Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Promo Blast for Broken Fences by Kelly Kendron plus a Giveaway

Broken Fences
A TroubleMaker Novel
Book 1
Kelly Gendron

broken fences final 


Colden Saint James, Dusty Owens, and a single night of passion had equaled to poor old Mr. McAllister’s broken fence. Add six years, a troublemaking photo, and there’s not a fence in Texas that’s gonna be safe.
It took Dusty Owens two years to land Colden “Saint” James, even if it was for only one night, but the very next day, he was gone. Now, years later, the “Saint” has returned, but he’s no longer the do-gooder rookie cop Dusty remembers.
Dusty Owens always had a way of making every single one of Colden’s man parts go all hard. He’d been so close to falling for the girl before he’d left Odessa. Now, due to a troublemaking photo, Colden must return to his hometown to keep her safe. Trouble is, he’s a different man—not to mention the change. Well, it’s gonna cause all kinds of problems where Dusty Owens and all of his man parts are concerned.

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Kelly Gendron

Kelly resides in a quiet suburb somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls, NY. Her day job? Kelly works in health care representing a group of nursing facilities in the WNY area. She’s been faithfully writing for three years but did write her first book ten years ago. She put it down to raise her son as a single mom and then picked it back up when she and her son finally grew up. That's when she settled into her newly married adult life and started to seriously write again. She's dabbled with Romantic Suspense stories, but recently she's been on an Adult Contemporary Romance kick.


Promo Blitz! Broken Fences by Kelly Gendron

1. Short Excerpt - Pg-13
“No,” he said in a harsh whisper. Barely touching her, his large form hovered over her body.
She couldn’t move or say anything. Immobilized by the fear induced by the man who pinned her to the bed, her panting carried on in the shadowy room.
“No, don’t do this.” He cradled her face gently with large hands. “Don’t be afraid of me. Not like this. You hear me?” The moonlight illuminated his eyes. They glistened with affection. “You be frightened when I kiss you.” His mouth brushed over hers.
Her breath caught in her throat from the brief kiss and from the way he passionately gazed down at her.
“Be afraid of the feeling you get between your legs when I touch you.” The weight of his body lowered on hers, his thick hardness imbedding her flesh. “Fear me when I’m finally deep inside of you.” He pressed closer.
She let out a cry of desire, not from fear. Her hips moved as she tried to rock against him.
A smile touched his strong lips, and his tempting mouth lay suspended over hers. “You fear what we will become when I again make you mine, sweetheart.”
The warmth of his words cascaded her flushed face. The tenderness in his voice and the soft pressure of his palms upon her cheeks added need to her already desirous want.
“And what you should really be afraid of… what you need to fear,” his eyes dropped to her mouth, a rough thumb passed over her quivering lip, “is what you mean to me in here.” Colden tapped his chest as dark eyes lifted back to hers. “Because being trapped in here, Dusty girl…” He pointed to his heart. “Well, that should scare you a lot more than being safe out here with only your arms around me.”

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Book Barrage for Bayou Magiste Series plus Giveaway and Excerpts.

Claimed by the Devil (Bayou Magiste Chronicles 1) 


Helene Gaudet finds the perfect Dom in an internet chat room. It’s as if he can read her mind – and he knows how to make her beg. When they agree to meet in the real world, Helene realizes why her Dom knows her so well – he is none other than Devlin Marchand, the same man who handed her over years ago to a dark sorcerer – to be killed.
She thought she was free from suffering – including a rageful ex-husband who cursed her, leaving her unable to bear children. She wants to forget the past – but her lust for Devlin is so intense after each tormenting, releasing encounter, she doesn't want to leave him.
Devlin wants to repair his past wrongs – but guilt over his past betrayal is multiplied when he learns the curse that has dogged Helene for years comes from the trove of magic created by his very own family. Devlin fears the tentative relationship they've built will be destroyed – and he cannot allow that.
Can they overcome the past to have a future together?

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Devlin stared at his father.  The older man couldn't be serious.
"Devlin, you must complete the task."  Maximilian Marchand's angry voice rang out in the room as he came out from behind the massive oak desk.  "This Saturday evening.  DeGarza has an event planned, and it is imperative Helene Gaudet be present."
Devlin shook his head.  He couldn't do it, couldn't turn her over to DeGarza, the psychotic fool his father blindly followed. 
"No, he's wrong.  She's not ... he's wasting his time."
"And why is that, young Marchand?"
The voice behind him slid over Devlin like ice, chilling his soul.  His stomach churned. 
"Sir, she's not as powerful as you think; she's merely a Creole, born of the Bayou."
Would the lie work?  While not as strong or gifted as a Sorceress, Helene's magical talents bordered on amazing.  An Enchantress possessing such robust powers, while not rare, did not go unnoticed.  The Tribunal who ruled the Magiste community kept a very close watch on all of its citizens and their level of magical skill. 
"Yes, but her powers are quite strong for someone so young."  DeGarza approached, his height imposing, his narrow face cold and hard.  "Her youth alone makes her magic so much more potent.  It's a shame for it to be wasted on Swamp Sludge."
DeGarza stopped right before Devlin.  Devlin forced himself not to react to the vile name the man used to describe Helene.  The effort to remain calm could possibly the most difficult thing Devlin had ever done since being forced to serve this madman.  But he couldn't obey this order.  The idea of Helene at the mercy of a monster such as DeGarza sickened him, even more than his own fear of the Sorcerer.
"You want her, don't you?  For yourself." 
The knowing look on the evil man's face spurred a panic Devlin hadn't felt in years.  He held his tongue.  Yes, he wanted Helene Gaudet, had wanted her ever since he'd seen her last year at the Mardi Gras ball, escorted by one of his classmates.  He wanted her to submit to him, wanted to play with her luscious body and make her scream his name with passion and pleasure.  He'd never told anyone.
"If I claimed her, sir, I could control her.  She would be bound to serve you." 
He prayed his promise would be enough to convince the insane, power-hungry, sorcerer to back off.
"And how would you do that?"
Devlin racked his brain, trying to recall more about the custom that popped into his head.  He'd never given it much thought before, but the idea took hold, and he could imagine her beside him here, in his home, in his bed.  He lifted his chin, determination renewed.  While rarely executed, the ritual was binding and legal.  She would be his.  And he could protect her.
"There's the Possede Puissant.  She wouldn't be able to refuse my orders once she belonged to me.  Her power would still be yours to control."
DeGarza stroked his chin thoughtfully.  He focused his black, menacing stare on Devlin again. 
"No.  I must own them, combine them with mine.  The only way to do it properly is to use the Remouvoir.  Bring her to me before Saturday.  You may go."
Devlin thought his legs might collapse beneath him, the spark of hope all but extinguished.  Yet, a glimmer remained, his mind racing with ways to stop the unthinkable from happening.  He slowly turned to the door, but his father's voice stopped him.
"Devlin, she is not worthy of you.  If Mr. DeGarza had been kind enough to grant your wish, I would have killed her myself.  Either way, you cannot save her.  Do not try to do so again."
Devlin swallowed the acid rising in his throat and nodded.  How in the world could he surrender Helene to be killed?  He had to find some way out of this.
"Young Marchand."  DeGarza's shout stopped him once again.
"Yes, sir?"
"If you fail, I will have to find another subject.  Your father has agreed that your mother will take Ms.  Gaudet's place should you be unsuccessful."
How Devlin remained standing, he didn't know.  His mother?  And his father had ... he glanced at the other man's impassive expression and hated him for everything he'd put them through, since aligning himself with DeGarza.
"How could you?"  He didn't even try to keep the disgust from his tone, releasing years of resentment.
Maximilian shrugged.  "To achieve our means, we must at times make sacrifices.  You're lucky, Devlin; you have a choice.  Be sure you make the right one."
His father knew Devlin would do anything to protect his mother.  That must be why he'd agreed to this madness.  He knew Devlin wouldn't let his mother face the same fate as so many others.  But handing over Helene would damn Devlin forever, while not turning her over would damn his mother to a torturous and prolonged death.  God, he'd always thought once he turned eighteen, he would be free, but a year later, he remained trapped.  And the situation had grown worse than he'd ever imagined.
He finally made his way out of his father's office, struggling to contain his lurching stomach.  There had to be some way he could stop this, save them both.  But how?
He had to warn Helene, get her to leave town.  Then he'd have to get his mother to safety.  First Helene.  If he could convince her to go, then he'd have a few days to figure a way to get his mother away from here as well.
Helene worked in a café in the Quarter.  What was the name of it again?  He headed toward Jackson Square.  Saving her might get him killed but he had no choice.

Claimed by the Mage (Bayou Magiste Chronicle 2) 


Lily Prentiss wishes she could ignore her inborn healing magic so she can live life on her terms, not follow the path her Magiste family chose for her. But when she stumbles across Aidan Marchand in the excruciating throes of evolving into a Mage, her touch is all that stops his pain and she can no longer deny her powers. When the sexy Dom seduces her into willing submission, she finds she doesn’t want to resist and actually enjoys giving up control.

Aidan has more to worry about than just his rapidly maturing powers – his business partner is blackmailing him into funding a venture that involves kidnapping young girls both magical and mortal, and selling them as sex slaves. Even as Lily’s touch eases Aidan's pain, he knows staying with her puts her in danger from his enemies. But the gift of her sexual submission helps him even more than her healing magic...so how can he let her go?

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Lily walked along the deserted street, wishing she'd left the bar earlier with her friends.  Why did the wrong sort of man always attract her?  Each time she let one get close, he hurt her in some way, proving her judgment had not gotten any better.  Like tonight.  Corey had sworn he wanted only her.  So why had she found him with his tongue down another woman's throat when she walked into the bar?  His insistence the woman had mauled him rang hollow and she'd grabbed the drink of the closest patron and thrown it in his face.
No more.  She was done with men.  They were nothing but trouble.
Now, here it was long after midnight and she found herself alone.  Again.  Even Chartres Street lay dead silent and empty, unusual for a party town like New Orleans on a Saturday night.  The faint sounds of Bourbon Street bars, the odd mix of jazz, blues, and rock and roll, punctuated by drunken shouts and catcalls, faded as she approached Jackson Square.
The park, a favorite place to hang out during her teenage years, seemed eerily deserted.  She’d timed her arrival here perfectly, so no one would see tear-streaked makeup.  Or witness her sorrow.
For a moment, Lily longed to go home to her parents and cry to her mother, to listen to the older woman’s advice and comforting words as she had during her horrific teenage years.  She shook her head.  She’d cut those ties but good a long time ago.  Her mother no longer offered the haven of reassurance she once had.  Regret still burned in Lily’s gut, but she would prove to all of them she could survive without magic.  Her job skills served her well, and she didn’t need magic to achieve what she’d accomplished in the last three years. 
If only her family could be proud of her.  Why couldn't they ever see her as worthy?  Her parents' success had set the bar too high for her to live up to, no matter what she did.  An impossible goal to strive for.  Lily sighed and kicked the air, wishing she had something more satisfactory as a target.  Her doubts in herself always came back to her parents' unreasonable expectations, always when she —
Something stabbed her.  A knife twisted in her side, ripping her apart.  She sucked in a panicked breath and looked down.  No blood.  The pain suddenly stopped.  Then slammed into her again.  She doubled over, her stomach heaving.
An agonyfilled groan sliced through the humid night.  Who was that?  She looked around.  No one.  She gave herself another visual inspection.  No wounds appeared on her body even though the stabbing started again. 
Strangely, the pain didn't come from outside.  Even though she truly felt as if she'd been ripped open, no physical wound had been inflicted on her.  Could this all be in her mind?  Mon Dieu, what could it be?  She wanted to scream against the noise resonating in her head, each throb like crashing cymbals inside her brain.  She couldn’t be imagining this agony; it hurt too much.  What the fuck caused it?
Another twist of scalding agony hit her, this time racing along her spine.  She cried out, falling to her knees.  She pressed her hand against her mouth to muffle the scream.  What was happening?  She could barely see through the suffocating distress.
More cries and moans echoed in the darkness.  Where did they come from?  She looked around again.  There.  Behind the statue of Jackson.  She sucked in air and forced herself to stand on shaky legs.  Each halting step jarred, each rasping breath scorched as she inched closer to the statue.  She leaned heavily against the stone and panted.  The soreness in her side receded a little, and she crept around the monument.
The man lay huddled on the ground, curled in a fetal position.  She focused her attention on him, forced herself to ignore the agony, although the pain had changed, felt different, less intense and overpowering.  The man continued whimpering, the sounds hoarse.  Lily crawled closer, each movement slow and careful, so as not to startle him.  He gave another rough shout and Lily froze momentarily before creeping a bit closer.  The man clutched his head, gave a violent shudder and cried out again.  The sound sent chills racing across Lily's flesh.
After a brief hesitation, she knelt beside him.  She tentatively reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder.  He writhed, obviously in pain, but the instant she touched him, he calmed.  Her fingers tingled where they came in contact with him; not a painful sensation, but rather like a burst of energy that coursed through her, flowing from her into him like an electric current.
His violent movements slowly stilled.  He turned to her and opened his eyes.  She froze, pinned by his silvery gaze.
Aidan Marchand.
It had been years since she’d seen him, even longer since she’d exchanged more than a word or two with him.  Her godmother, Helene’s, stepson.  She’d barely known him; he'd been a few years ahead of her in school.  But she'd been well aware of him – she'd harbored a crush on him like every other girl in the school did at one time or another.  Lily's minor obsession with the school's star athlete hadn't lasted very long.
What was wrong with him?  Had he been cursed?  She needed to get him some help.
She drew her hand away, and he immediately cried out, his body wracked once more with shudders.  The sharp stabbing started again in her side, fiercer than before.  She bent over, seeking some way to ease her discomfort.  He reached for her, and before she could back away, he grabbed her wrist.  Even in the throes of whatever madness held him, his grip remained strong, too strong to break.  But he calmed once more.
"Don’t let go."
She barely understood his slurred words.  "Wh-what?"
"You’re a Healer.  Don’t let go."
"I ... but …. "
She couldn’t break free if she tried.  He was right.  She possessed the gift of healing.  Apparently, she could no longer deny her ability.  At least not now; at least not to him.
"I don’t know what to do." The whine in her voice betrayed her panic.
"It’s ... okay.  J-just ... don’t let go."
His panting plea tore at her.  Tears burned her eyes.  Why did his entreaty tear at her heart so intensely? 
"I can’t help you.  Let me find someone who can."
"No!" His grip tightened.  "Just … stay here.  For a minute."
Lily fought against the roll of her stomach. 
"But I haven’t had any training and I don’t know what’s wrong with you."
He wheezed for a few moments, his gaze locking on hers.  The rest of the world seemed to fade away as his power swelled, sliding right out of him and into her, melding with the energy still tingling in her fingers.  Oh, dear God! Impossible.  But the signs made it clear.
He was a Mage.  She’d heard of this.  Sometime after Mages reached physical maturity, usually within ten years, their full powers blossomed.  Mystery surrounded the difficult and painful event.  He must be in the middle of Il Relache now.  She tried to recall what she knew about him.  What she knew about Mages in general.  Next to nothing.  Something still seemed wrong.  Mages were rarely kept secret by the Magiste, their incredible power requiring a registry to track and regulate them, train them properly to use their powers.  Unless ... could it be possible he didn’t know?
She shook her head, trying to pull her hand back, but couldn’t break his grip.  She had no experience with this.
"Please, I might make it worse.  Let me summon someone for you."
"Fine.  Call someone.  But you’re not leaving."
Despite the command in the words, his soft and pleading voice told her how weakened he'd become.  Another sharp burn sliced along her spine.  She cried out at the same time Aidan screamed in agony.  Only then did she understand what she felt was merely a shadow of what coursed through him.  Mon Dieu! If she experienced but an echo of what he endured, he must feel as though his insides boiled. 
She couldn’t leave him, not like this, even though warnings exploded in her mind.  She ignored them.  Worrying about herself now would do no good; in fact, it might cause harm.  Unacceptable.  She had to help him.  But how?  She had no means of properly channeling her magic, had no training in harnessing her skill.
"I ... I don’t have my amulet.  I ... stopped using it a while ago."
Aidan groaned, clutching at his head with his free hand. 
"Use mine.  You only need to touch it.  It’ll work for you."
Lily stared at the hand still wrapped tightly around her wrist.  He wore the standard ring, cut from thick gold, his stone a fiery topaz.  She hesitated, meeting his gaze once more.
He nodded.  "Go ahead."
His words ended on an agonizing moan.  He shuddered.  A wave of hurt washed over them both.  Mon Dieu, how could he still be conscious under the weight of so much pain?
"I ... there’s a Portal near here.  I can get us to it.  But you have to help me."
She wished for a moment she'd mastered the art of Teleporting, but even if she had, her condo resided outside the average limit of 250 yards most Magiste were capable of traveling without the aid of a Portal.
With a tightly clenched jaw, he clung to her wrist as he struggled to his knees.  Did he think she would break free and abandon him?  His other arm came around her shoulders, and he leaned heavily on her, his weight threatening to knock her over.
"Can you stand?" She wrapped an arm around his waist.  "Let go of my wrist; I promise I won’t leave."
He nodded and gave another muffled cry.  Slowly, shakily, he lifted his hand.  She laid her fingers over his.  The stone warmed rapidly beneath her touch.  Closing her eyes, she willed them both to the nearest alley Portal.  In the next instant, she opened her eyes and sighed.  The arch glowed against the old, crumbling brick.  She’d done it.  Staggering under his weight, she dragged them both through the Portal.  On the other side, they fell to the floor of her condo living room.
He landed half atop her, pinning her to the floor.  The hard wood bruised her back as he pressed her into it, his face buried in her neck.  Despite the discomfort, his nearness sparked an awareness she hadn’t felt in a long time.  Maybe not ever.  She turned and found him looking at her with shivering intensity.  Every muscle tightened in response, and she drew an unsteady breath.  It didn’t help settle the sudden desire upending her senses.  What was wrong with her?  How could she possibly be registering a physical attraction to him while in the middle of this bizarre situation?
Shaking her head, she gathered her frayed wits and shoved at his shoulders.  Weak and unresisting, he rolled to his back on the floor.  She leaned over him, one hand resting on his chest, the urge to touch him too strong to resist.  His heart thumped wildly beneath her fingers. 
"What do you need?"
He merely stared, before his eyes rolled up, then closed and he went limp.
Mouth dry, she leaned back.  The ghost of his pain had faded, and breathing came easier.  Was he dead?  Her stomach lurched at the thought.  She placed her head to his chest.  Underneath her ear, his heart still pounded, but his breath came in short, shallow spurts.  What could she do?

Claimed by the Enchanter (Bayou Magiste Chronicles 3) 


Regine Marchand loves being in control – and the role of domme is the perfect way for her to exert that control. An accomplished equestrian, she has her goals of championship in sight and no one will get in her way. Her life and future are in her hands, she doesn’t need to depend on anyone for success and happiness.
Cameron McIntyre is fascinated by the cool façade Regine displays, but senses the depth of passion lurking under her surface. Despite her protests to the contrary, he recognizes in her a desire to submit and be dominated. But when he is forced to suspend her from competition due to performance enhancement spells used on her horse, he worries he may drive her away, instead of into his arms. Believing her innocent of the charges, he vows to help her uncover who set her up while convincing her that submission to him is what she truly wants and needs. Submitting to the tall Irishman brings a new level of pleasure Regine has never known, at the same time making her question everything she knew about herself.
Regine is unaware an enemy from her past has targeted her for revenge. Together she and Cameron must discover who wants to knock her out of competition for good, possibly killing her in the process. 

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Reggie wanted to scream with frustration while she walked her horse around the ring to cool him down.  Since seeing the dom from Chicago in the café the other day, he'd never left her thoughts.  The constant image of his face, the smirk when he lifted his glass, wreaked havoc with her focus and she'd nearly been tossed out of the saddle several times.  Clearly, Valhalla sensed her distraction and took full advantage, refusing several jumps and generally being ornery anytime she asked for more effort.
Blaming the andromulois was an easy excuse, but any effects from the plant had long since been eradicated.  She reined him in and dismounted near the gate.  David waited as she walked out of the ring.
"What's the matter today?"  the trainer paused.  "You're off.  Two days before we leave for Dallas, and you can't make him do anything you want."
Reggie shrugged.  "I don’t know.  I can't seem to concentrate today."
"Maybe you need a break.  You haven't stopped in months, and with Valhalla's rash caused by the andromulois, it would be a good time to take the next couple days off.  To make sure you're both in top form when we get to Dallas."
She nodded, thinking maybe a day off would help clear her mind.   She led Valhalla to the barn and unsaddled him, and began her grooming routine.  David said nothing as he assisted, though she felt his curious gaze on her several times.  After she secured the gelding in his stall, she folded her arms and turned to her trainer.
"Just wondering if that guy from Chicago is the one causing your distraction."
Heat flooded her cheeks.  Damn David for being so perceptive.   "And if he was?"
"I did a little checking.  I know who he is."
Her heart raced with excitement and her stomach fluttered with anticipatory nerves.  "Who is he?"
David chuckled.  "Damn, woman, I've never seen you like this.  Miss Ice Princess herself getting all hot and bothered by a stranger.  Never thought I'd see the day."
She turned and narrowed her eyes, pointing a long finger at his face.  "David Marquez, you may be my trainer, and a close friend and sometimes play partner … But you're dangerously close to crossing a line right now.  Tell me who the hell he is."
Another laugh and David held up his hands in mock surrender.  "All right, all right.  His name is Cameron McIntyre.  He rode for years on the European circuit.  Was at or near the top of the standings for most of his career.  Took the Grand Champion trophy a whole ton of times."
"How come I've never heard of him?
"You never rode the European circuit."
"Yes, but someone like that … guess I was so wrapped up in my own performance, I never paid attention.  So why's he here?  In the US, I mean."
David shrugged.  "Heard he bought a property not too far from here.  He's planning a breeding farm, supposedly.  And he is Magiste."
"I know."  Reggie pondered this news.  Interesting.  She should pay more attention to the international standings, but her focus, until recently, had solely been on her and Valhalla's performance, her own standings, and the potential to finally reach the pinnacle of equestrian three-day-eventing on the Magiste circuit in the United States.  She'd worked for this since she was a little girl, her love of horses and competitive streak combining to make her one of the best on the junior circuit.  She finally stood poised to finish at the top of the professional eventing world and now she developed an unhealthy obsession for a man way too arrogant for his own good?  Merde!
She wanted to scream it out loud, but didn't, knowing David would only use it as more fuel for his teasing.  He'd better be careful if she decided to get even.  She toyed with the idea of threatening him with punishment, but refrained.  Such a strong reaction might reveal more than she wanted David to figure out.
She sighed.  Even though he played the role of her sub when she needed to engage in some sexual play, he understood her probably better than anyone else.
She conceded that wasn't by much, since she controlled her emotions around him as tightly as around anyone else.  Nevertheless, he'd always been sexually attracted to her and until a week ago, she'd felt the same.  The fact he trained her and Valhalla had never seemed to be a problem.  Oddly, now it seemed a conflict of interest, and she had no desire to continue that aspect of their relationship.  How to tell him?
"Reggie?  Are you listening?"
His voice cut into her thoughts and she realized, with more than a twinge of guilt, he'd been talking and she hadn't heard one word.
"I'm sorry, Dave.  I'm a bit unfocused today."
"Tell me about it.  Look, you take today and tomorrow off.  Do what you need to get your head back in the right place.  After Dallas, we'll be in a good position.  We have some time before Tampa and we'll figure out the rest of our strategy then.  And then you can go run wild like a rabid bitch in heat during mating season and scratch the itch under your skin."
"How dare you!  You do realize what you're setting yourself up for."  Despite herself, she laughed.
David's grin faded.  "Reg, you want nothing to do with me anymore.  Not sexually, anyway.  I noticed it in Chicago.  It hasn't changed since we got back.  Besides, first and foremost, I am your trainer.  My job, the one you pay me to do, is to get you to the top.  The rest? It's icing and I'm not really much for sweets anymore."
She didn't know what to say.  She'd never used her role in their off-time games to her advantage while they worked, but now he seemed to be taking away that portion of their relationship.  And even though she'd harbored similar thoughts moments ago, she suddenly found herself angry at Cameron McIntyre.  Again.  For altering her universe, when she didn't want or expect it.  She gave a resigned nod.
"You might have a point.  I just … I just need to get past this distraction.  If I can find out why it's so … invasive, then maybe I can trash it, once and for all."  A wisp of a notion sprouted.  She gave David a grin.  "And I may have an idea."
"Just be ready to take the whole thing in Dallas, it's all I ask."
"Don't you worry.  You and I are going all the way to number one.  Nothing, and nobody, is going to get in my way!"

Author Bio:

I'm a born-and-bred Jersey Girl, with Brooklyn roots, and I still live where it all started. I married my very own alpha male many eons ago, and am a former full-time working mom to two school-age children. Needless to say, free time is always at a premium, and I spend the bulk of it lost in the worlds of my own making. I love to read and write hot sexy and emotional stories about people both glamorous and not-so-glamorous. And some of them are even downright un-heroic at times, which is part of what makes them so sexy, in my opinion!
On those rare occasions when I am not writing, you can catch me playing in my other favorite alternate worlds of Highlander, Harry Potter, Charmed, and DragonBall Z! Yes, I know, an odd combo, but they all feature some of the sexiest villains ever. I'm also a HUGE fan of the NY Rangers, Criminal Minds, Vikings and All My Children – I am thrilled AMC has returned.
My books, which usually involve BDSM themes, and range from historical to paranormal and futuristic/sci-fi, are available through Renaissance Ebooks Sizzler Editions and Pink Flamingo Publications.

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eBook copy of either "Prince of the Universe" 
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In addition, the author will give away an ebook copy of 
each one of the books in the Bayou Magiste Series.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Thread of Gold Beads Review and Interview with author.

Book Title: Thread of Gold Beads.
Author: Nike Campbell-Fatoki 
Genre: Historical Fiction
Publication Date: November 16, 2012
Three Magi Publishing
Paperback; 412p
ISBN-10: 0988193205

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About The Book

Amelia, daughter of the last independent King of Danhomè, King Gbèhanzin, is the apple of her father’s eye, loved beyond measure by her mother, and overprotected by her siblings. She searches for her place within the palace amidst conspirators and traitors to the Kingdom. Just when Amelia begins to feel at home in her role as a Princess, a well-kept secret shatters the perfect life she knows. Someone else within the palace also knows and does everything to bring the secret to light. A struggle between good and evil ensues causing Amelia to leave all that she knows and loves. She must flee Danhomè with her brother, to south-western Nigeria. In a faraway land, she finds the love of a new family and God. The well-kept secret thought to have been dead and buried, resurrects with the flash of a thread of gold beads. Amelia must fight for her life and what is left of her soul.

Set during the French-Dahomey war of the late 1890s in Benin Republic and early 1900s in Abeokuta and Lagos, South-Western Nigeria, Thread of Gold Beads is a delicate love story, and  coming of age tale of a young girl.  It clearly depicts the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversities

About The Author

Nike Campbell-Fatoki was born in Lvov, Ukraine to Nigerian parents. She spent her formative years in Lagos, Nigeria, listening to stories and folktales told by her maternal Grandparents. Her fondest memories were the weekends her mother took her and her siblings to Kings Way, on Lagos Island, returning back with bags of story books.

Though a social science major, she found great pleasure in taking literature classes. She graduated magna cum laude in Economics from Howard University and further went on to receive a Master of Arts degree in International Development from American University, Washington, DC. She worked for several years in International Development field working with International Development consulting firms managing projects and programs overseas.
Presently, she is a Budget and Finance Manager in the municipal government in the Washington DC area. She is an avid reader. She loves traveling, watching movies and listening to music. She is also the Founder of Eclectic Goodies, a party favors and gifts packaging company. She lives in the Washington DC area with her husband and three sons.

Connect with the Author

Website Twitter link  / Twitter Hashtag: #GoldBeadsTour

Book Trailer http://youtu.be/yc6V8nM7k2k

Interview Questions:

1.      Where did the idea come from for the book?
The idea came from the stories my Grandmother told me about her Grandmother’s quick departure from the war-torn  kingdom of Dahomey (present day Republic of Benin).  I was inspired by her will to survive.  It inspired me personally because it proved that anyone of us can overcome challenges, no matter how difficult they are.  The events that occurred in the heroine’s (Amelia) life are a mixture of true events and fiction. 
2.      What genre does your book fall under?
Historical fiction
3.     Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

The main characters: Djimon Hounsou (sp) or  Boris Kodjo as Dossou  Young Amelia when she was between 13 - 16 year old could be Keke Parker(sp), Older Amelia could be Kerry Washington, Madame Titilayo could be Joke Silva (she’s a Nigerian actress), Akaba could be Anthony Mackie and Marcos could be Terrence Howard.

4.      What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Thread of Gold Beads chronicles the tumultuous life of Amelia, daughter of the last independent king of Dahomey across two countries risking life and love and finding in the midst of it all realizing the love of God, a new family, and the will to live surpasses all.
5.      Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
It is self-published
6.      How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
It took three years
7.      What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Things Fall Apart, Onaedo the Blacksmith’s Daughter.
8.      Who or What inspired you to write this book? 
I was inspired by the stories my Grandmother told me about her Grandmother’s flight from the war-torn kingdom of Dahomey (present day Republic of Benin).  It was my grandmother’s grandmother that fled from the kingdom in the 1890s.  However, princess Amelia is a fictional character.  Having conducted research about the Kingdom of Dahomey (present day Republic of Benin), I imagined what that must have been like for both the citizens and the royal family as they readied themselves for war, the role of children, women and men and the ordeal they must have gone through and especially how they must have survived that period.  I imagined how it must have been for my great (great) grandmother to have to leave her home and family to save her life.  How it must have felt starting afresh in a new country without knowing anyone and how she survived it.  I put myself in these various situations and wrote from there. 

9.     What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
It is set in pre-colonial West Africa, an era which is not talked about much anymore. The fact that female warriors constituted the King’s body guards and they went to war like their male counterparts.  Thread of Gold Beads also shows the interwoven history of the neighboring kingdom of Abeokuta and the impact of slavery on the lives of the people. 

My 4 Star Review

I received this book from the touring host for an honest review.

It has been awhile since I have read anything from West Africa, especially pre-colonial, and what an excellent read. The author's research could be seen throughout the book, well written with a steady pace. Intriguing and interesting you learn more about the last King of Benin and what happened with this unfortunate country during the late 1800. Based on true events the journey of the young woman Amelia, Princess, refugee, wife, mother and trader take you through discovery, hope and the believe that love will never die.
The story was written in two parts, the first with Amelia a small child of six, becoming a princess, always inquisitive, running wild. Becoming of age she fell in love and got married and ultimately leaving everyone she loved behind. The second part was her life in Nigeria, people's misuse of her, stealing and lying to get their own ways. Meeting a woman who would change her life for the better. Met new friends and learned to adjust as she lived the life of a commoner.
Characters were well portrayed throughout, getting a real feeling of their lives, their customs and their vivid emotions ready to explode at any moment. Secrets unfold as you learn more about her mother who was a strong influence in her life, her unconditional love a strong pillar in Amelia's life. Later, her mother was replaced by Madame Titilayo who played a vital role during her stay in Nigeria. Helping Amelia to learn her trade, and becoming an influential woman herself.
Betrayal followed her from a young age where people tried to kill her, poison her or attacked her but yet she remained resilient. But her biggest betrayal would come from those the closest to her which caused much heartache in her life. A wonderful tale of self discovery knowing your own strengths and building on the things that are handed to you. With a strong message of faith interwoven as idols were cast down and God's protection could be seen. 
Being her father's favorite caused her happiness but also isolation which later became a strong point in her life. Which would save her on a few occasions and set her aside. 
I really admire the character of Dossou, the commander-in-chief of her father's army who fell in love and cared for Amelia greatly. Although his character only played a small part, his presence was always tangible. Amelia's heart fixed not realizing the many twists and turns they had to walk to finally be together.
And may I say my heart was really crushed for Marcos who at the end lost much more. 
Her brother Dare was a huge disappointment, just affirming you can not always trust siblings. Her very large family a strong bond that kept the royal house steady. With the many wives and children of the King, the scenes were well described and thoughtful. Caring for each other during dangerous and happy times. 
The threads of gold beads played a significant role throughout the plot as more secrets were revealed, family lines were discovered, always threading like a shield to protect.  

Friday, October 25, 2013

Book Barrage for Hazardous Unions by Kat Flannery and Alison Bruce. Excerpts and Giveaway are available.

Bestselling western romance authors, Kat Flannery and Alison Bruce take you on an exciting journey with the release of HAZARDOUS UNIONS, Two Tales of a Civil War Christmas.

Title: Hazardous Unions
Author: Kat Flannery and Alison Bruce
Genres: Historical Romance, Western Romance
Categories: Holiday-Themed, Military, Mystery/Thriller
Publisher: Imajin Books
Release Date: 9/7/2013
Word Count/Length: 150 pages

Purchase link: Amazon


Twin sisters separated by war, bound by love…

After the death of their father, twin sisters Maggie and Matty Becker are forced to take positions with officers’ families at a nearby fort. When the southern states secede, the twins are separated, and they find themselves on opposite sides of America’s bloodiest war.

In the south, Maggie travels with the Hamiltons to Bellevue, a plantation in west Tennessee. When Major Hamilton is captured, it is up to Maggie to hold things together and deal with the Union cavalry troop that winters at Bellevue. Racism, politics and a matchmaking stepmother test Maggie’s resourcefulness as she fights for Bellevue, a wounded Confederate officer and the affections of the Union commander.

In the north, Matty discovers an incriminating letter in General Worthington’s office, and soon she is on the run. With no one to turn to for help, she drugs the wealthy Colonel Cole Black and marries him, in hopes of getting the letter to his father, the governor of Michigan. But Cole is not happy about being married, and Matty’s life becomes all about survival.

Two unforgettable stories of courage, strength and honor

Reviews: “You’ll sigh with pleasure as you finish each story” ~ Caroline Clemmons, author of Bluebonnet Bride “Stories that play on your senses like a sonata. A must read!” ~ Jacquie Rogers, award-winning author of Much Ado About Madams “Wonderfully entertaining and well-written, with engaging characters…delightful!” ~ Charlene Raddon, author of To Have and To Hold


Maggie by Alison Bruce (www.alisonbruce.ca

Fall 1862.

The Yankees were coming.
We'd seen the signs days ago. News was, most of west Tennessee had fallen under Union control. Thaddeus scouted them out while hunting rabbits in the brush that bordered the plantation's cotton fields. We'd prepared as best we could as fast as we could, and now I was waiting for them on the front veranda of Bellevue.
"Why me?"
"Someone has to meet them, Miss Maggie," Mammy said, setting out tea things as if the neighbors were coming to call. "Mrs. Hamilton hasn't got your nerve and Miss Patience wouldn't be a lick of good even if she would come downstairs."
"I'm just a servant," I objected half-heartedly.
"Yeah, like Tad here is just a dumb nigger." Mammy cocked her head to one side and a moment later I heard the faint but shrill whistle of the kettle. She smoothed the skirt of her greying white pinny over her faded grey dress. Eventually, the two garments were going to match. "Watch out for her, boy," she said, before heading around the corner of the wraparound porch toward the kitchen door.
Only Mammy could get away with calling Thaddeus "boy" or "nigger" without coming under the resolute stare of a man who looked like he could have been carved out of a huge block of obsidian. Mammy was his aunt and had raised him, along with Major Hamilton, from nursery age. The boys had been more like brothers than master and slave, Mammy said, until Master Ned was sent off to West Point to be made an officer and a gentleman. It was hard for me to reconcile her picture of Master Ned with the aloof man who had employed me to take care of his wife.
I was barely sixteen when I was hired by the Captain, now Major Hamilton. Some days I felt that I was twice that age now, instead of just a couple of years older. Today, watching the Union contingent approach, I felt like that frightened girl again. I took small comfort in the pair of pistols hidden in the pockets of my crinoline. Knowing that Thaddeus was watching over me from the shadows, armed to the teeth, was more reassuring.
Half a dozen hard looking men approached the house. Four of them spread out, some facing us, some partly turned to keep an eye on the out buildings. Two of them rode up the path towards the porch. I felt like I was being ringed in by a pack of hungry wolves. The leader of the pack rode up to the bottom of the front steps.
Wolfish was a description that fit him. Hard muscled, wary eyes, shaggy dark hair spiking out from his cap, he looked old with experience and young in years. His uniform had seen better days and his beard was untrimmed, but it appeared that he had made some effort to clean up before approaching the house. That was a good sign.
I had also made an effort for appearances sake. Instead of my usual long braid, I had twisted my blonde hair into knot and allowed tendrils to fall free on either side of my face. I was wearing one of the calico dresses Mrs. Hamilton bought me in St. Louis. She wanted to make it clear that I was no mere servant any more. I was using it today for similar reasons.
"Afternoon, ma'am. I'm Captain Seth Stone. I have a cavalry troop under my command that needs to set up quarters for the winter."
"I see." My voice was steady, but I could feel my knees wobble beneath my skirts. "And?"
"And this looks like a good place to stay."
"How many are you expecting us to accommodate?"
I heard a chuckle from one of his men. It was stifled with a sharp look from the grim-faced sergeant behind the captain.
"Not so many as there should be," the Captain said, ignoring the interruption. "If you'd oblige me by asking your man to lay down his arms, maybe we can discuss terms."
Gott hilf mir,” I prayed, but held my ground. "You have your protectors, Captain. I have mine."
With a hand gesture, he signaled his men and they all dismounted as neatly as if they were on parade. Then he dismounted and held out his reins to the sergeant.
"Thaddeus, would you lead these troopers and their horses to water?"
Thaddeus stepped out of the shadows, empty handed. "Yes, miss."
The two men passed on the stairs. Thaddeus was significantly taller and broader than the Union officer and was doing his best guard dog imitation, but the Captain didn't flinch when they passed. He did keep his eye on Thaddeus until he was in the range of his own men. Then he turned his attention back to me and I lifted my head up to make eye-contact. He may not have been as tall as Thaddeus, but he was not a small man and I am on the short side for a woman.
Having asserted his dominance, he backed up a step.
"I understand this is the Hamilton home. Are you Mrs. Hamilton?"
"No, sir. I am Magrethe Becker, Mrs. Hamilton's companion."
His eyes widened. "Maybe I should be speaking to the lady of the house."
"Mrs. Hamilton is indisposed and asked me to..." I stopped, looking for the right word. Meet with him? That sounded too friendly. Deal with him? Almost rude. "Negotiate terms with you."
He let out a short bark of laughter.
"My terms are simple, Miss Becker. I need to winter seventy men and three officers, plus myself. It'll be tight, but this place looks like it has enough room with the house and out buildings. We'll need food and fodder of course. You can either offer, or I will take."
I shook my head. "No."
He barked out a longer laugh. "What makes you think you're in the position to say no?"
"Twelve wounded union soldiers in our care, Captain Stone."

Matty by Kat Flannery (www.katflannery-author.com)

Fort Wayne, Michigan
December 1862

What had she done? Matty Becker was going to hell, and there'd be no one to save her. A loud snore echoed from the other room. She peeked around the corner and caught a glimpse of Colonel Black's stocking feet. She'd burn for sure. She glanced at the paper she held and groaned. She was a horrible, devious, scheming letch. Maggie wouldn't be pleased. Maggie wasn't here. Another snore blew into the kitchen and she placed her head onto the table banging her forehead twice. There was no turning back now.
Last night she'd pushed aside her conscience and let fear guide her. For her plan to work, she'd have to throw all sense to the dogs, not that she hadn't done so already by following through with the blasted thing. She couldn't fail now. If her family found out what she'd done they'd never forgive her. Worse yet, if Colonel Black found out she'd be locked behind bars, a fate far better than the one that got her in this mess to begin with.
She placed the paper on the table and went into the bedroom. Colonel Black lay on the bed with his clothes stripped off and tossed about the floor. He'd been out for nine hours and would wake any minute. Matty stood, pushed all thoughts of reason from her mind and removed her dress, corset and pantaloons. Her face heated and the room spun. He rolled over and she jumped into the bed next to him, pretending to sleep. She knew the moment he'd woken. The bed stilled and she couldn't breathe the air was so stiff.
"What the hell?" He sat up and she knew the instant he saw her. "Son of a bitch."
She felt his nudge once, twice and now a shove almost knocking her from the bed.
"Wake the hell up," he growled.
She squeezed her eyes closed and willed strength into her soul so she could face the dark Colonel. She rolled over pretending to wipe the sleep from her eyes.
"Who are you?" He placed his head in his hands. She'd bet he had one heck of a headache.
"Your wife," she said.
"The hell you are." He shot out of bed without grabbing the sheet, and she averted her eyes.
"Please cover yourself." She held up the sheet and he ripped it from her hand. "The marriage license is in the kitchen on the table if you do not believe me."
She watched as he grabbed his head and closed his eyes. The heavy dose of laudanum she'd placed in his drink the night before had done the trick and it wasn't but a mere suggestion they marry that the Colonel jumped to the challenge. Soon they were standing in the dining room in front of a preacher. Words were spoken—words she thought to say with someone she loved, someone who'd wanted her. Her stomach lurched and her mouth watered with the urge to vomit.
"How did this happen?" he asked sitting on the end of the bed.
"Mrs. Worthington sent me to see if you needed anything."
"I was drinking." He looked at her. "I was drunk."
She shrugged.
He stood holding the sheet tight to his midsection.
She couldn't help but notice the rippled stomach and defined muscles on his chest.
"We can annul. I had too much to drink. My head wasn't clear."
She shook her head.
He frowned.
"We have consummated." A lie of course but she was desperate.
His mouth fell open. A moment she knew he'd not remember. After the preacher left, she'd taken him to the bedroom where he passed out before hitting the bed.
"Impossible. I'd remember that."
She shook her head again praying he'd buy the fib.
He pulled on his pants and dress shirt. "I don't even know you. Why in hell would I marry you?"
"My name is Matty Beck—Black. I was employed with the Worthington's. You've come to dinner several times."
His brown eyes lit with recognition. "You're the house maid."
"I married a maid?"
The words stung and she turned from him so he wouldn't see the disappointment upon her face.
"Why would you marry me if I was into the spirits?"
"You seemed fine to me."
He took a step toward her. "Why would you marry me at all when you don't even know me?"
She gripped the blanket on the bed. "You…you said kind words, and I…I believed them.
"How desperate are you to marry a stranger?" he yelled. "You found out who my father is. You want money. You tricked me."
Well, he got the last one right, but the first two irritated her. She was not the kind of person to marry for money. Really, who did he think she was?
"Sorry to disappoint you but I refused my inheritance years ago."
"If you mean to say that I could not find myself a suitable husband because I am a maid, then you're wrong."
"That is exactly what I am saying Miss—"
"The hell it is."
He went into the kitchen picked up the marriage license and stared at it.
Matty dressed quickly and inched into the room. Confusion pulled at his features and she began to feel sorry for him. This was her fault. She'd planned this. Now she had to continue telling the lie she'd told. She glanced outside and shivered. Boldness, be my tongue. Shakespeare's words echoed in her mind. It was worth it. She'd been living in fear for a week. Colonel Black had been her saviour, and she risked a life full of love and happiness for this—a lie in which she'd speak for the rest of her life. She swallowed back the lump in her throat and willed the tears not to fall.
"Why can't I remember?" He glanced at her. "And why in hell would I marry you?"

Author bios:

Alison Bruce has had many careers and writing has always been one of them. Copywriter, editor and graphic designer since 1992, Alison has also been a comic book store manager, small press publisher, webmaster and arithmetically challenged bookkeeper. She is the author of mystery, suspense and historical romance novels.

Kat Flannery’s love of history shows in the novels she writes. She is an avid reader of historical, suspense, paranormal, and romance. When not researching for her next book, Kat can be found running her three sons to hockey and lacrosse. She’s been published in numerous periodicals. This is Kat’s third book and she is hard at work on her next.

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