Excerpt: A Snowflake’s Chance in Hell by Amy Romine


A Snowflake’s Chance in Hell by Amy Romine

All Quinn Lawson wanted was to find her brother. Separated after their parents perished in a drunk-driving accident, Quinn has been searching for him since she became eighteen. She is closer now than ever but it is her last lead.

Captain Kevin McCaluson has a choice to make, stay in the military or step away and try life as a civilian. With no family and no prospect of one, Kevin wonders if he can leave the only family he has ever known for the life he’s always dreamed.


Low light, the dark wood, and color accents gave the place a warm rich feeling. It was clean and seemed friendly enough. “I’d like to see a menu, please?”

Quinn settled into a seat at the end of the bar. Leaning against the wall, she took in the rooms occupants, quickly determining from the sculpted muscles, buzz cuts, and tattoos she had stumbled into a military favorite. Not surprising with the base just west of there. Quinn ordered a Rueben, fries, and a beer. What are you doing here? She had no idea what the hell she was thinking, driving to Florida because of a form letter. Not a letter a lead, something tangible for her to cling to. Who was she kidding, there was nothing left to cling to, nothing could change reality. It chipped away at her stone heart. Willing it to feel something—It’s not worth it…

“So everyone is wondering what a pretty little thing like you is doing sitting in the corner of the bar when you could be partying with me?” His voice grated against her skin like sandpaper. Big, piled with rippling muscles, and smelling of beer, Quinn couldn’t even fake a smile. He was revolting, his clear intentions for her reflecting in his eyes. She leaned forward and he licked his lips.

“This pretty little thing is fine all alone, thanks for the offer though.”

Flexing his muscles like an alpha gorilla, he stepped closer, invading her space with the smell of sweat and alcohol. “You don’t know what you’re missing, kitten. Trust me you don’t want to pass this up.”

“I’m flattered really, but I think I am going to have to pass.” Her back straightened, keeping his eyes. His arms reached over her shoulders, trapping her against the wall. His hot breath pushed against her face, stealing her air. Her hand instinctively rose against his chest, trying to keep space between them.

“You need a good time. I can see it in your eyes. You want this…let go and I will show you the time of your life, baby.”

“I believe the lady told you she wasn’t interested, Sergeant.” Quinn didn’t move, keeping the burly Marine’s gaze. The man trying to intervene apparently had some weight, as her unwanted suitor turned his head.

“Nothing to see Gunney, the lady and I are just talking.” His lips curled into a crooked smile.

“Back off Sergeant, that’s an order.” His eyes hardened, and his focus on her severed with the order. He turned, facing the man who just gave him an order to stand down. The commentary from the football game became crystal clear echoing through the now silent bar. Four men positioned themselves around the end of the bar, arms at their sides, waiting.

“If you insist. No need to call in the heavy artillery, Gunney.” He raised his hands in defeat. “Just trying to have some fun.”

The man stepped between the line of men, and disappeared out the door. Quinn released a heavy breath glancing to the man who stepped into her defense. She gulped back surprise, recognizing the sergeant from the Marine office. Her food arrived but her appetite was gone. Asking for a to-go box, she settled the bill.

“Ma’am, excuse me?” Quinn turned seeing the Marine from the office.

“If you are looking for a thank you it is not going to happen.” His stance rigid, arms linked behind his back.

“No Ma’am. I would like to offer an apology.”

“There’s no need, we can call it even.”

“Why did you come to my office today?” She stopped, contemplating her response.

“I was looking for information.” Quinn turned, facing the Marine, now a breath away.

“About Pete Granger?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t matter now. I am sorry to have bothered you, Gunnery Sergeant McCaluson.”

“You came a long way for it to not matter.” The statement sliced at her and she spun on her heel.

“What do you want?” She meant the question to be sharp, hopefully convincing him to go away. He stood staring at her, his deep eyes shadowed by the moon.

“I want to know who Pete Granger is.” She laughed aloud, and then covered her mouth to stop the ripples of hysteria from bubbling out.

“You and I both, when you figure it out feel free to let me know.”

“Ms. Lawson.” His eyes bore into her again, warmth bubbled into her stomach when he approached, the heat of his body falling waves around them. “If you want my assistance, I need to know your relation to the soldier you are inquiring about.”

She hesitated, but his gaze remained steady. “He’s my brother…I think.”

“You think? Is he your brother or not?” The statement was cold and Quinn stepped back.

“I think so, but I won’t be sure until I see him.” She raised her chin, and straightened her back. “My…our parents died when we were young and we were separated. I have spent the last fifteen years looking for him. Your letter was the closest I have come to finding him.”

“How did you know to look in the Marines?”

“A few months ago I got a break, finding his social security number. I did a search and he popped up in the Marines as Pete Granger. I sent a letter to the Marine Human Resources Department and that was the letter I received in return. It confirmed he was recruited ten years ago. I came here to see if I could find out where he was, an address, a phone number, something that could lead me to him.”

“Why should I believe you?” Quinn stepped back again, the statement hit her like a dagger and she could feel the emotion climbing the back of her neck.

“I have no reason to lie.”

“How do I know that?”

“Because it is the truth, why else would I be looking for him?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” His eyes went cold, his chin hardening before her eyes. “Regardless there is no way I can release confidential information to someone that is not family.”

“But I am his family!”

“Ma’am you just said—”

“I know what I just said and it was the truth. I am so close, please, I am not out to hurt anyone.” The partitioned emotion broke through, cresting the bottom lids of her eyes. “I just need to find my brother.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. There is nothing I can do.”

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Amy Romine has always wanted to be one of the good guys. From playing ‘Charlie’s Angels’in the backyard of her Macungie, PA home as a child, to the pages of her her unending projects, Amy has always dreamed of adventure and romance. Her need to make characters truly deserve their happiness takes us on many a twisted journey. From serial killers to demons, Amy holds nothing back in the name of true enduring love.

As wife, mother of three, and twelve year career as a Service Delivery Manager for Ricoh America’s Corporation, her entrance onto the stage of romantic suspense has been an enthralling adventure all it’s own. Amy started writing in high school but didn’t take the professional plunge until three years ago when a little voice told her she was meant to be doing something more…

Her own goal is to be a self sustaining author by 2015.
Amy currently resides in Arlington, Texas with her husband, and three children.

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Giveaway and Excerpt: Around the Edges Meets Refined by Rachael Anderson

Rough Around the EdgesAround the Edges Meets Refined (Meet Your Match #2) by Rachael Anderson

For Noah Mackie, life is finally back on track. He has a great support system, a promised promotion is on its way, and he’s finally getting the hang of this single father thing. But when the job falls through and his neighbor’s matchmaking efforts become more aggressive, Noah is in for yet another unwanted detour.

With his career and two spirited daughters to worry about, he doesn’t have time for dating—especially not someone like Cassie Ellis, his girls’ beautiful and sophisticated dance instructor, who is about as open and approachable as a brick wall. Rough around the Edges Meets Refined is about two people who think they know exactly what they want but who have no idea what they really need. It’s about learning that people aren’t always what they seem and that sometimes life’s detours take you exactly where you need to go.  

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Through the curtains hanging across Noah’s front window, Cassie could see the glow of what appeared to be little white lights framing the window. She hesitated on the front porch, pulling her jacket tighter around the long, flowing top she’d chosen to wear with her favorite charcoal leggings, thinking that she should have worn sweats instead.

What would happen if she knocked on the door and allowed herself to dance with Noah? What if he tried to kiss her? Would she be strong enough to say not yet? Two months ago, she only knew this man as the father of two little girls in one of her dance classes. Now she was about to spend the evening dancing with him.

A breeze whipped at her cheeks, and Cassie glanced at her car parked in the driveway. She should leave right now and send him a text that she’d changed her mind. He might be disappointed, but he’d understand.

Or—her gaze returned to the glowing window—she could knock and dance with Noah like they’d danced before.

No big deal.

Her mom used to tell her: “Don’t run toward a relationship, but don’t run away from it either. If it’s right, it’ll just happen.”

It had sounded so easy, so smart. And Cassie had thought she was doing just that when she’d dated Landon. But looking back, she’d not only run toward marriage, she’d full on sprinted. She’d let the fog of twitterpation, fairy tales and romance cloud her judgment. Cassie hadn’t really known Landon and he hadn’t known her. It was like they’d fallen in love on a reality dating show, where nothing had been real. She’d been romanced, schmoozed, and swept off her feet. But she’d never been loved.

Looking back, it was all so clear to her now.

A shadow crossed in front of the window—a tall shadow with strong shoulders, a confident gait, and a good heart. Yes, it had only been two months since Cassie had met Noah. But in that short amount of time, he knew her better than Landon ever had—faults, quirks, Irish dancing, and all.

Maybe taking a small step forward wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

Cassie lifted her hand and rapped on the door. A moment later, it opened, and the dark shadow became Noah. His face was freshly shaved, his hair was slightly damp, and he wore a fitted, button-down shirt that was as blue as his eyes. Her breath caught.

“Wow,” said Noah. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look . . . great.” Too great. Her physical reaction to him was so strong that she wanted to sprint forward and forget all about taking her time.

Not good.

Noah opened the door wider. “Would you like to come in?”

Behind him, the soft glow of the lights created a sort of aura around him, and three beefy candles flickered on his bar. With the furniture pushed to the side, the room oozed romance. He probably smelled amazing too—just one more thing to sink her deeper into that quicksand.

Noah held out his hand. “Don’t be nervous, Cass. It’s just me.”

That was the problem. Noah wasn’t just anyone. He had the power to undo her. “Promise we won’t move too fast.” Her eyes pled with his.

“I promise,” he answered, wiggling his fingers. “I loaded a lot of slow songs, so we’ll be moving very slowly.”

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Excerpt: Spiritwood by G.J. Wise


Spiritwood by G.J. Wise


A town called Spiritwood borders the massive Chequamagon National forest in northern Wisconsin and it gets its name from an old Native American legend of Indian spirits living in the woods surrounding the town… the thing is, the legend is true.

Jed Guiness is an artist… a sculptor. Unlike most sculptors, Jed sculpts wood. Most people wouldn’t think that a sculptor would use that medium. Wood carvers generally produce the kind of stuff sold at county fairs or in novelty shops, but Jed is amazingly talented. His pieces sell in galleries in New York and Los Angeles. The reason Jed is so gifted is that he can actually see his sculptures in the wood before he ever brings them out. That’s why Jed bought the property in Spiritwood and moved up from Chicago. He could see what was in the wood… in the trees of that land, and Jed found seven massive oaks that contained seven Indians that were more amazing than anything he’d ever seen in wood before.

The trees grow in a circle around the base of a mound deep in a valley at the back edge of his property and when Jed went out to sketch the Indians he climbed onto the mound for a better vantage point. He initially felt queasy, but soon felt as if something was searching through his mind and body… learning everything about him. That night Jed dreamed he ran into the woods with an axe. When he neared the mound he felt a sinister power raging through him, driving him to cut down one of the trees… to bring it down and free whatever was in the mound. In the morning, Jed found out that he wasn’t dreaming and that he had gone to the forest in some mad bout of sleepwalking.

Another resident of Spiritwood knows what is in the mound and in the trees that surround it. Henry Crowdog has seen the mound and experienced first-hand the malign force held captive within the ring of trees. When Henry was young, his father –a shaman of the local Ojibwa tribe– tells him a legend of how in ancient times the seven tribes of the Ojibwa joined forces to wipe out the clan of Red Eagle.

When Red Eagle was a young brave he was banished into the forest for practicing evil magic, which included human sacrifices. Red Eagle survived and over time gathered others who had been exiled. His clan grew and they began raiding the other clans for slaves and sacrifices to Red Eagle’s dark god, so the seven clans joined together to destroy them. When Red Eagle and his followers were killed and buried in a common grave, the shaman of the seven tribes planted saplings around the mound and then killed themselves to put their spirits into the trees to guard against Red Eagle’s spirit ever escaping.

Henry was also guarding the mound, or at least watching it for signs of Red Eagle ever escaping. Henry also befriended the teenage neighbor boy, Bishop Springer, who he told of the mound. He told Bishop because the kid showed interest in the Ojibwa history and Henry needed someone else to watch the mound when he was gone. He knew his days were numbered with the cancer growing inside him.

Jed begins to think he is losing his mind. Every night he paints his body with war paint and runs through the woods naked to cut down the trees. He knows that physical contact with the trees protects him a little from the insanity, so he brings a small branch from each of the three trees he’s brought down. In each of the branches he sees a small figurine that he can bring out. One has a bear, one an elk and one a wolf. He decides to carve them out and string them with leather thongs, to wear as amulets. He plans to keep one and give the other two to his neighbor Janet Delwich and her son BJ.

BJ (Bruce Junior) Delwich, has been coming over to the farm Jed bought long before Jed ever bought it. He used to visit with the old man who had lived there before Jed. Since Jed moved in, he made friends with him also. BJ can see the figures in the wood, just like Jed, and he knows about the trees and the “beast” that’s trapped within their circle. He convinces Jed of the danger but isn’t as successful with his mother.

BJ is the son of Bruce and Janet Delwich. Bruce is an abusive, bullying man who ends up in jail after nearly beating Henry Crowdog to death. As the spirit of Red Eagle begins to escape from the mound, it finds Bruce and inhabits his mind and body. Red Eagle’s spirit endows Bruce with an ability to force people to do what he wants and so he and Sean, a friend who helped him beat Henry, escape shortly after their incarceration.

The town becomes chaotic. It becomes obvious to Bishop and his mother Claire as they watch the Fourth of July parade that the citizens of Spiritwood have gone insane. Everything seems to be escalating out of control and Bishop suspects that something has happened to allow the evil of Red Eagle to escape. Bishop goes to the hospital to talk to Henry and finds that he’s lapsed into a coma.

Janet and BJ head to the county fair, where they plan to spend the day riding on carnival rides and watching the fireworks display in the evening, but after only a short time Janet wants to leave because of everyone’s strange behavior. BJ has never been to the fair and convinces his mother to stay just a little longer, but they’re accidentally separated in the crowded commercial building when the power goes out and Janet exits one door, while BJ exits the other. Janet begins to frantically search for her son, but BJ ends up going into the freak show tent to see the “Amazing Alligator Woman.”

After Bruce and Sean escape from jail Bruce becomes aware that there are several people trying to stop what is happening in Spiritwood and imprison Red Eagle’s spirit. He begins to work on finding those against him as well as bring down the rest of the trees.

Jed heads into town in search of BJ and his mother. He finds her at the fair frantically searching for BJ. Bishop and his mother go to the police department in hopes of getting help with the rapidly escalating chaos in the town and find Bull Tronksi, who they convince to help them get to hospital to talk to Henry. Henry has since come out of his coma (barely avoided being murdered by a maniacal nurse) and left the hospital to try to get to the mound to stop Red Eagle. When BJ, Claire and Bull discover that Henry is no longer in the hospital, they head toward Jed’s house and the mound. Jed, Janet and BJ are also in route to see if there is anything that can be done, but Bruce and his entourage have already gone to the mound to completely destroy the trees before anything can be done to put Red Eagle back in his tomb.

The culmination of this story comes when they all arrive at Jed’s house and Bruce discovers them. He plans to kill them all and destroy the trees, offering Red Eagle’s dark lord a sacrifice like no other. Will Jed and the other be able to successfully hold Red Eagle’s spirit in check or will Red Eagle’s spirit, embodied in Bruce Delwich, prevail and destroy those who mean to imprison him?


His heart hammered in his thin chest when the sound came again, his eyes went wide with fear. Bishop made his way to the window in his room and looked toward the porch. The heat lightning flashed showing only a pale, sleeveless arm, smeared with some reddish brown substance and speckled with bits of leaves and twigs. The hand was thick and fleshy, the fingernails black with grime.

Bishop jumped with the roll of thunder that followed, but it got him moving. He headed through the dark to the living room, where he thought he could get a better view of the porch.

Outside the wind picked up the little, billowing the curtains in the open windows, then sucking them to the screens in the next breath. The lightning flashed again, leaving an X-ray image of the room before his eyes. Bishop crept to the window closest to the porch, kneeling on the couch and leaning over the back. He looked past the curtain, craning his neck for a better view.

The visitor had moved closer to the door, revealing no more than he could see from his room. Bishop noticed that the breeze blowing in through the window came in as cold as a grave and smelled of death. This skin on his back came up in chill bumps.

The knock came again, followed by the knob turning back and forth. Bishop was paralyzed with fear. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to call out to the intruder to get away, or call to his mother for her to get up, but his vocal cords wouldn’t cooperate. The knocking became more insistent, increasing from a tap-tap-tapping to a solid thudding that resounded through the room. The door handle turned again, and Bishop said a silent prayer of thanks that he’d remembered to lock up when he came in, but then it creaked in its frame like the visitor leaned his shoulder against it measuring its strength.

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G.J.Wise lives with his wife in Silver Lake, Wisconsin. He’s been writing for many years, seriously for the last few and has short stories published in both print and electronic anthologies and periodicals. His debut novel, Spiritwood, was released December 1st. G.J. Wise is currently at work on his next book length dark offering as well as many more short stories. If you want more information about current or upcoming works, please visit his author page on Facebook (www.facebook.com/GJWise2) or Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/author/g.j.wise) , or feel free to contact via e-mail at GJWisehorror@yahoo.com

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Excerpt: A Veil of Glass and Rain by Petra March

Book Title: Veil of Glass and Rain: Special Edition
Author: Petra March
Release Date: January 20, 2014
Series: A Touch of Cinnamon.
Book Type: All books in the series can be read Stand-alone

Brina and Eagan meet for the first time when she’s nine and he’s fourteen. They like each other from the very beginning, though their bond isn’t immediate, but it grows over the years. What links them is the fact that their parents are photographers and are extremely devoted to their work and to each other; so much so that both Brina and Eagan have to learn how to take care of themselves from a very young age. Despite their differences, age, gender, nationality – Brina is Italian and Eagan is American – they find comfort in their growing friendship.
Then Brina becomes a teenager, and her feelings for her friend start changing and deepening. New desires stir within her. As soon as Brina realizes how those feelings complicate her friendship with Eagan, she runs away from him. A few years later, Brina is twenty and Eagan is twenty-five, they find one another once again.

Publisher’s Note: This is a fully re-edited and enriched with new and special contents version of the previously published novel, A Veil of Glass and Rain, by Petra F. Bagnardi (aka Petra March).

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A stolen kiss…
[…]I was wearing a yellow sundress and clutching the handle of my guitar case. Eagan offered to carry it for me, but I shook my head, for he was already bearing the weight of his huge backpack.

A part of me was glad he hadn’t been able to hear me play. The piece I had chosen was an acoustic cover of one of my favorite rock songs. The acoustic version was utterly sentimental; it expressed perfectly the way I felt about Eagan. After my performance, all my professors and fellow students admitted that they’d never heard me play with so much feeling. I wasn’t certain I wanted Eagan to discover that part of my soul yet.

We embraced awkwardly. I noticed that his eyes were red and tired. I also remarked that he was tanned and that he smelled good, as always. Of course, I didn’t reveal my sentiments.

It was a bright summer day. We went to a park, we sat, we didn’t talk much. After a while, Eagan lay back and fell asleep.

I watched him rest for a few moments, then I reclined alongside him. I placed my body very close to his, so that I could feel his heat through the thin cotton of my dress. His handsome face was turned toward me and his lips were slightly parted. Flecks of gold dotted his beard stubble and his dark blond hair.

I braced one of my hands on his arm and the other one on his muscled chest, then I leaned toward his face, keeping my eyes open. I let my mouth linger over his and breathed his breath then, finally, I whispered a kiss across the side of his mouth, then I licked his upper lip. I waited. He didn’t stir. So I closed my eyes and brushed his lips with mine once more. I became greedy. My tongue pressed between his parted lips and stroked his tongue once, twice and then again until I moaned and an unbearable ache surged between my legs.

My fingers gripped his sweaty T-shirt. I kept kissing Eagan until he groaned softly in his sleep.

“I love you,” I murmured against his lips.

I moved away from him. I forced myself to stand, I grabbed my guitar case and I left.

On the bus, I kept licking my lips; I tasted him, the salt of his sweat, and a hint of cinnamon.
(A Veil of Glass and Rain: Special Edition, by Petra March)


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Petra March (aka Petra F. Bagnardi) studied Screenwriting and History of American Cinema at UCLA and NYU. Presently, Petra keeps traveling and dreaming through her novels. Her characters are deeply in love with Europe and the USA, just like Petra is.

On October 2nd 2014 her debut novel, A Veil of Glass and Rain, won the Indie Book of the Day Award.

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Giveaway: Where Dead Bodies Lie by Kat Cazanav

Where Dead Bodies Lie (The Body Dowser Series, #1)
Release Date: 12/16/14
Summary from Goodreads:
For as long as I can remember, I have been told to follow three important rules;
Always guard my ability
Never share my secret
And pretend to be normal.

However, those three little rules don’t make my life easier. I still find dead people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy who doesn’t exist. Whenever we cross path’s he mists away like smoke on a mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper.

As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am.

My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping it.

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Cover Reveal: Greta and the Glass Kingdom (Mylena Chronicles #2) by Chloe Jacobs

Greta and the Goblin King (Mylena Chronicles #1)
Release Date: 12/11/12
Entangled Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
While trying to save her brother from a witch’s fire four years ago, Greta was thrown in herself, falling through a portal to Mylena, a dangerous world where humans are the enemy and every ogre, ghoul, and goblin has a dark side that comes out with the eclipse.

To survive, Greta has hidden her humanity and taken the job of bounty hunter—and she’s good at what she does. So good, she’s caught the attention of Mylena’s young goblin king, the darkly enticing Isaac, who invades her dreams and undermines her will to escape.

But Greta’s not the only one looking to get out of Mylena. An ancient evil knows she’s the key to opening the portal, and with the next eclipse mere days away, every bloodthirsty creature in the realm is after her—including Isaac. If Greta fails, she and the lost boys of Mylena will die. If she succeeds, no world will be safe from what follows her back…

Greta and the Glass Kingdom (Mylena Chronicles #2)
Release Date: February 2015
Entangled Teen
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The sequel to the Hansel & Gretel retelling Greta and the Goblin King ups the stakes of danger and romance. As conflict surges across Mylena, the tough Greta struggles to save those she loves.

Against all odds, Greta and the Goblin King miraculously survived the battle against the evil Agramon. Greta should be happy to be alive and ready to claim her place in Mylena by Isaac’s side. Yet nothing is the way she thought it would be. The battle against Agramon left a dark magick inside Greta that will eventually kill her. Isaac hasn’t been the same since he almost went Lost. And there are whispers of a rebellion brewing throughout Mylena…

Determined to save Mylena from a bitter civil war, they travel to the mysterious Glass Kingdom to form an uneasy alliance with the deadly Faerie race. But when an unexpected disaster tears Greta and Isaac apart, she must make the journey on her own. Along the way, she discovers a conspiracy stretching back to events she never thought she would have to revisit, betrayal from allies whose loyalty she never questioned, and an enemy vying to control all of Mylena.

Follow Greta into unexpected romance, explosive secrets, and shocking betrayals that will leave her and all of Mylena forever changed in the stunning second installment of The Mylena Chronicles.
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Chloe Jacobs is a native of nowhere and everywhere, having jumped around to practically every Province of Canada before finally settling in Ontario where she has now been living for a respectable number of years. Her husband and son are the two best people in the entire world, but they also make her wish she’d at least gotten a female cat. No such luck. And although the day job keeps her busy, she carves out as much time as possible to write. Bringing new characters to life and finding out what makes them tick and how badly she can make them suffer is one of her greatest pleasures, almost better than chocolate and fuzzy pink bunny slippers.

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Giveaway: Lessons in Love (Lessons in Love #1) by Clarissa Carlyle

Lessons in Love (Lessons in Love #1)
Release Date: 02/24/14
New Adult
183 pages
Summary from Goodreads:
Book 1 in the Lessons in Love New Adult Romance series

The Lessons in Love series follows the story of high school cheerleader Alex Heron. She’s pretty, blonde and popular. Alex seems to have it all, but she’s hiding a dark secret from her past that threatens to destroy her future. Only the handsome new math teacher, Mark Simmons, can see past Alex’s façade to the real girl hiding inside. He wants to help Alex overcome her past, but will their developing feelings for each other get in the way?

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I have been an avid reader and and writer since my earliest school days. Reading was my first and earliest passions, often seeking the safe sanctuary of my room or the library to read everything I could. My favorite has been romance. I penned some romantic poetry in high school and was winning school awards for my short stories when I was just 16. In college I would hibernate in the library for days at a time, consuming every short story and novel I could find. My diploma says Bachelors in English Lit. which I’m very proud of.
I probably drink too much coffee and eat too much junk food, but to compensate do like running when the weather is nice. I love shopping in the mall even if I never find what I’m looking for. I’m a hopeful romantic who prefers novels with a happy ending.
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