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NOWHERE TO HIDE by Lindsay McKenna
ALOHA TEXAS by Chris Keniston
Released February 6th, 2016


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McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker bring you SAVED BY A SEAL, a first in
series box set. Join these authors and their SEAL heroes from the very
beginning of their bestselling romance series.
by Lindsay McKenna 
Book 1, Delos Series
Lia Cassidy left the Army scarred
physically and emotionally after a vicious attack by two fellow soldiers. She
turns to helping others, working at a Delos Home School Charity in Costa Rica
that aids abused women and children. But when the deadly drug lord, La Arana,
attacks the school, Lia finds herself on the run for her life. The only person
she can trust is the ex-SEAL sent to protect her.
Cav Jordan is strong, honorable and
gorgeous…and intrigued by Lia. He knows she has suffered pain in her past, and
he is determined to break through her barriers and earn her trust. But as Cav
slowly chips away at the walls Lia has built, ghosts from her past threaten to
destroy their fragile relationship.
by Chris Keniston 
1, Aloha Series
Former navy diver Nicholas Harper
likes his new world as captain of a dive boat in Hawaii.
Powerhouse attorney Kara Lynn
O’Conner’s world revolves around her small Texas town where life is easy and
Six year old Bradley Cooper is about
to change everything.
by Susan Stoker 
Book 1, SEAL of Protection Series
Matthew “Wolf” Steel hated flying
commercial. Luckily his job as a Navy SEAL meant he didn’t have to do it very
often. He’d been unlucky enough to be assigned a middle seat on the cramped
jet, but fortunately for him, the woman next to him was willing to switch seats
with him. Hoping for a relaxing flight, Wolf was pleasantly surprised at the
good conversation and sense of humor the woman had as they flew 36,000 feet
over the countryside.
When Caroline boarded the plane to
Virginia to move across the country for her new job she never expected to be
seated next to the hottest guy she’d ever seen. She also never expected he’d be
so easy to talk to. She knew he’d never be interested in talking to her if he
hadn’t been trapped in the seat next to her, but it was a nice way to spend a long
plane ride.
Neither Wolf nor Caroline were
prepared for a terrorist hijacking of their plane, but if Caroline thought that
would be the last time she’d see, or need, Wolf, she’d be sorely mistaken.
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Lindsay McKenna lives her life as a risk taker, and it shines
through the books she loves to write: romance, adventure and suspense. She
started writing at age thirteen and continues to hone her writing skills to
this day. She sold her first romance novel in 1981. The rest is history.
Because she went into the military,
this experience became the backbone of her writing—she is credited with writing
the first military romance novel (Captive of Fate, 1983, Silhouette Special
Edition) and has created a thriving sub-genre within the romance field! As a
New York Times Best Selling author, she has sold 23 million books and in 32
foreign languages in her career thus far. Her many experiences in the U.S. Navy
are backdrop for her understanding of the military in general, and also her
very successful Morgan’s Mercenaries, which is an ongoing series in Silhouette
to this day! Forty-five books strong!
Lindsay has gone Indie in 2015
and has created a new family saga on par with Morgan’s Mercenaries It is known
as the DELOS SERIES. There will be paperback and eBooks created under Blue
Turtle Publishing, her company for her fans. Readers who love Morgan and his
family are bound to fall in love with the Culver family. Delos is romantic
suspense, which Lindsay is well known for. It took her five years to create and
bring DELOS to her readers. It was worth the wait, but we’ll let you decide
Lindsay loves to hear from her
readers and loves to know what they’d like to see her write next. Stay up with
the latest on the Delos Series here. Please visit her Web site at And
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content found nowhere else on the Net. Plus, giveaways and other surprises, to
her loyal and faithful subscribers!

A native New Yorker, Chris Keniston was on her way to Australia when
she fell in love with North Texas. Little did she know the balmy seventy-degree
October days would turn into fry-an-egg-on-the-sidewalk heat in August!
Twenty years later, she started
scribbling short stories about her favorite TV shows, giving them lives more to
her liking – and the elusive happy ending. Not long after, a dear friend
dragged her to a local writers’ meeting. After winning multiple writing
contests and making the finals in the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious
Golden Heart contest, she now spends her days, and nights, writing contemporary
romantic fiction with lots of emotion, plenty of surprises, and, of course, the
happily ever after.
Chris lives in suburban Dallas
with her husband, two human children, and two canine children. Though she loves
her puppies equally, she admits being especially attached to her German
Shepherd rescue named Gunny. After all, even dogs deserve a happily ever after.
New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestselling
Author, Susan Stoker has a heart as big as the state of Texas
where she lives, but this all American girl has also spent the last fourteen
years living in Missouri, California, Colorado, and Indiana. She’s married to a
retired Army man who now gets to follow her around the country.
She debuted her first series in 2014 and quickly followed that up
with the SEAL of Protection Series, which solidified her love of writing and
creating stories readers can get lost in.


Fun Fact about SAVED BY A SEAL Boxed
Fabio, darling model of the romance
covers during the 1980’s and 1990’s, before he retired, showed up on a total of
460 romance covers in our romance industry! An amazing amount!
In 2016 a very popular cover model
is Jason Baca from Saratoga California , just broke Fabio’s long-standing
record.  On 2.10.16, the San Francisco Chronicle did an article on how
Jason is now THE top romance cover model in our Romance Industry! 
Jason has done 461 romance covers
breaking Fabio’s record. Why should I care you ask? Guess whose cover is number
461? That’s right. SAVED BY A SEAL is the cover that broke Fabio’s
The authors of SAVED BY A SEAL,
Lindsay McKenna, Chris Keniston and Susan Stoker, sure hope this sells more
books for the Disabled Vets ! – It’s rather cool that a charity anthology broke
Fabio’s record!

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Book Review: Her Secret Christmas Hero by Mallory Kane


Her Secret Christmas Hero

By Mallory Kane

  • Publisher: Tule Publishing (October 20, 2015)
  • Publication Date: October 20, 2015
  • Print Length: 102 pages

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Do you believe in love at first sight?

Allie McHale is spending this brutal Christmas Eve snowstorm in a barn in Marietta, Montana when suddenly she hears a horrible crash on the freeway near her ranch. She discovers a handsome lone survivor, a prisoner in handcuffs, and despite her apprehension about harboring a criminal, she rescues him anyway.

Jacob Reeves, on his way to Seattle to testify against his organized crime family, is miraculously saved by the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes on, who has every reason not to trust him, but getting through a freezing Christmas Eve forces them to work together to survive.

During the long night, their chemistry is off the charts and Jake realizes that Allie could be the love of his life. But as soon as the storm is over, he’ll be gone. Is Jake destined to break both of their hearts, or will a Christmas tragedy end in a miracle?


My Review:

Her Secret Christmas Hero by Mallory Kane

The first thing that it ask on the blurb is Do you believe in Love at first sight? I was thinking yes, if it is the right person and you are supposed to be with this person, I do believe in love at first sight.

I really did enjoy this story, I loved how caring Allie McHale is with her horse who is about to give birth that she stays in the barn with her during a horrible storm. Well she planned on being alone for the night and had made sure she had enough rations if she gets snowed in the barn.

Allie was also worried about the highway near her ranch and the dangerous curve that someone could run off the cliff. Well of course she heard a loud car crash and then nothing. She went to investigate the scene, she was careful as to not get lost as you can in a snow storm.

Jacob Reeves was being driving by a Marshall to testify against his organized crime family. The Marshall wasn’t happy that he wasn’t home for Christmas Eve and was driving really careless and ran off the road. This was the accident that Allie heard. When she got to the scene, she found the Marshall dead and Jacob upside down.  She freed Jacob and took him back to the barn.

I did find the story well written and enjoyable. I liked the chemistry of the two, Allie and Jacob. I felt that she did what she needed to do to save the prisoners life and she also found out his story. She of course had no choice to believe him at this time.  I also loved the ending. I felt it was worth my time reading and enjoyed it.

I did receive a copy from Netgalley for an honest review.




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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Book Review: A Bramble House Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C #6) by CJ Carmichael

A Bramble House ChristmasA Bramble House Christmas (Carrigans of the Circle C #6)
by CJ Carmichael
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: October 24, 2015
Publisher: Tule Publishing

All he wants for Christmas…is an answer

Finn Knightly a.k.a. Finn Conrad wants to know why his recently deceased father left his nurse fifty thousand dollars after knowing her a mere six weeks. So he travels to Bramble House B&B in Marietta, Montana to find answers.

But Willa Fairchild is not the conniving woman he expects to find. Before he knows it, Willa-and her six-year-old son Scout-are stealing his heart. And that’s before he finds out Scout’s secret and the real reason this Christmas is so important.


Willa Fairchild hadn’t counted on driving through a blizzard on her first night in Montana, but given the way her life had gone the past two-and-a-half years, maybe she should have.

“Are we almost there?”

Her six-year-old son’s eyes looked huge reflected in the rearview mirror. Scout, strapped into a booster seat in the back of the rented Ford Escape, obviously found the big storm intimidating, too.

“Fifteen more minutes. I think.” Quickly she returned her focus to the road, her shoulders tight, her eyes straining. It was dark and snowy and she had to fight the wind to keep a steady path.

Traveling from Arizona to Montana for Christmas hadn’t been Willa’s idea. But a very special patient who’d recently passed away had gifted her a three week stay at Bramble House B&B in Marietta, Montana. And when she’d mentioned the idea to Scout, he’d been excited to travel somewhere new and have a white Christmas for a change.

They were both open to fresh experiences these days, now that Scout had finally—thank you God—been declared cancer-free.

A gust of wind rattled the car as a semi-truck blasted by her, sending up a cloud of snow as well. For two full seconds she was completely blind. And then she spotted the yellow-dotted line again.


Their flight from Phoenix to Bozeman had been smooth enough. They were in the rental car line-up when the snow started. By the time they were on the highway, the wind had begun to howl.

Just her luck.

The windshield wipers flapped against the steady onslaught of snow, yet despite the terrible road conditions, Willa knew she was driving too slowly. A steady stream of vehicles had been passing her since she’d merged onto the Interstate. But she’d never driven in a snowstorm before and didn’t have the nerve to go faster.

She hunched over the steering wheel, her head aching with tension as another semi overtook her, spewing clouds of snow over her car, causing the Escape—and her—to shudder again.

Thwap, thwap. Seconds later she could see again, and her panic subsided. Blurry florescent white letters on a green background appeared like a beacon on the right hand side of the highway. “Marietta 8.”

Thank God.

Scout had seen the sign, too. “Only eight more miles, Mom.”

“Yup. We’ll be there before you know it.” Willa was a master at sounding optimistic and cheerful when she felt the exact opposite.

It was a necessary skill to acquire when your son was diagnosed with acute lymphoid leukemia at the age of three-and-a-half years.

Willa snatched another glance at the rearview mirror, this time to check if another vehicle was about to pass. But all she saw was the same pair of large headlights that had been traveling behind her since she’d left the airport. Another chicken driver, like her, who was terrified of the snow, ice and wind?

At least the driver had the good sense to keep a large buffer between them. Willa didn’t think she could handle a tailgater tonight.

Another green sign loomed ahead—this one signaling the right hand exit, which would lead them to Marietta. A moment after Willa turned on her indicator light, the vehicle behind her did the same.

It was an interesting coincidence, but one Willa forgot all about as she focused on slowing cautiously, taking the turn safely, then gradually easing back to her cruising speed of forty-five miles an hour.

Thank God they were almost at Marietta, because if anything, the snow seemed to coming down harder now. Gobs of it were collecting at the base of the wipers. She ought to stop and clear it off—but she could hardly see the lane she was driving in now, let alone the shoulder. It seemed safer to continue with reduced visibility than risk a stop.

Before long they came to the one-mile marker.

Willa could sense her son’s anticipation as he leaned forward in his booster seat until his head was almost in line with hers.

“Remember Mom,” Scout cautioned. “Don’t tell anyone about the cancer.”

Her son was tired of being “the boy with leukemia,” the kid other boys and girls were scared to play with in case they gave him germs, or hurt him in some other, incalculable way.

“I won’t forget.” How could she? It was the first and last thought she had every day. My son is cured. Thank you, God.

The oncologist had assured her there were no more cancer cells in her son’s body. And yet…she couldn’t stop studying Scout’s face every day, worrying when he looked too pale, or seemed too tired.

She’d thought she would feel so happy the day their ordeal was over.

Instead, she felt drained. Old beyond her years. And very alone.

“I see lights! Look, Mom, through the snow! Isn’t it awesome?”

Indeed. Her muscles relaxed as she spotted the festive reds, greens and golds glowing in the distance.

Marietta. The Bramble House Bed and Breakfast. Christmas.

The drive—heck the past two-and-a-half years—may have been a nightmare.

But good things awaited them now, surely.

* * *

Finn Conrad parked on a side street, killed his lights, and then waited while the woman and her son gathered their luggage and entered the bed and breakfast. From the outside, the three-story Victorian—the largest home on the block and quite possibly in all of Marietta—looked both stately and welcoming.

Fairy lights were strung along the eaves and porch railings and in the large front window, a Christmas tree glittered red, green and gold.

Presumably the Brambles had once been a family of some importance in this town. That they no longer held this position seemed self-evident, given that they had opened their doors to the hospitality trade.

Once the Fairchilds were inside and out of sight, Finn pulled his rented GMC truck into the guest parking lot, snagging an empty spot opposite from where Willa had parked her small SUV. Back here he could see a large garage with what looked like living quarters above. Lights glowed behind the pulled curtains.

He sagged into his headrest, glad the drive was over.

Willa Fairchild’s snail-like pace had almost been the death of him. She was either a very nervous driver or she didn’t have much experience with winter road conditions. Since he knew where she was heading, he could have passed her. But what if she hit a patch of black ice or something?

It was far from his place to worry about Willa Fairchild. Knowing she had a kid in the car with her, though, changed things.

So he’d followed a safe distance behind them to make sure they didn’t run into trouble.

He had so many questions about this woman. After today he added another to the list. What was she doing in Marietta, Montana?

It seemed to be a nice enough town. And Bramble House B&B had made the National spotlight last year when country music star John Urban announced on the Jane and Ty Show that he planned to go there for Christmas.

But there were lots of nice towns in this country, with plenty of charming bed and breakfasts. Most of them a hell of a lot easier to get to.

Maybe she had family here. Friends. He supposed he’d find out soon enough.

The clock on his dash clicked forward to eight p.m. He pulled out his phone and found four text messages from his mother. He texted to let her know he’d arrived okay, but didn’t answer any of her other questions.

He loved his mother, but she was an exhausting woman, especially since her divorce from his father two years ago. Every time a light bulb burnt out in her house, she was on the phone to him, wondering what to do. The fact that he lived in Colorado and she in Seattle made no difference.

His mother leaned on his three younger sisters, too, albeit in different ways. Molly, married with two children of her own, bore the brunt of their mother’s emotional distress. To her fell the role of listening to their mother’s litany of complaints about their dad’s desertion, his lack of loyalty to her and the family, his selfishness.

From an early age Molly’s twin, Keelin, had used academics as a buffer from their family issues. Now a genetics counselor Keelin was a veritable workaholic. It was interesting how often the dates of her out-of-town conferences conflicted with family birthdays and holidays. Not that Finn blamed her. Their family could be exhausting.

The baby of the family, Berneen, was still living at home and attending the University of Washington. She was twenty-five years old and still hadn’t managed to complete a degree because she kept dropping out. One year it was to start her own jewelry-making business. When that didn’t pan out she tried writing and self-publishing a cookbook that netted her all of thirty-five dollars.

Finn suspected his mother enabled Berneen’s lack of focus because she didn’t want her youngest moving out and leaving her alone.

He glanced at his phone again. Fifteen minutes had passed. That ought to be enough. He grabbed his duffel bag from the passenger seat, then the bag containing his laptop, camera and sketch pad.

Not for the first time since he’d booked his ticket and accommodation he wondered if he was making a mistake. Any plan hatched by his mother and Berneen was bound to be suspect. But then he thought about his father, and knew he had to have answers. Shaking his head, he braced for the cold.

Wind slashed snow pellets at his face and he had to shield his eyes in order to see as he dashed along the shoveled walkway to the front entry. Outdoor carpet ran up the stairs, all the way to the massive wood door. A small sign in the window invited him to come inside.

He was greeted with a waft of warm, gingerbread-scented air. Another sign, this one on a table next to an umbrella stand, asked him to remove his boots and leave them on the rack by the door.

The foyer was large, with dark wooden floors and papered walls in a tastefully muted floral pattern. Straight ahead was a gracious, curved staircase, and next to that a Christmas tree that looked about fourteen or fifteen feet tall. Not the red, green and gold lit tree he’d seen from the street, this one had blue and gold lights. A closer look revealed ornaments that all had something to do with cowboys, ranching or mountains.

As he reached out to examine a beautiful wooden carving of a black quarter horse, a man in a hunter green parka, hands encased in thick gloves, emerged from the back of the house.

“Hi there. That’s our Montana tree. Eliza has a tree in every room, each one decorated in a unique theme.”


“Hell of a night, isn’t it? I’m Marshall McKenzie. My wife Eliza and I manage this place, along with her great aunt Mable.”

Finn had never stayed in a bed and breakfast before, but it seemed the staff was a lot more informal and friendly than at a hotel. He shook the man’s proffered hand. “Finn—” he paused only slightly before adding, “Knightly.”

“You’re the book illustrator from Colorado?”

Finn nodded. This Marshall guy was tall, and even with his big coat, he had the look of being trim and in good shape. From his tanned skin, Finn guessed he was into outdoor sports. Given the location, he probably liked to ski.

“Well, this blizzard will be nothing new for you,” Marshall said. “We just had a woman and her son check in from Phoenix. Poor lady was pretty frazzled after her drive from the Bozeman airport.”

I know. “The roads weren’t that bad. No ice, at least. And the fresh snow will be good for the ski hills.”

The answering gleam in Marshall’s eyes told Finn he’d guessed correctly. “You ski?”

“Sure do. Eliza and I enjoy snowshoeing too. Wish I didn’t have to work tomorrow. Did you bring your equipment with you?” Marshall glanced at Finn’s bags, which he’d left next to the shoe rack.

“No, my skis are in rough shape. I’ve been meaning to buy new ones, boots, too. Anyway, I plan to spend most of my time taking photos and sketching for my next book.”

“Working through Christmas?”

Finn shrugged. “Tight deadline. But I’ve got three weeks so I hope to do a little skiing eventually.”

“Cool. I also work at Montana Wilds Adventure Company. We’ve got a sweet pre-Christmas sale going on at our store on Main Street. Pop in sometime and I’ll show you your options. You can rent or buy. Whatever you prefer.”

“I might just do that.”

“Okay. Well, I should get out there and do some more shoveling. Eliza will be here shortly to show you to your room.”

He no sooner said that, than a tall blonde wearing skinny jeans and a baggy red sweater decorated with a Santa face, emerged carrying a tray of cookies, clearly the source of the delicious aroma that filled this house.

“Hi! Finn Knightly?” She didn’t wait for him to reply. “I’m Eliza Bramble. Here, try a cookie. Santa’s been experimenting with his recipe and I think he’s finally got it exactly right.”

Speechless, Finn stared from her pretty, bright-eyed face, to the over-the-top tacky sweater, to the plate of sugar-dusted, ginger-scented cookies.

He took a cookie. Bit into it. Wow. Flavors exploded, then melted into his mouth. Brown sugar, molasses, cinnamon, cloves, butter…lots of creamy butter. And ginger.

He glanced behind himself, expecting Marshall to reach for a cookie, too, but the other man had gone outside, presumably to deal with the still-falling snow.

“Did you say Santa baked these?”

Eliza laughed. “Yes. He’s staying with us over the holidays. Aren’t we lucky?”

Finn decided to roll with it. “What about Mrs. Claus?”

“Unfortunately her flight out of the North Pole was cancelled.”

Of course it was. Finn smiled. “Is my room ready?”

“It is. Let me give you a quick tour and then I’ll take you up.”

She led him through open French doors to a large room with comfortable looking brown leather furniture arranged around a massive fireplace where several logs burned merrily.

“This is the sitting room. You’ll usually find refreshments here, as well as a bit of company, if you’re in the mood for a visit, though it’s quiet now.” She set the tray of cookies next to a bowl of apples on the sideboard.

On the opposite wall, by the window, was a tree decorated with gold, green and red lights. It was the tree he’d spotted from the street. What he hadn’t been able to see from a distance were the dozens of tiny, silver picture frames hanging from the branches.

He touched one of them. It was a black and white photograph of a woman in her twenties or thirties, taken around the turn of the century. On the back was engraved, Elizabeth Bramble – 1877 to 1954.

“I’m the Bramble family historian,” Eliza explained. “I’ve got miniature portraits here dating back to Henry and May Bell—who were the first Brambles to settle in Marietta.”

“So they built this house?”

“They did.” She indicated that he should follow her for the rest of the tour.

On the other side of the foyer was the library with a literary-themed Christmas tree. “This is the perfect place to read or play games in the afternoon. My great-aunt Mable likes to sit here in the morning and early evening, so it’s restricted to family at those times.”

Finn wondered what this great-aunt thought about her home being opened to guests and other strangers. “Has this house been operated as a bed and breakfast for long?”

“Just a few years.” Eliza’s pale skin colored and abruptly she turned and led the way to the room at the back corner of the house, behind the sitting room.

“This is where we serve our breakfast, from seven to nine. In between times, if you’re hungry, we usually have a pot of soup on the stove in the kitchen.”

He peeked into the darkened room, where a large wooden table was already set with linens, old-fashioned china and gleaming silver. The tree here was somewhat smaller than the others. “Does it have a theme?”

“It’s our copper tree, celebrating Marietta’s mining history.”

“So a total of four trees. Cool.”

“Actually, there are five. We have a tree decorated with a baking theme in the kitchen, but unfortunately, due to health code restrictions, that room is off limits to our guests.”

“Except for Santa.”

“Indeed. But even he has to wear a hair net and wash his hands.”

She pointed out the restrooms next, then her great-aunt’s suite on the other side of the kitchen, which was another off-limits area. Finally Finn grabbed his bags and they headed up the grand staircase to the second level, where Finn knew from the website were four large guest suites.

“You’re in the Brown room,” Eliza opened the door to a room with a four poster bed. A cozy armchair with a footstool sat in one corner. A desk in the other.

“This looks perfect.”

Just as he was about to step inside, the door to the room opposite his opened, and out stepped Willa Fairchild, wearing a thick, cream-colored robe, her long, chestnut-colored hair piled high on her head.

This was the closest he’d been to her, and he was surprised by how young she looked. She had very pale skin, generous lips, and an off center small mole on her chin. Her dark-lashed, brown eyes had a vulnerable quality that also caught him off guard.

He supposed he’d expected them to have a calculating, if not mercenary, gleam.

But she was, in fact, perfectly lovely.

“Hi Willa,” Eliza said. “Is everything okay?”

“The room is so comfy. Thanks so much for setting up the extra rollaway bed, but my son is hungry. I thought I’d grab him an apple…?” Her gaze slipped from Eliza, to Finn.

He thought her eyes widened slightly. Did she recognize him from the airport? But he’d been so careful to keep his distance. He proffered his hand.

“Hi, I’m Finn Knightly, from Colorado. Just got in myself. Quite a storm out there.”

“I’ll say. I’m Willa Fairchild from Phoenix. The worst I have to deal with at home is a heavy downpour.”

“And I’m Scout.” Willa’s son came to the door, already dressed in pajamas. He, too, had pale skin and thick, short hair, same color as his mother.

“Hey, Scout. How do you like Montana so far?” Finn asked.

“I’ve never seen snow before. I took some up to my room but it’s melted already. Tomorrow we’re going to make a snowman, right Mom?”

She put a hand on his head and smiled. “You bet. But first, we need to sleep. You pick out a book and I’ll be right back with that apple.”

“Okay.” Obediently he slipped back into the room.

“Good kid,” Finn commented. He couldn’t remember his own niece or nephew ever saying “okay” to anything Molly requested them to do. At least not the first time she asked.

“Grab a few cookies while you’re down there,” Eliza suggested to Willa. “Fresh from the oven about fifteen minutes ago.”

“Santa’s secret recipe,” Finn added, earning a smile from Eliza and a puzzled, over-the- shoulder glance from Willa.

“I hope you like the room,” Eliza said, opening the door wider. “There’s a full bathroom, including a jetted spa tub, through that door.”

“I’m sure it will be great.” Finn was still watching Willa, though, who’d just disappeared around the curve in the stairwell.

She wasn’t anything like he’d imagined.

At least now Finn understood why his father had fallen under her spell.


My Review:

I absolutely love this story A Bramble House Christmas by C.J. Carmichael. First off I want to visit this place in fiction Marietta, Montana. The author does such a great job of telling the story. I could feel the Christmas spirit and the winter cold spirit.  As a matter of fact I have loved the stories about the Carrigans. I love reading about each one of them.

This story is about Willa, her son Scout and Finn. Willa and her son were given a Christmas vacation by one of her patients. Willa is a private duty nurse.  Finn wants to find out why his father left this nurse 50 thousand dollars. He is sure she swindle the money.

They both arrived as the Bramble B & B and Willa is determine to have a nice holiday with her 6 year old son. I can say that the author did a great job of telling this story, I really could feel and see in my mind this story and how it unfolds. The story is a clean story with some action, like toboggan down a hill, building a snowman and of course Santa Claus.

I loved reading about all the characters and how they all intertwined together. This story was mostly Willa, Scout and Finn. I thought the chemistry between the characters were really good.  I can’t wait to read more about them in the future. This Christmas story was fantastic.



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CJ CarmichaelAbout the Author:
USA Today Bestselling author C. J. Carmichael has written over 45 novels in her favorite genres of romance and mystery. She has been nominated twice for the Romance Writers of America RITA Award, as well as RT Bookclub’s Career Achievement in Romantic Suspense award, and the Bookseller’s Best honor.

She gave up the thrills of income tax forms and double entry book-keeping in 1998 when she sold her first book to Harlequin Superromance. Since then she has published over 35 novels with Harlequin and is currently working on a series of western romances with Tule Publishing. In addition C. J. Carmichael has published several cozy mystery series as an Indie author.

When not writing C. J. enjoys family time with her grown daughters and her husband. Family dinners are great. Even better are the times they spend hiking in the Rocky Mountains around their home in Calgary, and relaxing at their cottage on Flathead Lake, Montana.

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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

M9B Friday Reveal: Cover Reveal – Facsimile by Vicki L. Weavil with Giveaway #M9BFridayReveals

M9B Friday Reveal: Cover Reveal – Facsimile by Vicki L. Weavil with Giveaway #M9BFridayReveals



Welcome to this week’s M9B Friday Reveal!

This week, we are revealing the cover for

Facsimile by Vicki L. Weavil

an upcoming Month9Books Title!

Author, Vicki L. Weavil, also shares her thoughts on the cover.

Be sure to enter the giveaway found at the end of the post!


I love this cover because it reflects the book so well. The image of a girl standing alone on a desolate world is a perfect depiction of my protagonist, Ann, as well as her “sand over stone” world, Eco. But it’s also symbolic, because although Ann isn’t really alone, she often feels isolated on her frontier planet. The addition of the image of the Earth is also appropriately symbolic. Ann can’t actually see the Earth from Eco, but since her goal is to live on Earth it’s always on her mind, so the inclusion of the Earth image is a wonderful metaphor for her hopes and dreams.


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For a ticket to Earth, seventeen-year-old Anna-Maria “Ann” Solano is willing to jettison her birth planet, best friend, and the boy who loves her. Especially since all she’s required to do is escort Dace Keeling, a young naturalist, through the wilderness of the partially terraformed planet Eco. Ann‘s determination to escape the limitations of her small, frontier colony never falters, until Dace’s expeditions uncover three secrets. One offers riches, one shatters Ann’s perceptions of herself, and one reveals that the humans stranded on Eco are not its only inhabitants.

Ann’s willing to sacrifice friendship and love for a new life on Earth. But when an entire species is placed in jeopardy by her actions, she must make a choice – fulfill the dream that’s always sustained her, or save the planet she’s never considered home.

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by Vicki L. Weavil
Publication Date: March 8, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books

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Vicki L. Weavil is represented by Fran Black of Literary Counsel. Her Young Adult Fantasy, CROWN OF ICE — a dark YA retelling of H.C. Andersen’s “The Snow Queen” — is published by Month9Books. Two companion books to CROWN OF ICE — SCEPTER OF FIRE and ORB OF LIGHT — will be published in 2016 and 2017.
Her YA SciFi — FACSIMILE — will be published by Month9Books in 2016, with a sequel, DERIVATION, to follow.
A new YA Fantasy, THE DIAMOND THIMBLE, will be published by Month9Books in 2018.
She also writes adult SciFi.

Author Links: Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Tumbler



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“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl

Blog Tour: Barren by Elizabeth Miceli #Giveaway @chapterxchapter @xoMissLizzi @swoonromance




Barren by Elizabeth Miceli

Publication Date:  October 2015

Publisher:  Swoon Romance



Recommended for ages 16+. Includes scenes that depict drug use, teen sex, and sexual assault.


This book contains mature content and depiction of a seventeen-year-old girl’s rape at the hands of another student. It is a chilling first person point of view account of something that occurs across the country at parties just like the one depicted in this story, and we wanted the fictional account to feel raw and as devastating. We also understand that these scenes may be difficult and uncomfortable for some. We recommend this novel for readers ages sixteen and older.


“I cried, praying for him to finish. I closed my eyes and tried to envision myself somewhere else… somewhere where I was happy. I thought of my family all piled around our tree on Christmas morning. I thought of singing with my band. I thought of Caitlin and me baking cookies and watching movies together. But after just a few seconds of pretending, Mike would hit me or thrust deeper, and I would be back in reality. I was being raped. I was all alone. I was a damsel in distress. And there was no one there to save me.”


Seventeen-year-old Stacey Lorenzo’s poor self-esteem has always consumed her. When significant weight loss leaves her still feeling powerless and with an eating disorder, she turns to partying to cope. Things go from bad ot worse when she is raped, a crushing blow to her psyche from which she may not recover. Stacey drugs, cuts, and hooks up with countless guys in an attempt to dull the pain. But if Stacey doesn’t find a way to face her demons and overcome her fears, she might find herself in a hole so dark, even love won’t be able to pull her out.


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                After I got home from seeing Clare at dinner, I was feeling really depressed. Some part of me felt better about telling the boys and Clare, but another part of me felt like telling them made it real. And I didn’t want this to be my life. I was in denial and I was barely holding myself together as I went into the shower that night.

When I stepped in, I couldn’t help but think about Hamlet. One of my favorite plays said “to be or not to be- that is the question.” This question was about suicide and I’d been pondering it long before the rape had even happened. Now that I was sexually assaulted, it was pushing me farther toward the edge.

As the water dampened my once dry skin, I tried to breathe through the pain. Breathe through all of the thoughts floating around in my head.

“Stop thinking about it,” I told myself. “Think about your Mom.”

I had taken a psychology class a few years before and in the class I’d learned that psychologists start to get concerned about suicide if the client actually makes a plan and decides how they’re going to commit the act. In my attempts to stay alive, I made a deal with myself. I could ponder the question as much as I wanted, but I could never make a plan.

When I got out of the shower, I got a text from Eli.


Eli: Hey Stace, I’m thinking about you and hoping that things get better. I love you and I will be here whenever you need me.


As I decided how to respond I realized that yes, things were bad, but I had to keep fighting. There were more people that loved me than I realized.





Barren is written by debut author Elizabeth Miceli. It is a devastating and dark account of one girl’s plummet to the very bottom of the human experience and the horrific and petrifying road to recovery and self-worth.



Elizabeth Miceli



Elizabeth hails from the smallest state with the biggest heart. She started off at The University of Akron and then transferred to the University of Rhode Island. She is a double major in both Psychology and Human Development and Family Studies. Although she loves writing- she also has a passion for helping others which is why she is studying to become a sex therapist/couples counselor. Elizabeth loves spending time with her family and friends, singing, eating everything Italian, and baking cookies. She is “in love with love” which is probably why the driving force in almost everything she writes is romance. When she’s not getting lost in her characters she can be found waiting for her prince charming in her North Kingstown, Rhode Island home.


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Giveaway Information:  Contest ends October 23, 2015


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I love this quote, Diana
“I’m wondering what to read next.” — Matilda, Roald Dahl