Blog Tour/Guest Post: No Ordinary Love by Kenya Wright

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Interracial Romance is a fine art.

The beauty is in the differences.

The hero is unique from the heroine.

Yet, their dissimilar backgrounds, races, and cultures, don’t break them.

 
The differences are the heat that sparks the fire.
 
These are one of the reasons why I write interracial romance.
 
Plus, when I read, I go on vacation.
 
When I escape, I want a world that I’ve never seen, filled with characters that can teach me things I’ve never knew. 
 
Presently, there aren’t enough diverse characters in the romance genre.
 
So I write what I want to read.
Other times,
the story simply calls for two characters from dissimilar ethnic groups.
 
 
 
In my novel, No Ordinary Love, I have a black heroine writing a book in Tokyo, Japan. 
 
Choosing a Japanese hero was an obvious decision, and was one of the best parts of writing that novel.
 
But in the end,
and seriously,
I’m embarrassed to say this as a writer.
 
Most romance writers pretend like this isn’t true. . .
that they aren’t secretly sleeping with their heroes every night. . .
 
 
I confess!
 
I’m having sex with all of my heroes.
 
I’m humping the world!
 
I’m going after all the hot men in every country,
and so. . .
I’ll be writing tons of interracial romance!

 

 

About the Book

No Ordinary Love (1)Debt-ridden author Nyomi must complete her book on Tokyo’s underground sex industry in order to revive her stalled career. But first, she needs to get permission from Kenji, head of the Japanese mafia who controls the red light district under his father’s watchful eyes. With one meeting, Kenji traps Nyomi in his gaze and locks her into a deal—spend time with him during her three-week stay, and she will earn the access she needs in order to make her book a best seller.

But Kenji’s plans for Nyomi not only include allowing her a look around, but also a first-hand taste of the kinds of things that go on behind closed doors. And if Nyomi isn’t careful, she just might find herself falling for Kenji, a man with many demons and a passion so dark, it could change everything you think you know about love.

No Ordinary Love is a dark erotic romance from bestselling erotica author Kenya Wright.

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Writer. Lover. Foodie. Mother. Book Addict.
Masturbator. Comedian. Super Hero. Blogger.
Professional Adventurer.

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“The End of Power”, Mark Zuckerberg’s Choice

Kim Talks Books:

Claude Nougat’s excellent review of The End of Power has piqued my interest. I think this could be my new nonfiction book to read towards th Book Riot Read Harder Challenge.

Originally posted on Claude Forthomme - Nougat's Blog:

Why would the world’s most famous billionnaire, Mark Zuckerberg, pick Moises Naim’s erudite book, The End of Power, as his bedtime reading in January – and at the same time create a book club on Facebook that drew 250,000 members over just two weeks?The first answer is: wow! 250,000 in 2 weeks is surely a sign of power. Publishers (and authors) take note.

The second is a little more complex. As the UK Guardian commented, the ‘year in books’ kicked off with Mark Z.’s announcement that he would read one book every other week in 2015 and everyone rushed to buy the first book he chose to read, Naim’s latest opera magna.  The effect was instantaneous: the book flew to the top of best-selling non-fiction on Amazon – I checked today, it’s #1 in both “international and world politics” (hey, what’s the difference between these two terms?)…

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Blog Tour: Sins of the Father by Thelonius Legend

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10 Random Facts – Get to Know Thelonius Legend 

  1.  I’m the 2nd oldest of five kids.
  2.  I once held a meet record for the bench-press and dead-lift total. (If I tell you my totals I have to kill you.)
  3. I come from a working class family (OK we was po, not poor, but po!) and I was the first one to go to college.
  4. A girl once broke up with me because she said I read too much. (She tried to friend me on Facebook a few years back and she was, say it with me… DENIED!)
  5. I once sparred with ex-world champion William Joppy (have never had less fun in the boxing ring). Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still see the punches coming.
  6. Mild mannered IT consultant by day and did some work for a small organization called the IRS. One of my most famous or rather infamous applications while there was the Where’s My Refund link. (Don’t act like you don’t know what that is!)
  7. One of my pet peeves is reading terribly choreographed fight scenes. Fight scenes that make absolutely no sense logistically or stylistically. Drives me crazy.
  8. I can smoke ribs like no-ones business. No, I’m serious–I am really good at making ribs.
  9. When I was in college me and my buddies would have a big home cooked meal every Sunday and then each of us would take 100 pennies to the $1 movies show. The movie people hated but what can you do–it’s legal tender.
  10. The first book I remember reading and still love is the Purple Crayon.

Sins of the FatherAbout the Book

This was going to be a special year for the Parker sisters. Eve was going to dominate in the classroom and on the basketball court.

Gwen was going to make the starting five and go down in history as the greatest prankster ever. Ana was going to do as little as possible.

But without warning, all three sisters gain extraordinary abilities that defy science… powers that come with a cost. Now all they want to do is make it through the school year without drawing any undue attention, while racing to find a cure before the side effects of their new abilities kill them. Eve’s temperament, Gwen’s fondness for pranks, and Ana’s predilection for money, however, are challenges they must overcome to achieve their goals. Because if they can’t, they’re dead…

Book Links

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Book Depository: Pick up internationally!

 

TLAbout the Author

IT Professional by day, but by night I use my pen and pad as a canvas to explore questions of race, identity, privilege and class in a science fiction setting. Eclectic reader with a fondness for the classics and first generation Hip Hop snob. Don’t start none won’t be none! Philadelphia Eagles football fanatic and I also enjoy MMA from the safety of my couch. On the weekends you can find me wine drinking, rock climbing, fishing, or being an unpaid chauffeur to my daughters’ activities. Also I’m a snark purveyor and been making with the funny since it was called the ‘Dozens’. Get at me!

 

Connect with Thelonius Legend

Website: Official Blog

Facebook: Sins of The Father Page

Twitter: @TheLegendBooks

Goodreads: Author Profile

 

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Blog Tour: Love Undercover by Nana Prah

LoveUndercover_BannerLove Undercover by Nana Prah
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction (Sweet, Multicultural)
Publisher: Black Opal Books

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The last thing she expects is to fall in love with a prison guard…

Hotshot Secret Service Agent, Sarita Cerez is thrown into a medium security prison—for work. Her job is to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea. She never envisioned making friends with illegal immigrants or falling head over heels for one of the guards. Now the clandestine activity, which is integral to protecting her charge, may destroy her only chance at love.

He’s never fraternized with the inmates—until he met her…

Matthew Carter always plays by the rules, which includes maintaining a strictly professional relationship with the inmates in his charge. But when Sarita saunters onto the unit, all bets are off. Her status as a deportee with a permanent ticket to Columbia means they can never be together, but try as he might, this doesn’t stop him from risking his career for her.

He’s a man who values honesty above all else, and she lies for a living. Can two people from such different worlds find any common ground?

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As inappropriate as the situation had turned out to be, Sarita was his. At least until she returned to Columbia in what? A few days? A week? No matter when, she would go. “No wife or girlfriend to hang out with.”

Her chest deflated with her released breath. He wished he could have taken her air into himself. I’m screwed. “What about you? Are you married or have a boyfriend waiting to break you out of here at the first opportunity?”

Her eyes blazed into his. “Single as single can be.”

The admission sparked something deep within him. He had to touch her. Nothing else mattered except having his fingers glide over her flawless mocha skin. The all-encompassing urge pushed him to stand.

With a controlled effort he strode to the area across from the television and leaned against the wall.

On every unit, one spot existed where neither the cameras nor inmates could see. Management knew about it, but the cost of adding a third camera would be too expensive for the facility to contemplate so they left it. At least that’s the story Matt had been told.

He’d never used the spot, but as he waited for her to join him, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

He motioned her to him with a crook of his index finger. “Come here.”

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Love Undercover Playlist

I’m not one of those authors who listens to music while writing. I do enjoy putting a song or two into my novels. With Love Undercover I added a good one, at least in my opinion. The song was connected to the movie the inmates were watching during one of their recreational times out of the cell, “A Bronx Tale.”

If you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend it. The song I used was “I Only Have Eyes for You.” The romance in the movie was restricted, just like it was for Sarita and Matt.

Sarita wanted me to set in slow motion in her imagination as the music played on the television around the corner in the rec room. Here is the scene and music from the movie. I hope you enjoy it.

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Top 10 real life experiences in Love Undercover

One thing that many people don’t know is that Love Undercover is a romance based on an experience I had. Not the romance part, but the jail aspect. Without further delay I’d like to present 10 things that happen in Love Undercover that actually happened to me.

  1. My first cellmate was awesome. We would laugh all the freaking time. We had similar personalities and loved to have fun. She was a bisexual, but didn’t fancy me. I’m a heterosexual, but I was like why not? Still laughing about that.
  2. I butchered my eyebrows by attempting to shape them with thread. It was hilarious– even to me
  3. I was strip searched after having a visit. (It was not fun in the least.)
  4. There were some hot guards in that prison. But unfortunately I had no romantic liaisons with any of them (damn).
  5. Many of the detainees stories in the book are true. I’ve dramatized them just a tad.
  6. Most of what happened to one of the characters in the novel is what I went through, only I’ve never had a boob job (darn it).
  7. Sarita and I had the same second cellmate, only there was no fight in real life. The devil part is true, though–very scary.
  8. The library was awesome. No covert operations for me, even though it does happen in the system.
  9. We baked a cake. To this day I still find it weird, but it’s true.
  10. To the best of my knowledge there was no blind spot at the prison I was detained at. That came from my imagination so I could get some intimate scenes in there for Sarita and Matt.

So there you have it. If you have any questions on what else is true in Love Undercover once you read it, just contact me and I’ll let you know.

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AuthorBioAbout the author

Nana Prah is a multi-published author of contemporary, multicultural romance. Her books are sweet with a touch of spice. When she’s not writing she’s reading, indulging in chocolate, and enjoying life with friends and family.

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My Review

Nana Prah’s Love Undercover is a love story with a twist. She’s a Secret Service agent undercover in a women’s detention center for immigration deportees; he’s the prison guard there to keep things under control. Neither of them expects to be attracted to one another–especially with a love this forbidden.

It’s an interesting scenario–it’s not often that you get a chance to read a love story set in a prison and what makes Love Undercover so unique is how Prah weaves into her story the stories of Sarita’s cellmates. I’m usually not the sort of reader who is interested in prison stories, but Love Undercover handles the subject in a distinct way, without glorifying or oversentimentalizing the reasons why Sarita’s fellow prisoners are incarcerated. Kudos to Nana Prah for taking on such a loaded topic and venue.

I really liked how Prah developed Sarita and Matthew’s romance and how she handled the subplots–the reason Sarita was there (her undercover assignment), the relationship she forges with the other detainees… Though this is marketed as a sweet romance, there are a few sensual moments which add to Matt and Sarita’s love story and show their feelings for one another deepening.

An unexpected venue, forbidden love, a hot topic with illegal immigration and politics: another winner from Nana Prah! :)

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My first post of 2015 — why I love reading.

Screen Shot 2015-01-01 at 13.22.35Happy New Year, everyone! Hope you had a great New Year’s Eve and didn’t do anything you regret. ;) I decided I needed another challenge. Along with the Read Harder challenge, I will be joining the Feed Your Fiction Addiction and It Starts at Midnight team and the 2015 Discussion Challenge.
My aim is to post at least once a week (which I think would put me in the Gift of the Gab category), so let’s start right now.

I started thinking earlier today about why I love reading so much. Ever since I was a wee one, I’ve loved reading. It was (and remains) the perfect escape. Having a bad day? I can find a great spot to read and get lost in a good book or imagine myself in some exotic locale. Feeling like I need a little more romance in my life? Perfect, there’s always some good book for that and for a few hours I can get caught up in the hero and heroine’s love story and eventual HEA (or Happily Ever After).

But what started my love of reading? I could probably trace it back to when I was in kindergarten at Albert M. Greenfield Elementary School in downtown Philadelphia and my teacher, Mrs. Albert, gave me a copy of The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf. Somehow, I taught myself to read with that book. I’d sit for hours with it, not letting any of my classmates have a go at it, and get lost in Ferdinand’s story. Ferdinand and I were pretty similar–we were both day-dreamers and prone to thinking of other things when we should have been focusing on things like work or lessons. We both preferred our own company even though we liked hanging out with others–we’d probably be classified as extroverted introverts.

Once I learned to read, there was no stopping me. I read everything–the newspaper, text on packaging, road signs, you name it. And my curiosity about the world around me increased. I wanted to know more, see more. I read Madeline and suddenly I began pestering my parents about going to Paris. I read Curious George and I wanted a pet monkey. I read Black Beauty and fell in love with horses; every week I wrote letters to my grandparents begging them to help me get a horse that could live in my parents’ garage. (I had to settle for getting to ride a horse every now and then when I visited them during the summer).

Reading was my way of escaping dull days–especially since there weren’t many kids in my parents’ neighbourhood who were my age. Either everyone was my older sister’s age or my younger brother’s age, and my school friends lived in other neighbourhoods. And when I was older and noticed that all was not well in my parents’ relationship, reading let me escape into other people’s lives and I could imagine myself living in a castle in Scotland or on an adventure in the African savannahs.

Nowadays I write my own novels as well as read other writers’ novels. I love it when a writer pulls me into a complicated story or writes a passage that’s so simple yet still so descriptive that I can picture everything the narrator sees and experiences. And it’s this escape into the imagination that is one of the aspects of reading that I appreciate most. Sometimes we all need an escape–from reality, from life, from whatever–and reading gives us that without costing very much or requiring a passport or the hassle of an airport security check. It’s portable, it can be popped into our handbag and off we go. You can enjoy it fully-clothed or naked, with a glass of wine or a mug of tea, in the comfort of your own home or on the subway.

And the best thing is when you meet someone else who’s reading the same book as you and you can bond over the characters and plot. Ahh…now that’s a wonderful moment.

So tell me, what are you reading today? I’m nearly done reading Fix You by Carrie Elks, and I’m loving it so far. :)

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A girl’s gotta read… my 2015 TBR list…definitely a work in progress.

Happy New YearIn a few days, the clock will strike midnight and suddenly it’ll be a new year. 2015. Eek! Actually, I am not really afraid of the coming year. Since I gave up the practice of making resolutions, my life has been so much calmer.

The only thing I’ve decided I’ll do (besides write more) is take part in the 2015 Read Harder Challenge. I figure I need to be nudged out of my usual reading comfort zone every now and again.

Now, mind you, I usually forget about these challenges about a month into them, but I am going to see if this one sticks. I did tell myself a few years ago that I should read more non-fiction and since I’ve got an idea for a historical novel, I could always say it’s part of my research. ;)

So what’s this challenge? You have to read books that fit within certain boundaries. So here’s what I *think* I’ll be reading in 2015…

A book written by someone when they were under the age of 25 – (still working on this one…)

A book written by someone when they were over the age of 65 – God Help the Child by Toni Morrison (coming April 2015)

A collection of short stories - God’s Gym by John Edgar Wideman

A book published by an indie press Gravity by Raven St. Pierre

A book by or about someone that identifies as LGBTQGiovanni’s Room by James Baldwin

A book by a person whose gender is different from your own - The City of Mirrors by Justin Cronin (coming in October 2015)

A book that takes place in Asia - Salaam, Paris by Kavita Daswani

A book by an author from Africa - The Memory of Love by Aminatta Forna

A book that is by or about someone from an indigenous culture - Ceremony by Leslie Marmon Silko

A microhistory - A Nervous Splendor: Vienna 1888-89 by Frederic Morton (not sure if this is a microhistory but it sounds intriguing)

A YA novel – The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater

A sci-fi novelHalf Way Home by Hugh Howey

A romance novel - Fat Girl by Leigh Carron 

A National Book Award, Man Booker Prize or Pulitzer Prize winner from the last decade – Just Kids by Patti Smith

A book that is a retelling of a classic story – Entwined by Heather Dixon

An audiobookHome by Toni Morrison

A collection of poetry - North: Poems by Seamus Heaney

A book that someone else has recommended to you – ‘Til the Well Runs Dry by Lauren Francis-Sharma (recommended by Urenna Sanders–thanks!)

A book that was originally published in another language – The History of Danish Dreams by Peter Hoeg

A graphic novel, a graphic memoir or a collection of comics of any kind -The Hedge Knight by George R.R. Martin, Ben Avery & Mike S. Miller

A book that you would consider a guilty pleasure – Easy Virtue by Mia Asher

A book published before 1850 - Love by Stendhal

A book published this year Chasing Moments by Tia Kelly (coming in February 2015)

A self-improvement book - Revision & Self-Editing for Publication by James Scott Bell

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Coming Soon: Defined by Others by MCV Egan

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The Trailer for Defined by Others by MCV Egan

A Sneak Peek at Chapter One of Defined by Others

Chapter One

I sat in Pete’s office after the video ended, staring at the screen with her frozen image. The illness that eventually took her life left her looking gaunt and ravaged. When her coffin was lowered into the grave the day before I was left feeling as if with her body, her casket, her illness they were also burying that which makes life an adventure and with that much of my youth and perhaps some part of my future.
As I stared at her face my mouth felt dry, my hands had a slight tremor mimicking my lower lip, and not even in my thoughts could I quite find a word to define this moment, to describe my feelings. I burst out crying in loud, wracking sobs and I heard the door open. Through my heavy tears the contact lenses swam and moved in my eyes, making everything seem a blur. I felt the hand on my shoulder before he handed me the tissues.
“Can I get you something Anne? Anything? Water? Coffee?” he asked.
I blew my nose and composed myself as best I could.
“Water, ice cold water would be nice.”
“It’s a little early, but I can offer you something stronger if you’d prefer,” he said as he walked toward a bar in the back of his office.
“No, thanks. Water with ice will be fine.”
The musical clink of the ice cubes against the glass was the familiar tone made only by fine crystal. I recognized the Baccarat pattern; it was the same as the crystal in my parents’ home. He hesitated and cleared his throat before he spoke again.
“I know speaking ill of the dead is in very poor taste, but Amanda was not a nice person. I am bound, as her attorney, to follow her instructions to the letter. You can watch what is obviously a pretty nasty recording as many times as you wish, but when you are done I need to destroy it, in front of you. Then I am to hand you a box, and again you are to open it in absolute privacy, so preferably not in this office. Can I suggest I destroy it right here and now? I have pliers and I can smash the flash drive into nothing.”
“It really is not at all what you imagine. She was even nice and apologized in it. She could be an absolute bitch, but my tears and sadness are not for her.”
“Oh, I see. How’s your dad doing?”
“Better.”
“We were all surprised to see you at the funeral. I actually expected to fly down to Florida and hand all this to you there. She left a nice expense account for that. How long have you been in town?”
“Just a few days. Mom assumed they’d be flying up for Thanksgiving. They are so afraid Obama will get re-elected after the Romney tape that they wanted to vote in person.”
“He might win you know. Although you would not know it in this town by the Romney signs everywhere.”
“Signs can’t vote.”
“Spoken like a true Democrat.”
“Yeah, yet another choice where I absolutely failed my parents.”
“Don’t knock yourself, I do not think any of us live up to parental expectations.”
I drank the ice cold water and nodded my head at the screen. No words were needed as he closed the file and Amanda’s face disappeared from the screen.
He pulled out the flash drive and reached into a drawer. He crunched and cracked the flash drive so viciously that I knew he too had fallen prey to one or more of Amanda’s nasty games.
“I think it is pretty much done. If you are not sure, why don’t you shoot it?”
“That is not a bad idea.”
We started to laugh in unison. I did not recognize it at the time, later though it became clear that we bonded, laughing over the nasty remains of a common enemy. I gathered my things, including the package Amanda had bequeathed me, and Pete walked me to the car.
“It would only be a conflict of interest to offer help in anything regarding Amanda, so if you need any help with your parents’ home, don’t hesitate to call me. Do you still have the card I gave you yesterday at the funeral?”
“It is such a small town, Pete, even if I lose the card, now that everyone knows I’m here it will be hard to avoid me.”
I stopped at the grocery store on my way home since everyone in town knew I was there, there was no sense in driving into the city to get what I needed. I had already put a nice dent in Mom’s pantry and Dad’s bar. I had been there well over a week, trying to understand what I had missed, how I had not known about Frank. Then Amanda died and curiosity got the better of me. What did Alison say? Her voice echoed in my mind;
‘Enemies always attend each other’s funerals. I guess it is a way of knowing they won …’
Well, we weren’t always enemies, and sometimes it is the good and healthy memories that make someone attend a funeral. Amanda was the first of us to die. At forty-seven it seemed too young to bury a contemporary. Once she was diagnosed, it was only a matter of time. In fact, it was pretty amazing she lasted as long as she did, money it seems, can buy you time if nothing else. And in 2012, time can mean science and technology might just come up with some medication or medical treatment that changes everything.
Unfortunately, it had not worked for Amanda, but so far it had worked for my dad. This last stroke seemed to be the first time he had an untimely health issue, with no easy fix in sight.
Amanda fought hard for a good two years and then lost; the image of her greenish skin color and emaciated body made that perfectly clear. Her beautiful heart-shaped face was gaunt, and her eyes were sunken in the video. However, the voice was the strangest and most unrecognizable trait. Was it karma to go so slowly and with so much suffering? Our shopping carts collided, and I was startled by that as much as I was startled by the tone of her voice.
“Hi Anne.”
“Connie? I did not see you at Amanda’s funeral yesterday. I just thought you were not in town.”
“I don’t like funerals, so I sent flowers, I saw the comments and pictures everyone posted on Facebook.
Frankly I was surprised you were there.”
“Facebook? People posted pictures from the funeral? I have some friends in Florida who use it but I personally avoid social media; I did consider it as a tool to spy on my kids.”
“Most people in town use it in a very public way.”
She looked at me in the oddest way so I had to ask.
“Is something wrong?”
She sighed, loudly the way a parent or teacher does when exasperated that a kid cannot give the right answer or tell the truth.
“You really don’t know do you?”
Small town gossip and now combined with the use of cyberspace, I could only assume was not a great combination. I began to feel uneasy and wondered if it had anything to do with Frank. I decided to disregard the thought. I simply could not imagine that whatever Connie was referring to was of any serious consequence to me.
“You know Connie, my dad is really ill, I am just here getting the house in order for my folks and trying to figure out the best way to help get them settled in
Florida full-time.”
“I am really sorry about your dad Anne. We really need to talk; it’s about Frank and… well it’s about Frank. I can go over to your parents’ house tonight, I’ll bring a nice dinner.”
This time I could easily and clearly find the word, THE WORD that defined the moment; dumbfounded. In a small town gossip travelled like wildfire; at least in this small town it did, but mom had assured me no-one knew about Frank. I was not sure what to say, but Connie’s abrupt manner did not give me much of a chance.
“I…”
“Believe me, this is just as uncomfortable for me as it is for you, but we really need to talk. Simply put, it is about Frank and Mike.”
I learned at a very young age about the moments that define us in life and how sometimes they feel as concrete as a ton of bricks falling loudly and painfully on top of us. This was one of those moments; not at all like the subtle hidden moment when Pete and I laughed together. So my mother was wrong and if my Frank’s problem was involved with Connie’s Mike. Well, there it was and it made sense now the smartphones were clicking away at the funeral. It was my turn to sigh, this one was a sigh of defeat.
“At what time tonight?”
“Is seven okay? Like I said I’ll bring dinner.”
“You really think we’ll be hungry under the circumstances? I asked perhaps in a tone too sarcastic and maybe even with a touch of cruelty.
“Fine, I’ll bring wine she answered.”
“I nodded robotically, I started to pile food into the shopping cart, and as the salesclerk rang it up I noticed that I had chosen all of my husband’s, Frank’s favorite foods.

About the Author

Screen Shot 2014-12-23 at 07.20.23M.C.V. Egan is the pen name chosen by Maria Catalina Vergara Egan the author of The Bridge of Deaths in two versions as well as the soon to be released Defined by Others.
Catalina was born in Mexico City, Mexico in 1959, the sixth of eight children, in a traditional Catholic family. Communication in such a large family fueled her desire and need to find a voice and write.
She only spent her childhood in Mexico. Her father became an employee of The World Bank in Washington D.C. From the early 1970s at the age of 12 she moved with her entire family to the United States.

Catalina was already fluent in Southern English as she had spent one school year in the town of Pineville, Louisiana with her grandparents. There she won the English award; ironically being the only one who had English as a second language in her class. In the D.C. suburbs she attended various private Catholic schools and graduated from Winston Churchill High School in Potomac, Maryland in 1977.

She attended Montgomery Community College, where she changed majors every semester. She also studied in Lyons, France at the Catholic University for two years. In 1981, due to an impulsive young marriage to a Viking (The Swedish kind, not the football player kind) Catalina moved to Sweden where she resided for five years and taught at a language school for Swedish, Danish, and Finnish business people. She returned to the USA in the late 1980s where she has been living ever since. She is fluent in Spanish, English, French and Swedish.

Maria Catalina Vergara Egan is married and has one son, who together with their five pound Chihuahua make her feel like a fulltime mother. Although she would not call herself an Astrologer she has taken many classes and taught a few beginner classes in Astrology. This is one of her many past times when she is not writing or researching.

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New Release: Livvy – Book 4 in the Choisie Series by Lori L. Otto

ChoisieCompletedSeries-Page-CoverIf you love YA fiction and haven’t discovered Lori L. Otto’s Choisie series, now’s your chance. The series, which started with Contessa, is now complete with the December 9th release of Livvy! Find out why so many readers are head over heels for the Choisie series.

Teasers

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What Readers Are Saying

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Where to Purchase the Livvy and the Choisie series

Contessa (Choisie 1)

Kindle: http://bit.ly/ContessaJackson

iBooks: http://bit.ly/ContessaiBooks

Nook: http://bit.ly/ContessaNook

Paperback: http://bit.ly/CONpaperback

Olivia (Choisie 2)

Kindle: http://bit.ly/choisie2

iBooks: http://bit.ly/OliviaiBooks

Nook: http://bit.ly/OliviaNook

Paperback: http://bit.ly/OLIpaperback

Dear Jon (Choisie 3)

Kindle: http://bit.ly/DearJonKindle

iBooks: http://bit.ly/DearJoniBooks

Nook: http://bit.ly/DearJonNook

Paperback: http://bit.ly/DJpaperback

Livvy (Choisie 4)

Kindle: http://bit.ly/LivvyAmazon

iBooks: http://bit.ly/LivvyiBooks

Nook: http://bit.ly/LivvyNook

Paperback: http://bit.ly/LIVpaperback

And there’s even a giveaway!

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/6fa401115/

 

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Chapter Four of Only You for Christmas Is now Available!

Kim Talks Books:

Just found out that I can read Candace Shaw’s holiday serial novella, Only You for Christmas, on Harlequin’s website. I love a good holiday love story, so I know what I’ll be reading tonight! :D

Originally posted on Candace Shaw:

Only You for Christmas coverGood morning, romance readers! So apparently I’m up every Sunday night at midnight waiting for the next chapter of Only You for Christmas. I slept majority of the day trying to recuperate from Thanksgiving so now I’m wide awake! My parents came to visit for the past five days and left this morning. We had a lovely time, and now it’s back to work for the next few weeks until Christmas vacation.

I’m excited about chapter four of Only You for Christmas. Devin takes things up another notch! Of course, I love and appreciate all of your comments thus far on Harlequin’s website, my blog, Facebook and email. So please keep them coming. It will help me decide whether or not to do this type of short story again where one chapter a week is released.

Have a great week and click the cover for the next chapter…

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Blog Tour: Pig Park by Claudia Martinez

dbt presents pig park

 

18528311Pig Park
Claudia Guadalupe Martinez

ISBN: 978-1935955764
Publisher: Cinco Punto Press
Pages: 256
Genre: YA Contemporary

Plot Summary:
It’s crazy! Fifteen-year-old Masi Burciaga hauls bricks to help build a giant pyramid in her neighborhood park. Her neighborhood is becoming more of a ghost town each day since the lard company moved away. Even her school closed down. Her family’s bakery and the other surviving businesses may soon follow. As a last resort, the neighborhood grown-ups enlist all the remaining able-bodied boys and girls into this scheme in hopes of luring visitors. Maybe their neighbors will come back too. But something’s not right about the entrepreneur behind it all. And then there’s the new boy who came to help. The one with the softest of lips. Pig Park is a contemporary Faustian tale that forces us to look at the desperate lengths people will go to in the name of community–and maybe love.

Book Links
Amazon: Purchase Link
Barnes & Noble: Purchase Link
Goodreads: Connect on Goodreads!
Book Depository: Pick up internationally!

10 Random Thing about Pig Park

1.   I first set out to write a play about a mom and pop bakery fighting for survival, needless to say it went a different direction.

2.  The protagonist’s name was Tomasina until–much like an old fashioned skirt–I shortened it.

3.  Pig Park’s working title was MasaAmerica–a play on the Spanish word for dough (masa) and Meso-America.

4.  I imagined the delicious marranitos (ginger pigs) from Bowie Bakery in my hometown of El Paso every time I sat and wrote about the marranitos at Burciaga’s.

5.  The marranito on the book’s cover is not from Bowie Bakery, rather from Gussie’s across town.

6.   Skinny pigs, sugar-free ginger pigs, are a made up delicacy.

7.   There was no pyramid in the initial draft of the novel.

8.   The pyramid was inspired by a man who walked into the community organization I worked at looking for sponsors to build exactly that.

9.   The real life pyramid was going to be a wood frame topped by thousands of candles.

10. Although I might not want to admit this, I’m most like the mom character in the novel. Yep, I’m a totally a mom.

Author Information 

Claudia GM Author Photo (2)Biography

Claudia is the author of The Smell of Old Lady Perfume (Cinco Puntos, 2008) and Pig Park (Cinco Puntos, 2014). She grew up in sunny El Paso, Texas where she learned that letters form words from reading the subtitles of old westerns with her father. She now lives and writes in Chicago.

Author Links
Website: http://www.claudiaguadalupemartinez.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudia-Guadalupe-Martinez/107095645999600
Twitter: https://twitter.com/maquilagorilla
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1010472.Claudia_Guadalupe_Martinez

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