Foster an Author 3 – Day 2: Teasers from KA Duggsy and Lexi C. Foss

It’s Day #2 of Foster an Author 3 and starting today we’re going to get a taste of books by KA Duggsy and Lexi C. Foss.

Screen Shot 2017-10-16 at 16.35.27Coming soon from K.A. Duggsy: Can’t Fix Crazy

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Synopsis for Can’t Fix Crazy

You know those people? You do. We all know someone like it. Those people that aren’t happy unless there is drama in their lives. Unless everyone’s attention and focus is completely and undividedly on them. The ones you roll your eyes at because they’re so obvious, so annoyingly transparent and clearly lacking some desperately needed honesty in their lives.

Yep. Those people.

But, what happens when the unreality becomes startlingly real?
What happens when you realise that you are one of them?
Compulsive liar. Check
Sympathy whore. Check
Drowning in disillusion. Double check.
I say I’m dying. They say I’m lying.
Like the little boy that cried wolf, I’m no longer believed.
But just like the lessons learned from that story – they’re about to receive an education.
A wake up call, if you like.
There’s no reasoning with crazy and they’re about to learn that the hard way.

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The Prince’s Game: a Mershano Empire Novel by Lexi C. Foss

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The Prince’s Game Summary:

My identical twin sister thought it would be funny to audition for a dating show under my name. I’m not laughing. But Evan’s unexpected proposition is one I just might accept, and enjoy…

 

Sample the first & second chapters here.: http://lexicfoss.com/index.php/the-princes-game-excerpt/

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Excerpt from The Prince’s Game

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He rolled onto his side, keeping that arm tucked under his head while the other fell over his flat abdomen. “What if I want something in return?”

“Such as?”

He brushed his knuckles over my cheek and down my neck, pausing at my collarbone. “Kissing with a little light petting might encourage me to get you that phone charger sooner rather than later.”

I scooted closer, craving his intimate touch. “Upgrade light to heavy and you have yourself a deal, Mister Mershano.”

“I like the way you negotiate, Miss Summers.” His hand wrapped around my neck, and his thumb caressed the tender skin behind my ear.

“Feel free to proposition me anytime,” I whispered, his lips an inch from mine.

“Deal.”

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Book Blitz: Two Hearts, One Soul Duet by London Saint James

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Two Hearts, One Soul Duet
by London Saint James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Reading Order:
Part 1 ~ Always
Part 2 ~ Forever & Always

ALWAYS ~ BLURB

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International bestselling author London Saint James’ first installment from Two Hearts, One Soul Duet is the epic tale of abiding love, heart-wrenching loss, and an astonishing bond that will find a way to endure.

Winter Perri never truly understood love until she met Austin Carlyle—the man who would rock her world to its foundations and give her something to believe in. But the night before they were to be married, the fairytale shattered.

Thirteen years later Winter is pulled out of her seclusion only to have a painful past confront her, and when it does, she’s left questioning reality, because the impossible is looking back at her with the face of a destroying angel, and piercing eyes in too familiar shades of blue.

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EXCERPT 

Ms. Cynthia Fines and Mr. Scott Linton Perri

request the honor of your presence at the marriage of

their daughter

Winter Shae Perri

to

Austin Wells Carlyle

son of

Dr. Wells Bennett Carlyle and Dr. Judith Carroll Carlyle

Saturday, the 20th of December at eleven in the morning

Saint Thomas Church

Fifth Avenue, New York

The invitations read in elegant, black script.

I’d graduated from college and just turned twenty-two. Austin was twenty-three. And yes, in just a few weeks, we were having a wedding.

Sitting on the third finger of my left hand stood a three-carat ring with three square-cut diamonds encased by emeralds, with more diamonds embedded in the band. It was more money than should have been spent, but Austin said it was a diamond for every year we had been together and the emeralds matched the color of my eyes.

Who could argue with that?

The night Austin proposed to me was not only a surprise but one of the best nights of my life. He’d taken me to the East Village Theater—something not out of the ordinary—we’d been there many times before. In fact, it was the place he took me on our third date.

What was out of the ordinary? The place was vacant.

Walking in the dim light down the long aisle, passing row after row of empty seats, I glanced up at Austin. “There’s no one here.”

He smiled down at me. “I know.”

“What’s going on?”

As though I’d asked the magic question, one beam of streaming light hit a gold-encrusted table up on the darkened stage and glittered.

I focused on the table. It was part of a stage set I’d seen once, sitting in Juliet’s bedroom when Romeo entered in through her window.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re the lead in a new Romeo and Juliet play?”

Austin chuckled but didn’t answer as he led me up on the stage and over to the table.

On top sat a single pink rose with a dazzling ring shimmering in the light that had been tied to the long green stem with a red silk ribbon.

My hand went to my mouth.

I was speechless and more than likely wide-eyed when Austin picked up the rose, untied the ribbon, took the ring into his hand, bent down upon one knee, then handed me the flower.

With shaking hands I took it.

He quoted a scene from Romeo and Juliet, only he’d said my name not Juliet’s as the sun.

Taking my left hand in his, Austin looked up at me from beneath his long, black lashes with eyes the color of sapphires. “Winter. I’m in love with you. I cannot imagine one day without you in my life, so I was hoping you would do me the honor of becoming my wife. Will you marry me?”

Reacting to the moment, my eyes began to overflow with tears. They streamed down my cheeks, dripped off my chin, and hit my hand in his in a sprinkle of abundant joy.

“Yes,” I said.

Austin placed the ring on my finger and kissed it. “I love you.”

He returned to his feet, his face beaming as I sniffled out, “I-I love you, too.”

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FOREVER & ALWAYS ~ BLURB

Forever & Always CoverFrom international bestselling author London Saint James comes the final installment of Two Hearts, One Soul, a breathtaking story of two people who have always been connected, forever tied together by fate, by destiny, by unbreakable love.

With the media hell-bent on exposing Winter’s once private life, Cayden will do anything to protect her. But there’s more than just the voracious paparazzi conspiring against them.

Involved in an unprecedented web of strange events, and wound in a string of lies about to break with devastating consequences, Winter must battle ghosts from her past that threaten to harm the man she loves.

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A breeze blew into the bedroom from the open balcony doors—crisp and clean. The details of winter lingered with just a hint of spring to come, giving the warm room a punch of coolness as early morning sun slanted across the foot of the bed, highlighting the sheets in disarray.

My gaze shifted over to Cayden, sitting at the writing desk, phone in hand, speaking to someone about his upcoming film shoot. When his current film was done, he would be heading to Vancouver.

Would I be going? I didn’t know.

Leaning my hip against the doorjamb of the bathroom, I watched him, how his body moved—the muscles that flexed in his arm when he picked up a script from the desk. He was quietly confident, his movements fluid. No doubt, Cayden was something to watch even in such mundane things.

So very much like Austin.

Walking quietly out of the bathroom, I went to him, not wishing to disturb him, but desperately wanting to touch the man of my dreams. In many ways, he still seemed unreal to me, as if he were an optical phenomenon that could liquefy into hazy lines of heat and disappear.

With the phone to his ear, Cayden turned and looked at me, his sapphire gaze roaming from the hair piled in a messy bun atop my head, to my bubble-gum-pink-painted toenails before he smiled.

My heart thrummed.

Reaching out, he pulled me onto his lap where I willingly went, and picked up a pen from beside my laptop. Then, he crooked his head, holding the handset to the cordless in place against his shoulder to free his other hand and took a hold of mine.

Curious, I wondered what he was up to.

Cayden turned my hand over, palm side up. Swiped his fingers softly over my palm once. Wrote, I Love U, boldly across it. And then he curled my fingers closed, securing the words tight within the palm of my hand before he moved his hands from mine and took hold of the handset again.

My heart, not to mention my body, felt as if it would explode from the joy those three little words inspired. But the fact he wrote them, tattooed them onto my skin, was simply the sweetest thing he could have done.

“Go ahead and e-mail it. I’ll take a look,” he said to the person on the other end of the phone.

There was a pause. A buzzing followed by another pause.

“Sure. Not a problem,” Cayden replied, motioning for me to get up.

When I did, he adjusted the hard, straight-backed desk chair as well himself, and patted his lap.

Wearing nothing but a towel, I straddled him, chest to chest, and placed my arms around his strong shoulders. “Good?” I mouthed.

He winked his approval.

I played with the ends of his hair, feeling the impressive bulge beneath his designer sweatpants jerk against my bare core.

Blood raced through my veins with a start.

“Yes,” Cayden said into the phone. “I’m planning on it, but we can talk about that later.”

There was another pause, more humming sounds, then one of his hands went to my backside and squeezed. “Okay, thanks,” Cayden said.

He hadn’t been talking to me, but to whoever was on the phone.

“I will. Enjoy your breakfast.” He punched the end button and placed the handset into the receiver on the desk.

“I didn’t mean to disturb your call. I realize it was business,” I said.

“You can ‘disturb’ me anytime, baby.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, international bestselling author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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Newsflash: Tillie Cole’s Veil of Vines is Moving to Kindle Unlimited

 

 

A Veil of Vines is moving to Kindle Unlimited!

 

 

 

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To most people, princes, princesses, counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales. Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.
For some, they are real life.
On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to marry well. And now the marriage date is set.
I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home, the abolition means nothing at all.
The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.
In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything and more.
And I am soon to become one of them.
I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…
… or at least I was, until I met Achille.
And everything changed.

 

I opened the window beside me and stared at the illuminated entrance. I swallowed hard and placed my empty glass on the bar. Metal groaned, breaking through the twilight, as the massive black wrought-iron gates began to open. The limo slowly pulled onto the property’s lane, and I drank in the thick forest that shielded the estate. I inhaled the freshness of the lush green trees. The unpolluted sky was thick with stars—not a single cloud in sight.
A few minutes later, the thick woods cleared, and I gasped. Acres and acres of gold and green vineyards covered the landscape. The scents of plump grapes and damp soil permeated the warm air. I closed my eyes. It reminded me of being a child. It brought me back to the days before I was taken to New York. I could still feel the heat of the Emilia-Romagna sun on my face, the deep smell of olives, grapes and flowers drifting in the breeze as I ran around our Parma estate.
I smiled a nostalgic smile and allowed my eyes to drift open again. I rested my arms on the window and leaned my chin on them as the limo drove on. There were several small villas peppered over the landscape, their lights twinkling in the distance. They must have been the winemakers’ residences. It was not only the Bella Collina merlot that was made on this land; other reds were too—particularly the Chianti from the region’s finest Sangiovese grapes. The Bella Collina olive oil was also up there with the best. But nothing compared to the famed merlot.
The limo turned right, and my breath caught in my throat. I lifted my head and stared disbelievingly at the property ahead. Bella Collina was a veritable Palace of Versailles tucked away in the Umbrian wilderness.
Mio Dio,” I whispered as I took in the imposing stone structure, the sweeping steps and the vast number of windows set in the building’s walls. Large pillars of red-veined marble flanked the entrance. Cypress trees framed the estate as if it were the shining star of a fine Renaissance painting. Sculptures of famed Savona monarchs of old stood proudly on the manicured lawns, and strategically placed lighting illuminated the sheer perfection of every piece of topiary.
As a child, I had been to the Palazzo Savona in Florence. It was widely regarded to be one of the finest estates in all of Italy, if not western Europe. But this . . . this . . . there were no words. It was perfectly placed, as if it had always been there. As if it had grown naturally from the Umbrian earth just as sure as the vines and woods that kept this architectural treasure hidden from view.
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.

After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.

Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.

Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.

When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.