Originally posted on Read me...:
A number of you have been asking us to start a Newsletter, this way they don’t miss out on our new releases, giveaways and promotional discounts and freebies. After a lot of thought and lazying on the subject we finally decided to get one out there.
Now, I know you’re first thought must be “Finally! Thanks for making our reading lives a lot easier.” I’m sure the second one is “Why the collaboration?”
I’m not sure some of you know that we are sisters. But most don’t know that we are twins! We don’t look very much a like but we’ve gotten the art of impersonating each other down to a T.
The Newsletter will be quarterly issue starting 15th January 2015 with an attachment of 100 pages of two novels, one from each of the authors. However there will be mini Newsletters depending on new releases links, book…
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Originally posted on The Popcorn Chronicles:
PATRICK WENSINK-My novel shot to the top of the site’s bestseller list last summer. You won’t believe how little I got paid!
In one more week I was going to be a millionaire.
At least, that was the rumor circulating around my wife’s family. One more week on Amazon’s best-seller list and I would have seven figures in the bank, easily. Her cousin had looked this fact up on the Internet, so it had to be true.
“Please tell them that is nowhere near true,” I said. “But don’t tell them how much money I’m actually going to make.”
“OK,” my wife said. “Can I tell them how many books you sold?”
I didn’t have a good answer. Secrecy seemed like the practical, professional response in times of success.
It made me wonder where this writerly knee-jerk reaction comes from. It wasn’t that people would think…
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Originally posted on Blogging for a Good Book:
It’s a staple of spy thrillers that your friends are sometimes as dangerous, if not more so, than your enemies. After all, the main survival mechanism in espionage is paranoia. Is this colleague a spy? Is that one undermining my missions, going rogue, or threatening my budget? Is the agent from an allied power spying on me? The advent of women in both real world and fiction espionage has increased that problem geometrically and given thriller writers a new topic to explore.
Could woman, that most domesticated and docile of creatures, turn on her former masters and take her revenge in ways a man can’t comprehend?
That’s the problem that dominates the minds of the top administrators at Vauxhall Cross, headquarters of Britain’s MI6. A new chief has been named, and it’s (gasp) a woman! Amanda Levene has mastered every challenge at MI6 and has succeeded to the office no woman…
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Originally posted on the one who writes:
I just got a brand spanking new royalty check from Amazon, which I’ve donated to Africare for Ebola relief. I’m challenging all my fellow interracial romance authors to donate as well. Come on ladies, do it for the sisters.
And for those of you who aren’t authors, make a donation to Africare through Gina’s link between now and midnight on October 3rd 2014 and get a FREE copy of any book from my backlist. Simply email me the receipt and tell me which one my books you want and in what format. Now come on, you can’t beat that one with a stick.
The technicalities of a one night stand are usually, you meet a person at a bar, club or pub. You get a sexual vibe then you take off to a motel, the car or to their apartment. Then early in the morning someone sneaks out and you never see each other again. Rich had perfected the art, he didn’t expect to see Catalella again, but life has a funny way of surprising you. Catalella ends up being his lawyer and more than that she’s got a gift for him, one that he will get in nine months.
Available now http://www.amazon.com/One-Night-Stand-New-Yorker-ebook/dp/B00N3AMP20/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1410113592&sr=8-3&keywords=one+night+stand
Catelella Ross thought that she had been through everything already and come out of the other side a winner. Beating leukemia and getting her life back with the support of her husband, that’s what she thought. When her husband Michael discovers that she can’t have a child due to the chemotherapy he leaves her. Catalella tries to commit suicide but when she is saved she wakes up with a new lease on life. A few years later she concentrates all her efforts on the law firm that her father had left to her.
Ethan McCreery had a hard time growing up. The death of his father forced him to take over the family empire, but he still had his father’s best friend calling the shots. He has to prove himself so as to inherit all of the fortune his father had left to him. A billionare business man by night and a night club owner by night, a one night stand chages his life completely. Bewitched by Catalella’s full lips the last thing he expected to come out of them are the words “I am pregnant!”
Originally posted on MM Good Book Reviews:
After the End
With international flights crisscrossing the skies on an hourly basis, are we ever really safe?
When a strain of the Ebola virus mutates; it spreads quickly leaving the medical community shattered. People are dropping in the streets and life, as most know it, comes to an end. Two city dweller survivors, Dean and William, are forced to flee the city and live in the wilderness—where dangers lurk behind every tree and in every valley. Not everyone alive after the end is good, and William and Dean are faced with challenges that would bring many to their knees.
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Originally posted on Ermilia:
Ermisenda and I were looking back at our book reviews and realized how short they’ve gotten (mostly mine). I used to have a “you might like this book if…” section and separated it out into sections. I’d like to get back to writing better quality reviews rather than putting them off until I sit down and write 10 in one evening, but they lack the detail and finesse.
That made wonder, what do you want to see from a book review? I have my phone back, which means Audible is back and I can catch up on the pile of TBR calling my name. What do you want to see?
I was on Pinterest looking for inspiration and found some graphics I may mimic. I liked the why bit and the suggestions.
Do you read book reviews? Do you like getting suggestions at the end? Help us improve our book…
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Originally posted on Blogging for a Good Book:
It’s a little known fact, but the vocalist for one of the big-name bands out there also has the greatest chops as a legal novelist. And with Limitations, which the New York Times Magazine graciously published in serial form, he shows that he can even take on the novella as a frame for his characters and settings.
Limitations brings readers back to Scott Turow’s fictional Kindle County, which has been likened to Chicago, but with a smaller-town feel. It also revisits two earlier characters – attorney George Mason (Personal Injuries) and Chief Judge Rusty Sabich (Presumed Innocent, Innocent). Mason is now a judge on the Court of Appeals and is discovering that wisdom does not come with age and experience.
He’s also discovering that the black robe does not render him immune to the outside world: his wife and valued counselor of more than thirty years…
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AJ was asleep when he was woken up by the insistent buzzing of his phone. It was Saturday and he knew it was either his parents or his sisters asking him why he wasn’t at the family lunch. AJ didn’t think he could drive all the way to the Hamptons. He would have to call them back and make his excuses. He was relying on his mother’s need to baby him, to help with his dad. Adrian Senior would just send a helicopter to pick him up, but having this weekend with Katherine alone would help him get their relationship going. So he wouldn’t call them now. He was going to pretend he hadn’t heard his phone and maybe they would think their son was elbow deep in surgery.
AJ flopped back and closed his eyes. He was staring at the back of his eye lids, replaying the surgery he’d had that day. He liked doing that at the end of each day, try to reflect on everything that could have gone wrong, that did go wrong and a better technique to reduce the risk to the patient.
But lately all he could think about was caressing Katherine’s beautiful needy body. He could feel it call to him. Or that was just his insistent libido telling him to take her. His stomach always dipped at the sensual attraction that echoed from her to him and back again.
Just as the thoughts of Katherine filled his mind, her unmelodic, tone-deaf singing filled his ears.
“I’m glad we agree on that.” AJ said on hearing the lyrics. He’d jumped off his bed and headed toward the cat being skinned. And now he wasn’t standing before a cat, but before the most beautiful woman in the world, his woman. AJ knew now he had been the only man her creamy thighs had cradled, the only one her most intimate secret had invited in. Katherine was his, unsoiled by any other man’s hands, undefiled by any idiot’s attentions. She was perfectly made for him. A man of medicine and science, AJ rarely acknowledged God for much, but this time he had to say the big man in the sky had done a good job molding Katherine.
AJ titled his head as amused as he was curious, but definitely more aroused. The tug toward her was stronger than anything he had ever felt. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting on you,” her voice dripped with honey and a ravenous need that had his stomach doing flips.
“Are you sure you want to invite me in there.” His voice was deep and husky even to his own ears. AJ gazed directly into the hard silver lightning in her eyes waiting for a flicker of doubt.
“I don’t think you have a choice.” Katherine stared pointedly at his groin and he had to chuckle.
“Don’t you think I need more convincing?” AJ definitely did not. The question was more for her than it was for him. But the fire that lit in her eyes when he held her gaze as he moved closer to her, told him that she was ready for him. Katherine was definitely not the same girl from the bonfire. He liked this confident side of her, the ‘I get what I want and what I want is you.’ AJ stepped around the bathtub and urged her forward so that he could slip in behind her.
AJ put his hands on the sides of the tub, teasing her and at the same time restraining himself. She rubbed up against him and he bit back a curse. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself but Katherine seemed determined to drive him nuts. So he gave into his untamed desire.“Have you ever done it in a bathtub?”
There wasn’t a surface known to man that AJ hadn’t had sex on. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead what he said was, “Don’t think about anything else but the two of us. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t forget this experience. Ever.”
Katherine stared at the number as AJ’s phone rang. She wanted to grab it and let this Lisette girl know that AJ had already been taken. But just as her fingers reached for it, AJ walked into the room, a towel riding low on his hips while he used another to dry his hair.
“Is that mine?” he asked.
“Yup, it’s been ringing for a while.” She watched him pick it up, waiting for the guilt to register on his face. But—nothing. Instead he answered the phone with a sweet ‘Yes sweetheart.’ She stared at him, frustrated and steamed.
Katherine leaped off the bed and stalked to her room. Her heart pounded so hard she was surprised it hadn’t flown out of her chest. She couldn’t remember being this angry. She had spent the whole weekend with AJ; they seemed to be in a love bubble. But it was Sunday night, and it looked like it was time for Cinderella’s carriage to turn into a pumpkin. She should have known AJ’s attention and adoration had a time limit. How else did he fit in the hordes of whores in his busy medical schedule?
She could feel the tears sting her eyes. And no matter how much she told herself AJ wasn’t worth crying over, her heart couldn’t stop weeping. It was her fault, she was the one asked to be ‘roommates with benefits.’ She was just getting what she asked for. She quickly swiped the tears away when she heard AJ’s approaching footsteps.
“Hey, it was just my sister. Apparently since I missed Saturday lunch, I have to make up for it by having lunch with her tomorrow.” He half snorted a laugh.
“I think we should be ‘roommates with benefits,’” she declared.
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