Monday, December 10, 2018

Character Interview - Viviana MacKade

Welcome to Viviana MacKade and the heroes from her Crescent Creek series.

Getting together the Heroes of your series is not that difficult when they are friends so here we are, nice and cozy in my living room during a two-days cold front in Crescent Creek, Florida. Of course, I asked Scott to bring food. Aidan would be okay with anything, but I wouldn’t cook for the Beckett brothers if my life depended on it. So the Becketts brought food, Aidan tea, and I contribute with the house.
“Thank you for being here guys,” I start. “Just for the records, with me are Scott Beckett from All Those Miles I walked, Rhett Beckett from Painted Love, and Aidan Murphy from His Midnight Sun. Guys, you are here to play games.”
Reaction to this plan: Scott raises an eyebrow, Rhett gets more comfortable on the couch, and Aidan groans.
I ignore all of them.
“We’ll keep it classic and quick. The game is This or That. I say two things, and you’ll have to chose one. Clear?”
They nod, but none is overly happy about it. As if I expected any different.
Also, for the sake of a fast reading experience, and keeping my sanity, I’ll write this as a report. Or I’ll try to.

Dog or Cat?
Rhett and Scott: Dogs
Aidan: neither. Cats are selfish bastards and dogs are needy. I don’t need either.
Rhett: You have a German Shepard, man.
Aidan: He’s for Kiki. The girl needs a dog. What are you, a monster to deny a child her dog? Jesus.
Scott and Rhett chuckle.
Netflix or YouTube?
Scott: Netflix. I can watch what I want when I’m off. It’s brilliant.
Aidan: are you ever off?
Scott shrugs.
Toast or Eggs?
Rhett: toast and eggs. With butter.
Cardio or Weights?
Scott: weights.
Aidan: cardio.
Scott, looking at Aidan: really?
Aidan: Summer pushed me into try it for, you know, stress release and stuff. Kinda works.
Rhett: Pass. Damn, I’ll be old and fat.
Facebook or Twitter?
All three: nope.
Form or Function?
Aidan: form.
Scott: function.
Rhett: a bit of both.
Swimming or Sunbathing.
Rhett: swimming. Uh, that’s how I’m not gonna be old and fat.
Scott: sunbathing with a margarita in my hand and DJ in a very small bikini when the kids are with the grandparents.
Aidan: I can’t sunbath. Irish skin. I need a gallon of sun-cream when I go out with the boat.
Big Party or Small Gathering?
Scott: depends. If they are paying clients, then the bigger the better.
Aidan: no people.
Rhett: small gatherings.
Work Hard or Play Hard?
Scott: work hard to play hard.
The others nod in agreement.
Bath or Shower?
Rhett: is Florence in there too? Because then I don’t care, I’ll take it.
Aidan: solid point, mate.
Scott nods.
Amusement Park or Day at the Beach?
All: beach.
Coffee or Tea?
Aidan: Tea. Irish Breakfast. Yes, it’s different.
Scott and Rhett: coffee.
TV or Book?
Scott: TV
Rhett: Either, it depends on what’s on.
Aidan: books.
Winter or Summer?
All: summer.
Camping or Binge Watching Shows at Home?
Aidan and Rhett: Camping
Scott: home. I like to be comfortable.
Working Alone or Working in a Team?
Rhett: I’m afraid none of us is really good at working as part of a team.
Motorcycle or Bicycle?
Scott and Rhett: neither.
Aidan: motorcycle.
When sleeping: Fan or No Fan?
Scott: here in Florida? Fan, all the way.
Awesome interview, guys. Thanks so much for stopping by!

"His Midnight Sun" by Viviana MacKade

Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?

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Heat level 3 - 4
Romantic suspense, standalone
5 Star Read
$ 0.99 FREE with KU
Other books in Crescent Creek Series (all can be read as stand alone, and all are .99 cents, or FREE with Kindle Unlimited)
All Those Miles I Walked – Scott and DJ
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Painted Love – Rhett and Florence
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Beach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. She spends her days between typing on her beloved keyboard, playing in the pool with her boy, and eating whatever her husband puts on her plate (the guy is that good, and she really loves eating). Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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Sunday, December 9, 2018

#BookReview – “The Imposter Prince” by Tanya Anne Crosby



had thrust Ian MacEwen into the very center of the ton's marriage mart, forcing him to choose a bride who would be queen. He'd wanted only to uncover answers denied him all his life. Instead he found Claire Wentworth, a fearless woman with grass-green eyes who needed his protection --- and his love --- whether she admitted it or not!


Claire Wentworth needed a champion, but what she got was a regal mystery. The man all London hailed as "Prince" instead struck her as a rogue adventurer --- who could rouse her slumbering heart to wide-awake desire!


Thirty years ago, the prince of a small European country promised to marry the daughter of a Scottish earl, and she bore him twins. Then he decided to marry another woman. When they separated, they each took one of their infant sons and told the boys falsehoods about the other parent to protect them from the truth.
Now, in 1831 Scotland, Ian MacEwen is in charge of protecting the people of Glen Abbey, but the area has fallen to poverty and neglect. He moonlights as a highwayman but never expected to rob the carriage of his identical twin brother, a brother he never knew he had. In a spur of the moment decision, he decides to trade places with Merrick to finally find the answers he’s been looking for. Once Ian and Ryo—Merrick’s trusted friend, servant, and carriage driver—return to London, Ian must pretend to be his brother and live a very pampered but confining life as the Crown Prince of Meridian.
Lady Claire Wentworth is in dire need of money to save her kidnapped brother Ben. When a carriage almost runs her over, she finds herself pitted against the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen. It’s too bad he’s also infuriatingly rude, questions her honor, and accuses her of thievery. Time and again Claire and Ian bump into each other around London in the most unseemly of circumstances, but things finally come to a head when he spots her a royal galla. She soon learns Ian (as Merrick) is a prince, and even more shocking, he’s chosen her to be his bride!
I sooooo love this book. Ian and Claire are two very determined, stubborn characters. Their banter and witty sarcasm and criticisms are hilarious. They have great chemistry, but I think they fell in love a little too easily since Ian is often busy looking for her brother and Claire is stuck at his house with his disapproving father.
Ian’s father, Julian, the king, is a troubled man who’s made a lot of mistakes, but he’s not as mean and horrible as he seems.
I love all the scenes that jump to Lady Fiona (the twins’ mom), Merrick, and Chloe (Merrick’s fiancĂ©e)—the characters from book one. This book and the first one, The Imposter’s Kiss, tie in together and occur almost simultaneously with both books being fully concluded in this one. The books are complete standalones, however, but you can understand all the characters and their motivations better if you read both stories.
There are a few inconsistencies between the two books, but nothing major. For some reason, in this book, it’s never said that Ian is an earl, Lord Lindale. I find that odd, but the fact that he’s nobility doesn’t factor into the story anyway. I just wouldn’t have known this if I hadn’t read the first book.
The epilogue is super sweet, told in both Julian’s and Fiona’s POV, and I would love to know more about what will happen to the parents and about the future of Meridian. I really wish that would’ve been elaborated more. 
Anyway, this is a great story and I highly recommended it.
4.5 Stars

Disclaimer – I bought this book for my own enjoyment. I am not paid or compensated in any way, shape, or form for this honest review. I will not change or alter this review for any reason unless at my discretion.

Saturday, December 8, 2018

Book Spotlight - "Cat Shifters of Aaidar: Escape" Laney Kaye & Christina Wilder


Laney Kaye & Christina Wilder

Can an alien shifter and a human find a way to be together on a planet torn apart by war?
Guns, fangs, and claws for hire, Herc’s the alpha of a big cat shifter mercenary team, fighting for the Regime. When nurse Maya tends his wounds, her touch on his near-naked body triggers the first phase of an impossible bondmate.
There’s no way in all seven hells Herc will bond with a puny human—despite her alluring curves and feisty attitude. He's not going to kiss her, so bond two, the meshing of their hearts, will never happen. And sex is totally off the table - or the bed, or any other damned place. So bond three, the irrevocable joining of their souls, isn't a long as he never sees her again.
A Resistance fighter, Maya infiltrated the Regime to save her captured sister. Her slash-and-burn plan doesn’t include bonding with a sexy mercenary shifter who’s hunting her people into extinction. But when her secret identity’s revealed, she flees into the desert with Regime soldiers—and a determined Herc—hot on her heels.
If he catches Maya, Herc faces a lifetime on the run from the Regime. But giving in to her heart’s desire will bond Maya to her enemy.

The CAT SHIFTERS OF AAIDAR series consists of


“Okay, Catboy, you going to hightail it over and check it out?”
A dozen grunted words, and my Commanding Officer, Smithton, proved he was an idiot. Not that the last six weeks hadn’t provided him ample opportunity, which the stupid bastard had greedily seized, but his persistent ignorance reinforced his lack of interest in learning anything of the Felidaekin cat shifters. Damn funny, given the money his government had invested in transporting the five of us from Aaidar to help them.
Fact was, if he wanted one of us to race across the scorched, barren earth between the rocky outcrop we currently occupied and the one he apparently felt we should claim, any idiot knew to call on Khal. Cheetahs the swiftest land animals, a Cheetahkin shifter was no different. Khal would hit seventy clicks an hour in four seconds, meaning he’d be tucked in behind the new outcrop, snug as a lion in a lair, before the hostiles even brought arms to bear.
Though I thought I had myself under control, my hackles must’ve risen, because I caught the shake of Jag’s head, his black hair ruffling in the breeze he created. The only damn breeze on this hellish planet. Gods knew what the Glians found to fight over in this giant sandbox. I thought I’d been posted pretty much everywhere, seen everything. But this was the first time I’d been stuck somewhere with not a single green tree or blade of grass, as far as the eye could see. Even a Ligerkin eye.
“Cool it, Herc,” Jag muttered, the frequency so low it’d register only as a warning growl to the soldiers with us. The Jaguarkin’s caution was invaluable to our team, especially considering how often I needed to be reminded to chill when dealing with Glians. Well, this Glian in particular.
Along with the other three cat shifters— Khal, Leo, and Spike—Jag had served under me for more than eight years, earning him the right to use my birth-name. But, with anything more than four syllables apparently unpronounceable for the Glians, we’d adopted nicknames for this mission. Besides, we had more anonymity this way. And anonymity is a rare and luxurious commodity when you’ve been sold for muscle.
I gave Jag a brief nod and glanced across him to where Khal lay prone in the red sand, cheek resting on his rifle stock, though his golden eyes were fixed on me. Despite being in the human form common to the descendants of Earth who inhabited this system, the black grease strip we’d each smeared beneath our eyes to cut the desert glare made him seem on the verge of transitioning, the dark teardrops of his feline form always one of the first points to manifest.
He blinked slowly, patiently waiting for direction, though I could sense his inner tension, his muscles coiled, ready to spring. I held up one hand, palm out, to still him. “Wait up, man.” Sure, he could run faster than the wind, but that didn’t mean I was about to take the idea of sending one of my guys out there lightly.
I kept my eyes on the desert, counting the spines on a far-distant cava bush. Facing the C.O. would just piss me off more. “Any reason to head out, Commander? The insurgents are on the run, they’ll show themselves soon enough. We can wait them out.” Smithton’s battle decisions were questionable, and several times I’d been left with the impression that we were expendable. It seemed he found maximum opportunity to use our shifting talents, even when they weren’t necessary, as though he took a perverse—or perverted—interest in watching us shift, despite the pain the change necessarily caused.
The hostiles, as the Glians termed them, though we rarely saw anything but defensive behavior and a few minor skirmishes, had been on the run since before we arrived, but HQ was keen to take them all down. Well, not so much take them down as have us parcel up and deliver them. More than one wing of our compound was off limits to the Felidaekin, but there were buildings on the eastern side that none of us would approach, either under orders or dare. The stench of pain and death oozed thick from that side of the complex, and we’d taken to turning up the entertainment coms in our communal room to drown out the inhuman screams. Though turning up the music didn’t do much for a liger shifter, considering I could hear a twig break a mile away.
Not that I’d needed to hunt too many twigs.
Thing was, the screams from the compound might’ve been inhuman, but the screamers weren’t. We’d see them, once a week or so, taken from cells in the eastern quadrant and marched, cuffed and hooded, to the interrogation chambers. There was something bad—no, wrong—going on there. If I wasn’t under direct government orders, I’d take my crew and make for home.
I stroked my hand along my Teyraus assault rifle, tapped the magazine. Fitted with a scope and night-sight, neither of which I’d ever need, I’d far rather take out this last cell with our bullets than haul them in for questioning. I didn’t condone taunting prey.
Hostiles, that is.
Only the damn Glians stooped to torture. Well, them and housecats.
As Smithton didn’t reply, I flipped to my back, facing the C.O. and struggling to control the disgusted curl of my upper lip. It’d turn to a fully-fledged snarl in an instant if I allowed it.
Smithton sat well back from where we lay in the dirt, obscured by boulders and the odd, scrubby, thorn-covered bush. He’d wedged his skinny carcass into a rocky crevice, obviously where he deemed it safer. He flapped a hand toward the desert expanse, his other hand fastidiously dusting at his camos. “It’s what you’re hired for. I haven’t got all damn day.”
About the Author

Living in the not-so-wilds of Australia, Laney Kaye writes sexy contemporary and slightly-supernatural romance. 

With Christina Wilder, she co-authors the hot alien CAT SHIFTERS OF AAIDAR romance series. As they live on opposite sides of the world, they can generally be found burning up the social media bandwidth with their plotting and scheming — not to mention, swooning over the hot guys — but it's okay, they each have their favorites ;-)


Look for Laney's upcoming titles featuring the hot Aussie lifeguard shifters 

Spring '19 from The Wild Rose Press

Laney can most often be found procrastinating on Twitter @LaneyKaye1
Or on her webpage

Friday, December 7, 2018

Book Spotlight - "Finding Your Path to Publishing" by Tina Holland

About the Book

Finding Your Path to Publishing is a book designed to help authors find a home for their work. Whether that is to find an agent and get a New York Contract or to Indie Publish your works, every path is different. This book will help you find the right path for you.

Questions about your process and style will guide you to help make the best decision for your project and you as a writer.

The first time I met author Tina Holland, she asked me what I was doing as an author. She shared a genuine interest in my success and gave me several suggestions that I incorporated into my plans, which ultimately resulted in Rachel Wilder and I being offered our first publishing contract.
Tina’s passion for writing is second only to her passion for helping other writers succeed, to truly pay it forward in the writing world in a way that enriches and lifts up the people who come in contact with her. I first took her FEARS workshop, which stands for Finish, Edit, Analyze, Research, and Submit, several years ago and loved every minute of it. She makes what can be a bewildering array of options and tasks seem doable. She creates a clear path forward, whatever the writer’s ultimate goal – to land a “New York contract,” find an agent, publish with a small press, “Indie pub,” or blog.
I’m as excited about Finding Your Path to Publishing as I was when I first met Tina, because it does exactly what the title promises: guides you, teaches you, inspires you, to find your path.
~ A. Catherine Noon, Author
Founder of Writer Zen Garden

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Hello, my fellow writer!  Congratulations on writing your first book, or maybe even your fifth.   
My name is Tina Holland.  I’ve written over ten books, am published with two houses and have been nominated for awards.   I write Contemporary, Paranormal and Fantasy Romance, and now I can add Non-fiction to the list.
Writing is a journey for many of us, myself included.  Very few of us navigate the sea of words without discovering more about our characters, the subject matter, or even ourselves.
This book is intended to help you navigate the publishing world to find the best home for your book, even if that home isn’t quite finished.
While I am not an expert on everything, I do have a very healthy knowledge of the publishing industry, simply because it fascinates me.  I probably should’ve been an agent, but I love writing too much. The business is changing rapidly and some of the material within will be dated within months of publication.  However, I hope to provide you with the basic principles and etiquette of the industry.
Tina Holland
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