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Bruce Kasanoff: self-promotion for the Indie author made easy

Bruce Kasanoff

Bruce Kasanoff, author of How To Self-Promote Without Being A Jerk, did an awesome interview on self-promotion for We Eat Books.

Let’s face it authors, self-promotion is what will keep us alive in this Hunger Games-like publishing industry.

Having a strong business background, Kasanoff knows how to build relationships and grow businesses. In this interview, he held nothing back and shared the key to his success.

One of my favorite quotes of his gave some insight on how authors can market better on Twitter, a must use for most authors. He said, “I’ve learned they are highly invested in their work and often have trouble reducing it to something of interest to others that fits in a tweet.”

Can I raise a hand and say, that’s me?

If you want to learn how to market yourself well and build relationships in this technologically-advanced, quickly changing world, then check out Bruce Kasanoff’s interview, and buy his book.

How to Self-Promote Without Being A Jerk
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Dar’Kind Promises, a fantasy erotica

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Darkind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.

Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they’re unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost.

Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.

Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Meanwhile, Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

 

Author Bio:

Eden Glenn lives in the mountains of Chattanooga, Tennessee with a cat and a loveable nuisance dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. She is a member of RWA (Romance Writers of America) and FCRW (First Coast Romance Writers).

 

Prepare to leave your safe world behind.

http://www.edenglenn.com my social networking links are here on my website for FB, Twitter, Amazon and more. Check out my book trailers, blog and news.

3 stars: Never Say Never by Kailin Gow

A lot of hot guys, and only one girl. See the problem?

Never say Never tells the story of Never, one lucky young lady who is the only chick in a rock band. She has established a code that has kept the band together: do not date a guy in the band. Then her sexy college TA, Danny Blue, decides to join the band. Knowing Danny wants to use his mouth for much more than just singing, Never is left hot and wanting. She has to make a choice, stay true for the band’s sake or miss the passion of a life time.

Because Gow’s writing was simple and not bogged with unnecessary description, this was a very quick, and dirty read. One I found myself not able to put down very much.

I liked all the characters because Gow did a very good job making all of them distinguishable. Even though the dialogue was so melodramatic at times, I believed these people were in college. A lot of writers I have read lately seem to forget the difference in mindset between someone attending high school and college. Having the ability to do things on your own without a parent’s watchful eye makes a huge difference in how one perceives things. Our mistakes suddenly become our burdens. All the characters reacted accordingly.

I thought it was a little weird for all of Never’s boy band dudes to be gorgeous, in love with her, and she be totally not interested at all. Not even a minor crush. But soon as Danny walks in the room, she’s hot with fever and ready to go against the code.  Although Danny seemed interesting enough, he would not have made my list of top ten to date. He had to grow on me, but I’m team Kyle. And why not? He’s gorgeous, in love with Never, has known her forever, he can make connections with her mentally Danny can only hope to do because he barely knows her.

Truth be told there are questions I still had by the end of the book. The abrupt ending left me thinking, “Well that was mean. Where’s the rest?” It could have been done smoother. It did not feel like a close, even though I knew another book was going to be written.

At the end of the day, I really enjoyed the book. College students and young adult readers will enjoy this story most.  Get it Miss. Gow, you’re on your way to defining a generation.

Kailin Gow is the bestselling author of over 80 books. She has traveled all over the world, conducting research, and collecting stories. Some of the more interesting places she’s been to are: Dracula’s Castle in Transylvania where she was presented with a sketch of Dracula, The Stanley Hotel in Colorado where she saw something quite odd, the lost city of Pompeii where both her cameras were drained of battery, St. Petersburg where she held an hour-long conversation with a Russian soldier who didn’t speak English and she didn’t speak Russian, and the orphanages of Thailand where she distributed toys, books, and hugs to hundreds of disabled orphans.

As a teenager, she was a voracious reader, who always had one or two books with her at all times. She was on her newspaper staff, participated in drama productions, was on the yearbook staff, played sports, competed in kung fu, played violin, and yes, was even on the pep squad at one point.

Her books include the bestselling Gifted Girls Series, The Frost Series, The Phantom Diaries Series, The Stoker Sisters Series, PULSE Vampire Series, Queen B Superheroine, The Wordwick Games Series, The Alchemists Academy, Harold the Kung Fu Kid, and Shy Girls Social Club. Her books have been recommended by PBS Kids, the PTA, US Mental Health Association, homeschooling organizations, and mother-daughter book clubs.

She is also a filmmaker and radio host.  Her short short of The Stoker Sisters recently screened at the prestigious 14th Annual LA Shorts Film Festival, officially accredited by the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences.  She has written for and produced television series with Emmy-award-winning producers and directors.  As a radio host, she was recognized and featured by The Los Angeles Times as a young Asian American Journalist.

She holds a Master’s Degree Communications Management from USC’s Annenberg School of Communication, and Bachelors Degrees in Drama and Social Ecology from UC Irvine. Kailin loves reading, writing, watching old and new movies, filming, playing video games, playing board games, traveling, and location scouting for settings in her books and films.  In her past life, she was a news journalist, talk show host, tour director, and corporate executive.  She is a mother, a mentor for young women, and the founder of the social group for teen and young adult girls called Shy Girls Social Club at http://www.shygirlssocialclub.com where girls can develop positive friendships and skills in the creative field.  Members of Shy Girls Social Club can get a chance to win prizes, scholarships, and internships.

She is an authority on women, youth issues, self-esteem, and leadership and has appeared on over 100 radio shows, television, and top U.S. network affiliates.

You can find her here:

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/KailinGowBooks

Twitter:  http://twitter.com/kailingow

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YA Books from Kailin Gow

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Soul Sisters by Janiera Eldridge

Soul Sisters is an urban fantasy novel about African-American twin sisters Ani and Dana who have a rather unique secret: one sister is human while the other is a vampire. While the sisters have lived peacefully with each other for many years one fateful night will change both their lives forever. When a drunken man tries to attack Dana (the human sister) Ani (the vampire sister) protects her sister with all of her ferocious power.

However, when the vampire’s leader Donovan finds out about the public display he calls for the sisters to be assassinated for disobedience. Ani and Dana now are in for the fight of their lives to protect each other as well as the lives of their dedicated friends who have joined them on their mission for survival. If Dana and Ani can make it through this time of uncertainty, Ani can take her new place as vampire queen. Soul Sisters is expected to be a trilogy; The book also features a multicultural cast of characters that brings a new edge of chic to the vampire world.

Urban Fantasy
Published by Mystic Press
Release Date: August 18th, 2012

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(You can also read an excerpt of the book on Amazon)

About the Author

Janiera enjoys feeding her book addiction when she not writing. She is also a book blogger at Beauty and Books where she mixes being a book nerd with keeping things chic. When not reading or writing she is freelance writing in the entertainment industry. Soul Sisters is her debut novel.

 

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The Rebel Princess by Anne M. Strick

Title: The Rebel Princess

Author: Anne M. Strick

Genre: Adult Romance

An insider’s first-ever behind-the-scenes scoop on how movies are REALLY made: gritty, grinding, tunnel-vision labor, back-stage intrigue, explosive dramas, parties, and relationships that last a night or a lifetime.
Larger-than-life characters who live life with fervor, while contending with their own inner demons and one another, all in the pressure cooker of a location shoot in the exotic world of Mexico. This romp of a story follows the making of a movie from pre-production through wrap.  A hotly passionate love story and a murder elevate the stakes.

Author Bio

 

Anne M.Strick has spent over twenty years in the movie industry. She has worked for Universal, Warners, Paramount and EMI, as a Unit Publicist, Project Coordinator and National Publicity Director,  and  with such Hollywood legends as Jack Nicholson, James Earl Jones, Sean Penn, Arnold Schwarzenegger, David Lynch, Sting and Dino De Laurentiis, among many others.  She has published theater reviews, articles in Parents Magazine , Frontier and The Nation, and six books: two novels, two self-help books, one memoir (a best-seller in Italy); and a non-fiction, scholarly critique of our adversary trial system. (”remarkable”) . Born in Philadelphia, and educated at Bennington College and UCLA, she lives in Los Angeles.

Book Excerpts

WARNING. The second excerpt is NOT appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.

Excerpt #1

Last night she’d had the dream again.  The dream she hated and loved.  She smelled the sea brine and the sharp pines that rose beyond the dunes, saw the tide-pool anemones open and close about their viscous centers.  She felt the heat move from her soles up through her calves to her thighs and pelvis and the small of her back from the sun baked sand; felt the melting begin.  Her nipples tightened.  She heard the waves slide and suck, in and out, insinuating, hypnotic.  And as shockingly as always the green-eyed, gypsy-faced stranger burst – jogging, grinning with knowing primal energy – through the tall grass at the top of the rise.  And as always, that energy struck her like a blow: sudden, deep, forever.  Jason.  Jason Archer.

Davena, waking slowly in the huge four poster, ran her hand through her curtain of sun-tipped chestnut hair in irritation.  Merde.  It was the Dom Perignon.  Whenever she’d drunk too much, as she had the evening before, she had the damn dream.  And awoke in heat – for a man from whom she’d been divorced six years.   And despite having been thoroughly laid by Bram last night. Humiliating.   She  rolled over and buried her head beneath the pillow, hiding from the familiar soul-pain, denying it – – and then with a shake of her disheveled mane sat abruptly up.   The clock next to her bed read six am – the alarm, set for five-thirty, had somehow failed.  Or, webbed in her dream, she’d slept through it.

Excerpt #2 – NOT APPROPRIATE FOR MINORS

She may have made the first move then. He may have. They came together with a heat she had never known. Beneath the white satin robe whose belt he untied, she stood naked; glorious. The coral tips of her full breasts were heard. He caught his breath. For a moment his eyes luxuriated in her ripeness; and then he lowered her to the thick carpet. She was ravenous for his lips, his tongue, his hands everywhere: her mouth, her breasts, her navel, the mound that was already so wet and swollen. She wanted him inside. But still – his teeth on her nipples, his fingers probing her wetness, rolling her clitoris, – he made her wait. Made her wait until, writhing, almost out of her mind, all shame gone, all fear gone, she could only beg, “Please. Now, please.” He straddled and entered her and she gasped. Something irrevocable had happened. In her most private, secret places, in her center, she was open to this man as never to anyone before. She moaned, and in mutual frenzy they moved to driving, trusting, flooding climax.

The second time was slower. Now they had all the time in the world. He ran his tongue from beneath her ear to the hollow in her throat, played with it between her breasts and beneath them. With his tongue he circled her nipples and teased down to her navel, probing in till she shuddered, tonguing down further over her flat stomach to the rich chestnut hair. With his tongue he circled and teased and probed her still-swollen lips below, sucked them, thrust his tongue into the opening still running with their juices – and brought that tongue into her mouth so that she, too, could taste the two of them mingled.

Excerpt #3

The moment – finally – was here. “Alright gang,” Bill said. The quaver of excitement was in his voice, his body strained. “We’re gonna roll. Now give me everything!” For a second he paused and then he called out to the set, “Okay! Let’s roll!”

“Quiet on the set,” bellow Miguel. “Quiet! We’re rolling!” And then in Spanish, because well over two thirds of his crew was Mexican, “Rodando! Estamos rodando!”

The soft buzz dwindled abruptly to silence.

“Rolling! Rodando!”

The hush was absolute. On the entire seat, not a breath was audible. Not a floorboard creaked.

The scene was played. Impeccably. For ninety seconds, the only sounds were those of Lisa’s voice and Skye’s; a low murmur in the vast space of the Stage.

And then Bill called “Cut! Cut and print!” and a collective, wordless sigh was emitted.

Links

Website: http://www.annemstrick.com/

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Rebel-Princess-ebook/dp/B004SOYN52/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1315764695&sr=8-3

Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/80692

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New Release: Denise Turney’s Love Pour Over Me

Denise Turney:

Denise Turney is a professional writer who brings more than thirty-two years of book, newspaper, magazine, radio and business writing to a project. She is the author of the books Portia, Love Has Many Faces, Spiral, Rosetta’s Great Adventure, Long Walk Up and Love Pour Over Me. Denise Turney is an internationally celebrated author who is listed in various entertainment and business directories, including industry leaders such as Who’s Who, 100 Most Admired African American Women and Crosswalk. Denise Turney’s works have appeared in Parade, Essence, Ebony, Madame Noire, The Pittsburgh Quarterly and Obsidian II.

Title: Love Pour Over Me

Publisher: Chistell Publishing

Release date: March 2012

Website: http://www.chistell.com

Purchase Link: http://www.chistell.com/order.php

Link to Tour on Main Site –  http://www.virtualbooktourcafe.com/3/post/2012/05/love-pour-over-me-by-denise-turney.html

A father and son’s estranged relationship threatens to destroy the son’s only chance at real love. But is a painful childhood enough to choke a young man’s promising future? Love will find and heal the most broken hearted, disappointed, abused and ashamed. Love has come. There is no turning back.

Excerpts :

EXCERPT ONE

 

Chapter One

It was Friday afternoon, June 15, 1984.  Raymond Clarke lay across his bed.  An empty bowl of popcorn was on the floor.  Snacking did little to ease his excitement.  In less than three hours his year round efforts to prove himself deserving of unwavering acclaim would be validated in front of hundreds of his classmates.  Tonight was his high school graduation, the day he had dreamed about for weeks.  He knew his grades were high enough to earn him academic honors.  Even more than his grades were his athletic achievements.  He hadn’t been beaten in a track race in three years; he won the state half mile and mile runs for the last six years, since he was in middle school.  People would cheer wildly for him tonight.

The television was turned up loud. “Carl Lewis threatens to break Bob Beamon’s historic long jump record at the Olympic Trials in Los Angeles this weekend,” an ESPN sportscaster announced.  “Beamon’s record has stood for sixteen years.  Lewis . . . “

Raymond got so caught up in the mention of the upcoming Olympic Games that he didn’t hear the front door open.

“Ray,” his father Malcolm shouted as soon as he entered the house.

“What?”  Raymond leaped off his bed and hurried into the living room.  “Dad?”

“What?  Boy, if you don’t get your junk–”

Raymond watched his father wave his hand over the sofa, the place where he’d thrown his sports bag as soon as he got home from graduation practice at school.

“Get this sports crap up,” Malcolm growled.

Silence filled the house.

Raymond grabbed his sports bag, carried it into his bedroom and tossed it across his bed.

His father exited the living room and entered the kitchen.  Like a dark shadow, frustrations from spending ten hours working at a drab automobile plant where he drilled leather seats into one Ford Mustang after another while his line supervisor stood at his shoulder and barked, “Focus, Malcolm.  Get your production up,” followed him there.  It was in the furrow of his brow and in the pinch of his lip.  “Ray.”

Raymond cursed beneath his breath before he left his bedroom and hurried into the living room.  Seconds later he stood in the kitchen’s open doorway.

He watched his father toss an envelope on the table.  “Letter from Baker came in the mail.  Something about you getting some awards when—“  He reached to the center of the kitchen table for a bottle of Steel Fervor.  He’d stopped hiding the alcohol when Raymond turned five.  The alcohol looked like liquid gold.  Felt that way to Malcolm too.  “you graduate tonight.”

Malcolm took a long swig of the whiskey and squinted against the burn.  He tried to laugh but only coughed up spleen.  “You’re probably the only kid in the whole school who got a letter like this.  Everybody up at Baker knows nobody cares about you.  Letter said they thought I’d want to let all your relatives know you’re getting some awards so they’d come out and support you.”

Again Malcolm worked at laughter, but instead coughed a dry, scratchy cough that went long and raw through his throat.  “We both know ain’t nobody going to be there but me and your sorry ass.  Don’t mean nothing anyhow.  They’re just giving these diplomas and awards away now days.”  On his way out of the kitchen, bottle in hand, he shoved the letter against Raymond’s chest.

Raymond listened to his father’s footsteps go heavy up the back stairs while he stood alone in the kitchen.  When the footsteps became a whisper, he looked down at the letter.  It was printed on good stationery, the kind Baker High School only used for special occasions.  Didn’t matter though.  Raymond took the letter and ripped it once, twice, three times — over and over again — until it was only shreds of paper, then he walked to the tall kitchen wastebasket next to the gas stove and dropped the bits inside.

“Ray.”

He froze.  From the sound of his father’s voice, he knew he was at the top of the stairs.

“Give me that letter, so I’ll remember to go to your graduation tonight.”

Raymond twisted his mouth at the foulness of the request, the absolute absurdity of it.  He didn’t answer.  Instead he turned and walked back inside his bedroom.  He grabbed his house keys and headed outside.  At the edge of the walkway, he heard his father shout, “Ray.”

Raymond didn’t turn around.  He walked down the tree lined sidewalk the way he’d learned to walk since Kindergarten – with his head down.  He stepped over raised cracks in the worn sidewalk, turned away from boarded windows of two empty dilapidated buildings and told himself the neighborhood was just like his father – old, useless, unforgiving and hard.

A second floor window back at the house went up.  Malcolm stuck his head all the way out the window.  “Get your ass back here,” he hollered down the street.

Raymond sprang to his toes and started to run.  His muscular arms and legs went back and forth through the cooling air like propellers, like they were devices he used to try to take off, leave the places in his life he wished had never been.  It was what he was good at.  All his running had earned him high honors in track and field.  He was Ohio’s top miler.  He’d made Sports Illustrated four times since middle school.

“Ray.”

“Yo, man, you better go back,” Joey chuckled as Raymond slowed to a stop.  Joey, a troubled eighteen-year-old neighbor who dropped out of school in the tenth grade, leaned across a Pontiac Sunbird waxing its hood.  “If you don’t, your old man’s gonna beat your ass good.”

“Aw, Ray’s cool,” Stanley, an equally troubled twenty-one-year-old who pissed on school and failed to get a diploma, a man who couldn’t read beyond the third grade level, said.  He stood next to Joey.  His hands were shoved to the bottoms of his pants pockets.  “And we know the Brother can run.  Damn.  We all can run,” Stanley laughed.

“Ray, remember the night we ran away from that Texaco station, our wallets all fat?” Joey laughed.  He talked so loudly, Raymond worried he’d be overheard.

“Thought we agreed to let that go,” Raymond said.  He looked hard at Joey then he looked hard at Stanley and the nine-month old deal was resealed, another secret for Raymond to keep.

One glance back at his father’s house and Raymond started running again.  He ran passed Gruder’s an old upholstery company and Truder Albright, a small, worn convenience store, all the way to the Trotwood Recreation Center six miles farther into the city.

EXCERPT TWO

It was eight o’clock.  Raymond told himself not to but he turned partway and glanced over his shoulder.  It was as if he’d suddenly been plagued with dementia, because he forgot the years of abuse heaped upon him with Malcolm’s calloused hands.  He wanted Malcolm to walk through the convention center doors sober and real proud like.  He wanted Malcolm to be glad to call him his son.

“To the students, as I call out your name, please stand and make your way onto the stage.”  Principal Jones flipped through a stack of stapled papers then he pushed his mouth close to the microphone and said slowly, “Sharon Appleseed.”

A loud round of applause, whistling and “way to gos” pierced the air.  It went on like that for more than an hour, until all but two students had received a diploma – Raymond and Janice Thompson, a bright sixteen year old who sat in a wheelchair due to spina bifida.

Principal Jones sang Janice’s praises.  Hers had been a stellar academic career right from the start.  “She’s earned her way onto the Honor Roll every year since the Seventh Grade.  She was voted to Girls State by our finest instructors.  She has won three presidential academic citations.  And,” Principal Jones laughed, “I’m sure her parents appreciate this most.  She has earned a full scholarship to Spelman College in Atlanta, Georgia.”  Principal Jones’ hand went out.  “Ladies and gentlemen,” he beamed, “Please stand and congratulate the Class of 1984’s Salutatorian, Janice Thompson.”

Janice pushed the wheelchair toward the stage and everyone stood and applauded wildly.  Amid the swell of noise and the sea of people, Raymond looked over his shoulder and searched every face for Malcolm.  His gaze darted in a crazed fashion.

Then he felt a tap on his shoulder.  It was his friend, Paul.  They sat next to each other.  “Yo, Man, is your pops coming?”

Raymond turned away from Paul, faced the stage and stood tall, head up, shoulders back.

When Paul tapped him again, he jerked his shoulders hard and shrugged him off.

The auditorium grew quiet.

“And now, it’s time for us to bestow the top honor.”  Principal Jones smiled before he said, “This young man has earned high commendations academically and athletically.”

In short intervals, Paul, several members of the track team and Raymond’s high school track coach turned and looked to the back of the auditorium toward the entrance doors.  They prayed for Malcolm to show.

“Damn,” Paul muttered when he turned around and faced the stage for the eighth time.  He bumped shoulders with the guy who stood next to him.  “That asshole ain’t coming.”  He lowered his head and his voice.  “Ray’s pops ain’t coming.”

“This young man has earned All-City, All-County, All-State and top national honors in cross-country and track and field.  In fact, twice he’s been listed as the top high school miler in the country by Sports Illustrated and Track and Field News.  He has earned four Presidential academic citations.  He’s been on the Honor Roll since the Seventh Grade.”  Principal Jones scanned the auditorium for Malcolm.  When he didn’t see him, he spoke slower and started to make things up in the hopes that time would become Raymond’s friend.

“I remember when he first came to Baker.  He was a scared young man, but not anymore.”  He pursed his lips and gave Raymond a nod.  “He’s ready to take advantage of the full scholarship his achievements have gained him.”  Principal Jones glanced at the doors.

A few students and several parents squirmed in their seats.  Some people glanced at their watches as if to say “Come on”.

“He has maintained a 4.0 grade point average since the ninth grade.  He hasn’t missed a day of school since the third grade.”  The doors demanded his attention again, but no one came through them.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please congratulate Baker High School’s Class of 1984 Valedictorian, Raymond Clarke.”

Paul clapped until his hands stung.  A few students stood in their seats and hollered out, “Go, Ray!”  Before long a chant went up.  All the students pumped their fists in the air and shouted, “Ray-mond!  Ray-mond!”

Raymond’s heart beat wildly in his chest.  He clamped his teeth down against his bottom lip and jailed the rising emotion.  He extended his hand when he neared Principal Jones’ side.

“Well done,” Principal Jones told him as he handed him his diploma.  He patted Raymond’s back.  “You did a fine job, Son.”  He shook his head,   “A fine job.”

The chain lock was on the front door when Raymond got home that night.  He jiggled the chain and tried to get it to slide open.  When that didn’t work he walked to the back of the house and tried to open the rear door, the one leading to the backyard.  He cursed as he realized a chain lock was on the back door as well.  Then he looked for an opening.  He was in luck.  The kitchen window was ajar just enough to allow him entry.  He grunted and pushed up.  The screen didn’t even bang when it landed in the sink.  He crawled through the window like a thief.

When he reached the stairs, he saw a flicker of light coming from the second floor.  “Dad,” he called out softly, then louder as he made his way up the stairs.  “Dad.”

A newly pressed blue striped suit coat hung across the chair in the corner of his father’s bedroom.  The television was turned down so low it sounded like it was humming.

“Dad?”

The bed was empty, covers bunched together near the foot.  The shade to the room’s one lamp was tilted as if someone had punched it.

“Dad?”

Raymond walked across the hall. He started to scream.  “Dad?”  He ran back down the stairs.  “Dad?” he screamed as he made his way through the house.

He saw the shadow, curled and bent like an old man, at his bed’s edge.  Silence was his escort into his own room.

Malcolm stood slowly.  His body leaned right, from his shoulders to his ankles.  His hands were clenched.  His eyes were slits.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.  His hands, then his arms and legs quaked.  He took heavy Frankenstein-like steps toward Raymond.  “Why didn’t you tell me?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

When no more than a few inches separated them, Raymond saw the red in his father’s eyes.

Malcolm stepped forward again, and this time, Raymond stepped back.  He prepared to duck.  “Tell you what?” he stammered.  Fear had gone into his body.  He felt like, instead of blood, electricity was coursing through his veins.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?  What, Dad?” Raymond screamed.  “Tell you what?”

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Contemporary Romance The Carny by Brooke Moss

“Sweet, subtle, heart-warming romance.” –USA Today Bestselling Author, Nicola Marsh

“Brooke Moss is a gifted storyteller. With a compelling plot and characters who will steal your heart, The Carny is a winner.” — Cate Lord, author of Lucky Girl.

 

Two people from opposite worlds, one unforgettable kiss.
You can’t judge a carny by its cover.

At a town fair on the coast of Oregon, handsome Native American carny, Vincent Youngblood, bestows an unforgettable kiss on shy, awkward teenager, Charlotte Davenport. Then disappears without another word, leaving her baffled and enamored.

Ten years later, Charlotte is still living in the small fishing town of Astoria, while being trained to–reluctantly–take over for her philandering hotelier father when he retires. After all, who else will do it? Her two perfect sisters are busy being married to their flawless husbands and having cookie cutter children, while Charlotte remains single, childless, and every bit as mousy as she was a decade ago.

As Charlotte struggles to climb out from underneath her judgmental parents thumb, the carnival rolls back into town, and Charlotte finds herself face to face with Vin again. He’s back to run his father’s carnival, walking away from a promising career in medicine he started in Chicago. Will her biased and judgmental family accept her relationship with a man who is not only a Native American, but works as a carny for a living? And what unsavory secrets bind the well-educated and seemingly superlative Vin to that ramshackle carnival? After all, you can’t judge a carny by its cover.

 

Special Teaser Quote!

““I think I should kiss you.” He raised his eyebrows. “To really drive the point home.”

His lips touched mine before I could agree with him. They were soft and full, and tasted faintly of the soda pop he’d been drinking.”

 

Want to read more of the toe-curling romance of Charlotte and Vincent? – See the complete list of release day party  hosts and enjoy the sweet tid-bits!

 

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Also, available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and The Book Depository amongst others.