Wednesday, August 19, 2015

In the Spotlight...Andy Lewter

“Through the body, strength and healing prevail.”

Blurb:

After her experience during spring break, Abigail Everett battles to fill the role she inherited as the leader of Valens – people that possess unparalleled strength and dangerous mind powers.

Being forced to choose between what her heart wants and what is right, contending with captivating peer pressures, and nearing the brink of war, she must prove herself worthy. Not only to those who follow her legacy, but to herself.

Will she be able to stop this war before it begins?

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Excerpt:

"It was stupid for you to come here. This place is crawling with guards," Miles said in a threatening tone.

"I don't care anymore," Nicholas said, almost inaudibly.

"Why are you here, Ludovic?"

Nicholas stepped closer, the fog becoming denser by the second. I shifted my footing and chanced a peek from behind Miles. His eyes looked tired and his hands hung loosely by his side. "I came for her."

Bio:

Andy Lewter is a stay-at-home mom with three beautiful children. Between homework, playing, cooking, and cleaning, she writes on the side. Most of her inspiration comes from life experiences that have helped her grow. She also gets inspiration from the crazy vivid dreams that occur on the nightly, and from the amazing people that have touched her life.


Monday, August 10, 2015

In the Spotlight...Chris Von Halle

Please join me in welcoming Chris Von Halle and his debut release, The Fourth Generation!

Be sure to check out the buy links as well ;-)


Back Cover Blurb:
In the future, no adults exist. Ever since the plague swept the world 100 years ago, no one has lived past seventeen.
Sixteen-year-old Gorin, a collector of curious artifacts left over from the pre-plague civilization, is on the verge of perishing from that deadly epidemic. And his last wish is to find a way to visit the rulers’ reputedly magnificent, off-limits mansion.
Up against the clock, he and his friend Stausha steal into the mansion and discover a secret more horrifying than they ever could’ve imagined—a secret that holds the key to the survival of the whole human race.

Excerpt:

            I raced up the stairwell pretty fast for someone in my awful condition. My empty backpack bounced on my shoulders, my feet landing just in front of the steps’ worn, chipped edges. Sunlight leaked through the dusty windows at the top of each landing, enough to light my way to the decaying apartment building’s eighth floor.
            The rest of the Valuable Objects better still be there.
            No way I was losing the Tournament of Prestige this year, and the VOs could be worth just enough prestige points to finally push my faction into the top spot. But if someone else found them while I was gone…
            At last I made it to the eighth floor. My chest heaved as I sucked in breath, my burning legs threatening to crumple.
            You’ve gotta be kidding me.
            The second door on the right lay wide open. My heart banged against my ribs, making it tough to breathe, as I crept to the door as quietly as only I could.
            I peeked inside the room. My gut clenched, even though I’d seen it coming.
            A boy about my size—taller than average with good-size muscles—stood in front of the old wooden cabinets on the left side of the room. He had blotchy, dark gray skin, so was about sixteen years old like me. His back looked a little crooked, like his spine wasn’t quite aligned right. Mine was probably in similar shape.
            Even from the doorway I could see through the cabinet doors’ inlaid glass. Empty, except for one measly glass bottle. Sure enough, the boy started to turn away from them. I jerked my head back into the hallway, then peered back in. He made his way to the right side of the room.
            No—not there.
            He stopped at the faded loveseat wedged against the wall. Patches of peeled leather formed large, complicated shapes that looked like continents on a globe.
            Get away from there.
            Then again, this room had been scoured countless times over the past fifty years by generations of supply hunters like us, and none of them had found the short, tiny closet behind the sofa. Chances were slim this kid would.
            Please, Power, this is my last year, my last chance. Please don’t let him find the VOs.
            He walked to the side of the loveseat and put his hands on it. He was about to push it!
            I yanked my flashlight out of my pocket, snapped open the battery compartment as quickly and quietly as I could, and hurled a battery across the room. Wasn’t like I needed it. Our faction got fresh batteries every week from the mansion, and could probably get more if we asked.
            The battery smacked the back wall by the open window—I felt a light breeze, even from where I stood by the door—and hit the floor with a thud. The boy stopped pushing the sofa. Thankfully, he’d only moved it a couple inches. Not enough to reveal any of the closet.
            “What the…?” He watched the battery roll across the wooden floor a bit and stay still.
            He walked toward it.
            Yes.
            He picked it up and headed toward the window, his back to me. Probably thought someone had thrown the battery through it.
            I crept toward the sofa as quietly as I could, so there was no chance the kid could hear me. Few people had feet as soundless as Gorin of Faction 235.
            I navigated around the squeaky floorboards. Good thing I’d memorized them during my first two trips to this room, after I’d found the jackpot of a closet this morning. Could never be too careful or prepared for a situation like this. Every VO counted, especially ones worth as many prestige points as DVDs.
            When I made it to the loveseat, I shoved it aside as hard as I could and burst into the closet.
            “Hey!” the boy cried as I lifted the lid of the plastic blue bin inside and started to stuff the last of the whopping stash—a stack of plastic DVD cases coated in thick dust—into my backpack. Not sure exactly what they were or what they did in the Old World. Us supply hunters weren’t trained to know stuff like that, annoyingly enough, though I’d give all my limbs to be given one hint.
            Feet shuffled toward me. “Get your filthy paws off those. They’re mine.”
            I turned my head toward the boy. He towered over me, at least by a foot. Thick, muscled arms framed his sides. Okay, so I was wrong—he was bigger and stronger than me. He dug his gaze into mine with pebbles for eyes on his overly broad forehead. A large, beak-like nose jutted from his face.
            “Sorry, you know the rules,” I said. “I got to all of these before you, fair and square.” Which meant I got to keep them. Actually, I’d gotten to them way before him, but I had no proof of that, so no use mentioning it.
            He folded his meaty arms across his chest. “Sorry, punk, but I don’t play by the rules.”

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Author Bio:
Chris von Halle has had many different lives in many different worlds—the near and distant future Earth, other planets, and even other dimensions—and his books recreate his childhood memories of such outlandish locations.  In this world and life, he lives in Ridgewood, New Jersey, and enjoys such extraordinary activities as playing videogames, tennis, and basketball, and writing the occasional comic strip.


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Website: chrisvonhalle.com
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Twitter: @ChrisvonHalle


Friday, August 7, 2015

In the Spotlight...TC Booth

Please join me in welcoming TC Booth and her new release, To Be Honest.

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Blurb: A freak accident left Starla Emerson with a deformed hand, low self-esteem, and a need to fade into the background. However, she finds it impossible to be invisible at her new high school where she is pushed front and center by a behind the scenes internet bully.
 She joins forces with newfound friends to launch a counter attack in order to expose the cyber bully, aka grizzlygirl2015. Part of the plan involves the school’s bad boy Chase McFall. Star feels more for this golden eyed boy than she should as the plan progresses. The plan backfires and lands Star in a mountain of trouble.
 Will she have the courage to be honest about her part in the plan and her true feelings for Chase? Or will she be left heartbroken?  Once the truth is out…there’s no turning back.

Excerpt 1: I left one shelf bare for my memory boxes. I stacked the shoe-sized cardboard boxes so their labels showed. Freshman Year, Sophomore Year, Junior Year. The first two boxes were filled with memories that I collected to keep safe. My Junior Year box felt empty. I removed its lid and took out the orchard ticket stub, the pictures of the guys wrestling in the dark, and a dried purple rose. Jared handed me the rose at school the morning of Sweetest Day. I could only guess what might fill my box the rest of the year. Will I even make any new friends? How would people react when they saw my hand? They’d probably think I’m the creepy new girl and be grossed out by my claw. I took a deep breath and put the box back.
A piece of paper stuck out from between the pages of one of my books. I tugged it free and unfolded it. It was a note Jared wrote to me about two months after we started going out.

Star,
Please don’t be mad at me for the whole TBH thing. I just didn’t know what to say to Jan. I shouldn’t have said anything. I like you a lot! You are my girl. I don’t want anyone else.
Love, Jared

A sigh escaped me. I never got the whole TBH—to be honest—thing. You opened yourself up for drama if you posted a picture with the letters TBH online. A girl named Jan did that and Jared took the bait. He had to honestly say something about her, so he commented under the picture that she was cute. My phone blew up with text messages telling me about it. I cried and sent Jared a text telling him I wanted to break up. I felt so stupid. The entire student body of Cedar High knew Jared told another girl she was cute. He slipped me the note during Algebra class the next day. I forgave him.

Excerpt 2:
Inside the stall, I heard giggles and saw three pairs of feet under the door wearing designer boots. “She is so freaking weird.” I heard one of them say.
“I know, right? I heard she kissed that gross Shane Baker with blue lipstick on. I don’t care if it was a challenge, that’s nasty,” a second voice said.
“Who’s that girl she’s been hanging out with?” asked the third voice. I tensed.
“She’s a new girl,” the first voice said. “I hate to break the news to you, Haley. I think Chase likes her. Have you seen the way he looks at her?” My heart flip-flopped.
“Uh-uh. There’s no way,” Haley said. “Have you seen her hand? It’s disgusting.”
Tears sprang into my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed them back. My heart thumped against my chest. My blood boiled, flowing hot and angry. I was ticked! I flung the stall door open. Three startled faces gaped at me. I stepped up to the sink and washed my hands, purposely shook the water off of them so my right hand was visible, and made eye contact with lemon-head, who I now knew was Haley.
The three girls watched me wide-eyed and silent. I strolled out of the bathroom with my head held high.

Excerpt 3
Still fueled from the anger coursing in my veins, I marched up to Maggie. “May I borrow your blue lipstick?”
Maggie creased her eyebrows. “Okay.” She reached in her purse and handed me a black tube. I twisted it until a blue waxy tip appeared. I smeared a thick coat of blue over my lips and puckered. I looked at Rayne. “You challenged me to do this, okay?”
Rayne glanced at Maggie. She shrugged. Jake arched an eyebrow.
“Ooo-kay,” Rayne said.
I spun on my heel. My heart thudded loud in my ears as I marched toward the group of skateboarders and BMX guys that stood in a circle. I scanned over the faces of the circle until I found my target. After I sucked in a breath, I pushed my way past the curious faces of the boys, until I was face to face with Chase. The group fell silent. Chase tilted his head and quirked his eyebrow. I took another deep breath then placed my hands on Chase’s broad shoulders, rose on my tiptoes, and placed a blue kiss on his cheek. The boys erupted with laughter and whistles.
“Tell your girlfriend where that came from.” I tapped the blue mark left on his cheek. The shock on his face left, replaced with a half-twisted smile. That infuriating grin of his was back. I shouldered my way through the boys. Heads turned, tracking my movements. My friends gawked at me like I’d grown three heads. I slipped onto the seat at the table so my back was to Chase.
“Whoa, Emerson. You just rocked the challenge above all challenges, even though you didn’t really get challenged,” Rayne said. “That didn’t make any sense, did it?” He lifted one dark eyebrow.
Jake shook his head, still wide-eyed. “Not at all.”

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-be-honest-t-c-booth/1122343690?ean=2940151143950






Author Bio: TC Booth was born and raised in a small town in Northeast Ohio where she currently teaches. She lives with her husband and four children ranging in ages from 13-23. Her pets include one dog named Sammy, and two cats- Sheldon and Sasha.
   TC Booth views books as the best form of entertainment and her escape for life’s stresses. She prefers reading a book over watching a movie, and writing over almost any other way to spend her time.
 When not attending her children’s sporting events and running them around, you’ll see her writing on her laptop, iPad, and even jotting ideas down on her phone apps.
 She enjoys the escape from the adult universe into the adolescent world. The passion in which young people experience life is contagious and the driving force of her writing.

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To Be Honest Playlist
Steal My Girl by One Direction
Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
Heroes by Alesso and Tove Lo

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

Thursday, August 6, 2015

In the Spotlight...Iris Blobel


 
“It’s not the money that makes you rich. It’s the knowledge
that the other person loves you and is always there for you, no
matter what. That makes you content and, therefore, rich.”
 

Journey to Her Dreams
by Iris Blobel


I'm excited to tell you all about the re-release of JOURNEY TO HER DREAMS,
which was in a way the start of my journey to my dreams.
Honestly, yes I was nervous going back re-visiting the story, nervous about the editing process for the new edition.  I can't believe how much I've learnt and how much I've -hopefully- grown as a writer.
JOURNEY TO HER DREAMS has enjoyed another full edit and an awesome new cover.
I hope you'll give Hollie and Sam's story a chance.
THANK YOU

♥♦♥  ~  OUT NOW  ~  ♥♦♥ 
AMAZON AU: http://bit.ly/1JVfTeM


♥♦♥  SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥ 

 
Would you travel around the world to uncover the reason for your dreams? 
Hollie Anderson does.

A young woman from Tasmania who lives on a farm just outside Launceston, she has got good looks, likes her job and loves to hang out with her friends. She should be happy, right?

But it’s a recurrent dream that throws her daily life into chaos and takes her on a journey to Ireland. While on her quest for answers she meets Sam in Dublin under unusual circumstances and both women, so different in many ways, find out they have one thing in common - and it changes their lives forever.





♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

In the Spotlight...Desiree Holt and her sexy cowboys!


Please join me in welcoming Desiree Holt and her new release Naked Heat. Be sure to leave a comment to enter to win a copy of the first in the Naked Cowboys Series, Stark Naked.


There’s a new Naked Cowboy in town. From award-winning author Desiree Holt, the latest in her Naked Cowboys series, Naked Heat.
Which burns hotter…their desire, or his need for revenge?

Naked Heat, Naked Cowboys, Book 7
The hunt for the drunk driver who killed his twin sister leads Andrew “Mac” McDaniel to Saddle Wells, Texas. From the moment he buys the rundown Hannigan Ranch, he gets more help than he wanted or thought he needed from “the crew” of Saddle Wells. Including from the sexy realtor who sold him the place.
When Nida Beloit hands over the keys to Mac’s new ranch, electricity sizzles between her and the investment advisor who sold everything to focus on his independent investigation. Yet even as they indulge in nights of erotic sex, Mac’s obsession drags at what’s growing between them.
Nida wonders if she can bear to stand by and watch him destroy himself—especially when the end of his investigation sends him careening toward a potentially disastrous act of revenge.

Warning: Contains one hot property of a cowboy, and a lady who knows a fixer upper when she sees one. Question is, is her heart tough enough to take on the job?

“You’ve certainly got lots of sweat equity into this,” she commented.
“That’s the damn truth. And lot’s more to come.”
There was more silence. “I know you didn’t come here just to hide out in a rundown house,” she said at last. “When you’ve dealt with troubles, you can sense them in others.”
“Nida, listen. I—”
“I don’t want an explanation. Just know that if you need someone to listen, I’m here. And I don’t tattle.”
“I wouldn’t think you did.”
He turned toward her at the same moment she moved to look at him, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to put his hands on her shoulders and take a good long look into those mysterious eyes. It seemed even more natural for him to cup her chin and tilt her face upwards. He was a bare whisper from her mouth when he stopped.
“I’m going to kiss you. Take a step back if you don’t want that.”
When she didn’t move, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Damn, she tasted incredible, hot and sweet at the same time. When she opened her mouth, he thrust his tongue inside and every nerve in his body fired. His cock, already throbbing with need, swelled even more, and his balls ached like a son of a bitch. Heat surged through his body as their tongues tangled and he drank her in. He could stay like this forever.
Breaking the kiss was one of the hardest things he’d ever done and took every ounce of his self-discipline. What he really wanted to do was carry her in the house, strip off all her clothes and run his tongue over every inch of her body.
“Nida, I have to tell you—”
She touched her slim fingers to his mouth. “You don’t have to tell me a thing. That is, until you feel you want to.” She took a step back. “Good night, Mac. It was great seeing you again.”
She gave him a smile that was half-shy, got in her SUV and drove down the driveway.
Mac stood there staring after her for a very long time.


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Got a question? Contact me at desireeholt@desireeholt.com








Monday, August 3, 2015

In the Spotlight...Janet Gibbs

Please join me in welcoming the lovely Janet Gibbs and her newest release, So Much More, to my blog!


So Much More by Janet Gibbs is a mainstream romance available to download to your kindle from Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.com.   The paperback will be available in January 2016.
In 1902 three very different young women live in the millionaire’s enclave of Morristown, New Jersey.   Alice Hastings is an accomplished painter who wants to prove her artistic talents to the world.  However, her adoring, devoted widowed father has other plans as he insists she must marry a successful young man from town.

Francesca Dunbar may be of royal lineage and feels superior to the citizens of the small town near New York City.  Her exquisitely beautiful mother and powerful wealthy father
spoil their only child and harbor a secret that could shake up this small conservative town.

Claire Armstrong loves her horses and will only marry a man who gives her the
freedom to pursue her devotion to her horse farm and stables.    She comes from a boisterous
family of daughters and is head strong.  Claire’s father is intent on having at least one of his
daughters marry well, but Claire has other ideas.

All three women are members of the elite in this small wealthy town yet each yearns for
more.   The arrival of a handsome, charming member of the English aristocracy complicates the plans of fathers and daughters alike.   To this add an old friend and a surprising new comer and you the formula for an exciting summer.    Each young lady finds herself at a crossroads in 1902 as did many women.  For Alice, Claire and Francesca it means taking three different paths to finding happiness and so much more.

EXCERPT:
Five miles down Normandy Heights Road a rather obstinate father was attempting to convince his daughter who should be her husband.
"Of course you'll marry Richard. The Dickersons are a well-respected family and he makes quite a good living as a banker," sputtered the tall, handsome man with a ruddy complexion. He’d never considered for a minute that Alice, his only child, would disagree with him.
Colonel Arthur Hastings puffed on his favorite Bavarian pipe and strode around his desk, addressing his daughter as if she were a new recruit in his regiment. “Any other girl would be glad to have such a fine young man wanting to marry them. You're eighteen and should be settled by now. It's what your mother would have wanted."
A flicker of sadness flashed over the Colonel’s face as he softened and seemed wistful, but it didn’t stop him from continuing his well-meaning tirade as he marched around his book lined library.
Alice sat perched on the edge of the brown leather chair, trying her best to control the rage bubbling inside her. Any minute she thought she’d erupt, how dare he orchestrate her life. She didn’t want to marry anyone. Her life was wrapped up in her painting. Though her father thought it a hobby, to Alice it meant so much more. She’d rather spend an entire day painting than go to a tea, or a dance or a ladies club meeting. Somehow she had to make her father understand that marriage was not an option. If she met someone who understood her dream of being a professional painter, then perhaps she would entertain the idea. But she certainly wouldn’t follow the marriage game as she called it and succumb to her father’s wishes. Most of the fathers in town orchestrated their daughter’s lives and advised them who to marry. Unlike political alliances in the past, these marriages were made between families who had known each other for decades and wanted no outsiders in their safe enclave. Alice was determined not to be one of those daughters. She adored her papa but he had to know that she could not bend her will to follow Morristown’s unwritten law of marriage.
Her father seemed oblivious to Alice. It was as if she weren’t even in the room. He just kept rambling on with his argument. "Alice, be reasonable. Richard Dickerson wants to announce your engagement at the Field Club Ball on July Fourth. You could be married in November and settled by Christmas."




About the Author
Janet Gibbs has researched and written extensively on women’s history.  She has written non-fiction which has appeared in several newspapers including The New York Times.   She was awarded a grant from the AAUW to complete a novel and was asked to read her poetry at the Princeton Arts Center.    Born in England she now resides in Northern New Jersey where she continues to write novels about strong women with a mind of their own.    Janet Gibbs can be reached at





Thursday, July 2, 2015

In the Spotlight...Melissa Kier and Crashing into Love



Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir
Can Rob and Keira's second honeymoon lead to romance, or will it crash and burn?

On the verge of a divorce, Rob and Keira Matthews book a second honeymoon at the urging of their counselor. Unable to conceive, they've pushed each other away in an effort to protect their hearts. Will a romantic holiday be the ticket to love or a plane crash in disaster?

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Excerpt 1:
Once again alone with her thoughts, she turned toward her husband. They’d been married for seven years, and his looks still caused her stomach to flutter. I love running my fingers over his buzz cut. And his rough beard left sexy marks on my neck when we made love…not that it’s happened in a while. A part of the reason we’re on this trip is because of our lack of sex, tenderness. Of course, he’d have to be home in order to touch me.
Keira crossed her legs tighter as she glanced around the cabin. Her gaze fell to the cowboy two seats in front of her and across the aisle. That rancher is hot. His jeans really showed off his best assets when he walked back to the bathroom a while ago. His blue-striped shirt hugged his shoulders and guns. Those arms would hold a girl down or up and down all the while he loved on her. I bet if he and I were married, there’d be no need for counseling. She imagined running her fingers over his shoulders and down his arms. She uncrossed her legs and ran her hands down her jeans, shifting them.
Opening the water, Keira poured herself some. She picked up the glass and held it to her face, trying to cool her flushed skin, then drank. Emptying it, she set the glass back on the tray then poured a little water into the cup. She unzipped the top of her dog’s carrier and waved the water in front of Gris’s face. “Here, baby, you can have a little. Not too much. There’s no fire hydrants on the plane.”
As she watched her fur-baby drinking, her stomach clenched. What if this is the only baby I ever have? She ran her fingers over the teacup poodle’s fuzzed head.

Excerpt #2
Her husband stomped away in a huff. His damp clothes accentuated his fit body. The many nights he’d spent lately at the gym had firmed and toned his already-sexy body into a dream machine. Yeah, and all those other women ogling him. Too bad the gym didn’t do more for his attitude. I heard his comment. Why does he always have to push my buttons? He really shouldn’t have expected me to go walking, looking for…. She shivered. What if there were bodies? I wonder if anyone else survived the crash. I’ve got better things to do. Maybe I’ll find out this island is really a resort like in that romance novel I read. Then I can save the day.
She picked up Gris and gave him a kiss on the nose. “Little man, you’d never get mad at me. Let’s go find ourselves the perfect place to rest. Maybe we can prove to that man I’m capable.” With the dog settled in her arms, Keira headed inland, away from the beach and toward the jungle.
Trees filled her vision. Their dense foliage provided shelter and had allowed moss to cover the ground. She welcomed the softness under her feet. She noticed the drop in temperature as well. The blistering sun from the beach dappled through the leaves and created a cool, welcoming environment. The sound of birds and other animals teased her hearing. She paused and inhaled. A flowery fragrance filled the air.
The trees are so thick, I can’t see more than five feet in front of me. I hope there aren’t any snakes. Her stomach knotted. Snakes or lack of food? She pulled Gris closer to her, absently running her fingers through his fur. I’m sure there’s no coffee joint or five-star hotel around here. I would’ve seen something before now. Rats. I was really hoping for the happy ending of a romance novel.

Excerpt 3:
Crashing waves.
A wet tongue on her cheek.
Damp and lying on a hard ground, Keira rolled to her side and coughed up water. Unable to catch her breath, she pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Choking, coughing, fluid flowed from her lungs.
Somewhere nearby, the dog barked.
“Oh, my God. Rob!” She crawled to her husband’s prone body at the edge of the water. She flipped him to his back then laid her head on his chest. No heartbeat.
“Honey. Wake up.” She pounded on his chest. Tears flowed down her face. “I won’t give you up. We’ve had too much history. Fight, baby. Come back to me.” She straddled his body and began chest compressions. “One, and two, and three.” She parted his lips then blew into his mouth. She returned to pushing on his chest. “One, and two, and three. Come on, dammit. Fight!”
Time ceased as she continued the compressions. Frightened, she shuddered then threw her body down over his chest. Sobs decimated her frame.
“Please, God. Don’t take him from me.” Pleading, bargaining, beseeching.
Water flowed out of his mouth as coughs rocked him. He gagged.
“Rob!” She pushed him onto his side and thumped on his back as he expelled more water. “Thank God. Just cough it out.”
“Please don’t cry.” His words croaked out as he rolled onto his back. His gaze met hers. He reached toward her face, but his arm fell back to the sand.
“We need to get you out of the water. I can’t do it on my own.” She stood and grabbed under his arms. Pulling him, she quickly tired. “You have to help. Use your legs and push.”
This time, he moved out of the water. Gris lay down next to Rob and licked his hand.
“I’m going to look around.” As she straightened, her legs buckled, and she collapsed on the sand. “I think I’ll just lie here for a bit.” She curled in next to her husband and let sleep overtake her.



Crashing Into Love:
Seven planes lift off…seven planes crash…seven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death.

Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré.
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.

Crashing into You by Lisa Kumar
When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?

Crashing Through Time by Jenna Jaxon
The most dangerous thing about time travel is knowledge of the past: does she save him and change history, or let the tragic events play out and lose the love of her life?
More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time. 

Love Comes Crashing In by Brenda Dyer
Best friends find love in each other's arms, but can that love survive reality?

Falling Hard by D'Ann Lindun
He craves solitude to forget what a woman did to him. She needs one last chance before her career ends. Can a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies show them what really matters?

A Splash of Romance by Deb Julienne
Who knew a plane crash would lead to romance? Hannah Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely isn't on it.  Oliver Lawson's divorce is final and he's looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman. Romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing...who knew? 


About Melissa Keir:
For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.
I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.
Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!
Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.


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