Tuesday, February 20, 2018


Title: Silent Song
Author: Jaci Wheeler
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 22, 2018 

*Barrett* I’m Deaf. What most people view as a disadvantage, I see as an advantage. I feel my way through life in my 1969 Ford Fairlane. The vibrations and speed sustain me, the race track is where I dominate. I thought racing was all I needed to survive…but I was wrong. *Presley* Music is my life. I inhale the melody and breathe in the lyrics. That was until I met someone that opened my eyes to a new culture. Who knew all it would take was silence for me to really experience music. When Silence and sound collide it creates an explosion of the senses.
“I want to ask you something but don’t want make you uncomfortable.”
Oh God, please don’t ask me for sex. I can’t deal with that right now. He isn’t going to ask for comfort sex, is he? Oh Lord, he is. How do you turn down a grieving brother? A hot, grieving brother at that? 
“What?” I sign, not looking at him at all. 
“Could you…I mean, would it be okay if you sang to me?” My head snaps up and I look at him. He’s looking down sheepishly, but he raises his eyes to meet mine. 
“Why sing if can’t hear you?” 
“I can a little…if you let me put my head on your chest.” I look at him skeptically and he is quick to follow up, “I swear it’s not a line. My mom used to sing to me that way, and it’s been a while, so I was just curious if it would work with you.”
“Light on off which?” I repeat. 
“I prefer low light, always on.” He flips off the main switch and turns on the nightstand light, which isn’t more than an amber glow. 
I roll to my back and he places his head on my shoulder. I think about what song to sing. It’s not like it’s really going to matter much to him, but I never make a song choice without thought. Music is the sound track of life to me, so I decide something a little sad and soulful is in order. I pick ‘Hallelujah’ by Jeff Buckley. Singing while flat on your back with a person on top of you is no easy feat. I guess it doesn’t really matter what the sound is like as long as the vibration is there, so with that in mind, I keep my tone low and raspy. Luckily, I tend to feel right at home singing alto, so this works out pretty nicely. 
I start off soft and low, and let the music build. He is tentative in the beginning, who am I kidding, we both are. This should be seriously awkward. We hardly know each other and we’re entering major bubble territory…yet there’s also something very innocent and pure about it. I can tell when he starts to relax and is more comfortable. I’m really letting go as well now and just singing from my soul. He moves to where his head is fully on my upper chest, right below my throat. By the third verse I stop worrying about how weird this might be and the beauty of the situation full on hits me. I’m able to give this man something that he’s never been able to give himself. Sharing the joy of music isn’t only a passion for me, it’s a need, so we are just two souls fulfilling a great need in each other.
His tears are completely silent as they slowly hit my exposed skin and pool in the hollow of my throat. They spark my own tears. The idea that I can touch him so deeply this way, giving him nothing but my voice, touches me deeply. Without thinking, I bring his arms around me and place his hands flat against my back so he isn’t only getting the sound vibrations from my chest, but he can also feel them from behind. It has its desired effect when he sighs out against my neck. The song ends but neither one of us move. To be honest, I have no words. In this type of communication words are useless. I close my eyes and go right into ‘Brightest’ by Copeland. Somewhere around ‘As my guitar gently weeps’ by the Beatles, I drift off.”
Jaci Wheeler lives in the Central Valley of California with her husband and two precious kids. 
Her love of literature began in Jr. High when she was introduced to Lowis Lowry’s books. Since then she has had a passion for writing Young Adult books, and creating strong female leads. When she’s not writing, she is advocating for Autism Awareness and involved in the deaf community. 
Her favorite things to do are play with her children, craft with her friends, sleep while her husband watches movies and indulge in her favorite addictions: Coffee, candy and shoes.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Promo & Questions with.... JUDITH B. GLAD on COMMONER BY CHOICE

1.  Tell us about your release.

Well, first of all, it's a romance, probably because I can't seem to write anything else. In my first historical romance (The Queen of Cherry Vale), I introduced Hattie Rommel and Emmet Lachlan, Silas DeWitt, William and Flower. Pretty soon they became real people to me, clamoring for their own stories to be told. The clamor didn't stop there, though, because after a while another generation was waving hands, yelling, "Me too! Me too!"

Commoner By Choice (book X in the "Behind the Ranges" series) is about a young Black man in a family where most of his generation has lived exciting, interesting lives. Micah King, on the other hand, has never been much of anywhere, has never had a grand adventure. When he's offered a chance to step outside his ordinary existence, he takes it only reluctantly. That's when he meets Eliza Jane Dollarhide, independent and adventurous, who is seeking what might be buried treasure, but could just as easily be a hopeless cause. Of course, there is a villain who believes he has a better claim on whatever she's seeking and is willing to kill to see that he gets it.

The story is set against the rugged, grand background of Idaho's mountains, where gold lured honest miners and those who preyed  upon them. I won't claim to have been everywhere Micah and Eliza went, but I've spent enough time in the area to have a good feel for how challenging survival must have been with only what they could carry on three mules, and a hundred miles of wilderness to traverse. And having a really nasty bad guy after them would only make it more perilous.

2.  Without giving away any spoilers, give us a hint about a favorite scene.

Micah and Eliza began the day with a spat, and they are riding along a narrow canyon in single file, not speaking. Suddenly the ground begins to shake, the hillside above them to slide. Rocks crash all about Eliza, who manages to get her mule out of danger. When all is finally silent, the trail ahead is blocked. She sees the pack mule, but where is Micah? She is miles from the nearest gold camp, in country where wolves, bears and cougar hunt, and the man she is afraid she is falling in love with may be dead.

What can she do? The only thing possible. She copes.

3.  When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

When I learned to read? Seriously, though, even before that I made up these fantastic stories, until one of my great-aunts decided I was a confirmed liar and made sure everyone knew it. What she would never admit was that my "lies" were actually stories about imaginary people doing exciting stuff.

4. What is a typical writing day like?

Make tea, check email, read news, edit (I am an editor for Uncial Press), and when my job is out of the way, the afternoon is mine. I write, promote (I don't so as much of this as I should), plot, research (love to research!), or play solitaire or do jigsaw puzzles on the computer. Such mindless play lets the creative juices flow (and if you believe that, there is this nice bridge in Brooklyn for sale).

5. Do you have an interesting writing quirk or habit?

I'm really left-brained and it often interferes with my writing, because I am compelled to edit as I go along. The result is dry and pretty boring--too many years writing scientific stuff. So I either turn off my monitor or work on an Alpha-Smart (tiny screen holds about 15 characters). The result is sometimes close to incomprehensible because I'm a terrible typist, but it's almost always worth keeping, once I get rid of all the typos and misspellings, and it works for me.

6. What has been one of the most surprising things you’ve learned as a published author?

That folks are impressed. I never really thought about that aspect, although of course I dreamed of being rich and famous when I won the Pulitzer Prize or one of my books was made into a movie. I'm still waiting for those events. In the meantime it always comes as a surprise when someone thinks being a writer is enviable and wonderful. And making me rich. That last hasn't happened yet either, but I keep dreaming.

7. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?

My great-aunt Luella (not the one who called me a liar), my husband, and Glenn Balch. My aunt encourage me to tell my stories, convinced me to write them down when I was older, and always said I'd be published someday. Alas, she was long gone when I made my first sale, but I'd have never done it without her encouragement when I was a child. Glenn was our next door neighbor for several years and a successful author of YA westerns, mostly about horses and dogs. When I decided to settle down and write a book, I remembered how he'd gone to his office every day, just like a real job. So I decided that if I was serious about becoming a published author, I had to treat it like a real job. I probably would never have finished the first book otherwise. As for Neil, he simply believed I could do anything I set my mind to. He was more excited than I when I sold that first book.

8. What does your family think about your career as a published author?

By this time they are pretty well used to it. At first I think the kids all figured it was just another one of my hobbies. Now they're proud of me. As for the grandchildren, I have never figured out how they feel. "Cool, Granny," is not a helpful comment.

9. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?

Gardening (mostly vegetables), knitting (socks, anyone?), traveling, cooking, bicycling, and reading. The last is more of a compulsion than an interest. I can't survive without at least one book underway. I used to sew clothes for myself and my children, but not so much anymore, since mostly I wear jeans and knit shirts. I tried quilting and found I didn't enjoy it, not like many of my friends do, so my sewing machine just sits there growing cobwebs.

10. Can you tell us about what’s coming up next for you writing wise?

A couple of "Behind the Ranges" novellas, if I ever get the research done. Well...truth be told, I'm procrastinating, because when I look something up  on the web, it invariably leads to something else, and pretty soon I'm so far off topic that I never get back to the original question. I honestly will finish those novellas one of these days, though. Other than that, I've been toying with an idea for another Regency, but so far that's all it is--an idea.

11. How can readers connect with you online?

I've got three websites, a Facebook Page (https://www.facebook.com/pg/judewritesromance/posts/ ), and a Now-and-Again blog (http://judithbglad.blogspot.com/ ). Why three websites, you ask? Well, there's the Gladhaus one (http://www.hevanet.com/gladhaus/ ), that has a lot of non-writerly information I want to share, my writerly one (http://www.judithbglad.com/) that's all about my books, and my alter ego's website (http://www.jayewatson.com/). They all have active email links. Or everyone can just write to me at heyjude@judithbglad.com . I love hearing from my readers and promise to answer every single email.

Commoner by Choice by Judith B. Glad

The heyday of gold discoveries is over in Idaho Territory, but there are still fortunes to be found. Eliza Jane Dollarhide believes that one is buried somewhere near a tiny mining camp deep in the wilderness. Her guide is Micah King, young, widowed, highly recommended--and Black. Never having known a person of color, Eliza is at first apprehensive, but soon learns that Micah is both a gentleman and a superbly competent guide. A good thing, too, for soon after they reach the isolated gold mining town of Yellowjacket, they realize they face deadly danger. Someone is after the papers Eliza came to retrieve, and will stop at nothing, not even wanton murder, to get them. Only one road leads out of Yellowjacket, so Micah guides Eliza along a dangerous trail through the wilderness, depending on dim memories of a long-ago journey through almost impenetrable mountains. As they travel, each learns to know the other, and soon love blooms between them. Impossible love, for Eliza is white. So even if they survive their ordeal--and escape whoever is trying to kill them--sooner or later they will have to part. Or will they? Surely there must be a way they can be together, be happy.

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Saturday, February 17, 2018

Gift Card Contest

Well, Winter is still here in the USA and I decided to do a gift card contest.

Prize: $25 Amazon Gift Card
Open to: USA and Canadian winners
What you need to do: Tell us about a new author you've recently discovered.
(And yes, I should've added...new to you)

Contest winner will be chosen next weekend.

Book Winner!

The winner of THANKS FUR LAST NIGHT is..... Karielle Stephanie!
Please email me @  Pattifischer@yahoo.com  by 2/28/18 to claim your prize.

Friday, February 16, 2018


Title: The Cowboy Who Came Calling
Author: Linda Broday
Series: Texas Heroes, #2
ISBN: 9781492646471
Pub Date: February 6, 2018

He’ll do what it takes
To win
Her heart

Glory Day may be losing her vision, but that doesn’t mean she’ll ever stop fighting. Determined to provide for her struggling family, she confronts an outlaw with a price on his head. But when a mysterious cowboy gets between her and her target, Glory accidentally shoots him instead. Flustered, she has no option but to take the handsome stranger home to treat his wounds.

Former Texas Ranger Luke McClain didn’t plan to fall in love, but there’s no denying the strength of Glory’s will or the sweetness of her heart. But Glory’s been burned before, and Luke will have to reach into the depths of his own battered soul to convince her to take a chance...

And trust that love is worth fighting for.

At a young age, LINDA BRODAY discovered a love for storytelling, history, and anything pertaining to the Old West. After years of writing romance, it’s still tall rugged cowboys that spark her imagination. A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Linda has won many awards, including the prestigious National Readers’ Choice Award and the Texas Gold. She resides in the Texas Panhandle where she’s inspired every day.

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Twitter: @LBroday


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A light touch on Glory’s shoulder gave her a start. The hand surely belonged to Luke, for only he could loosen this flurry inside. She blinked several times, cursing the inability to see what he held. At last the item came into view.

A toothbrush. A real one.

Glory whirled. Every well-planned, scathing remark vanished, not even the mere footprint of one remained in her head. She cradled the treasure with wonder.

“You hankered for one of these the first time I saw you in the emporium. I also recall how you had to bite your tongue to keep from giving those girls their comeuppance.” Quiet challenge lay beneath Luke’s words. He dared her to refuse something she so desired. If she could.

Moral indignation that had burned so hotly before deserted her. “I thought you didn’t notice me that day. You appeared quite taken with the…other patrons.”

“Oh, I noticed.”

In a Monday that held more twists and turns than a dog’s hind leg, his barely audible reply and intent stare added yet more bewilderment. Why did he have to go and make her forget her outrage? Awfully difficult to harbor a grudge when he seemed intent on filling her head with hope.

She stared at the object in her palm, afraid it would fade into thin air as the genie in the Arabian Nights had. Fairy tales were for children, not grown women who knew better. McClain couldn’t be Aladdin—unless he whipped out a magic carpet. This night she wouldn’t rule out anything.

“Say something, Glory.” Hope gave her a sharp poke.

Patience grinned. “If you wanna kiss him, we’ll hide our eyes.”

Hell’s bells!  If she didn’t die of mortification, it would be a sheer miracle.

“I know you want to,” Patience crowed. “Leastways that’s what you wrote in your private book.”

“What kind of woman would pass up a kiss?” Luke raised her chin with the lightest of nudges.

Her legs threatened to buckle. Powerless in the spell of his gaze, she marveled at the rakish curve of his mouth. The essence of him wrapped around, over, and inside her as she gladly stepped onto his magic carpet.

One more kiss wouldn’t hurt anything.

A sudden scurry of feet seemed in the distance. Glory’s ears pounded. His frenzied heartbeat jumped through the fabric of his shirt. She sank into the curve of his arm because he stole her will to step back.

The kiss that began with tender softness deepened. She shuddered under his caress, a piece of clay in the hands of a master.

Her feverish skin throbbed with some strange need she didn’t comprehend. She only knew if she died in his arms this second, she would depart the world in a state of bliss.

When he lifted his head at last, she would have fallen without his steadying support. She rested her face on his broad chest for a moment to still the dizzying whirl.

“Thank you.” His murmur came faint as a breeze through willows. His ragged breath ruffled her hair.

A few seconds later, she remembered where they stood and the liberties she’d allowed. Never before had she been so carefree. Or so warm. “Good heavens!” She patted her hair, giving the room a sweeping glance, relieved to find it empty. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Whatever it was, I hope it remembers the way back.”

She groaned inwardly and lowered her eyes before he saw the answer. For the cost of a handful of wind she would stand before the preacher with him.

Darn him and his magic carpet!

Fact remained, no amount of wishing could erase the truth. Her father left…and so had her mother, though each in a different way. At the end of the day, she could put faith only in herself.
What hand of fate had flung him into her life? The man seemed to take extraordinary liberty in assaulting her with his presence at every turn—with no intention of staying.

“I need to ask where you got the money to pay off our note—and buy all this.” The pain inside made her voice sound cold.

“Will it matter?”

Glory wished for things that could never be. To stifle yearnings that swept her along like a dandelion in a sudden gust would take more will than she possibly had. And even more impossible…blocking the knowledge that she could forgive all else as long as he promised to never leave. She gripped the toothbrush. “I must know.”

“In my own time.” He brushed her cheek lightly with a fingertip.

Only after she could do a sight more than melt did she dare raise her eyes. “You’ve involved us in whatever it is you do.”

“Fair enough. First tell me what you were doing with your esteemed Dr. Dalton.”

Anger put her on familiar ground. She rested her hands on her hips and jutted her chin defiantly. Magic carpet rides were for damsels without obligations and those who could afford to daydream. “He’s not my anything. And I don’t have to justify it. Don’t let us keep you from wherever it is you need to mosey on to.”

“Fire and damnation! I’m trying to help.”

Thursday, February 15, 2018


Title: False Start
Series: Falling Small Duet #1
Author: Rebel Farris
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 7, 2018

CJ Loves Books - “Sensational Debut”

2 Amy’s Love Reading Blog - “What a way to set the bar!!! A can't miss read!!! Emotional rollercoaster but so worth it!!”
Books Laid Bare - “A sensational debut!!”
Sometimes bad decisions... are made for the right reasons. 
I lost everything with the death of my bandmate—my privacy, my reputation, my career, and the love of my life.
I’m nothing but the living ghost of Madelaine Dobransky. Still, I’ve managed to make a new life for myself and build a successful business from the ashes. And even though my world is filled with guilt, secrets, and suspicion... it lies buried beneath the surface.
All I wanted was a tattoo. I didn't know that it would bring him—the one who watches—back into my life. Nor did I expect the tempting tattoo artist, Dexter McClellan, to lay claim on a place in my world. Dex wants to know me, to know the truth.
But I can’t let that happen. Because the truth is buried for a reason.
The truth will destroy me.
Rebel Farris is a romantic suspense author. She's also the mom of three lunatics plus two perfect pups (Spike and Snakefinder) currently residing in Austin, TX. A native Texan and former military wife, she spent three years living in Seoul, South Korea (where part of her heart will always belong) and every corner of her home state before settling down. One day she hopes to live out the dreams of her nomadic soul, by traveling the world. All while pouring out the myriad of stories that fill her not-so-normal mind. She'll just have to wait until her brats graduate and leave the house first.
When she's not busy writing her newest project, she can probably be found curling up with a good book, hiding behind a lens of one of her many cameras, or going on adventures with her kids. Champion of the anti-hero, Rebel loves to write suspenseful and unpredictable stories while making people fall in love with the bad guy and the broken souls.