Excerpt: Miami Inferno by Elle Boon

miami A Wounded Temptress Angelina Rugiero loved Lorenzo Delgado with a budding woman’s passion, until he broke her heart. Now she has the life she always dreamed of, or so she thought.

 A Determined Man Lorenzo has loved Angel for years. He knew that he had to wait for her to grow up. With one thoughtless act on the night of her eighteenth birthday, he destroyed all hopes of a future, leaving him devastated….and determined to make things right.

A Love That Can’t Be Denied As Angel goes home to Miami one last time, Lorenzo realizes this is his opportunity to prove his love. Can they have the life they’d always wanted together, or will a man bent on revenge destroy their happily ever after before it begins?

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“Is there anyone else who wants to step up as my partner? Going once, going twice, and sold to the…” Angel stopped. “Sorry, boys, this one’s mine,” Lorenzo said, speaking into the microphone and wrapping his arm around her waist as he tossed the mic back. The DJ immediately began playing a latin number. His mother always said he’d danced in the womb for nine months, and came out ready to go. Lorenzo could believe it, too. He loved music, the way the beat pounded through the room making people move with it. To him, dancing was like making love to a beautiful woman.

All you had to do was listen to the music, whether it was a fast song with instruments, or a sweet woman’s voice. You only had to move your body and guide them with a strong hand. Angelina danced her body close to his as soon as the song started, and then moved away. Her breasts scorched him through the thin material of his designer shirt. Her hand fit inside his larger one, her head barely reached his shoulders even in her extremely tall, fuck me heels. There were no other words for the things on her feet. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, just looked over his shoulder, giving him a blank smile while pretending to get into the right position. He yanked her body flush with his, feeling all her soft parts fit his harder planes, making him even more aware of their differences.

Moving them farther across the dance floor, away from prying eyes, he led them in a dance so sensual, so erotic, his pants became too tight. Her breathing was labored and her skin looked flushed. He was glad to not be the only one affected. Hard to believe he’d dreamed of dancing with her on that fateful night five years ago. Even harder to believe was the reality was so much better than the dream. Only now he didn’t feel like a pervert. She was not his sister, nor was she a child anymore. When her eyes still avoided his, he exerted more pressure on her back. Their bodies touched and stayed connected. With his other hand, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes or close her own. Either way, she had to acknowledge him. Her body trembled in his embrace, not in fear he was sure. Turning them around, he inserted his leg between her thighs, and subtly rubbed back and forth. His palm slid down her back, fingers curving to fit her rear, while his thumb rested at the top of her shorts, stroking the silky skin beneath the tank. Her pulse visibly jerked at his touch.

She licked her lips, like her mouth had gone dry. His dark eyes finally connected with her emerald green irises and held, her pupils dilated, glowing like tiny chips of green fire. His own flared with desire and carnal heat. Lorenzo wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another, and that was saying a lot. Their bodies undulated, mimicking what he’d like to do with her, sans clothes. Her moves matched his, and upped him every time. With her face still held in his hand, he examined every inch of her beautiful features, committing them to memory. After what seemed like an eternity of scrutiny, he dipped his head, covered her shiny mouth with his and kissed her passionately. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting, savoring the sweetness and heat within. Angelina shuddered, and heat exploded in his groin, coursing through his blood. His tongue licked the inside of her lower lip, teeth nipped at the corner of her mouth and he felt her surrender.

He drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking the tip, the suction tight and rhythmic, reminding him of sex. He pictured his body thrusting into hers, her back arched, hips tilted, her body fitted to his. The vision so erotic he began to sweat, and still he kissed her. When the song ended, he relinquished his hold on her face, his knee still parting her thighs, pressing up against her flesh. She was hot, surely wet, and so responsive. He gazed down into her green orbs for a long moment, stroking her flushed cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. “I plan to claim what’s mine,” he stated simply. For a moment, she allowed her body to relax into him. He savored the feel of her soft, toned body. And then she withdrew. Even more shocking was the sense of loss he felt, his heart ached, he wanted more, needed more. He let her move back, saw her inhale, exhale, and inhale again. Her breath escaped in a whoosh of air, hitting his chest with the warm air. “I’m not a prize to be had, Lorenzo. You’d do best to remember that.” “That’s where you’re wrong, baby.”

She narrowed her eyes like she was picturing him in a Chinese torture chamber. He thought of many ways they could both torment the other, and all of them involved a naked Angel, and him equally naked. She turned on her heels, ass swaying so enticingly in the snug leather he whistled. Her long black hair swung around, followed by an angry look directed at him. With short, loud stomps, Angel marched back to where he stood. He contained the grin his lips wanted to do. Sparring with the little spitfire verbally, made him hotter than ever.


Elle Boon

Author Bio

I’m a wife and mother who is a retired stay at home mom of 2. I say retired because my youngest is 14 and my oldest is 20. When my baby went to school, reading saved my sanity, and then the same year he started school, I was diagnosed with Cancer, again reading saved my sanity. When I recovered and realized how quickly life could change, I made a bucket list. The number one thing was to live. Check. On top of that list was to become a published author. Check.

Eight years later I have accomplished that goal and several others. I live in the Midwest, but I”m a southern girl with only a slight twang who says y’all quite frequently, and am known to say “Bless Your Heart” A LOT. If you know what that means, you do not want to be the one I say that to, lol. I cuss worse than if a trucker and a sailor were put together, but I do it with class *WEG*. I write what I love to read, erotic romance. My books are definitely full of lots of story, but I leave nothing to the imagination in or out of the bedroom. My hope is that after readers have read one of my stories, they fall in love with the characters as much as I have.

The best part of my new journey is that I get to create new worlds, and have all kinds of stories in my head just waiting to be written. I truly love to hear from readers. You can find me on Twitter, Facebook or my webside, but I’m on Facebook ALL the time, so find me. I’d love to hear from you J www.elleboon.com https://www.facebook.com/elle.boon https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elle-Boon-Author/1429718517289545 https://twitter.com/ElleBoon1 http://www.amazon.com/Elle-Boon/e/B00K03HY42/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1415849092&a

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Guest Post and Giveaway: LOCKED, LOADED and LYING: by Sarah Andre


LOCKED, LOADED and LYING: by Sarah Andre

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He might be innocent. Or he might be very, very guilty…
Olympic skier Lock Roane was on top of the world: smashing Alpine records, collecting medals, and basking in both the love of a nation and his beautiful heiress girlfriend. It all comes crashing down after Lock discovers his girlfriend had an affair—then awakens from a drunken bender covered in her blood. Given his history of violent blackouts, it’s not a big leap for him to believe he did kill her.

On the eve of his murder trial he saves the life of a car accident victim, not knowing she’s his biggest media nemesis. And when Jordan Sinclair regains consciousness, she’ll lie through her teeth to keep it that way. 

Jordan is out of options and out of time. To satisfy her blackmailer, she needs the inside scoop (and its tabloid cash reward) on Lock Roane. An attraction to the arrogant athlete was not part of the plan. Neither is trying to find out what really happened that night.

Now Jordan risks everything—including her life—to help Lock. But the more they discover clues pointing to someone else with a motive, the more Lock is also unraveling all the lies Jordan’s fed him. Her betrayal leaves him with two options: take his chances at his murder trial or forgive the woman who’s mesmerized him from the moment he saved her life.

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In my romantic suspense LOCKED, LOADED and LYING, my hero, Lock, has a fraternal twin brother, Leo. They are such opposites that the caustic tension between them crackles on every page. Lock is a supreme athlete, (US Olympic skier) an adrenalin junkie, a playboy and can only hold superficial relationships. Leo is a true-crime writer, intensely private, lives in isolation and is physically handicapped. The heroine is left wondering how these brothers could possibly fall so far apart on the familial spectrum. Something must have happened in their past, because it takes very little for one to spark the other off.

I enjoyed dropping hints of the twins’ complicated childhood every now and then, so the reader began understanding both brothers and their completely legitimate points of view about the other twin. Readers have commented on how solid the twin-subplot was, and I have to think it’s because of my obsession over siblings and the general personality traits due to birth order.

I have always been fascinated by birth order. Something about the familial bond; their crazy upbringing or crazy relatives; how they’re connected and maybe damaged by a past event instantly promises built-in depth and backstory. Only siblings have that special ability to push each other’s buttons like no one else can, engage in cryptic dialogue or expressions no one else ‘gets.’ Here’s a very brief, general summary of a research paper I once wrote.

First Born children tend to be leaders, feel intense internal and/or parental pressure to succeed, are serious, cautious, driven, organized and hold in their emotions. Careers here tend to be leadership roles like politics, medicine and business. (Hillary Clinton, Beyoncé, George W. Bush, Oprah Winfrey.)

Middle Children will often either be super competitive with their elder sibling or display the complete opposite personality characteristics. They often feel second best, or downright ignored, are people pleasers, negotiators (can see both sides of an issue) and enjoy solitary jobs. (Abraham Lincoln, Peyton Manning, Anne Hathaway, Bill Gates, Chris Helmsworth.)

Youngest Children are generally charmers, laid-back, manipulative, the child with the sense of humor, confident they can get away with a lot more than their older siblings and often veer toward the entertainment industry. (Michael Jackson, Mr. T, Mark Wahlberg, Eddie Murphy, Billy Crystal, Rosie O’Donnell.)

ONLY CHILD– These children are a mix of eldest and youngest traits above, as well as being known for their maturity and ability to understand adult humor long before others their age. (Eleanor Roosevelt, Elvis, Robert DeNiro, Walter Cronkite, Anthony Hopkins.)

5-Year Rule– Researches believe that if there is a 5 year gap between ages the cycle resets.

TWINS– Often the general public believe identical twins have identical personality characteristics but that can be far from the truth. Just like the 1st and 2nd born above, they can be complete opposites, whether that generates a synergetic or caustic relationship. And fraternal twins can be just as ‘joined’ on a visceral and mental plane as the research and stories you read about with identicals. Knowing when the other is in physical pain or mental anguish, having a ‘secret language’ as toddlers and the invisible tie to be together.

So back to my novel. Even in their complicated relationship, the underlying message for Lock and Leo is that there’s no other human closer to either man than his twin. They don’t like each other on the surface, but when the chips are down there is a deep love and willingness to sacrifice their lives for the other. And even though this is a romance and the majority of the focus is on the hero and heroine, it’s the personality characteristics of the twins and their birth order that sneak up and bonk the reader on the head. Interestingly, in all of my stories there is one close, mentoring relationship with the protagonist and it’s always a sibling.


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Lock hunkered forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Maybe if he explained the pitiful lack of options, Leo would understand his medical expertise was her only hope. “Well,” he said helpfully, “we could start shoveling your driveway, but it’s so long and steep it’ll probably take hours. And even then, those chains on your old station wagon couldn’t manage the highway until the snowplows came through. And who knows when that will be?”

Shoulders slumping, Leo turned away, but not before Lock caught the distress on his face. The sight was more than he could handle. He raked a hand through his wet hair.

“Or I could carry her to Old Sam’s,” he said in resignation. “He’s riding this out at his sister’s. I’ll jimmie the lock and get the pickup keys he hides in the register. It’s a stretch, but maybe his truck will make it on the highway.”

His brother nodded. “That’s what we’ll do. I’ll stabilize the ankle as best I can. Then we’ll wrap her in coats, carry her down to Old Sam’s, and wait there for the snowplows to come through.”

Lock gazed at his brother in disbelief. “You still don’t get it.” He gestured at the flakes gusting against the rattling window. “It would just be me and her. You won’t make it ten feet in this.”

He waited for his brother to let him off the hook. If it was too dangerous for Leo, then why would he insist the hypothermic, unconscious woman venture back out in it?

“Fine,” Leo said, bowing his head. “Take her to Franklin Memorial.”

Lock slouched back in the chair, furious and resigned at the same time. “You’re not even thinking about her welfare, are you? It’s all about you and your fear.”

Leo’s spine stiffened, and their gazes clashed. Ten months of mutual animosity cloaked the frigid silence. For a second, Lock thought his brother might even launch himself at him like they were kids again, and his muscles braced. The moment passed.

“And you have your own agenda for keeping her here,” Leo said quietly, covering her with a rumpled surplus blanket. “I have to think if the press finds you, your coach will make an exception. You’d finally be written up for something good. Why would he expel you for that?”

“He said if there’s any media coverage of any kind while I’m suspended—”

“We’re talking about a woman’s life here, Lock.”

“I know, jackass, I pulled her from the wreckage.” He immediately regretted his words. She was more important, but he was scared shitless. Parker remained convinced a not-guilty verdict was possible, and if, by the grace of God that happened, Lock needed to protect his position on the team. It was the only part of his life he still held any control over. Unlike the absence of memory on whether he’d stabbed Tiff eleven times with a butcher knife.

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If daydreaming were an Olympic sport, Sarah Andre would be buried under gold medals! She lives in serene Southwest FL with her husband and two naughty Pomeranian boys, Bo and Taz. When she’s not writing, Sarah is probably sneaking chocolate, exercising or reading novels. When all procrastination attempts fail, Sarah can be found working on her latest romantic suspense due out in January 2016.

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Giveaway: The Viper and the Urchin by Celine Jeanjean


The Viper and the Urchin
by Celine Jeanjean
Release Date: July 27th 2015

Summary from Goodreads:

Being Damsport’s most elegant assassin is hard work. There’s tailoring to consider, devilish poisons to concoct, secret identities to maintain… But most importantly, Longinus has to keep his fear of blood hidden or his reputation will be ruined. So, when a scrawny urchin girl threatens to expose his phobia unless he teaches her swordsmanship, he has no choice but to comply.

It doesn’t take long for Rory to realise that her new trainer has more eccentricities than she has fleas. But she’ll put up with anything, no matter how frustrating, to become a swordswoman like her childhood hero.

What she’s not prepared for is a copycat assassin who seeks to replace Longinus, and who hires Rory’s old partner in crime to do away with her, as well. Rory and Longinus must set their differences aside and try to work together if they’re to stop the copycat. But darker forces than they realise are at play, and with time running out, the unlikely duo find themselves the last line of defence against a powerful enemy who seeks to bring Damsport to its knees.

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Celine Jeanjean is French, grew up in the UK and now lives in Hong Kong. That makes her a tad confused about where she is from. During her time in Asia she’s watched the sun rise over Angkor Wat, lost her shoes in Vietnam, and fallen off a bamboo raft in China. Celine writes stories that feature quirky characters and misfits, and her books are a mixture of steampunk, fantasy and humour.
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Giveaway: Lemorian Crest by Hannah L. Clark

The Lemorian Crest (Cobbogoth #2)
Release Date: July 2015
Summary from Goodreads:
After being raised from infancy in Boston, Mass., Noria (a.k.a Norah Lukens) has no idea what to expect upon entering New Cobbogoth, where she never would have guessed that paths of light can make you vanish; doors can lead to realms both near and far; myths and legends are actual history; a mere kiss can seal two souls as one; and, of course, a stone is never “just a stone.” Her Uncle Jack’s stories never could have prepared her for the magical and dangerous place her native realm is turning out to be.

When the Gihara’s promises begin to crumble, her best friend and soul-mate Jamus (a.k.a. James Riley) is in more danger than ever. Then when his father Lylend abandons her to search for an ancient relic called The Lemorian Crest and she is taken captive by the very people she’s risked everything to save, Noria begins to lose faith in the Cobbogothian gods and the mission they sent her home to accomplish.

Only when a series of new friendships and loyalties are forged in the most peculiar of places, does Noria dare hope again. Hope for Jamus’ safety, for their future together, and for the survival of the entire Cobbogothian race.

Book 1: Uncovering Cobbogoth was published in 2014 by Cedar Fort Publishing.
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About the Author
Hannah L. Clark lives with her husband and two children in the Rocky Mountains. She has always known she would be a storyteller. In 2006 she graduated from Utah Valley University with a bachelor’s degree in English and immediately began writing her first novel.

Uncovering Cobbogoth was Clark’s first book in the seven book Cobbogoth series based on her mythological brain-child, The Legend of the Cobbogothians. It was released in May 2014 through Cedar Fort Publishing. Book 2 in the series, The Lemorian Crest will be released in Summer 2015.

Clark loves running, mythology, singing while playing the guitar, herbal tea, escaping into imaginary worlds, and being with her peeps. Like her heroine Norah, she also kind of believes that trees might have souls, but must clarify that she has never actually hugged a tree. The closest she has ever come to that kind of bizarre behavior was the time she hugged the pillars outside Harry Potter Land. Which, all things considered, is not bizarre at all if you take into account how exquisitely happy she was to finally be there. 😉

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Excerpt: Ghetto by M L Sparrow


Synopsis –

My name’s Sunny Grace Beaumont. Only child, self-taught computer geek and cancer survivor. Oh, and did I mention my dad’s the President? As you can imagine that’s sometimes a little problematic, especially when I want to sneak out. But it never got me into quite as much trouble as the night I ventured into the Ghetto – don’t ask me why I was there in the first place… it was stupid. Everyone knows that the Ghetto is where hardened criminals are sent to live out the remainder of their lives. At first the men that kidnap me are just as I’d imagine, mean and thoughtless, but slowly I begin to have doubts.

I meet a guy. His name’s Sin, he has no Brand – a crime punishable by death – and he’s the rebel leader. I should hate him… but I don’t. Instead he opens my eyes to a whole other side of the Ghetto, where people are innocent of the crimes they’re accused of and helpless children suffer dreadful poverty. Is it possible that I’ve been lied to my entire life… that the governments been deceiving everyone? And how can I challenge the law my own dad is adamant to uphold?

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“Step back,” Ludo orders, even as he takes a large step forward, putting himself between me and the men who’ve appeared, their stances menacing. The boy has disappeared – it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that I’d been led into a trap.

Ignoring the command, one of the men stalks closer – he’s short and wiry, with a maniacal gleam in his eyes and a sharp grin. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? The President’s daughter! I never thought I’d see you around these parts. Did the wittle Princess get bored of her palace?” His words were a slow, thick slur that sent shivers down my spine.

“This is your final warning,” Ludo’s voice, by contrast, is like music to my ears, “step back or I will shoot.” With those words a rectangular hatch in his forearm springs open and what appears to be the barrel of a gun rises from it as he extends his arm; except that it’s not a gun loaded with bullets, but rather a Taser. A red dot appears on the man’s chest.

From behind us, a cool, ruthless voice says, “Destroy it.”

Immediately, Ludo’s alarm begins to go haywire, “Weapons detected…” A bright flash of red light blinds me, accompanied by the rat-ta-tat of gunfire. Yelping, I drop to my knees and hunch over with my arms wrapped around my head.

It’s over in an instant.

Having been tightly clamped shut, my eyes slowly peel open when silence stretches on. A pair of shoes and denim covered legs stand in front of me and I cautiously follow them upwards. He’s tall, that’s the first thing that comes to mind, but not particularly well built. Though he has broad shoulders, there isn’t enough meat on him to bulk him out and his clothes hang from his frame, his cheekbones sticking out at sharp angles, throwing his face into shadow. The man holds out a hand. I don’t know what possesses me, but I take it, let him pull me to my feet, meet a pair of blue eyes several shades lighter than my own. They are so pale that they look almost silver in the moonlight.

“Miss Beaumont,” he addresses me politely, but the look in those cold, gleaming, gun-metal eyes makes something inside me quell. His is the voice that preceded the gunfire. Panic grips me and I tear my gaze from his, swinging around to see Ludo sprawled on his back, his eyes lifeless, sparks of electricity jumping from the wires which are exposed by the gigantic holes riddling his chest. Disbelief coursing through me, my mouth gapes open. I’d never though Ludo would be that easy to take down.

Blinking as reality sets in, I turn slowly back to the man standing not two feet from me. Rage bubbles up inside of me as I looked up into his impassive face; he doesn’t care. Without thinking, I lunge at him, fist swinging forward of its own accord. I’m actually surprised when it makes contact – the jolt of pain that shoots up my arm is inconsequential. Elated, I draw back my other hand, but he catches it as it nears his face, long fingers shackling my wrist.

“I think one’s enough,” he says calmly, grabbing my other hand when I swing it at him. Unable to tear them free, I let out a frustrated, feminine screech of outrage, which gains me nothing except a raised eyebrow and a look of vague amusement. Wanting to wipe that expression off his face, I kick his shin. Hard. His ‘oooff’ is almost silent and the tightening of his lips near indiscernible, but the humour slips from his face.

“You barbarian,” I spit the words at him like bullets, “you monster. Look what you did! No wonder you’re in the Ghetto, you’re too thick to do anything but sift through garbage.” Someone chuckles and I swing my head around to glower at them. The little man who had mocked me earlier is lying on the ground, jerking sporadically, having obviously been hit by Ludo’s Taser before the robot was taken out. My eyes skate over the wreckage and dart away again, unable to bear looking at it for too long.

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I’m really not sure what to say about myself – my real life is definitely not as exciting as my imaginary one! I’m currently working in childcare and writing in my spare time. All my life I’ve dreamed of becoming an author – except when I was little and I wanted to be a farmer! Besides writing, and reading of course, my other passion is travel. After finishing college I took a break from education to travel, visiting Sri Lanka, Mexico and, my personal favourite, Japan. One day I hope to be able to combine the two and travel while writing professionally.

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Giveaway: The Soul Stone by Jamie Marchant

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Title:  The Soul Stone
Series:  The Kronicles of Korthlundia #2 (Standalone)
Author: Jamie Marchant
Published:  June 25th, 2015
Publisher:   Black Rose Writing
Genre:  Epic Fantasy
Content Warning:
Recommended Age:  18+
In this sequel to The Goddess’s Choice (Reliquary Press, 2012), the Crown Princess Samantha and Sir Robrek struggle to solidify their rule in the aftermath of the king’s murder and Duke Argblutal’s attempt to usurp the throne. They are thwarted at every turn by those who seek power for themselves and desire to prevent their marriage. Just when they think their problems are solved, a deadly curse begins to spread throughout Korthlundia and Samantha becomes pregnant.
In my sword and sorcery novel, The Soul Stone, Samantha must fight off priests, enemies, and her closest advisors while Robrek discovers the reason the goddess chose him as king, to defeat the Soul Stone, a stone capable of sucking the soul out of its victims, which threatens to obliterate all life in the joined kingdoms. Their archenemy, the Bard Alvabane, awakens the Soul Stone and plans to use its power to reclaim Korthlundia for her people (a people driven out over a thousand years ago by the hero Armunn). Armunn had to sacrifice his life and soul to contain the Soul Stone. Will Robrek have to do the same? Will the young couple have only a few short months to love each other?
Although having read The Goddess’s Choice adds depth to The Soul Stone, it is not necessary. The Soul Stone is a complete story of its own.

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About the Author:
Jamie Marchant lives in Auburn, Alabama, with her husband, son, and four cats, which (or so she’s been told) officially makes her a cat lady. She teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. Her first novel The Goddess’s Choice was released in April 2012 from Reliquary Press. She released Demons in the Big Easy in January 2013. The sequel to The Goddess’s Choice, titled The Soul Stone, will be released in June 2015 from Black Rose Writing. Her short fiction has been published in the anthologies–Urban Fantasy and Of Dragons & Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds—and in Bards & Sages, The World of Myth, A Writer’s Haven, and Short-story.me.
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  • a $10 Amazon gift card (INT)

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Giveaway: Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas by Celia Bonaduce

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Title: Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas
Author: Celia Bonaduce
Published: July 21st, 2015
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Genre: Romantic Comedy, Women’s Fiction
For champion professional knitter Dymphna Pearl, inheriting part of a sun-blasted ghost town in the Texas hill country isn’t just unexpected, it’s a little daunting. To earn a cash bequest that could change her life, she’ll have to leave California to live in tiny, run-down Fat Chance for six months—with seven strangers. Impossible! Or is it?
Trading her sandals for cowboy boots, Dymphna dives into her new life with equal parts anxiety and excitement. After all, she’s never felt quite at home in Santa Monica anyway. Maybe Fat Chance will be her second chance. But making it habitable is going take more than a lasso and Wild West spirit. With an opinionated buzzard overlooking the proceedings and mismatched strangers learning to become friends, Dymphna wonders if unlocking the secrets of her own heart is the way to strike real gold.
Excerpt from Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas
The man stopped about three feet in front of them. He didn’t smile. He thrust out his chin at Thud.
“That your dog?” he asked.
“Yes,” Professor Johnson said.
The man now thrust his chin at the WELCOME TO FAT CHANCE, TEXAS sign in Professor Johnson’s hands.
“That’s my sign,” he said. 
Dymphna noticed the man had his right shoulder angled back at an unnatural angle. She wondered if there was something wrong with his arm, but as the fog started to clear, she saw that he was resting his fingertips on the butt of a gun. The gun was in a holster buckled across the man’s hips. At a distance, the hostler had blended in with the loud board shorts, but as he got closer, there was no mistaking it.
The man suddenly whirled on the RV. He yelled out:
“Throw your weapons down and come out with your hands up.”
“Sir, this RV is coming in from Los Angeles,” Professor Johnson said. “We don’t have weapons.”
One of the windows opened slowly and a man’s hand appeared, palm up. In the palm was resting a pistol. The hand dropped the gun to the ground as the door hissed open. Powderkeg came down the steps into the open with his hands locked over his head.
“Good Morning, Viet Nam,” the old man said. “I know that gun.”
As Powderkeg moved towards the side of the RV with his hands clasped over this head, another gun hit the dirt – this one a semi-automatic handgun in a dark gray and alarming pink – also hit the dirt. Old Bertha heaved herself down the stairs, glaring at the old man.
“A lady can’t be too careful” she said, putting her hands in the air and moving towards Powderkeg.
A switchblade was next out the door, followed by a glowering Wally Wasabi.
“Dude,” Wally said. “You suck.”
“Move along, Sonny,” the old man said. “And get those hands in the air.”
“Whatever,” Wally Wasabi said, but he moved down the RV with his hands up.
“How did they get all those weapons on their planes?” Dymphna whispered to Professor Johnson.
“You can put a switchblade in checked luggage,” Professor Johnson whispered back. “And if you let TSA know you’re bringing a firearm – ahead of time in writing and you have a permit – you can bring it in checked baggage, as well.”
“Wow,” Dymphna’s voice was so soft she could barely hear it herself. “Who knew?”
“I did,” the professor said. “And every TSA agent in America.”

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About the Author:
Celia Bonaduce is an award-winning producer whose credits cover a lot of ground – everything from field-producing ABC’s Extreme Makeover: Home Edition to writing for many of Nickelodeon’s animated series, including Hey, Arnold and Chalkzone. If Celia Bonaduce’s last name is any indication, she is proof that TV talent runs in the family.
An avid reader, entering the world of books has always been a lifelong ambition. She is the author of the Venice Beach Romances, including The Merchant of Venice Beach, A Comedy of Erinn, and Much Ado About Mother. The first book in her new series, Welcome to Fat Chance, Texas, releases in July 2015.
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