Friday, August 12, 2016

#Book #Blitz...Bound By Duty...#BookBoost...#Giveaway

Proudly Presents. . .A Book 'Blitz'
Featuring Author, Stormy Smith

Bound by Duty

Stormy Smith(Bound #1)
Publication date: July 24th 2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

Amelia grew up in a world of half-truths. She knows she’s an Elder but has no idea what that means. Her father reminds her daily that she must maintain control but he refuses to explain why. Even worse, she’s betrothed to the prince of the Immortals and she doesn’t even know his name.

Finally breaking free to live a few normal years at a community college, the last thing Amelia expects is to find her best friend in a cheeky Southern girl and to fall for a self-assured human who sees her for who she is and not what she’ll be.

As she learns more about herself, Amelia realizes the line between love and duty is a thin one. As her power continues to increase exponentially and her questions are slowly answered, Amelia must make the ultimate choice. The question is, will her head or her heart win the battle?

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To set the stage, this scene features Amelia and Aidan. They are just getting to know each other and both have pasts that have irrevocably changed the people they have become. There are secrets and fears that have been buried their whole lives. The question is if they can trust each other?

Without looking back at me, he squeezed my hand tightly. His fingers pressing hard into the divots between the bones in my hand. He clutched at my hand as if I could keep him here, pull him away from the memories that overwhelmed him, that threatened to pull him down into a place I could feel he didn’t want to go.

“You can tell me, but only if you want to.” I put the words between us and let the silence follow. Turning back to stare at the sky, I gave him time to decide. I had no idea what he had been through, what he would say, but I understood what the darkness of truth could do to you if you let it.

“I don’t know why, but I want to tell you, Amelia. It’s insane because I never tell anyone this stuff. But, I want to tell you. Before this goes any further, I want you to know who I am.” He still wasn’t looking at me so while I saw him in my peripheral, I kept my gaze on the clouds. “Then, tell me,” I said. Taking a deep breath, I finished with a surprising, “Tell me and I’ll tell you.”

The longer Aidan held my hand, the more I got used to the feel of my nerves being raw and the increased sensations that vibrated from our point of contact throughout the rest of my body. As I lay there, waiting for him to speak, he kept our hands locked, sliding his middle finger up and down in a slow rhythm over the back of my hand. I could feel callouses on his palm and the heat he radiated. It was soothing and, for once, I was truly in control, at least as far as my power was concerned. My heartbeat, however, raced triple time as I had time to realize that I was laying on the forest floor holding hands with Aidan Montgomery, waiting for him to unlock doors I hadn’t known I wanted inside of. Someone I could give some of my truth to and who wanted to give me theirs in return.

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Author Bio:

Stormy Smith calls Iowa's capital home now, but was raised in a tiny town in the Southeast corner of the state. She grew to love books honestly, having a mom that read voraciously and instilled that same love in her. She knew quickly that stories of fantasy were her favorite, and even as an adult gravitates toward paranormal stories in any form.

Writing a book had never been an aspiration, but suddenly the story was there and couldn't be stopped. When she isn't working on, or thinking about, her books, Stormy's favorite places include bar patios, live music shows, her yoga mat or anywhere she can relax with her husband or girlfriends. 

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#Book #Blitz...This Is Me...#BookBoost #Giveaway

Proudly Presents. . .A Book 'Blitz'
Featuring Author, C.E. Wilson

This is Me.

C.E. Wilson
Publication date: August 11th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Science Fiction


Anthropomorphic Sentient Individualized Servile uniT.

Rogan is a robot. More specifically, he is an Asist – a personalized humanoid servant that provides protection, assistance, and companionship for a lonely young woman living on her own in the city. Chloe is trying to get her big break, singing at bars and clubs all over the city at night while she pays the bills as a substitute teacher during the day. Ever since she activated him many months ago, Rogan has been her beautiful, dependable, obedient, dead-eyed security blanket.

One morning she is shocked when he disobeys a direct command in an attempt to please her and his dull artificial eyes flash a hint of something new. Is this the result of the adaptive Asist servility programming or is Rogan actually thinking? Can a robot think? Can a robot feel?

As Chloe struggles with these thoughts she is blindsided by the singular Niven Adams, a handsome, confident man with the voice of an angel who is everything she’s ever wanted in a boyfriend. He’s the perfect guy for her, except for one problem. Niven doesn’t approve of Asists and takes an immediate dislike to Rogan. As Niven charms his way deeper and deeper into Chloe’s heart, Rogan tries to convince her that he is more than a mass-produced disposable servant.

With Rogan doing everything in his power to prove that his thoughts and feelings are real and Niven trying to persuade her to abandon her robot and have a normal human relationship, Chloe is trapped between the two things that mean the most to her. Does she embrace her relationship with the blond newcomer, or face that her Asist’s feelings may be more than features of his programming?

What really makes a person a person?

Is it a ticking muscle inside their chest, or is it something more?

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Author Bio:
C.E. Wilson is 32 years old, grew up in Millersville, Pennsylvania, and has been living in Pittsburgh since 2009. For the first few years living in Pittsburgh, she was an English teacher. Her first book, "Oath of Servitude," was published in 2012. In 2013, she quit teaching to be a full time author and hasn't looked back since. She loves spending time with her daughter and husband.

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

#Book #Spotlight...Missing Piece...#BookBoost

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Featuring Author, Uzo Okoye

Title: Missing Piece
Author: Uzo Okoye
Publisher: Independent
Pages: 164
Genre: Inspirational/Legal Thriller

John Williams' picture perfect life is stripped apart, piece by piece and lies in a crumpled heap, just after he finds true fulfilment. And to make matters worse, a troubling dark secret from his past returns to haunt him.  
Will John accept his new reality? Is he brave enough to fight for the truth? Or will the enticement to return to his seemingly perfect past prove too much of a temptation to resist?

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Chapter 1

HOME FANS ROARED their displeasure to intimidate the referee and dissuade him from giving a penalty. It fell on deaf ears.
The fans knew the rules of the game, and even worse, that a penalty decision could turn the tide of the match against their side. Their only hope was that their keeper could predict which way the dreaded striker would shoot as he had done in the twelfth minute.
Luck was certainly not on their side. The away fans screamed their delight as their team equalised.
Sat in his cinema room, John was beginning to feel the tension ease. He had decided to watch the game on his new 85-inch 3D Sony Bravia flat screen with two of his mates, and although it was not the same as being in the stadium, it was a great atmosphere.
The equaliser came just before the whistle, signalling the end of the first half. John’s wife, Amy, served the boys some drinks and her indigenous hot pepper soup to hold off the wintry shivers.
“This is the game changer,” Sam said, apparently intoxicated and struggling to get his words out.
John’s other friend, Josh was more vocal: “With the equaliser, hopefully, Chelsea now have the confidence to take Arsenal to the cleaners. They have done it before; why not now? We need those three points to stay clear of them at the top of the table.”
The camera zoomed in on the players as they returned to the pitch for the second half. It started slow, and for the next forty minutes, neither side could make an impact. But in the 90th minute, the striker from the visiting team struck from 20 yards, slotting the ball past the goalkeeper. He’d left three defenders in his wake, two of them crashing into each other like cars colliding in a motorway smash, as they scrambled for the ball. But it was now past their keeper, tucked neatly in the back of the net leaving just two minutes of extra time for the home team at the Emirates, to make any reasonable counter attack.
The visiting fans roared their delight at the goal that secured victory. The boys in John’s cinema room were no different – ecstatic in the euphoria of the moment. It took them ten minutes to settle down after the match ended. They thanked Amy profusely for hosting them as they made their way out of the house into the full blast of the November night winds. She acknowledged their gratitude, glad her hosting skills that night was a success.
John saw them out and then returned to the room, sliding onto the Egyptian hand-crafted sofa.
 “Thanks for hosting the boys,” he said. Amy nodded her acknowledgement for the second time that evening.
John watched her through the corner of his eyes and remembered the day he first saw her. She was standing in a lovely red dress on six-inch platform heels in the club TwoPoint0. The waiter was filling her slim wine glass with some Rouviére Rosé. His favourite. He noticed she came in with his mate, Daniel King.
John spent the rest of the evening stealing glances at her. She had her hair all braided, falling down to her sides and almost covering her big brown eyes. Underneath was a pointed nose and red lips that pouted. She was petite, at five feet five inches, attractive, elegant and unassuming. He particularly loved how she tilted her head backwards, closed her eyes and laughed throatily when she was amused. She didn’t do much of that these days.
A month later, he met Daniel with another girl at a friend’s birthday party. He couldn’t help but ask about his previous date, and was visibly relieved to hear she was not a date but Daniel’s cousin. She was also free – having just escaped an abusive relationship.
He took her number from Daniel. He wasn’t sure if he was her type. It seemed unlikely at the time. She would be the ultimate prize if she happened to like him. He would consider himself the luckiest man alive. Could he dare make a move on her? It would be an African Shakespearian love story… or tragedy if it all went wrong!
Luck seemed to be on his side when she agreed on a date. Time stood still during their six-month whirlwind romance and in spring of the following year, they were married.
John believed Amy was the woman who would fill the emptiness and void that plagued him.
But a few months after their wedding, he noticed the same old feeling resurface. She was perfect. He couldn’t fault her in any way. Then, even though he didn’t want to admit it, he came to the cold realisation that she couldn’t fill the yawning, aching need down in the very core of his being. There was still the profound sense that something was off. The harrowing gap remained in his guts.
The darkness hovering over his life was suffocating him, and he began to realise that, getting married was, a pointless exercise. Yes, he was happy to have found her – no doubt. But his marriage didn’t give him the answers he had envisioned. If anything, it created more stress and widened the gap of dissatisfaction.
What if all the uneasiness was just a phase? With renewed hoped John focused on the birth of their baby. Surely, this new addition would be the answer to his deep longings?
Dave was ushered into their lives screaming at the top of his lungs at exactly ten past one on 21st May 1996. He gave John the most beautiful experience – the feeling of being a father – he was now responsible for another person. A little man.
Amy came back from the hospital the day after Dave was born. Dave was very fragile, weighing just 6.5 pounds at birth. They hardly had any sleep. And Amy, far from being the happy new mum, was often teary-eyed. John expected an upheaval in their lives, but he also expected it to go back to normal afterwards. It didn’t.
He desperately wanted Dave to settle down so their lives – or his at least – could return to some kind of normality. But life as he knew it was over - the tragic demise of their idyllic honeymoon period. The beautiful experience of being a father came with a price tag – the responsibility for another person, for life.
John and Amy never recovered. Amy continually nagged and cried at the drop of a hat. What was wrong with her? They fought and argued more times than not. It drove him away from the house.
That was when he started the secret rendezvous with Kayleigh. The first time was the day they worked late together alone, on the Silicon Case. She was soon his mistress. They met twice a week. Yes, he was attracted to Kayleigh but he didn’t love her. She was just a necessary evil. He did it to relieve the pressure of home life.
He also wouldn’t say he didn’t love Amy. As long as she didn’t know, it wouldn’t hurt her. After all, a man had to do what a man had to do. The feeling of guilt, though, made him even emptier on the inside. He hated to cheat on Amy, but couldn’t do anything to stop himself. It was like a magnetic pull, and the worst thing was that he couldn’t help notice how deep and empty every night with Kayleigh left him.
He desperately needed something to fill the void.
Eighteen months later, their daughter Lola was born, a second intrusion thrust into John and Amy’s already chaotic lives. But this time John knew – Lola wouldn’t be and wasn’t the answer he was searching for.
Fifteen years later and nothing much had changed. The emptiness remained at the core of his being.
John switched off the TV. Five minutes later he was in bed next to Amy. She was snoring softly.
John wondered, as he always did when left to his thoughts, about one unanswered question – what could possibly fill the void in his life?

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About the Author

Little did Uzo Okoye know what God had in store for her when six years ago, she was awakened by a restlessness that persisted. Thus, would begin a journey of many doubts, frustrations, in an attempt to discern answers.

During this time of unsettledness and a deep cry for real answers, surprisingly she is ignited with a desire to write, the answers that formed the basis of a book idea.

No sooner, risking leaving the familiar, her comfort zone and stepping into the unknown, Uzo began the challenging but exciting work of writing her debut fiction novel, ‘Missing Piece’.

Forever grateful to God for entrusting her with this gift, she looks forward to hearing the many testimonies of how ‘Missing Piece’ inspires hope and produces lasting peace, joy and new way of living realised through a personal encounter and walk with Jesus Christ.

Missing Piece will be published in June 2016 and will be available on Amazon, Apple and other retailers where mentioned. The ebook is currently available for pre order on Apple, Kobo and other retailers. 

Uzo is a Management graduate from the University of Port Harcourt in Nigeria, and currently works as an IT professional in the United Kingdom.

She is a member of the dynamic and flourishing church Kings Court Chapel, located in Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire under the senior leadership of Pastor Sola and Pastor Tumise Ewedemi. On Sundays, she enjoys using her gift of teaching Kingdom truths to the delightful and inquisitive kids aged seven and eight.

Married to Ejike Okoye, the couple share their home with their three beautiful children in Hemel Hempstead, the eastern part of England.

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#Book #Blast...Baseball's Dynasties...#BookBoost #Promo

We're happy to be hosting Jonathan Weeks' BASEBALL'S DYNASTIES AND THE PLAYERS WHO BUILT THEM Book Blast today!

About the Book:

Title: Baseball’s Dynasties and the Players Who Built Them
Author: Jonathan Weeks
Publisher: Rowan and Littlefield
Pages: 408
Genre: Sports History

Baseball has had its fair share of one-and-out champions, but few clubs have dominated the sport for any great length of time. Given the level of competition and the expansive length of the season, it is a remarkable accomplishment for a team to make multiple World Series appearances in a short timespan. From the Baltimore Orioles of the 1800s who would go to any length to win—including physically accosting opponents—to the 1934 Cardinals known as the “Gashouse Gang” for their rough tactics and determination, and on to George Steinbrenner’s dominant Yankees of the late twentieth century, baseball’s greatest teams somehow found a way to win year after year. 

Spanning three centuries of the game, Baseball’s Dynasties and the Players Who Built Them examines twenty-two of baseball’s most iconic teams. Each chapter not only chronicles the club’s era of supremacy, but also provides an in-depth look at the players who helped make their teams great. Nearly two hundred player profiles are included, featuring such well-known stars as Joe DiMaggio, Jackie Robinson, Sandy Koufax, and Pete Rose, as well as players who were perhaps overshadowed by their teammates but were nonetheless vital to their team’s reign, such as Pepper Martin, Allie Reynolds, and George Foster. 

With a concluding chapter that profiles the clubs that were on the cusp of greatness, Baseball’s Dynasties and the Players Who Built Them is a fascinating survey of what makes some teams dominate year after year while others get only a small taste of glory before falling to the wayside. Written in a lively style with amusing anecdotes and colorful quotes, this comprehensive book will be of interest to all fans and historians of baseball.

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With a roster full of superstars, the Orioles captured three straight pennants from 1894–1896. They followed with a pair of near misses, placing second in 1897 and 1898. Along the way, they developed a reputation as one of the nastiest teams in baseball. John Heydler, an umpire who would later ascend to the NL presidency, described the Orioles of the 1890s as “mean, vicious, ready at any time to maim a rival player or an umpire.” Infielder John McGraw was proud of that distinction. “We’d go tearing into a bag with flying spikes as though with murderous intent,” he boasted. “We were a cocky, swashbuckling crew and wanted everybody to know it.”

Pirates great Honus Wagner manufactured a tall tale about a harrowing trip around the bases against the Orioles. After driving a ball deep into the outfield, he claimed to have been tripped at first base by Jack Doyle and then knocked flat by Hughie Jennings at second. Climbing to his feet, he lumbered toward third, only to find John McGraw holding a shotgun on him. “You stop right there!” McGraw allegedly bellowed. Although Wagner’s story is obviously apocryphal, numerous reliable accounts confirm the fact that the Orioles resorted to underhanded tactics regularly. When they weren’t physically accosting opponents, they were treating them to streams of verbal abuse. Baltimore players were so free in their use of profanity that a resolution was adopted in 1898, imposing mandatory expulsions upon anyone using “villainously foul” language. 

Even the groundskeepers at Baltimore were deceitful. Soap flakes were mixed with the soil around the pitcher’s mound to make the hands of opposing hurlers slippery when they reached into the dirt. Orioles moundsmen knew to keep untainted soil in their pockets. The infield was mixed with clay and rarely watered, creating a surface not unlike cement. Baltimore players chopped down on the ball, creating dramatically high hops that gave them a head start to first base (hence, the origin of the term Baltimore chop). The outfield was ruddy and riddled with weeds. Outfielders allegedly kept extra balls hidden out there in the event that the ones in play eluded them.

About the Author

Weeks spent most of his life in the Capital District area of New York. He earned a degree in psychology from SUNY Albany. In 2004, he migrated to Malone, NY. He continues to gripe about the frigid winter temperatures to the present day. A member of the Society for American Baseball Research, he writes about the game because he lacked the skill to play it professionally. He still can't hit a curve ball or lay off the high heat. Baseball’s Dynasties is his fourth nonfiction work. 

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#Book #Spotlight...Morrison on My Mind...#BookBoost #Romance

Proudly Presents. . .A Book 'Spotlight'
Featuring Author, K.D. Friedrich

Morrison on my Mind
The Heart Falls Heroes 
Book Three
K. D. Friedrich
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Date of Publication: 6/27/16

ISBN: 9781622103706

Number of pages: 207 
Word Count: 67800

Book Description: 

What does a guy do when the girl he's crazy about just wants him for his body? He takes the sexy deal with a secret plan to win her heart. Morrison on My Mind offers the perfect blend of romance and fun, a spicy tale about taking chances and finding love. 

Cat Cross has had it with relationships. Her ex-fiancé destroyed her childish dreams of happily ever after when she caught him banging a high-society tramp in their bed. She should have known. Men are only good for one thing, and that’s not opening jars. Determined to keep her sex life casual, she refuses to mix emotion with physical pleasure. No man is worth the risk of another broken heart. Not even the hotter than hell fireman Stan Morrison. 

For months, Cat has resisted Stan’s sexy charm and good looks. He’s a temptation she can’t afford to entertain. But after a few drinks and one night of incredible sex, she’s agreed to an exclusive friends-with-benefits agreement with the one man able to set fire to her frozen heart. 

Stan’s had his fill of casual sex. He’s ready to settle down, and there’s no better place to take root than his hometown of Heart Falls. Unfortunately, the girl he has his sights on would rather leap into a fiery pit than be tied to any one man. Knowing she’s hesitant to consent to anything permanent, he agrees to her non-relationship contract, planning to convince her he’s worth the risk. 

With their sexual agreement set, Cat is confident she’ll be able to satisfy her libido while keeping her emotions in check. Stan is determined to pleasure her body and win her heart. Love was never part of the deal and is strictly against the rules. But as everyone knows, rules were meant to be broken, and Stan intends to rip apart every last one of them.


Stan, a man known to make a stripper flush, suffered more hot flashes in Cat’s company than a three-alarm fire.

An enigma wrapped in a body made for sin, Cat kept her past, even some of her present, a mystery. Her personal exposure went no further than a snarky attitude with a fun-girl exterior.

Case in point—tonight, she wore a skin-tight black tank top. Her breasts flowed over the scooped neckline, creating a deep valley of cleavage that he wanted to dive his face right into. The vivid tattoos on both her arms drew his attention next. He’d have to ask her the artist’s name. The skin art exhibited flawless skill, adding a naughty, wicked air to her body language, balancing out her softness with a tough edge sure to slice through any man’s resistance.

Her platinum curls brushed her shoulders, sweeping her soft flesh with each sway of her round hips. She encased her plush shapely legs in a pair of tight stonewashed jeans. The hem of each leg touched the floor, the denim a tad too long for her petite frame. She wore her usual Converse sneakers. A diamond stud on the side of her nose caught the light and sparkled. Her bright irises sucked him in every time. The large, sapphire pools surrounded by thick raven-painted lashes glowed beneath the club lights. Thin black lines contoured her almond-shaped eyes, making them exotic. She kept her lips natural, no more than a hint of clear gloss coated her mouth. Not a single blemish marred her porcelain smooth skin. With her pale complexion, she’d be crazy to worship the sun.

A modern-day version of Marilyn Monroe, she possessed beauty, brains, and a body that made a man jump up and take immediate notice. Bursting with attitude and spice, Cat dared a man to tame her, even though he had little chance at success. On the outside, she wielded her sarcastic, witty, and flirty manner without shame. Deep within, she oozed feminine sexuality. She wore whatever the hell she wanted. Not that fashion mattered to her. Whether she sported a simple pair of faded jeans or a sleek, tight dress barely covering her fine ass, Cat Cross wore it well.

Her curves might not fit into society’s standards, but they sure as hell fit into his fantasies whenever he closed his eyes. She spoke her mind, didn’t succumb to convention, and for some strange reason, she scared the shit out of him.

Around her, his usual charm took an exit. His wit became nonexistent. He never knew what to say or how to respond to her flirty comebacks and appreciative glances. She unhinged him like no other woman.

She hadn’t noticed him yet. Her attention was locked in her own thoughts. He, on the other hand, shifted with a groan. As always, her presence caused him an instant hard-on. One glance at her full, bouncing breasts and soft round hips knocked him down the evolutional scale by ten thousand years. In an instant, he shifted him from cool, confident gentleman to sex-crazed caveman. Muscles tensed, skin heated, and his heart pounded as his body battled the arousal beating against his usual calm exterior. He cracked his neck and rolled back his shoulders, preparing for the flirty comments to commence.

In her hand, she held a deep blue guitar. The sight made Stan tilt his head. She didn’t seem the groupie type.

Two steps before she reached him, she glanced up, finally noticing him. A wide grin lifted her kissable lips. Just like that, he lost the war. He winced. His erection throbbed.

“Well, if my eyes don’t deceive me. Stan Morrison, my favorite neighborhood firefighter.” Unfazed, her eyes traveled the length of his body. She bit her bottom lip and lifted her brows.

He leaned against the wall and nearly fell when his shoulder met with air. Instead of a wall, his body pushed against a door that hadn’t been closed all the way. He quickly caught himself on the doorframe.

Shit, did the freaking wall move? He pulled the door closed.

The carefree sound of her laugh shot through his chest and struck his heart like a well-aimed bullet. Embarrassment attempted to heat his cheeks. He fought the distress like a warrior. Her ability to unarm him never failed. Several months of fighting off arousal in her presence made him a master at hiding his reaction to her.

Well, except for a moment ago, when he’d almost fallen into the supply room, but otherwise, he’d handled himself like a champion. Yeah, just call me Champ.

He kept his stance casual with his hands fisted in his pockets. His eyes locked on her as he kept his cool to the hot, deep, hunger burning in her eyes. Jesus, she unnerved him. Those damned enormous eyes entranced him like a pendulum swinging to the ticktock of a clock. Her smile—well, the wicked smirk—dared him to grab her, kiss her, and wipe the amusement from her beautiful face.

“What’s going on, beautiful?” He struggled to keep his gaze on her face and not her perfect breasts. Fat chance. He had a better shot sinking a basketball from the opposite end of the court with one hand…blindfolded.

“Not much. Getting ready for my set.”

He pushed away from the doorframe. “You’re in a band?” Pete never mentioned anything about it. Neither did Cara.

“What did you think I was…one of those airheaded groupies?”

He glanced away. The thought had crossed his mind. He’d be damned if he’d admit it, though. 

“Figures. Men always underestimate me, because of these babies.” She gave her tits a quick, gentle squeeze.

His gaze dropped. He licked his lips. Fingers snapped in front of his face, catching his attention immediately. He glanced up to Cat’s smirk. Damn, there went my well-maintained control.

About the Author:

K. D. Friedrich is a writer of Contemporary and Paranormal Romance. A lifelong New Yorker, an overprotective mother (her daughter's words), and an obsessed reader of everything romance. Most days, you can find her hard at work, creating intricate worlds and compelling characters, hot alpha heroes being her favorite. Her novel, Soul Tie Seduction, placed second in the 2013 Golden Palm contest for Paranormal Romance and was a finalist in the 2016 Golden Quill for Paranormal Romance. 


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Wednesday, August 10, 2016

#Book #Blitz...Scorpio's Kiss...#BookBoost #Promo

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Featuring Author, M.C. Domovitch

Scorpio's Kiss
By M C Domovitch
Genre: Romance

Scorpio's Kiss is a spell-binding tale of love, ambition and greed that will keep the reader turning the pages until its surprise ending. Set in New York and Paris amid the glamorous and competitive worlds of art and real estate, Scorpio's Kiss takes the reader from the late 1940s to the 1960s through the tumultuous lives of its heroes. 

There is Alex Ivanov, the son of a Russian immigrant and part-time prostitute. He yearns to escape his sordid life and achieve fame and fortune. His dreams of becoming a world-class builder are met with countless obstacles, yet he perseveres in the hope of someday receiving the recognition he craves. 

Half a world away, Brigitte Dartois is an abused teenager who runs into the arms of a benefactor with an agenda all his own. When she finds out that her boss has an ulterior motive, she flees again, determined to earn her living through her art. This career brings her fame, but also the unwanted attention of her early abuser. 

Domovitch’s novel is a compelling tale, filled with finely etched characters and a superb understanding of the power of ambition. Scorpio's Kiss promises to resonate with all who once had a dream.

Author Bio:

Monique Domovitch lives with her physician husband and their two dogs. They divide their time between their farm on the west coast, their home in Toronto and the Florida Keys. She started writing later in life, after retiring from her television career, “proving that one is never too late to follow one’s dreams,” as she points out. When she is not writing or traveling, she is an avid redecorator. Which might explain why we move so much,” she says, laughing. “Once a house has been re and re-done, it’s time to move on.” Monique is working on her ninth book, in the genre of Scorpio’s Kiss, tentatively titled Under a Libra Sky. 


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