Book Swag Giveaway: Rekindled by Genevieve Iseult Eldredge

Genevieve Iseult Eldredge
(A Circuit Fae NEMESIS Prequel Novella, #3.5)
Published by: Firefly Hill Press
Publication date: March 26th 2019
Genres: Urban Fantasy, Young Adult

“If you like reading about the fae, other realms and watching two bada** chicks fight then you will love this series! – The Avid Reader

It’s good to be queen. Except when it’s a total disaster.

Syl Skye, newly crowned Queen of Fair Faerie, would be psyched to be the ruler of her Summer realm, except for two things.

First, her girlfriend Rouen Rivoche became Queen of Dark Faerie, the Winter realm. That would be great except the Winter realm’s always been at war with Summer. By tradition, that makes Rouen Syl’s mortal enemy. That said, love can break past old hatred, right? Especially with a new foe about to attack them both.

Ah, no.

Which brings us to Syl’s second problem. Rouen’s under a dark spell and doesn’t remember Syl, their lives, their love. Worse, if Syl doesn’t break the spell by the next new moon, Rouen will forget her forever.

“Fast paced, full of action, never a moment of bore! Strongly recommended!” – Annarella, Goodreads

To defeat their foe, it’ll take two soul-bound queens whose hearts and minds act as one. Trouble is, no one has ever broken the dark spell Rouen suffers from.

Good thing Syl isn’t the type of queen who gives up easily.

Don’t miss Syl and Roue’s adventures in REKINDLED, the new prequel novella to NEMESIS, Book 4 of the Circuit Fae

Don’t miss out!

Perfect for readers of romance, urban fantasy, fairy stories and LGBT.

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CIRCUIT FAE is about two Fae queens, Syl the Summer Queen and Rouen the Winter Queen. Mortal enemies. Girlfriends. Relationship status: it’s complicated. In this scene, an enemy has Rouen captive and has cast a memory curse on her to forget Syl. Of course, Syl breaks in to save her. Here’s Rouen’s POV.

My mystery dream girl is real. And she’s standing in my dressing room.

Everything pales in comparison to her, the rest of the world fading to a dim buzz of background noise.

My heart stutter-stops, then races, a pounding wreck inside my chest.

Get it together, Roue.

After all, what rockstar wouldn’t be psyched to have a pretty girl to hang with after their show? Red hair, grey eyes, freckles. Adorable. Plus, she snuck in, so she’s got to be smart. Jess has Club Abattoir locked down tighter than Fort Knox. She’s warned me about this girl—that she’s a stalker, a crazed superfan. Every rockstar has them.

But the soul-deep pull inside me, tells me this girl is different.

We’re connected. Somehow.

“H-hi,” she tries again, blushing adorably.

Her voice, pleasant and sweet, plucks at my soul. Memories, long buried, flutter at the edges of my mind. I struggle to dredge them up, but they fade even faster. I’m losing more of myself every moment, and my heart tells me this girl is the key to it all.

All my conflicted emotions bubble up, boiling over. “Hi.”

Ever since she made first contact—two weeks ago at my Las Vegas show, pushing through the crowd, calling my name, reaching for me across the barrier—I’ve been imagining what I’d do, what I’d say if we were ever alone together.  I’ve run through every possible scenario multiple times.

Not like I was practicing or anything. Hell no.

Now that we’re actually alone together, my brain unhelpfully short-circuits. I can only stare at her, drinking her in: cute minidress patterned with cartoon animal skulls, oxblood Docs and torn fishnets, ivory skin dusted with freckles, curly red hair charmingly unruly, her grey eyes serious, so hopeful.

It’s her eyes that draw me in, that have me stumbling over my words. “C-can…” I clear my throat. “Can I help you?”

My pulse kicks up a notch. I certainly hope so.

“I hope so too,” she says softly.

Shock rolls through me like thunder. Wait. How did she do that?

She chuckles at the surprised look on my face, toeing the parquet floor with endearing awkwardness. “Sometimes I can still hear your thoughts.”

That doesn’t make any sense, except…it does. Something about her words rings true.

“I know it sounds crazy.” There’s pain in her voice, in her eyes.

I’d do anything to make it stop.

She steps in, reaching for my hand. Her fingers brush mine, sending a burst of tingles up my arm and down my spine.

My entire body awakening at her closeness.

I find myself moving closer, letting our fingers linger together. I’m mesmerized by her eyes, her voice, her smile—everything. “Yeah…”

The air between us electrifies, and the whole time, my heart’s doing this careening two-step, threatening to pitch me into her arms like we’re in a teen rom-com. Because the truth is, I want to be close to her, to wrap my arms around her and—

Hold up, hormones. I just met this girl. What is wrong with me?

Wrong? my heart seems to whisper. She’s finally here. Things are suddenly very right. This goes beyond the typical lesbian move-in-together-after-one-date syndrome.

Our connection echoes between us, bone-deep, blood-deep, heart-deep.

I know her. She means something to me.

She daringly links her fingers with mine, and all my emotions freak out at once, anticipation curling in my stomach, excitement cheering me on, fear rooting me to the spot.

When did I become the uncertain one?

I blow out a breath and give her my patented cool rockstar smile. “So…”

“Roue.” When she says my name, I’m Jell-O all over again.

I want—no, I need—to know more about her. “You know my name. What’s yours, princess?”

            What the—? Princess? I swear, it just slipped out.

It’s too late to take it back. But a genuine smile lights her face. “I’m Syl.” Her grey eyes are serious on mine. “And I am your princess.”

She’s so close, our bodies nearly touching, only an inch separating us.

I take a breath to calm myself, but her scent hits me—vanilla and sunshine. Something about the sunshine rings my warning bells, but I don’t care. I’m so on fire for her, all my cool goes right out the window.

Bye-bye, Roue’s cool! Be sure to write.

“Who are you?”

“I’m yours. And you’re

Author Bio:

Raised by witches and dragons in the northern wilds, GIE writes angsty urban fantasy YA romance–where girls who are mortal enemies kick butt, take names, and fall in love against all odds.

She enjoys long hikes in the woods (where better to find the fair folk?), believing in fairies (in fact, she’s clapping right now), dancing with dark elves (always wear your best shoes), being a self-rescuing princess (hello, black belt!), and writing diverse books about teenage girls finding love, romance, and their own inner power.

She might be planning high tea at the Fae Court right now.

GIE is multi-published, and in her role as an editor has helped hundreds of authors make their dream of being published a reality.

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$20 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway: Whom Shall I Kiss…An Earl, A Marquess, or a Duke? By Laura A. Barnes

Whom Shall I Kiss…An Earl, A Marquess, or a Duke?
Tricking the Scoundrels Book 1
By Laura A. Barnes
Genre: Historical Romance
What started as a research project soon became a scandal…
She wanted to prove a theory. He wanted to play a game.
Can their schemes lead them towards a kiss of love?
Tired of watching her friends become ruined by the scoundrels of the ton,
Sidney Hartridge devises an experiment to reveal their antics. Her
plan is to lure three gentlemen to kiss her and see how they would
protect her honor. When her research leads her into her own
inappropriate scandal, her father agrees to a wedding offer from one
of her subjects. As her fiancé blackmails her into a marriage she
doesn’t desire, her research becomes exposed. Can Sidney avoid her
own scandal with the one she most desires to kiss?
Noah Wildeburg started this season as any other by flirting with the sweet
new debutantes. When he rescues a lady off the dance floor, he is
unprepared for the emotions she stirs in his soul. As he pursues her,
he realizes he must compete for her hand. As he charms her with
tokens of affections and stolen kisses, he discovers she plays her
own game. Will Noah win Sidney’s love or is she just another
scandal to add to his list?
Whom Shall I Kiss… An Earl, A
Marquess, or A Duke? is the first book in Laura A. Barnes new
historical romance series. If you like lighthearted drama filled
courtships set in Regency England, then you’ll love this new foray
into the ton.
Buy Whom Shall I Kiss… An Earl, A Marquess, or A Duke?
to read Laura’s new Tricking the Scoundrels series today.

Excerpt – Scene with the Duke

Neither one of them spoke but smiled at each other when their eyes would meet. With their swift pace and the other carriages on the roadway, conversation would have been difficult. Unless, they wanted to shout. Soon Sheffield had them trotting along Rotten Row at a much slower pace, negotiating his horses in position behind the other riders. He attempted to hold a private conversation many times but the other visitors in the park interrupted him. When he tried for the fifth time to engage her with small talk, only to be disturbed again, he steered them off the path towards the exit. It would seem their ride in the park would end sooner than she thought. Instead, Sheffield turned towards a deserted path and pulled his curricle to a stop. He jumped off and came to her side, pulling her down into his arms, before she questioned his intentions.

As she slid along his body, she became aware of his physical strength. Her hands gripped his arms, so she wouldn’t fall. His arms were tight, hard muscles. His jacket held no padding, unlike most men of the ton. He held her in his embrace for a few seconds longer than he should of, long enough for her to take notice the rest of his body was as firm. It seemed the Duke, was no lightweight dandy, but kept himself in top physical condition. Another strong point in Sheffield’s favor. Sidney admired a man who took care of himself and didn’t waste his time on the pursuits of the unsavory. She knew him to be a man with a scholarly mind but didn’t realize he was one of the physical sorts too.

Her hands lingered on his forearms as her fingers traced the cords of his muscles through his coat. Unaware of what she did, Sidney became lost in her thoughts. She tried to understand the chemistry she felt towards Sheffield when she heard him groan. Startled she raised her head to see his eyes watched her hands. For they were no longer on his arms but wandered to his chest and slid across his stomach. Aghast at herself, for her forward nature, she dragged her hands away and stepped out of his grasp. Flustered, she turned away and wandered further along the wooded path. What had come over her? She pressed her gloved hands to her face to cool off the burn of embarrassment. Rushing away, she stumbled over a tree root, only to have her elbow grasped and righted again. Sheffield stopped her and spun her around towards him.


“Alex. Alexander if you like the more proper form, only my grandmother refers to me by my full name.”

“Your Grace,” she began again.

“Alex, say it Sidney,” he stressed in his arrogant tone he used when he expected his demand to be granted.

“As I was saying, Sheffield,” she tried for the third time, but he interrupted her when he drew her into his arms.

“I don’t think you were saying anything as much as you were touching me, my dear,” he whispered.

Alex reached to untie her bonnet from under her chin. He swept the hat off her head and stray curls caressed her face as the wind blew around them. He reached to tuck them behind her ears, his fingers sliding over the silken tresses. When her hands caressed his body, he felt comfort from her touch. It was no blinding attraction, but it felt nice. He could work with nice. Her hands were gentle, and he sensed her curiosity as she explored. He also realized her reaction towards him embarrassed her and he wanted to put her at ease. If along the way he was able to sample a taste of her, to finalize his decision on her being a perfect match for him, all the better. If her kiss satisfied him, then he could proceed with making arrangements with her father and call off the rest of her suitors.

He ran his fingers along her cheek and tipped her face under her chin with his knuckles, for their eyes to meet. He began to lower his head for a kiss when he heard his name being called in the distance. She heard it too, for her eyes grew large and she tried to pull out of his embrace.

“We will finish this another time,” he informed her before releasing her from his grasp.

I am the author of The Romancing the Spies Series. When I am not
writing, I am spending time with my family. I love reading books on
lazy afternoons, and late into the night. Anytime really. Married 28
years to the love of my life and we have three wonderful children and
two sweet grandbabies. Besides writing, I have always wanted to
travel. In the last few years we have gotten our passport stamped in
England, Scotland, and Ireland. We are hoping to add Italy to the
list soon. My debut novel is Rescued By the Captain.

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Signed Painting Giveaway: The Pretender by Katie Ward

The Pretender
by Katie Ward
Genre: YA Fantasy/Retelling
Release Date: September 2018


In rural France, two babies are born just two hours apart but to two very different lives. Isabella is born as a Princess into a life of opulence and love while Sophia is born into a life of poverty and abuse at the hands of her father.

‘The Pretender’ follows the journey of Isabella and Sophia as their paths cross and after discovering how alike they look, they decide to switch places with each other. Sophia is seeking sanctuary from her abusive home while Isabella is seeking freedom from the tightening burden of her Royal title.

‘The Pretender’ is a story of friendship, love and the strange power of destiny.

About the Author

Katie Ward always knew that she wanted to write for a living. After completing a degree in Journalism at the University for the Creative Arts in Farnham, she moved to Dublin. While there, she had a short story published in an anthology titled Do the Write Thing which was part of a competition being run by Irish TV show Seoige and O’Shea. This story was originally written when Katie was 14 after she was inspired by an article in her favourite teen magazine. The anthology reached the Irish Bestsellers List. Katie was also shortlisted for a competition judged by Man Booker Prize-winning author Roddy Doyle a few months later.
The Pretender is her first Young Adult novel.

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Book Giveaway: Logan’s Lady by Rosanne Bittner

Logan's Lady by [Bittner, Rosanne]

Logan’s Lady

By: Rosanne Bittner

Publication Date: 3/26/2019

Two worlds in conflict

Two hearts intertwined

One love worth fighting for

Wealthy Englishwoman Lady Elizabeth Baylor longs for adventure. She leaves for America full of hope, only to lose everything to a villain hiding treachery behind his smile. Lost in this strange and lawless land, Elizabeth vows to track down the man who did her wrong…but she can’t do it alone. What she needs is someone hardened by the west and unflinching toward its dangers: notorious bounty hunter Logan Best.

Ill-mannered and seemingly ruthless, Logan exorcises his dark past by throwing himself into his vengeful profession—hunting wanted men. There’s nothing about the pampered Englishwoman that should call to him, and yet as their adventure takes them across the wild and treacherous west, he realizes he’ll do anything to keep her safe…and defend his Lady to his final breath.

USA Today bestseller and award-winning novelist Rosanne Bittner is known as the “Queen of Western Historical Romance” for her epic love stories and family sagas. Her award-winning, well-researched books span 1800’s America from coast to coast. Devoted readers have described her books as “awesome,” “realistic,” and “unforgettable!” Rosanne and her husband live in southwest Michigan. Visit her at

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May 29, 1870

Logan strolled into Sheriff Adam White’s office in Abilene and handed him a letter. White looked up at him and frowned. “You again?”

“Yup.” Logan noticed the man had a few crumbs in his long, black beard, probably from breakfast. “I already checked at Rinker’s saloon, and he’s out of town again, so I’m bringing you proof that I found the man Rinker was looking for. Rosell still had over three thousand dollars on him.” Logan handed out a leather satchel. “The money is in here. That letter is from a Mr. Clive Macy and a few citizens of Mirage, Colorado, saying I brought them Mr. Ben Rosell. The town promptly hanged the man for kidnapping and raping Clive Macy’s thirteen-year-old daughter.”

White looked into the leather satchel, then back up at Logan. “You actually found the man? He had a good three-week start on you.”

“He was easy to track. He was a braggart, and every place he stopped people remembered him. He also spent a few days at each stop along the way to Denver—liked to show off. That slowed him down.”

White shook his head. “I’ll be damned.”

“I want you to give all that money to Mr. Rinker and tell him I’ll be back to collect my bounty. Right now, I’m in kind of a hurry because  I  intend  to  find the man behind Rosell. His name is Robert Alexander. Have you—”

Alexander?” White interrupted, speaking the name as though in shock.

It was then Logan heard an odd whimper from a jail cell behind the wall where the sheriff sat. White got to his feet.

“Logan, you have no idea—”

“Do you have a woman back there?” Logan interrupted.

“Well…yes. That’s what I started to tell you. We didn’t quite know what to do with her. She just rambles crazy when she talks.” White leaned in closer and dropped his voice. “Logan, she shot a man on  the Kansas Pacific. Bloodiest mess you ever saw! She claimed he attacked her, but heck, they were traveling alone together, so I don’t know what to believe. We found the mess just this morning on their Pullman car when the train came in. The man’s identification says his name is Robert Alexander.”

Logan stepped back. “What?

“Yes. And he was layin’ in a sleeper car buck naked and covered in blood. There were dresses all over the bed in the back bedchamber, and they were covered in blood, too. We found a small pistol laying on the floor, and the woman—she’s a young thing—she was just sitting in a chair in the parlor area wearing   a nightgown and covered in blood—her clothes, her face, her hands—it was the most god-awful mess I ever saw. We’ve been trying to decide what to—”

Logan left him and hurried around the corner, and there in the jail cell sat what he thought might be a very beautiful woman with blond hair. He couldn’t be sure because she was covered in so much blood. Even her hair was stuck together in places from dried blood. His rage knew no bounds. After what Rosell had told him about Robert Alexander, he could just imag- ine what this woman had been through. He turned to Sheriff White when the man followed him to the cell. “Why in hell is this poor woman sitting in there unwashed and unattended! Can’t you see she’s been through something awful?”

“We just weren’t sure what to do with her—what to believe. She could be a murderess.”

Murderess! Hell!” Logan roared the words so loudly the sheriff stepped back defensively. “I know all about this Robert Alexander, and I can tell you if she shot him he damn well deserved it! Get that woman out   of there.”

Sheriff White shrugged. “What the hell are we supposed to do with her? She doesn’t talk any sense.” “Look at her! She’s shaking from shock. And she’s probably scared as a baby rabbit. I guarantee Alexander brought her out here under false pretenses, and then he took her for every dime she has and was going to sell her to a whorehouse. Get her out of there. There are more men behind this, and I need to know what she knows and what Alexander took from her.”

“You sure—”

“Get her out of there!” Logan raged.

White ran for the keys. Logan’s shouted words made the woman look up. Her eyes widened, and   she quickly curled up onto the cot where she sat and shook even harder.

“It’s all right,” Logan told her. “I’m going to get you some help.”

She just kept staring at him as White returned with the keys and opened the cell door. Logan stepped inside.

The woman shook her head. “Don’t let him touch me!” she screamed at the sheriff. “He’s here to take me away to someplace awful!”

They were the first coherent words she’d spoken since Sheriff White had pulled her off the Pullman car. Logan stepped closer. “Ma’am, I’m not going to—” “His name is Chad!” she screamed at the sheriff. “He’s here to pick me up and take me away. He rides with a lot of bad men! Robert told me about him!” “Ma’am, this man isn’t called Chad,” the sheriff tried to assure her. “This is Logan Best. He’s a bounty hunter, and he was after that man you killed. He wants to help you. His word is good, so we won’t hold you any longer. Logan claims Alexander was a swindler of some kind.”

“Don’t believe him! He’s Chad Krieger, and he’s going to take me someplace where I’ll never be found again. Look at him! He’s filthy and wears guns and— he looks like an outlaw! Don’t let him take me!”

White stepped closer and leaned down to look into the woman’s eyes. “Ma’am, I assure you, this man isn’t Chad Krieger. He’s a bounty hunter. He hunts down men like Chad Krieger. His name is Logan Best, and he wants to get you some help. You’ll be safe with him.”

The woman buried her face in her bloody hands and wept.

Logan turned to White. “Where is the closest doctor’s office?”

“Couple of doors down. Doc Billings. This is the best time to catch him sober. It’s still early. The man is pretty useless by eight o’clock or so at night.”

“I’ll carry her. You lead the way.”

“Sure.” White stepped back, and Logan walked closer to the woman. She shrank back again. Logan knelt in front of her.

“I’m not that man called Chad,” he assured her again. “My name is Logan Best, and I was here in Abilene to collect bounty on a man called Ben Rosell. You ever hear that name?”

She shook her head.

Logan looked her straight in the eyes and hesitantly reached out to touch her arm. She didn’t pull away. “Let me help you. What’s your name?”

She watched his eyes, and her shaking stopped. “Elizabeth Baylor.”

“Let me guess. Are you British? I mean, your accent tells me you are, but I need to know for sure.”

Elizabeth nodded.

“And this man called Sir Robert Alexander duped you into trusting him—offered to bring you west and then managed to steal your money and turn on you. Right? He was taking you to someone. He was going to leave you with the man called Chad.”

Elizabeth swallowed. “How—do you know all that?”

“It’s a long story. But I’m not this man you call Chad Krieger. I’m hunting for Krieger.”

Elizabeth broke into tears. “I’m alone out here. I don’t know what to do. I killed him! I killed Robert!” “And I’m betting it was for a damn good reason,”

Logan told her. “We need to talk, Miss Baylor. Is it Miss?”

Elizabeth wiped at her tears, smearing the blood on her face. “Lady,” she answered, showing a spark of pride. “I am Lady Elizabeth Baylor…from London.” She cried even harder. “I loved him! I was going to marry him! Why did he…do this?”

“Because he’s a swindling sonofabitch,” Logan answered. He rose. “Come on. Let me get you to a doctor.” He looked at White. “Where are her things? She needs to wash up and get dressed. For God’s sake, how could you leave her in this condition, and in a jail cell to boot?”

“We were going to have a meeting soon to discuss what to do with her.”

“Common sense should have told you this woman didn’t do anything wrong. Look at her! She’s been abused, and she was probably just defending herself. If you weren’t a lawman, I’d land a fist into your face. Where are her things?”

“They’re still down at the depot.”

“Then have somebody go get them and bring them to the doctor’s office.” Logan reached out for Elizabeth. “Can you walk?”

Elizabeth crossed her arms over her breasts as though she thought Logan might be able to see through her gown. “I don’t want people out there to see me. And…I’m barefoot.”

Logan grasped her arms and pulled her up. He noticed she winced.

“Are your arms bruised?” he asked. Elizabeth nodded.

Logan reached down and yanked a wool blanket off the cot. He wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her completely before lifting her into his arms. He thought how small and light she was. Her situation reminded him of what had happened to MaryAnne. He’d killed every last one of the men who’d hurt her before coming out here to hunt down every damn wanted man he could find.

“Let’s get her to a doctor,” he told the sheriff. White obliged, heading out the front door.

A few people gathered to watch Logan Best carry the strange, bloody woman who’d killed a man to the doctor’s office.

Elizabeth curled against him, her head on his shoulder. At least he could get help for this woman. He’d never had the chance to help MaryAnne.


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Excerpt: Ghost Riders of Cumberland Gap by Ron Chandler

Ghost Riders of Cumberland Gap by [Chandler, Ron]

Ghost Riders of Cumberland Gap


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Colter, a teenager from southwest Virginia diagnosed with cancer, crosses through a time portal to colonial America.  Along with his present-day companions, Demetri, a boy stricken with spinal TM, and Lily, a girl who has cystic fibrosis, he befriends a tribe of nomadic eastern Siouan Indians known as the Monacans, Clan of the Black Bear.  They share many adventures with the Monacans including hunting, fishing, horseback riding, making crafts, exploring the wilderness, and protecting the land from marauding settlers.

Mystery Story Morphed into Adventure Novel:

The author is an early American history buff.  On a sightseeing trip to Natural Bridge, Virginia (a landmark made famous by Thomas Jefferson) he learned about a tribe of native American Indians called the Monacans, who disappeared in the early 1700s.  He wrote the story on behalf of a nephew who had a medical condition that required surgery and over 20 different doctor appointments in one year.  Fortunately, his nephew recovered and the prognosis are good for the foreseeable future.  The author decided to expand the mystery story into an adventure novel because of the positive reactions of his family and preliminary readers.  It contains 10 chapters with action scenes in each chapter.  The author’s previously published stories about native American Indians include In the Footsteps of Robert Running Bear (Cherokee), The Omen (Choctaw), and Red Cloud (Shawnee).  The author believes that the native American Indians made a positive contribution to American history that is underappreciated.

Ghost Riders of Cumberland Gap Chapter 3 Excerpt:

When they reached the hilltop, they spotted a herd of wild mustangs grazing in a ravine about 100 yards away.  Bending Willow and Running Deer kept tracking the horses while Colter and Demetri galloped ahead to cut them off.  The Indians would flush out the herd as though through a funnel.  That was the easy part.  Lassoing them was the other.

Colter and Demetri heard whooping and yodeling from the other end of the ravine and then the thunderous stampeding of horses echoing off the cliff walls.  They swung down from either side of the ravine and rode in full stride when the herd came bolting forth being led by a stallion, which had a sleek black coat and stood a full two hands taller than the other wild mustangs.  Then came the palomino with its pearly-white mane flying free.

Colter swung next to the mare and tossed his lasso.

The palomino veered right, seeing the shadow falling from above, and the rope fell short.  Then the palomino shifted from a gallop to a full run.

Colter dug in his heels and his horse spurted forward.


Author Bio:

Ron Chandler

Ron Chandler is a freelance writer from Baltimore, Maryland.  His short stories and poems have been published in over thirty literary magazines including The Binnacle – University of Maine at Machias, Blueline – SUNY Potsdam, Capper’s, Pink Chameleon, Storyteller, and Toasted Cheese

Review: An Easter Prayer Touch and Feel Board Book

An Easter Prayer Touch and Feel Board Book

Preschoolers can’t help but notice all the new wonders of spring, and An Easter Prayer Touch and Feel makes these wonders even more fun! The adorable art, touch-and-feel elements throughout the book, and sweet rhymes will appeal to little ones, making this the perfect gift for Easter time.

Children can thank God for springtime blessings in a whole new way with fun touch-and-feel elements throughout the book, feeling the soft fur of a bunny or the silky petals of a flower.

From award-winning author Amy Parker, An Easter Prayer Touch and Feel will be a great way to start the Easter celebration with your little one. Parker has sold more than a million books, proving that she understands what appeals to children. Put a copy of An Easter Prayer Touch and Feel in every Easter basket!

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My girls love books and this Touch and Feel book has quickly become a favorite. Easter is always a fun and sweet time at our house. We always have Easter baskets and small gifts but at the same time, we talk about why we celebrate Easter.


This book helps to remind my girls to be thankful to God for Spring and for Jesus. They love hearing the verses and feeling the special areas on each page. It has become our favorite time of day when we sit together and read this lovely, colorful book.


This book is very well made and the quality and thickness will put up with years of wear and tear. I think that this book would be perfect as a gift for a baby shower or in an Easter basket for your special little one!


We would like to thank ZONDERKIDZ for allowing us to review this book!