Saturday, February 23, 2019

#BookReview – “Sizzle and Burn” by Jayne Ann Krentz


Being called creepy can be hard on your self-esteem--even for an attractive, independent woman like Raine Tallentyre. That's what happened when she made the mistake of revealing her paranormal abilities, bringing her most recent romantic relationship to a hasty end. Her Aunt Vella, a gifted but troubled soul, had told her years ago to keep her talents a secret. And now that poor Aunt Vella—her last blood relative—has died, Raine has resigned herself to a lonely life.

But when she journeys to Shelbyville, Washington, to clear out her aunt's house--trying to ignore the locals' comments about the "witch" and the "crazy lady"-- Raine’s highly developed sensitivity leads her to a horrifying discovery: a young woman, bound and terrified, in a basement storage locker. The victim has survived, and the culprit is on the loose. Without warning, a new man enters Raine’s life—investigator Zack Jones. Surprisingly, Zack isn’t repelled by her powers: in fact, he has his own. While Raine hears voices, Zack sees visions and within hours of their meeting, Raine experiences an intense, thrilling intimacy—mental, emotional, and physical—she never dared to expect.

There’s one complication, however: Zack Jones is working for the Arcane Society. This secret organization, dedicated to the study of paranormal phenomena, shattered Raine’s family with an act of betrayal long ago, and she’s not about to trust them now. But as a killer makes her his target, and a cabal of psychic criminals known as Nightshade operates in the shadows surrounding them, Raine and Zack must rely not only on their powerful abilities but on each other as well


The Arcane Society series just keeps getting better. In this installment, Raine Tallentyre finds a kidnapped woman in the basement of her deceased aunt’s house. Raine’s unique talent is she hears voices when feeling extreme emotional energy like rage, hate, and misery, which is usually left behind from murderers and their victims. After she finds the woman alive, the killer sets his sights on her.
A deadly group called Nightshade also wants Raine, believing she has information they need. It’s up to Zack Jones to find the man who betrayed the Arcane Society for Nightshade and to keep Raine alive.
Zack works for Jones and Jones as a paranormal investigator. His secret talent is he can feel the dark, possibly murderous history off anything he touches. Even though the death may have taken place hundreds of years ago, he can “see” it in his mind as though he really witnessed the event and even did the murder himself.
Raine and Zack are incredible, and one of my favorite couples in the series. They’re both considered exotic, level-ten talents on the J&J scale.
There are a few loose ends not tied up (nothing major), but I hope they’ll be explained in the next book. I loved Zack’s connection to Gabriel from book 1 since I really like family sagas. I’m dying to learn more about Fallon and Calvin, the J&J boss and a J&J agent, respectively. One of my favorite parts in this book is at the end when Raine rails down on Fallon for being an insensitive jerk. Just priceless!
The books set in the contemporary era don’t seem to be as wordy as the ones set in the historical era, and I’m grateful for that. Though I found it annoying that the characters kept referring to the killer as a “freak” (it just sounded weird to me), the book is fast-paced and it kept my attention. This is a really great story and I definitely recommend it.
5 Stars

Note -- Even though this book is considered number 3 in the Arcane Society series, it’s technically number 5 if you read the books in chronological order (not publication date). Personally, I read all of the Amanda Quick (historical) books first, then the Jayne Anne Krentz (contemporary) books, and lastly the (futuristic) ones by Jayne Castle. For readers who don’t know, these three authors are the same author, and she uses different names for each time period.

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. 

Friday, February 22, 2019

Blog Tour - "Full Girlfriend Experience" by Dana Ross #Giveaway

Full Girlfriend Experience
By Dana Ross
Dana is giving away 2 Full Girlfriend Experience ebooks during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter everyday so be sure to follow the Blog Tour. You may find the tour schedule and locations here 

About Full Girlfriend Experience:

When DC Madam Faith Crawley receives a call from former client, Senator William Drummond, it's the answer to her prayers. The money the dirty politician offers her to smear his rival Finn Billings will save Faith's business, her lifestyle, and her girls.

Raised in the shadow of a political magnate, Finn Billings has the credentials to get the job done, but he lacks confidence and wonders if politics is truly the life he desires.

Using the façade of her front business, a PR firm, Faith turns Finn into a political powerhouse while obtaining the evidence Drummond needs to destroy Finn's political chances. But Faith didn't plan on falling in love with her mark.

Now she has the toughest decision ever—give the sleazy senator incriminating photos of Finn to save her business or give up everything for the sake of love.

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

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In the biz, your word was golden, and there were rules that had to be upheld. White lies were acceptable, but there were certain lines one never crossed. Keep data in code, shield clients’ privacy, and, most importantly, protect the girls. At all costs. I’d always honored these precepts to the best of my abilities. It helped me stay afloat while other madams sank like flat tires in the Anacostia River.
Yet there I was after one free lunch, considering a partnership with a man who didn’t deserve to lick my stilettoes. Why? Was it the champagne? Drummond’s smooth tongue? The fact that creditors were calling on a regular basis? Whatever the reason, I couldn’t dismiss him until I exhausted every option.
Unfortunately, I only had one.
Even worse, she hated my guts.


About the Author:

After leaving her career teaching gemology, Caryn DeVincenti, who writes as Dana Ross, moved to the sunshine state to become a full-time writer. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing at Wilkes University and is the regional director of the Florida Writers Association, Palm Beach County.
When not writing, Caryn nurtures her social media addiction, dances (poorly) to loud ’80s music, and plays chase with her insane Cairn terrier.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Release Day - "Child of Mine" by Jana Richards #Giveaway

CHILD OF MINE – Book 1, The Masonville Series
By Jana Richards

Genre: Contemporary small-town romance
Keywords: contemporary romance, small town romance, Divided loyalties, Family Conflict, Forbidden Love, in love with brother's wife, marriage of convenience, obstacles to love, Pregnant Heroine, second chance love
ISBN: Ebook ISBN 978-1-5092-2481-4
Length: Novel length, 262 pages, 64,880 words
Heat Level: Spicy – PG13
Release Date: February 20, 2019
Cover Artist: Rae Monet

Tag line: Is Lauren’s love for Cole stronger than her fear of scandal in her hometown?

Lauren didn't intend to sleep with her brother-in-law Cole on the day of her husband's funeral. But now that she is pregnant, she's not sorry. Cole's given her a baby, a long-wished-for miracle. He's been her friend forever, though she never told him or anyone else how unhappy her marriage to his cheating brother was. And she's afraid to tell the small town that considered her husband a hero that the baby isn't his.
Cole's been in love with Lauren since he was sixteen. It kills him that everyone believes the baby is his dead brother's. All he wants is to claim the baby, and Lauren, as his own. Though she marries him, will Lauren's heart ever be his?
Lauren must tell the truth or risk losing Cole. Is her newly-discovered love for him greater than her fear of scandal in her hometown?


Cole wrapped her in his arms. He held her securely, whispering reassurances. “It’s all right, Lauren. Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay, sweetheart.”

She clung to him, her face buried against his neck. How wonderful to be held, to be touched. It had been so long—

What was she doing? This was Cole, her friend. She pulled away from him. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

She turned away and tried to wipe the tears from her face. After she got her tears under control, she made herself smile at him. “Do you remember the homecoming dance? The time I tripped in my new high heels and sprained my ankle?”

“Of course I do. You couldn’t walk, so I carried you from the school gym to Billy’s car, and he drove you home. I remember you were a lot heavier than you looked.”

She swatted his shoulder, hiccupping laughter mixing with her tears. “Very funny. I was trying to make a point.”
He wiped the tears from her cheek with the pad of his thumb, his dark eyes full of tenderness. “So what was your point?”

“You’re a good friend. You’ve always been there every time I’ve needed you, and here you are again. Thank you.” He stared into her eyes, but said nothing. She couldn’t look away. He continued to stroke her cheek with his thumb, the tiny caress acting like a balm to her battered heart. She placed her hand on his cheek.


They reached for each other in mutual need. He pulled her against his chest, his mouth descending on hers in a hungry, urgent kiss. She sighed against his mouth, and he brought her closer. He wants me. It had been so long since someone had wanted her. Only her.

Buy Links


$25 Amazon gift card and an ecopy of LIES AND SOLACE

Author Bio

When Jana Richards read her first romance novel, she immediately knew two things: she had to commit the stories running through her head to paper, and they had to end with a happily ever after. She also knew she’d found what she was meant to do. Since then she’s never met a romance genre she didn’t like. She writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and historical romance set in World War Two, in lengths ranging from short story to full length novel. Just for fun, she throws in generous helpings of humor, and the occasional dash of the paranormal. Her paranormal romantic suspense “Seeing Things” was a 2008 EPPIE finalist.
In her life away from writing, Jana is an accountant/admin assistant, a mother to two grown daughters, and a wife to her husband Warren. She enjoys golf, yoga, movies, concerts, travel and reading, not necessarily in that order. She and her husband live in Winnipeg, Canada with an elderly Pug/Terrier named cross Lou. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her website at

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Release Day - "Talen" by Shay Savage

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In a world plagued by constant earthquakes and volcanic debris, people in the valley struggle to survive while those on top of the hill want for nothing.
This is where I come in.
I spend my nights plundering supplies in the walled city of Hilltop, and I trade them to the valley people below. I’m not a thief.  I prefer to be known as the head of Lost and Found.
When I discover a beautiful but dangerous competitor in my territory, I also learn she knows more about me than she should. Is she a spy sent by my father, or is she a rebel like me? I don’t trust her, but together we’ll discover secrets that may destroy what’s left of our world.
There have always been those with wealth and those without.

My name is Talen, and I’m here to even the score.


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Shay Savage is an independent author from Cincinnati, Ohio, where she lives with her family and a variety of household pets.  She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. Her hobbies include off-roading in her big, yellow Jeep, science fiction in all forms, and soccer.  Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
From the author: “It’s my job to make you FEEL.  That doesn’t always mean you’ll feel good, but I want my readers to be connected enough to my characters to care.”
Savage’s books many books span a wide variety of topics and sub-genres with deeply flawed characters.  From cavemen to addicts to hitmen, you’ll find yourself falling for these seemingly irredeemable characters!

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Monday, February 18, 2019

Book Spotlight and Author Interview - "Behind the Mask" by Marianne Petit


Author Marianne Petit mixes true life experiences with fiction to create a suspenseful tale of intrigue and romance set in the early days of war-torn France.

In 1940 Paris, both rich and poor are thrust together - a mixed society struggling to survive.
American born Yvette Matikunas, one of the privileged few, goes underground with a deathbed promise to her grandfather that has her roaming the streets of France with a dangerous message. She quickly learns that no one is who they seem to be and trust is a thing of her past.

Injured in battle while trying to save the life of one of his men, Colonial André Rinaldo is disillusioned by a shell-shocked country and a weak government.   Persuaded to go underground and unite his fellow compatriots by forming resistance groups, he meets the beautiful blonde, Yvette, whose determination to free France from foreign dictatorship is as strong as his.

In the middle of espionage and clandestine rendezvous, they form a partnership that deepens even under the ever-present threat of arrest.  But with America’s interest in the war building in the background all Americans are ordered to leave the country. Will Yvette return to the States, or will André persuade her to stay and fight for love?


The train slowed as it approached the station. On the platform, German soldiers stood at attention. As they boarded the train, people shuffled through their belongings for their documents. A hush settled over the compartment in anticipation.

Yvette’s proof of citizenship shook in her fingers. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and dropped her hand in her lap.

Pierre, her canary, was quiet; thank the dear lord, for her nerves were taut enough without his high-pitched chirping. The last thing she needed was for him to draw attention. The last thing she needed was to have someone find Grandpère’s message hidden in the bottom of the cage. The words, written with a shaky hand, made no sense. The grapes are rotting on the vine. It’s time to bring them in. The wine is ripe. But her grandpère’s warning was embedded in her brain. Trust no one. Whatever cryptic message lay hidden under the paper, it put her in danger.

The compartment door slid open and Yvette’s heart skipped a beat.

Two soldiers stood in the corridor. One man, decorated with metals that would way down a rock, appeared to be the superior. He had a wide pronounced brow. His chin melted into his neck and his short-cropped silver hair seemed plastered to his head. A long gray mustache turned slightly down over a frown.
Yvette’s gaze slid past the elderly man to the light-haired soldier who studied her with intense blue eyes. Broad-shouldered, about six two, lean and muscular, he dominated the small doorway. His countenance rigid, like one accustomed to enduring the routine of war, he stood at attention, his eyes assessing everyone and everything.
His superior entered the compartment with an air of bitter disgust.

The routine common place everyone held out their traveling papers. Her heart pounding, Yvette waited and hoped her American papers would be of no interest to them.

The interrogation began in German and she didn’t respond, which brought a heated tone to the superior’s voice. He snapped something to the soldier who stood silently at the door. The younger man stepped forward, his gait like one of the wooden soldiers from the Laurel and Hardy movie Babes in Toyland.

“My commandant wants to know what kind of name Matikunas is,” he said in French.

Her father’s name was Lithuanian, a country annexed by Nazi Germany and placed under German civil administration. The Poles, especially the elite, became subject to mass murder. Was he fishing to see if she was Polish?

“I am an American,” Yvette insisted without further commentary.

Her remark brought a scowl to the commander’s face. He pointed to her birdcage and Yvette’s pulse leapt. 

When he ripped off the cloth cover, the startled bird darted back and forth in the cage. Pierre’s loud chirp filled the compartment. The German opened the door and stuck his hand inside.

“How dare you,” Yvette spat, in English, knowing he could not understand her. She did not care. “I hope he bites you.”

He turned a sinister look upon her and her body tightened.

The nervous bird hopped from one perch to the other.

The German began to peel up the newspaper lining the bottom of the cage.

Color drained from Yvette’s face. If he finds the note…dear Lord…what will he do?  Her teeth cut into her lip. She had heard horror stories of people brutalized, thrown in prison for far less. Grandpère’s death flashed before her eyes. Thinking about the possibilities brought a cold sweat to her brow. Calm down, she told herself. Breathe. Breathe.

The German’s fingers were inches away from discovering the hidden message.

Yvette held her breath…

…and Pierre pooped on his hand.

The scene played out in a comic rush. Red-faced, swearing, or so she guessed, the German pulled out his hand and snatched a handkerchief from the breast pocket of the gentleman sitting opposite her, who, in French, called him a German pig.

Yvette suppressed a grin.

Pierre broke out in song.

The commander spun on his heel. He said something to the handsome soldier in the corridor, stomped outside, then slammed open the next compartment.

The train whistle blew and the clanking of wheels, picking up speed vibrated throughout the compartment.

The soldier, who had stood at attention, strode in.

A jolt of fear attacked Yvette’s chest, yet she was struck by the strong sensual lines of his face. A muscle clenched in his narrow jaw. Eyes, like chips of glacial ice, hard and sharp, stared at her. This man seemed far more dangerous than his superior on so many levels.

He stepped up to her seat and bent before her, his face inches from hers. “You are either one brave or lucky woman,” he whispered in English.

He’d understood her!  She froze.

Despite the dangerous situation, she was keenly aware of his vitality, of the waves in his sandy hair and his wide forehead. Her senses leapt to life by the warm breath near her ear and the clean scent of freshly washed hair. She felt as though they were the only two people in the small room. As though they shared, a private moment meant for lovers. Her hands trembled.

Before she could respond, he continued. “Lucky for you that bird did not bite him.” The threat had an odd lilt, its tone almost amused. He straightened and stood over her. Whatever compassion she thought she sensed disappeared behind a mask of indifference.

“My commander is not happy,” he said in French. “He has instructed me to find out why an unchaperoned woman of your age, I surmise you are about nineteen, is traveling alone. He believes you pose a threat. Would you care to explain?” His voice took on an air of superiority.

“I am quite adept at taking care of myself and I’m twenty-one.”

“Get up,” he ordered. “Gather your things.”

Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest. Her legs refused to move.

He grabbed her arm. “Now.” He yanked her from her seat.

No one in the compartment made a move to help and she understood their fear.

His touch disgusted her and, for a moment, reined her terror. She yanked free. “My bag.” Before she could reach up for her suitcase, the German grabbed the satchel. She pushed past him and stepped into the corridor. Once again, he grabbed her arm. His gait quick, he practically dragged her down the passageway.

A few times the birdcage bumped the wall and Pierre’s loud chirping filled the corridor.

Yvette clamped her mouth shut, suppressing the barbed words on her tongue. She was in enough trouble. As she walked, she deliberated on how she was going to ditch the hidden message. Leaving Pierre behind was not an option. When they approached the lavatory, she came up with a plan. “I have–“

“In here,” he ordered as he pushed open the door and shoved her inside. “Stay put.” The door thud shut.

Yvette dropped onto the small toilet. What in the world had just happened? Quickly she slid out the bottom of the cage and pulled out the note. She scribbled the words on the tiniest piece of paper she could find, slipped off the metal casing of Grandpère’s cigar lighter and neatly pressed the message inside the casing, something, she realized, she should have thought about doing earlier.

Footsteps stopped outside her door.

Her fingers shaking, she managed to put the lighter back together as the door squeaked open. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the original message on the floor. A long arm shoved a pair of pants, shirt and jacket at her. Yvette’s pulse pounded as she slowly eased her foot over the paper.
“Put this on, lock the door and stay quiet,” the familiar voice ordered.

Before she could say a word, the door closed. This time she locked it. Dumbfounded, Yvette stood in the cramped space and stared at the clothes. Whose side was he on? Why help her? Or was he? If this was some perverse game… no, he didn’t appear to be the kind of man who played games.

Yvette picked up the incriminating note, opened the toilet, ripped up the message and flushed the paper onto the tracks.

She struggled out of her clothes and slipped on the pants that surprisingly, fit rather well, securing them around her small waist with a belt, a size too big. The shirt fit a little snugly, the jacket fit perfectly. The thought that he’d sized her up sent an uncomfortable pang to her stomach. Her nerves throbbed at the base of her throat as she waited for his next move.

An hour passed–then another.

The clanking of metal on rails and rocking of the train had a soothing quality and finally convinced, for the moment, she was safe, Yvette’s heart settled back to a normal beat. She was just about dozing when the train slowed and a knock snapped her to attention.

“Open up.”

He was back. Her heart collided with her ribs.

“Hurry, there’s not much time,” he ordered.

She unlocked the door.

He grabbed the birdcage.

“What do you think–”

“Keep your head down and your mouth shut,” he said, his tone stern. With a heavy hand, he plopped a blue pillbox hat on her head. “Follow my lead.”

At the end of the corridor, a woman and her little girl stood waiting. As they approached them, Yvette noticed they had her suitcase. The German handed the cage to child. Her mother took her purse.

“Wait!” Grandpère’s lighter was in her pocketbook.  She couldn’t put them in danger.

“You’ll get him back,” he whispered.

“A smoke. I need a smoke.” She reached inside her bag and pulled out the lighter.

The German eyed her with an odd expression, then pivoted on his heel.

She followed him into the next compartment.
The rail car was full of men wearing the same outfit she wore: khaki pants, a white shirt beneath a khaki jacket and blue and gold hat.

“Foreign Legion.” Short and to the point was his explanation.

He was certainly a man of few words. “A dangerous lot. Keep your distance.”

“How can I–”

“Get off with them. The lost child will be a distraction.”

Yvette watched as the mother started to walk away, leaving her daughter behind.

“Take her hand, “The German whispered beside her. “You’re on your own from here.”


“Go. Now.” He practically pushed her into the back of the tall, thin man in front of her. She was about to protest when she noticed, over her shoulder, the approaching German soldiers, one in particular—the Commander.

Yvette watched her savior walk away and greet his fellow comrades. For as long as she lived, she would never forget the kind German with the slight limp in his gait, who might have just saved her life.

Author Interview

Let's get you introduced to everyone, shall we? Tell us your name.
My name is Marianne Petit

Question: A little about your self
I am married for thirty-nine years. I have two sons and four grandchildren ages ten through seventeen months. I live on Long Island NY.

Question: Tell us your latest news.
I just finished my second romantic time travel that goes back to the California Gold Rush of 1850. The title is Timeless River and with any luck, it will be available in January.

Question: When and why did you begin writing?
I started writing in high school after I read numerous romance novels and thought, how hard can it be. Well, it’s a lot harder to write and finish a book than I thought!

Fiona: What inspired you to write your first book?
I heard about a PBS documentary about the Battle of the Little Bighorn and started plotting away.

Questions: How did you come up with your titles?
For my first book, A Find Through Time, my heroine finds a skull and then is sent back in time. I always seem to have some sort of reference to my title in the plot. In my latest book the heroine refers to her timeless river. In my second book, there’s a ghost, in my third book they are looking for the amulet of darkness and in my fourth book everyone is hiding behind a mask.

Question: Do you have a specific writing style? Is there anything about your style or genre that you find particularly challenging?
No style. I think as the years go by, you learn, grow, and the writing changes.
I find writing a mystery challenging.

Question: How much of the book is realistic and are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Behind the Mask, my fourth romance book, is based on family and friends who lived in France during WWII. All my other books are purely fictional.

Question: To craft your works, do you have to travel? Before or during the process?
Before my second book, Rebecca’s Ghost I traveled to Williamsburg, VA to get a sense of the buildings and a feel for the time-period. My third book, Amulet of Darkness is a fantasy world based on Greek and Roman mythology, so unless I time traveled, LOL, no.

Question: Who designed the covers?
Two of my books were done by illustrators, the other ones I designed.

Question: Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
In A Find Through Time I basically wrote about the plight of the Native Americans and how they struggled due to circumstances beyond their control.
In Amulet of Darkness, there are undertones of religious belief.
Behind the Mask’s message would be how hard war is and let’s not forget all the heroes who fought for their beliefs and who put their lives in danger saving others.
Rebecca’s Ghost is all about family.
In my new book, Timeless River, another time travel that will be out in the fall, my message is to love yourself and to stand up for your dreams. Sometimes what you wish for isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

Question: Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?  Who is your favorite writer, and what is it about their work that really strikes you?
Wow, that’s hard to say as I have read so many great authors. I am partial to my old critique partner Mira Platt. I love her style of writing.

Question: Outside of family members, name one entity that supported your commitment to become a published author.
My husband is my biggest supporter…. technically, he’s not a family member so I hope that counts.

Question: Do you see writing as a career?
I see writing as a part of my life I couldn’t do without.

Question: Did you learn anything during the writing of your recent book?
I learned never to toss an unfinished story because it’s not working. Put it away, pick it up at a later date, look at in a different light and start all over again if you have to. My last book was started years ago and like a string of pearls it was broken. When I was deciding what to write next, I picked it up, made some adjustments, looked at it from different angles and now it’s finished and much better than the first time I started writing it.

Question: If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?
Well, I don’t know many Native American actors, but I would definitely insist on one for A Find Through Time.  For Rebecca’s Ghost, I’d love to see Pierce Bronson as the dark brooding hero. For Amulet of Darkness, a nice muscled man like Chris Hemsworth would be awesome. For Behind the Mask, Tom Cruise and for Timeless River…Liam Hemsworth.

Question: Any advice for other writers?
If you love writing don’t give up no matter the criticism, rejections and frustration. Finishing your manuscript, holding your book in your hand never gets tiring and is a thrill that makes everything you went through to get to that point worthwhile.

Question: Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
Well, yes. If you like a book, please take the time to let the author know. Getting a nice email from someone who enjoyed your work can make all the difference in an author’s day. And please, please take the time to write a review, even a short one on Amazon. With so many author’s books, out on the internet a review is the only way to get an author recognized.

Question: Is there one person, past or present, you would love to meet? Why?
I would love to meet Angelina Jolie because we both do a lot of charity work.

Question: Do you have any hobbies?
I love to oil paint, sing with my choir, horseback ride, kayak and go white water rafting.

Question: What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching?
Outlander and Poldark are my favorite shows.

Question: Favorite foods, colors,  music?
I’m really not a foodie, so not sure I have anything that I love. My favorite color is fuchsia and I love all kinds of music, especially soothing music like Yani

Question: Imagine a future where you no longer write. What would you do?
I’d be at my easel painting.

Question: You only have 24 hours to live, how would you spend that time?
With my family having fun. I’d probably take them all on a trip together.

Question: Do you have a blog or website readers can visit for updates, events and special offers?

Find Me Here – Marianne Petit