleep and I was shaking uncontrollably.
With each step he came closer to where he is right at this moment. Tricked? maybe into a marriage the woman knew where this was headed but what stood out the most was John's strong character of responsibility towards his son. To be there for him even if it cost him. He was willing to lay down his own desires and needs to make it better for Charles. What a Blessing to have great grand parents and grand parents that instilled this truth in him from a young age. As if he was prepared for this.

'I vowed to stand with her for better or worst. For better or worst'

To learn life's lessons at such an early stage in life and still speak about it without any bitterness is another good character trade. In a world that we could speak our minds, have humantarian rights, to have your way without the consiquences of your actions is rare and far apart. Discipline teach us that but yet is removed to create a selfish and narcistic world revolved only around one; Me. We can remove discipline in the home or even in the class room but life does not work like that. Life is still working on the old rules. Here is today's lesson..., don't get it right discipline will follow. If you deserve it or not, if you are priviledge or not.  If you are poor or rich, black or white. Man or woman. Life does not look at those carnal fleeting things. Life change you, shape you until you bend and get it right.
Just seeing the process as it is takes courage. Admitting your own mistakes and flaws and allow time to heal you. Send people on your path to help you in this process. We can not do it alone. In John's case Kim was his help, his piece of heaven in hell. I love the name of the book. It gives hope and focus even if things seems bleak. She was his shoulder to cry on, ear to listen with out judgement. Confidant and Comforter. But it was only for a season. Life once again works in seasons. Not according to your agenda. Seasons, Cycles. Death, New Beginnings, Fruit, Harvest and every one can experience or participate in this seasons as they come and go. Their coming and going leaves something behind to help you. That is if you are wise enough to see it and take it for what it is. Maybe one day I would be able to share my story as John did with us. But it takes guts and frankly I am not there yet. Still living with the consequences of my own actions.
Tears often fell during the reading of this book because I could understand the loss and pain, the heart ache. The absolute destitution and loneliness when all seems lost. Then a simply thing like being invited to some one's home is something to cherish, to keep in your heart. The knowing that you are not alone.
The self searching to understand all of this: Life
I really hope John that you can find away to return to your class room and instill the values that you have learned in your students. If it was possible I would be the first to sign up for your class.
 Thanks for sharing your life story. 

Hot Summer Sands: My Review 5*****

Title: Hot Summer Sands
Author: Rachel Leigh
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Length: 140 pages
Genres: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: Sizzling


Chef Michelle Hutton flees her controlling mother in the UK for the sun and freedom of Greece, longing for a new beginning and maybe just a bit of Zante’s local heat. Sexy, pro-bono lawyer Sam Clarke might just be the one to teach her to let go. He's sexy, capable, and totally in control. And too damn hard to resist.

Sam Clarke and his best friend had once been the baddest boys to hit the local party scene—sex, booze, and more sex—until his friend is killed. Sam turned his back on the blatant sexuality of the island years ago, but can’t resist Michelle’s desire to bask in the sun and explore the need that grows between them.

Swallowing hard, she hesitated for an imperceptible moment at the periphery of the bar entrance before stepping from the tiled corridor to the bar’s wooden flooring. Without making eye contact with a single patron, whose gazes she felt boring into her temple, breasts and denim-clad ass, she headed straight to the bar.

With the bravado of a woman used to frequenting such places alone, a welcome and heated cloak of sexy confidence settled like a new friend around her shoulders. She slid onto one of the stools and leaned back…then realized there was no back.

“Oh, God.” She tilted backward and reached out toward the bar. Too late. She was going to land right on her ass.

A clammy hand caught her elbow before she could fall. “Hey, pretty lady, don’t worry I’ve got you.”

Michelle gripped the bicep of the tattooed arm that grabbed her.  She inhaled the guy’s scotch and cigar tainted breath as it blasted her face, making her want to gag. Her stomach dropped to her shoes as she looked up into his bloodshot, leering eyes.

She forced a smile. “Thanks.”

“Hey, thanks buddy. But I got this.”

Michelle’s heart stopped as a very different hand slapped onto the bar, the arm tanned and strong and very male. His other hand brushed and stilled against her butt as he steadied the stool that wobbled precariously beneath her.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? I turn my back for a second and you get yourself in a load of unwanted trouble.” His voice was deep, husky, and dark. “You trying to dance with that stool?”

Michelle’s cheeks burst into flame even as icy-cold perspiration broke out on her upper lip. She felt like a side of beef at a meat market. Could she have looked any more stupid? Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to ignore the image of her mother’s disproving face that filled her mind.

She should be grateful. There was absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. She opened her eyes and faced the second man.

Her stomach tightened. Could anyone possibly look that good?

Michelle stared as words lodged painfully in her throat and her heart picked up speed. He winked, his dark, midnight blue eyes flashing a silent “trust me.” He turned to Scotch Breath. “Thanks for saving my wife from landing on the floor, buddy. You want a drink?”

Closer and closer he came, rounding the counter and standing so close to her that Michelle was forced to tip her head back to meet his eyes. The smell of him – warm, musky and clean--wafted under her nose. She inhaled…and really wished she hadn’t as her knees quivered. She took another step back until her ass hit the steel countertop behind her.

His gaze darted over her face, lingering at her lips. Michelle put a hand on his chest without thinking and then whipped it back to grip the counter.

Trepidation mixed with arousal pooled like liquid in her stomach. “Sam, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

His eyes dropped to her chest and unmistakable lust flared in eyes, darkening them to a gorgeous midnight blue. Desire pulled at her core and her nipples tightened.

He met her eyes. “Everything.”

She was trapped by the raw animal need to have him. To feel his hands on her bare skin, his mouth on hers. She licked dry lips. “You look like you’re either going to attack me or--”

“Fuck you?”

She flinched. The harsh expletive shocked and aroused her in equal measure. “What?”

His hands clamped onto her hips, possessive and unyielding. A feral storm raged in his dark blue gaze. “I need to know.”

She stared, unable to move or breathe. “Need to know what?”

“Need to know if this…these feelings…are just--”

“Lust?” The word slipped from her tongue, her mind blank of everything but Sam. The way he smelled, the lickable square line of his jaw. The yearning to have him on her, in her, over her.

The corner of his mouth twitched and a little of the fiery frustration seeped from his eyes. “Exactly.”

Rachel Leigh lives in the UK and has been married to her own sexy hero for fourteen years.

With three novellas contracted with The Wild Rose Press, Rachel is busy writing her fourth. This is a voyage into the sensationalized and sexy world of British show jumping, featuring a fit and demanding horse trainer and a wily, inquisitive journalist who knows just what she wants and will do whatever it takes to get it.

When Rachel isn't writing, she's reading, watching TV, running around after her two daughters....or playing with her husband.

Visit Rachel at:
Twitter: @rachelwriter

My Review: 5 Hot Stars

Erotic, Provocative, Steamy and Pulse racing.
A short fast moving story that brought two people together in a bar on the airport of Zante, Greece. Michelle and Sam running away from a live that trapped them for to long.
She the priviledge rich girl doing the unexpected running from a domineering mother and a unwanted fiancee. He the poor man getting away from a parental divorce going seriously wrong. A friend who was mudered because of their chosen life styles. And you have a steamy collision of want and need. Both for the physical but also the emotional.
This is where it started with him saving her from a beefy drunk man, finding her a work as a chef at his sister's restaurant and a place to stay. The real hero but for selfish reasons. From the moment they touched there was no control or stopping and it left you breathless. I read the story in 5hours. But when Michelle finally allowed to think straight when he whispered 'you are mine' she knew she had serious decisions to make. Decision that can split them apart or keep them together.
Read to find out but be warned.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Out of Her League: 5 *****

Title: Out of Her League
Author: Ava Archer Payne
Publisher: AAP Hot Historicals
Length: 40,000 words
Genres: Erotic Historical Romance
Heat Level: Sizzling


Captain James Lancaster, formerly one of London’s most notorious rakes, returns to England a broken man after a brutal tour in the Crimea. He is wounded in body and spirit, his badly injured leg leaving him unable to walk without crutches.

Nurse Katherine Riley has spent her entire life caring for others, but lately she finds herself longing for more. On a whim she indulges in a secret cache of provocative lingerie—just a little something to make her feel beautiful beneath her drab gowns, even if no one else can see it.

When James glimpses the erotic beauty hidden beneath Kate’s prim and proper façade, he introduces her to a sensual array of forbidden delights. Healing takes on an entirely new meaning. As Kate nurses James to a full recovery, their liaison opens her eyes to an enticing new world. How will she ever return to the staid life she once knew?  

Thunder rumbled and the rain that had been threatening all morning began to pour down in earnest. Kate watched the heavy droplets strike the glass panes, softening and blurring the outside world. She tried to focus on the storm, but that proved impossible. Every fiber of her being was attuned to the overwhelming presence of man beside her. His scent, his height, the broadness of his shoulders, the rich timbre of his voice. Alone with James in the large room, she felt enveloped in a cocoon of strained intimacy, caught in a current that swept her inexorably toward him.

“Something wrong?” His voice was a low murmur in her ear.

“You need drapery,” she blurted inanely, just to have something to say to break the tension that hung between them.

“True.” He cocked his head to one side, considering the room. “I was thinking of scarlet.”

“Scarlet?” she choked out, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. “Surely that’s an odd color to suggest.”

“Is it?” He studied her with a playful smile. “But it’s such a passionate color, don’t you think? Brazen, bold, irresistible. In fact, now that I’ve considered scarlet, I can’t seem to get the color out of my mind. These past few nights, it’s all I could think of as I was falling asleep.”

She squared her shoulders and brought up her chin. Even leaning as he was on his crutches, he was still a full head taller than her. “If you’re referring to what I think you’re referring to, a gentleman wouldn’t refer to it.”

His lips quirked. “That’s a lot of referring. Are you certain I’m not simply inferring?”

“You’re interfering, certainly.”

“Must be infuriating.”

He was teasing her, and she was determined to resist him. Resist his smile. Resist the twinkle in his deep blue eyes. Resist the urge to lift her hand and push back the chestnut curl that fell so appealingly over his forehead.

 “A gentleman wouldn’t mention what he saw.”

“True. A gentleman wouldn’t. Therein lies the problem. The glimpse I had of your breasts in that scarlet corset was the loveliest thing I’ve seen since my return to London. Hell, that’s not accurate. The loveliest thing I’ve seen in years.” He watched her for a moment in silence, then reached out and softly stroked her jaw. “It’s not my intention to embarrass you.”

“What are you intending?”

“Damned if I know.”

“This certainly isn’t proper.”

“Damned if I care.”

To her utter astonishment, Kate wasn’t entirely certain she cared, either. She’d played the part of dutiful daughter, dutiful sister, and dutiful nurse her entire life. Now, at the age of three and twenty, she was coming to the realization that the role didn’t entirely suit her. She’d lived her life as though crammed into a pair of shoes that had been pinching and cramping her for years. Here was an opportunity to try something scandalous and new. An invitation to see what she’d been missing, if only she had the courage to reach for it.

She moistened her lips, tipped back her head, and closed her eyes.

For a fraction of a second time stood still. Kate was overwhelmed by the horrifying certainty she’d misread his intentions. Then James’s lips brushed hers. The pressure on her mouth was light and gentle, allowing her the opportunity to change her mind, to slip away if she wanted to. So, a gentleman after all. The gesture, touching as it was, was wasted.

Kate stepped closer.

Q:  What exactly is a ‘Hot Historical’?
A:  A ‘Hot Historical’ is a classic historical romance—only shorter and steamier! Hot Historicals are perfect for fans of traditional romance who occasionally like to spice things up. One of my readers calls them a secret indulgence ;)
Q:  Many of your novels are set in Victorian England. What attracts you to that time period?
A:  I love playing with the exquisite manners of the day. What does our heroine do when she finds herself completely in lust with an utterly unsuitable man? That creates such lovely sexual tension.
Q:  How long have you been writing romance?
A:  I’ve been writing historical romance for 15 years under a variety of pseudonyms. I’ve been published by several mainstream houses, but with the advent of ebooks, I’m able to place my work directly in the hands of readers. What a fabulous privilege for an author!

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My Review: 5Stars

Tantalizing erotic. 
Do I need to say more? That was the words in my mind when I read this story. It was a very quick read flamed with unbridled passion to know the ending. 
The story was set against the back drop of the English war in 1885 and a wounded Hero that did not want to heal properly due to lack of skill in the medical profession of that time. The young Miss Riley the nurse who was appointed due to a turn of circumstances to attend the hero's wounds. Two brothers, one drunken and the other a gambling problem keeping her under their thumb to pay their debts.
A good doctor who saw her worth as a hard working nurse and together the Dr. and she attended to Captain James Lancaster. The youngest son of a viscount. 
From the start sparks emanated from them and the slow seduction began. Keeping you captivated, riveted on one spot.
Her love for silk lingirie mesmerized the good captain and the story begun.
The author has done a thorough work to bring all the loose ends together and creating a enjoyable story with enough provocative and erotic nuances to keep you glued.
Every romantic at heart would love the story and the fact that there is real hero's out there that is willing to go after his heart.
Captain James Lancaster has a strong character, charming and recognize the woman behind the drap nursing uniform and unwrapped her to enjoy not only her body but the young woman buried deep inside. 
Nurse Katherine Riley for once aloud her self to experience the love and attention of a man to snap her out of her dull live and show her that she was stronger then she thought. Standing up against two abusive brothers to find her self.

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Monday, August 27, 2012

Janelle's Time (TIME Series, Book 1): My Review

Title: Janelle's Time (TIME Series, Book 1)
Author: Dayna Leigh Cheser
Publisher: All Things That Matter Press
Length: 98,600 words
Genres: Historical Romance (ADULT with a little time travel)
Heat Level: Steamy


Janelle’s Time is the story of the great love between a New Hampshire farmer’s daughter and the younger son of an English Duke.

From her father’s death to the birth of twin daughters, Janelle makes it difficult for Richard to keep her safe.

Unaware of Janelle’s maternal-line powers, the couple time-travel to 14th century England, where they meet Richard’s ancestors - and discover some startling truths about his aristocratic family.

Logan Conor, the Scots Duke of Muileach, crashes Richard and Janelle’s wedding, bent on revenge, but finds his own true love instead.

On their wedding trip, a madman attempts to kidnap Janelle - twice.

Later, Richard unknowingly betrays Janelle who strands him in England. Richard finally arrives home, but fate separates them again – and he misses the birth of his son. Will they ever make a life together?

Filled with unexpected twists and turns, their love story spans two continents, and hundreds of years. But, can their love survive their very different backgrounds and the endless obstacles life throws at them?

Writing ‘runs in the family.’ My mother is a multi-published non-fiction author, and my two brothers make a living writing, one as a newspaperman, the other as a copywriter. My sister edits her church newsletter.

My father was a school teacher/reading specialist (later an elementary school principal) when I was little. During story-time one night when I was about four years old, I stopped him and asked how he said the same thing every time he read that story to me. That night, he started teaching me to read. It began a life-long love affair between books and me – for that, I am grateful.

In junior high, I wrote short stories to entertain classmates. In high school, one English assignment was to write my autobiography. In the teacher-specified chapter entitled ‘Future Plans,’ being a published writer topped the list.

After a college professor told me I ‘couldn’t write my way out of a paper bag,’ I stopped writing for many years. Then, in the late 1970s, I wrote an article for “World Radio News” (San Diego, CA) about our amateur radio club providing communications for a March of Dimes Walkathon. The ‘WRN’ editor used my article word-for-word.

In early 2002, between jobs and wanting to write, I sought a third-shift position and used the ‘free time’ to write what became ‘Janelle’s Time.’ When it was complete, I shelved it. In 2009, the WIP came off the shelf. By August 2011, it was ready – at last - for submission.

In 2009, I started a Twitter account, @Writers_Cafe. I feel as if I’ve earned a degree in ‘book publishing’ since then! You can learn so much from over 14,000 followers. 

I penned an article about @RileyCarney, a Colorado teen, and very prolific YA fantasy author, who heads her own non-profit literacy project. Never officially published, countless people have seen it, thanks to Twitter retweets and some carefully chosen email inboxes.

On New Year’s Day, 2010, I went ‘live’ with my blog. It has evolved into a combination of chronicling my writing journey and hopefully helpful posts on publishing industry topics.

In the fall of 2011, I added ‘DIY Interviews’ to my blog (see the left column of my blog for details on doing your own interview). Several authors have submitted ‘interviews’ to date.

Janelle’s Time is Book 1 of my TIME Series. Book 2, ‘Moria’s Time’ was my NaNoWriMo project for 2011. I reached 51,000 words on November 26! Now, I have to finish that book, and three more in the series: ‘Adelle’s Time,’ ‘Logan’s Time,’ and ‘Clarissa’s Time.’

Moving into 2012, I’m very excited about the release of ‘Janelle’s Time.’ It’s the culmination of a life-long dream – and is only the beginning of my retirement career. I’m working on “Moria’s Time,” book 2 of the Time Series.
My husband, Pete, and I have been married over forty-three years – no children. We lived in Massachusetts for thirteen years, and then moved to New Hampshire for eleven years. In 1992, we moved to Florida.
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Author Dayna Leigh Cheser

What Readers Are Saying About Janelle’s TimeThis is a book for those who love the magic of romance and the romance of
magic. Filled with wonderful description, written with historical
accuracy, and charged with sexual energy, ‘Janelle’s Time’ truly glows.-Kenneth Weene, author of Tales From the Dew Drop Inne,
Memoirs From the Asylum, & Widow’s WalkI guarantee you will not be able to put this down until it’s finished, then you’ll go back and start reading all over again! -Donna Lawrence, Book Lovers ParadiseA story to escape reality with. A chance at true love that
will sweep you off your feet. You don’t want to miss this one. -Miranda Lynn, My Eclectic BookshelfAuthor Dayna Leigh Cheser takes the reader on a magical journey back in time to the 1830’s with a story filled with intrigue, deceit, and vividly described characters in a well-crafted historical novel that will keep
the reader riveted to the printed page from start to finish. -Fran Lewis, author of Because We Care, & Faces Behind the Stones

Janelle’s Time is a beautifully written talk of mystical adventures set in the 1800s in New Hampshire and England – a love story of great proportions. The author has created a winning, fictional historical piece of literature using well-defined characters. The plot is unique and fast moving as well. I rather enjoyed the dialogue between the characters, as it flowed with ease and believability ….
       Upon her father’s death, the young maiden inherits a world of wealth in which she is clearly not prepared for. Fate steps in, and she meets the love of her life, Richard Grayson, youngest son of an English Duke – the beginning of a suspenseful and romantic tale ….
       This tale is more than a love story; it is a story of determination and the willingness to endure whatever obstacles ‘one’ must in order for love to prevail.
       Janelle’s Time is written to include many colorful characters – all of which undertake a dramatic role. I sincerely look forward to reading more adventures created in this series by this author. I give the author and her work five historical stars for this entertaining read!
       -Barbara Watkins, author of Hollowing Screams





“If you love the magic of romance and the romance of magic, this is a book for you.”Kenneth Weene, author of Tales From the Dew Drop Inne, Memoirs From the Asylum, & Widow's Walk Janelle’s Time is the story of the great love between a New Hampshire farmer’s daughter and the younger son of an English Duke.
From her father’s death to the birth of twin daughters, Janelle makes it difficult for Richard to keep her safe.
Unaware of Janelle’s maternal-line powers, the couple time-travel to 14th century England, where they meet Richard’s ancestors - and discover some startling truths about his aristocratic family.
Logan Conor, the Scots Duke of Muileach, crashes Richard and Janelle’s wedding, bent on revenge, but finds his own true love instead.On their wedding trip, a madman attempts to kidnap Janelle - twice.Later, Richard unknowingly betrays Janelle who strands him in England. Richard finally arrives home, but fate separates them again – and he misses the birth of his son. Will they ever make a life together?+Filled with unexpected twists and turns, their love story spans two continents, and hundreds of years. But, can their love survive their very different backgrounds and the endless obstacles life throws at them?

Watch for Book Two: ‘Moria’s Time’ Janelle’s daughter, Moria, is the focus of a startling vision as an infant. As a teen, she meets Elizabeth Blackwell, M.D., who later introduces her to Florence Nightingale. Moria fulfills the vision in service to others but finds herself in grave danger - and in love. Will she ever see her family in New Hampshire again? Will she and her lover survive the danger to themselves and others? Will their love survive her destiny of service to others?Watch for Book Three: ‘Adelle’s Time’ Moria’s twin sister, Adelle, is an American country girl with her English father’s aristocratic blood coursing through her veins. She dreams of being English Lady, and will stop at nothing to achieve her goal. In a loveless marriage with her wealthy and powerful Duke, will Adelle find happiness as his Duchess in Victorian England? Or, will she leave him to discover her true self and find her way home to her American roots - alone?Watch for Book Four: ‘Logan’s Time’ Logan Conor, the Duke of Muileach, grows up in Scotland. His mother abandons
her two sons. His father spends his life missing his wife. Logan meets Richard
Grayson at school

 in England. After school, it’s on to Paris where their friendship suddenly ends with the death of Minuet. Will Logan make peace with his
mother, Annella? Will Logan and Rachel live happily ever after? Will Seanna,
his sometime-lover, destroy Logan’s marriage?
Watch for Book Five: ‘Clarissa’s Time’Clarissa Conor, eldest daughter of the Duke of Muileach, grows up in Scotland. Born in New Hampshire, she and Damian Gerard, Richard and Janelle’s oldest son, discover they have much in common in spite of their very different backgrounds. As America inches closer to the Civil War, can Clarissa and Damian Gerard keep their love strong, or will politics and war destroy what they have? Or, will they flee to Scotland to avoid the war?  Find me on Twitter and Facebook:@Writers_CafeAuthor Dayna Leigh Cheser 
My Review: 4 Stars
 The story started at a fast pace with Gerard who died in a accident leaving his youngest daughter all alone. Her father made him promise on his death bed that she must find a husband quickly due to her exuberant inheritance upon his death. Three months later she met Richard the youngest son of an retired Duke who bought a farm near them. At first Richard was a worthy friend and later lover but then all went downhill from there. Janelle discovered that she had the gift of time traveling and Richard was normally with her. But on discovery of his true heritage the man's true colors showed.
I was extremely annoyed with the man. His immature actions caused much distress not only for Janelle but his family. So much that his father banned him from their estate. after another foolish act. then heart broken and crest fallen he got some back bone and used the time to learn a trade. But once he return not only to his father but also his estranged wife he did it again. Really!
Janelle similarly did a few things that grated me. Her willful character not knowing when to back down and reached out. causing much grief for Richard and herself. With a small baby to attend she stubbornly hold on to her willfulness causing her marriage to suffer.
Maura the old companion of Janelle and a family member -sort off- was the voice of reason bringing the two together with much wisdom. At times the story line was close to boredom not really knowing why certain things was mentioned or elaborated. But the Grayson family from the father Damian, his son Sinjin and Anthony helped things along. Their steady influence keeping Richard on track and focused. And at the end he became a grown man. Finally.
The interesting twists kept the story interesting with characters Logan a Scottish Duke, Rachel, Nick Statler, Angus, Sarah, Anges and Roger introduced periodically. There travels to the 1400 meeting the original Grayson family. The Horse Breeding keeping the families in America and England united.
The steamy scenes as warned in the beginning steamy but sometimes just to much. It seems it was the only place Janelle and Richard could come together and enjoy each other. Discovering each other.
A good read but lacked some real excitement. 
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Friday, August 24, 2012

SUN GOD SEEKS…SURROGATE? Book3: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Series: (Book 3, Accidentally Yours Series)
Author: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
Publisher: Self
Length: 295 Pages
Genres: Paranormal Romance (Action/Adventure, Comedy)
Heat Level: Sensual

Sequel to ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE WITH…A GOD? and The New York Times Best Seller, ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO…A VAMPIRE?, this story has it all! Vampires, gods, and our favorite evil Mayan priests, the Maaskab.

5.0 out of 5 Stars on Amazon for “Sun God Seeks…Surrogate”!


When 24-year-old Penelope learns of a new miracle drug that could cure her ailing mother, it’s the answer to her prayers. Until she sees the cost. But for every door that closes, a window opens. In this case, the window calls herself Cimil, and she’s quite possibly the most insane person Penelope’s ever met. Could it be because this complete stranger just offered Penelope one million dollars to carry her wealthy brother’s baby?

But Cimil’s brother isn’t your everyday millionaire. In fact, he gives new meaning to the word hot.

Wondering which screw in her head had come loose this time, twenty-four-year-old Emma Keane strapped a parachute to her back in preparation for yet another fun-filled jungle mission.

“Dammit! Stop wiggling!” she barked over her shoulder. “And that had better be your flashlight!”

Well, actually, it was a cranky, rather large warrior named Brutus strapped to her back and wearing the parachute because she had yet to find time for skydiving lessons.


In any case, looking like a ridiculous, oversized baby kangaroo wasn’t enough to stop her from making this nocturnal leap into enemy territory—Maaskab territory. She had scores to settle.

Emma sucked in a deep breath, the roar of the plane’s large engines and Brutus’s growls making it difficult to find her center—the key to winning any battle. And not freak out.

Funny. If someone had told her a year ago that she’d end up here, an immortal demigoddess engaged to the infamous God of Death and War, she would have said, “Christ! Yep! That toootally sounds about right.”

Why the hell not? She’d lived the first twenty-two years of her life with Guy—a nickname she’d given her handsome god—obsessed with his seductive voice, a voice only she could hear. Turned out, after they finally met face-to-face, their connection ran blood deep. Universe deep, actually. A match made by fate.

Emma rubbed her hands together, summoning the divine power deep within her cells. One blast with her fingertips and she could split a man right down the middle.

“Careful where you put those,” Guy said, cupping himself.

Emma gazed up at his smiling face and couldn’t help but admire the glorious, masculine view. Sigh. She knew she’d been born to love him, flaws—enormous ego and otherworldly bossiness—and all.

His smile melted away. “Please change your mind, my sweet. Stay on the plane, and let me do your fighting.”

“Can’t do that,” she replied. “The Maaskab took my grandmother, and I’m going to be the one to get her back. Even if I have to kill Tommaso to do it.”

Guy shook his head. “No. You are to let me deal with him.”

Emma felt her immortal blood boil. She’d trusted Tommaso once, and he’d betrayed her. Almost gotten her killed, too. But she’d known—well, she’d thought—it wasn’t Tommaso’s fault. He’d been injected with liquid black jade, an evil substance that could darken the heart of an angel. That’s why, after he’d been captured and mortally wounded, she’d begged the gods to cure him.

Then she did the unthinkable: she’d put her faith in him again.

Stupid move.

He’d turned on her a second time, the bastard. Yes, his betrayal—done of his own free will—was her prize on that fateful night almost one year ago when her grandmother showed up on their doorstep in Italy, leading an army of evil Maaskab priests, her mind clearly poisoned.

“If Tommaso hadn’t helped her escape, we could’ve saved her,” she said purely to vent, because she really wanted to cry. But the fiancée of the God of Death and War didn’t cry. Especially in front of the hundred warriors riding shotgun on the plane tonight.

Okay, maybe one teeny tiny tear while no one’s looking.

“Do not give up hope, Emma.” Guy clutched her hand. “And do not forget…whatever happens, I love you. Until the last ray of sunlight. Until the last flicker of life inhabits this planet.”

Brutus groaned and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the sappy chatter.

Emma elbowed him in the ribs. “Shush! And how can you, of all people, be uncomfortable with a little affection? Huh? You bunk with eight dudes every night. That’s gross by the way. Not the dude part. I’m cool with that. But eight, big, sweaty warriors all at once? Yuck. So don’t judge me because I’m into the one-man-at-a-time rule. That’s messed up, Brutus.”

Brutus growled and Guy chuckled.

In truth, Emma didn’t know what Brutus was into or how he and his elite team slept, but she loved teasing him. She figured that sooner or later she’d find the magic words to get Brutus to speak to her.

No luck yet.

Accepting a temporary defeat, she shrugged and turned her attention back to the task at hand. She took one last look at her delicious male—seven feet of solid muscle with thick blue-black waves of hair and bronzed skin. Sigh. “Okay. I’m ready,” she declared boldly. “Let’s kill some Scabs and get my granny!”

She glanced over her other shoulder at Penelope, their newest family member. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight ponytail that accentuated the anger simmering in her dark green eyes. Pissed would be a serious understatement.

Emma didn’t blame her. What a cluster.

“Ready?” Emma asked.

“You better believe it,” Penelope replied. “These clowns picked the wrong girl to mess with.”

Guy frowned as they leaped from the plane into the black night.

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(Book 1, Accidentally Yours Series)
Published on January 22, 2012
294 pages

147 *5-Star* Reviews on Amazon for “Accidentally in Love with…a God!”


Twenty-two-year-old Emma Keane has a secret friend. He’s powerful, mysterious, and devastatingly handsome. In her dreams, anyway.

In real life, he’s an enigma. Maybe just a teensie jealous. Definitely overbearing. He’s also a voice only she can hear.

So who or what is he? He won’t say. But if she wants to be free, to be normal, Emma will have to trek to the jungles once ruled by the Mayans and find the forgotten ruin holding the answers.

However, the ruthless deity she’s about to unknowingly unleash on the modern world might not be so easily extracted from her life. Bottom line, he’s got enemies, and now, so does she.

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(Book 2, Accidentally Yours Series)
Published on March 2, 2012
244 pages

USA TODAY and New York Times Best Seller!

95 *5-Star* Reviews at Amazon for “Accidentally Married to…a Vampire”


“If you love her, set her free. If she comes back, she’s yours. If she doesn’t…Christ! Stubborn woman! Hunt her down, and bring her the hell back; she’s still yours according to vampire law.”--Niccolo DiConti, General of the Vampire Queen’s Army.

THE DETERMINED VAMPIRE: Niccolo DiConti has faithfully served as leader of Her Majesty’s army for over a millennium, but he’d rather sunbathe in the Sahara than spend another grueling day under his demented queen’s command. However, no one has ever left her side and lived to tell. So when a powerful goddess prophesies he will meet his salvation—a human woman he must turn into a vampire with her consent—he eagerly rises to the challenge. After all, how hard could it be to seduce a human female into taking the immortal plunge? Harder than he thinks. Because his mate won’t be born for another three centuries, and when he wakes up in the goddess’ tomb, not only is his life a mess, but his destined female isn’t about to settle for a coldhearted vampire. Can he win her over before it’s too late? Not if his enemies have anything to do with it.

AN UNWILLING BRIDE: On the night Helena Strauss meets the fierce, devastatingly handsome vampire who saves her life in the jungles of Mexico, she knows her world will be forever changed. Because an attraction this mind blowing only comes along once in a lifetime—or existence. And when he claims she is his one true mate, destined to be his for all eternity, it’s a fairytale come true. So what if her knight in shining armor is a vampire? Nobody’s perfect. But discovering the powerful, overbearing immortal doesn’t “do love”? Deal breaker. Helena will flee and set out to accomplish the impossible…sever the otherworldly bond between them. And it turns out, Helena is just the leverage Niccolo’s enemies need to break the mighty warrior and wipe out his people.

WARNING: This book contains sexual content (For some of you, not enough. I know. I’ll try harder, I promise.), adult language, hot men with unrealistically large physical characteristics, female whining (What? I whine all the time. It’s a healthy form of venting!), silliness, snark, sarcasm, and blatant abuse of the English language.

Before taking up a permanent residence in the San Francisco Bay Area, Mimi spent time living near NYC (became a shopaholic), in Mexico City (developed a taste for very spicy food), and Arizona (now hates jumping chollas, but pines for sherbet sunsets). Her love of pre-Hispanic culture, big cities, and romance inspires her to write when she’s not busy with kids, work, and life…or getting sucked into a juicy novel.

She hopes that someday, leather pants for men will make a big comeback and that her writing might make you laugh when you need it most.

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