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Release Day – Shades of Blue by Dana Tanaro Britt

Today is a special day. My good friend Dana Tanaro Britt’s amazing book, Shades of Blue, releases TODAY!!! I have had the great pleasure of working with Dana for several months on this wonderful book. Can I just say…she deserves all the success she can get. Not only has she written a beautiful romance, but it is a perfect beach read as it is set on an island. So go buy it! 🙂

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Shades of Blue is out now!

About Shades of Blue:

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Heart-broken and reeling with grief, Charlie flees to a far-flung tropical island in search of a safe haven where she can let her treasured memories consume her. Hiding away from the world, she battles nightmares and fresh tragedy while trying to make sense of her new reality.

Living his island dream, firefighter-turned-fisherman Gabe Montgomery is determined to be Charlie’s port in her storm of pain and loss. Blindsided by life-changing revelations from his own past followed by the possibility of a terrifying personal loss, Gabe realizes that sometimes letting go is as much a part of love as holding on.

When Charlie and Gabe acknowledge their powerful connection and cling to one another for comfort and hope, both face a frightening dilemma: surrender to the past, or face the challenge and promise of a future together.

Will the memories and mistakes of the past consume them or can Charlie and Gabe hold fast to each other and the hope that will bring them to promising future together?

Author Bio:

Once upon a time, a sassy Kentucky girl fell in love with a handsome Hoosier boy. What followed is a still-unfolding story filled with laughter, starry nights, children…and pizza–yes, pizza

When Dana Britt is not writing stories of hope, home and happily ever after, she can be found porch sitting with sweet tea and a book in hand. Dana carries three things everywhere she goes: cherry chapstick, a camera, and her phone. Her idea of a perfect day is a road trip that includes sunshine, pizza, taking pictures and spending time with her own Hero and two young adult children. Dana often shares bits about it all online at DanaBritt.com–she’d love for you to stop by!

Author links:

Website: http://danabritt.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Dana_Britt

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dtbritt1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/DanaBritt

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1MihSwj

Book Links:

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1QieuYJ

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1MiexNH

HERE’S AN EXCERPT:

How he’d known it was her, Gabe couldn’t say for sure, but he was certain.  Her curly hair—What were those colors? cinnamon? chestnut?—fell across her face, a blue scarf having fallen askew in the breeze.  Gabe waited, suddenly afraid he’d freaked her out— but, after all, it was she who’d ventured out in public, wasn’t it?  Charlie gestured to the other chair, still not looking at him.  

He pulled the chair out and sat, reaching out with one finger to toy with the whimsical sea glass in the shapes of shells bracelet adorning her wrist. 

“Hello, Gabe,” the familiar husky voice spoke softly, her gaze yet on the sea as if she were still gathering her courage to look at him.

 “Hello, Charlie,” he replied just as softly, looking at her, waiting. He let go of her bracelet, his hand resting on the table between them. 

Tentatively, she put her hand in his and used the other one to lift her shades, pushing back her hair and finally looking at him, her eyes a dark sapphire blue.  Her fingers gripped his tightly, surprisingly strong. 

He smiled, watching her worry the edge of her bottom lip with her teeth—a mannerism that somehow seemed to suit her. 

She took a slow, deep breath and started to speak, but stopped, her lip quivering slightly before she caught it in her teeth again.

 Gabe looked down at their linked fingers rather than stare at her as she battled for composure.  “It’s gonna be okay.” He repeated what he’d said to her many times in the dark, looking back at her face to see her tremulous smile, her eyes back out to the sea.

A freebie for you!

Burnout is a short prequel to Shades of Blue. http://danabritt.com/blog/coming-soon/

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Sea Breeze by Jennifer Senhaji is out today!

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Sea Breeze is out today! http://amzn.com/B00XGJCKNM

ABOUT SEA BREEZE:

Jordan has never been in love, or been anywhere. Trapped in Vegas, she schleps drinks and dodges losers, while suffering under a burden only she can shoulder. Her life is an endless stretch of blah with no escape.

Until now.

Instead of looking back, she’s sailing forward.

Eric has left his family and friends in San Francisco to travel the world, tending bar on a cruise ship to fund his adventures. He can charm any coed who comes aboard, but Jordan sees right through him.

On the blue cobblestone streets of San Juan, everything changes. Food. Music. Exotic locations. Possibilities. Setting out to discover the world, will Jordan discover herself?

Sometimes, adventure can set you free…

TOP TEN:

Top Ten Music Choices…This Month

Whenever I’m asked what my favorite book, song, or film is, my eye starts to twitch. Music—there’s no way I can narrow something like that down. I’m constantly listening to music. At work. In the car. At home. Music has influenced my life and my writing. I create playlists for my books which can be found on my website. My characters are music lovers. Music is life.

Summer is my favorite season. The longer days and warm weather mean more time outdoors, relaxation, going out at night without having to worry about a jacket, and if I’m lucky, a chance to travel.

So, without further ado, here are my Top Ten Music Choices for Summer… This Month. I reserve the right to have a completely different list next month. I warn you, my music tastes are eclectic. Enjoy.

  1. Tonight is the Night by Outasight
  2. Bailando by Enrique Iglesias
  3. Waves by Robin Schultz
  4. Wave of Mutilation by Pixies
  5. Danza Kuduro by Don Omar
  6. She’s Country by Jason Aldean
  7. 96 Degrees in the Shade by Third World
  8. My Sweet Summer by Dirty Heads
  9. Don’t You Worry Child by Swedish House Mafia
  10. Island in the Sun by Weezer

Right now, I can think of nothing better than laying on a blanket in the sun, a good book in my hand, and the tunes above to keep me company.

If you’re looking for a great summer read, I have a new romance entitled, Sea Breeze, releasing May 27th that’s currently available for pre-order on Amazon and Free with Kindle Unlimited.  http://amzn.com/B00XGJCKNM

AUTHOR BIO:

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I was born and raised in San Francisco, CA, and have a husband and two children. Music is an addiction. I can often be found in the car, singing along at the top of my lungs to whatever is playing. I work full time, and I split my spare time between family, reading, blogging, and writing. I’m a habitual quoter. Lines from films and TV shows constantly pop into my head—my kids are the only ones that really get it. I’m an only child, and so of course I married a man who is one of ten children. Other than English, I speak Spanish, Moroccan, and a little French. I love to travel, but don’t do enough of it. Reading has been a passion for most of my life and I now love writing. I’m klutz, and in my own mind, I’m hilarious.

AUTHOR LINKS:

Website: www.jennifersenhajiauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jsenhaji13

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jsenhaji13

Blog: http://jennifersenhaji.blogspot.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/jennifersenhaji

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Jsenhaji

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/jennifersenhaji

GIVEAWAY:

Win an eBook copy of Sea Breeze and a $5 Amazon gift card from PageCurl Publishing and Promotion. Leave a blog comment with your idea of a dream vacation to be entered to win. Winner will be announced on PageCurl’s Facebook page a week from today!

Favorite Author Series: Judy Blume

I have a thousand favorite authors. Asking me “who is your favorite author?” is akin to asking me “which dessert is your favorite?” The answer: All of them.

So…I thought it would be fun (for me haha) to blog about my favorite writers, why they are my favorites, and my fav books by them. How many times can I say favorite?

First up? Judy Blume.

I don’t remember the first book I read by Judy Blume but I suspect it was Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. I was hooked as soon as I opened this book. I have now read every single book she’s published. How excited am I about her new book In the Unlikely Event?!?!? *&*%%&*(^$@#$# That’s how excited.

My favorite book is probably not one of her most famous. Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself enchanted me the first time I picked up it and has every time I read it since I was 9. A little girl in New Jersey right after WWII ends. Judy has said that it is her most biographical work to date and chronicles a little girl’s journey from New Jersey to Florida for the winter season with her family. Sally is obsessed with movie stars and adventure and she’s feisty and awesome (just like all of Judy’s protagonists).

Yet, it’s nearly impossible to pick a favorite. I’m also a huge fan of Just As Long As We’re Together or Here’s to You Rachel Robinson…

See what I mean? Or maybe Summer Sisters is my favorite.

The point here is this: Judy Blume has a new novel coming out in about a month and I can’t wait. Obviously Judy was/is a pioneer of children’s lit. Her books hit the “banned” list more often than almost any other author’s books. Not that they should. Her non-fiction book Letters to Judy is a perfect example of why her books are necessary. She dealt with subject matter that other authors did not. And parents? Flipped out and banned her books. The children who read her books were touched and wrote Judy letters asking questions, thanking her, and asking more questions proving again and again that not only was she changing the face of kid lit but it was necessary work. Judy didn’t believe in protecting children from their own reality. How many of us learned about periods from Are You There God? Not the mechanics necessarily. But the emotions. How is this supposed to feel? That is what she is a master of exploring. Instead of dealing in shame, Judy deals in “how is this supposed to feel?” She nails it every damn time.

I just read a NY Times piece on Judy. She said that grown-ass adults cry when they meet her and get ruffled and can’t think of what to say. You know what she tells them? “It’s okay. You feel this way because I’m your childhood.” Damn straight. *cries over how true that is*

On Being a Work-at-home Mom

I work from home. People love to say things like “oh how lovely! You get to wear your pajamas all day!” I could, but I don’t. “You don’t have to get up early!” Yes, I do. Someone has to get my husband out the door and my son wakes up at 6 am every day. “I’m sure you get so much done!” Ha. Hahahahahaha.

Here’s the thing. Small children are anti-productive. I get everyone set up with paper, crayons, toys, snacks, a wonderful (horribly boring) education television program. “Great,” I think stupidly, “I’m about to get all the work done.”

Two seconds later.

Kid: “Mom? I don’t like this snack.”

Me: “Too freaking bad.”

Kid: *SCREAMS BLOODY MURDER*

Me: *hit save* *finds a new snack*

 

Five minutes later.

Kid: “She hit me and the dog ate my snack!!!”

Me: “Bad word.” *fixes the problem*

 

Three minutes later.

Kid: “I peed in the floor!”

Me: *heavy sigh* “Okay…” *cleans up pee*

 

Six minutes later.

Kid: “The cat peed in the floor mom!”

Me: *long string of bad words* *cleans up pee*

 

Four minutes later.

Kid: “MOM MOM MOM MOM”

Me: *runs* “What?”

Kid: “The show is over.”

Me: “It’s Netflix. The next episode starts by itself.”

This goes on all day long. ALL DAY LONG. By the time my husband gets home, I’ve gotten twelve non-consecutive minutes of work in. If I’m not brain dead at this point, I try to get some work done. Often though, I’m too tired and dinner still needs to happen. Dinner is always relaxing since it is spent bargaining with small children trying to convince them to eat green things. Then we suffer through the joy that is bathtime, hopefully, clean the kitchen, read stories, sing songs, and refuse to bargain with said children about when bedtime will happen. “Three more minutes?” “NO.”

Forty-five minutes later, the kids are in bed. I drag myself downstairs, crack the computer open and fall asleep before I get more than five minutes worth of work done.

Here’s the breakdown on a typical day (not a school day, I actually get something done on school days):

1 hour – work

6 hours – running errands for small children/yelling

3 hours – preparing meals and snacks for small children

5 minutes – downtime

20 minutes – stolen downtime bc I’m locked in the bathroom hiding and reading on kindle

30 minutes – cleaning up pee

1 hour – snoozing on couch before I go to bed

1 hour – talking to spouse, mostly about logistical maneuvers to get us through the next day

45 mins – taking the dog out and waiting for her to find the perfect spot to pee

This all sounds great right? Even this productive schedule is totally unpredictable because with small children, nothing is predictable. For instance, this week, one child had a stomach bug that involved projectile puking all over the world. Productivity? Haaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Thus, I am always a day late and a dollar short. Or a week late. The point here is, I’m trying really hard. I try hard every day. And I disappoint people constantly. I’d do less, but I don’t have a choice. I have two part time jobs that are occasionally full time. I’m trying to build a writing career and actually write books. I have revisions, platform building, marketing, etc., that have to be done if I want to sell a single book when the time comes. I would dearly love to be that working mother that has it all together. I just have this feeling that those don’t exist. In the meantime, we are all doing the best we can dammit.

Cover Reveal: Sea Breeze by Jennifer Senhaji

Good morning! I’m really pleased to be a part of Jennifer Senhaji’s cover reveal today! Her novella, Sea Breeze, releases on May 27th and I think the cover is just gorgeous. 😀

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BOOK AND AUTHOR INFO:

Sea Breeze by Jennifer Senhaji
Publication date: May 27th, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pre-Order Sea Breeze Here: http://amzn.com/B00XGJCKNM
SEA BREEZE BLURB:

Jordan has never been in love, or been anywhere. Trapped in Vegas, she schleps drinks and dodges losers, while suffering under a burden only she can shoulder. Her life is an endless stretch of blah with no escape.

Until now.

Instead of looking back, she’s sailing forward.

Eric has left his family and friends in San Francisco to travel the world, tending bar on a cruise ship to fund his adventures. He can charm any coed who comes aboard, but Jordan sees right through him.

On the blue cobblestone streets of San Juan, everything changes. Food. Music. Exotic locations. Possibilities. Setting out to discover the world, will Jordan discover herself?

Sometimes, adventure can set you free…

AUTHOR BIO:

Jennifer's Author Photo

I was born and raised in San Francisco, CA, and have a husband and two children. Music is an addiction. I can often be found in the car, singing along at the top of my lungs to whatever is playing. I work full time, and I split my spare time between family, reading, blogging, and writing. I’m a habitual quoter. Lines from films and TV shows constantly pop into my head—my kids are the only ones that really get it. I’m an only child, and so of course I married a man who is one of ten children. Other than English, I speak Spanish, Moroccan, and a little French. I love to travel, but don’t do enough of it. Reading has been a passion for most of my life and I now love writing. I’m klutz, and in my own mind, I’m hilarious.

AUTHOR LINKS:

Website: www.jennifersenhajiauthor.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jsenhaji13

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jsenhaji13

Blog: http://jennifersenhaji.blogspot.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/jennifersenhaji

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Jsenhaji

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/jennifersenhaji

GIVEAWAY:

Win an eBook copy of Sea Breeze and a $5 Amazon gift card from PageCurl Publishing and Promotion. Leave a blog comment with your idea of a dream vacation to be entered to win. Winner will be announced on PageCurl’s Facebook page this Friday!

WATCH THE SEA BREEZE TRAILER:

https://youtu.be/fA_wO6HP7A0

A SEA BREEZE EXCERPT:

We make a little picnic on the grass, finding a place under the shade of a tree, and Eric takes his button-down off for us to sit on, leaving him in only his undershirt. My, oh my, the man has some nice shoulders.

He hands me a can of Medalla Light, this one a lot colder than the one I had earlier today, and we dig in.

“Oh my Lord, what are these called again?”

He holds up a finger and finishes his mouthful before answering. “Alcapurria.”

“So good.” I take another bite of the fried fritter meaty goodness as Eric takes a sip of his beer.

“What about the tostones? Do you like those? They’re pretty much a staple here. They use plantains in a lot of cooking. The most famous dish is mofongo.”

I swallow a big bite of my savory pastry and respond. “Did we get any of that…mofongo stuff?” I snag a couple of tostones, expecting sweet, given that they’re fried plantains, but they’re salty.

“No. We didn’t get any mofongo because it’s more of a sit-down meal, in my opinion.”

“We are sitting down.”

“You know what I mean.” Eric takes another swig of his beer and rolls his shoulders.

“Yes, I like everything. At first, I thought the tostones were a little bland, but now I can’t stop eating them.” I pop another in my mouth to make my point. “I guess I’ll try the mofongo next time.”

Eric frowns as I take a sip of beer. “You keep saying next time, but we aren’t going to dock here again on this trip. You know that, right?”

“Yes. But I also know that I’ll come back to Puerto Rico. There’s too much to see and do, not to come back.” I finish the last bite of my meat fritter, and survey the food we still have left.

Eric quiets, staring at his skewer. I pick up the last pincho and start biting off deliciously grilled pieces of chicken.

“Do you have—” The sound of drums right behind us interrupts Eric and almost makes me drop my chicken.

Three different drummers tap out a hypnotizing rhythm, and the man in the middle starts to sing. At the sound of his voice I turn back toward Eric and smile. He grins, and nods in the direction of the musicians. “Bomba.”

We both stand at the same time and gather our trash, placing it in the can a few feet away. I fold the rest of the fried plantains up in a napkin and place them in my bag. We take our beers around to the other side of the grass to watch and listen.

The call and answer of the drums and the man’s voice causes me to sway as I stand there listening. A crowd gathers, and I’m completely captivated.

“We’re going to have to start heading back soon.” Eric’s voice in my ear gives rise to a shudder that runs through me. Maybe it’s the heat and the beer, although I’ve only had two. Or maybe it’s this music, almost spiritual, yet extremely sensual. Whatever it is, the sound of his masculine voice in my ear makes my stomach flip.

I look up at him as the drummers continue their intoxicating rhythm. He stands so close to me, his shirt slung over one shoulder. His focus is on the musicians, but when he takes a sip of his beer, he catches me staring, and his hand lowers to his side.

Our gazes lock for exactly sixteen seconds, the drum beats keeping count. Sixteen seconds of blood pumping through my veins. Sixteen seconds of his gaze scrutinizing mine and then shifting down to my lips. Sixteen seconds of wondering what his chest would feel like against my bare breasts.

“It’s getting late, Jordan.” It’s only a murmur, and there’s no way I should’ve heard him, so I must be reading his lips. He has nice lips.

He breaks eye contact and looks out over my head. We’re surrounded by people. He wraps his fingers around my forearm and gently tugs me behind him and through the crowd. My other hand easily finds his back, and I use it as a guide to follow him out.

As we make our way down the crowded street, Eric pulls his cell out of his pocket to read a text. “Shit. We need to hurry.”

I quicken my pace to keep up with him. “Why? We still have an hour before we have to be on board.”

“Actually, I need to be back and ready for work in forty-five minutes. My boss wants me to fill in at Allure tonight, and I still need to get back, shower, and change. Come on.” Eric holds out his hand, and we push through the crowd.

Pre-Order Sea Breeze Here: http://amzn.com/B00XGJCKNM

You are what you read…

When I was a kid, I read all the time. I routinely tried to figure out how to do my chores while reading (still trying to work this out). Vacuuming and reading? Doesn’t work very well! Dusting and reading? You are gonna get to redo the dusting! This was back in the before times when technology was a little less prevelant and we didn’t have audiobooks on our phones. We didn’t have cell phones either…it was the early 90s and we wore t-shirt clips on too big t-shirts with matching biker shorts so it was a hard time for everyone. Anyway, household chores were not and have never been my strong suit but the struggle was real back then.

One of my favorite books was The Facts and Fictions of Minna Pratt by Patricia MacLachlan. It’s still one of my favorite books. My favorite character in the book, other than Minna, was her mother. Though I have to say, I’m a big fan of all of her characters because she is a genius at writing endearing, quirky characters.

Minna’s mother is a writer and a pretty terrible housekeeper. She keeps notes tacked up around her desk and uses a typewriter. There are baskets of unmatched socks sitting around her work area and Minna’s shoes often stuck to the kitchen floor. I loved it. Minna never ever wore matching socks. There were never matching socks to wear.

I picked up The Facts and Fictions of Minna Pratt again recently. I was immediately struck by the similarities between Minna’s mother and ME. My children NEVER wear matching socks. If they go somewhere in matching socks, it was likely an accident. My kitchen floor? You guessed it! Sticky! There are laundry baskets stacked up around my work area and quotes tacked up all around my desk and all around the entire house. It would appear that I still haven’t worked out how to read while cleaning. It would also appear that there is some truth to the statement “You are what you read.” Or maybe it should be “you become what you read.”

Here’s a little announcement I’m tacking onto the end of this post:

🙂

My second novel, an edgy upper YA contemporary, will be published by Booktrope publishing this summer. Woohoo!

The Waiting Game

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This is how you feel when you hear something positive from an agent or publisher.

Ah. The big moment. You wake up one morning and stumble into the kitchen to make coffee. Before you can make coffee, you have to feed your twelve (two, just feels like twelve) children first. Then the cats are all hungry. And the dog needs to go out. Oops. I left the laundry in the washing machine again. Rewash. Try to make coffee again. No one filled up the Brita. Wait approximately 22 years for the Brita to fill up.

Finally. You take your coffee and head off to sit in your favorite chair. Your kids need seventeen more things done. Okay. Try again.

Ah. I’m going to sit down with my lukewarm coffee and check my email. Only one email sits in your inbox. You notice without much interest that it is from a literary agent. You open the email fully expecting the following: Dear Author, Thank you for giving me the opportunity to read your submission. Unfortunately, I did not connect with the manuscript enough and I will have to pass.

When you actually read the email, you almost have a heart attack because this time, instead of a big fat rejection, you get a big fat “Dear Anna, I really enjoyed reading the pages you sent and I’d love to read more. Please forward your manuscript.” You completely panic.

You spend the weekend revising (again) and then hit send. And now you wait. Here are the five stages of waiting for feedback from an agent.

  • General hysteria. Even though you know the chances of getting an agent in this day and age are slim, you have hope.
  • Instead of cleaning maniacally or turning the light switch on and off fifty times, you become totally OCD about checking your email. You leave it open and just stare at your inbox. Every time an email comes and you see that little (1), your heart leaps up in your throat and then falls all the way down to your feet when you see that it is just your car insurance company telling you that your payment is now due. Repeat every time you get an email for at least two weeks.
  • You will now stalk said agent on Twitter. You hope they tweet something like “Just read the greatest MS of all time. Cannot wait to sign this new author.” Instead, they are like “Going out for pizza!”
  • Now and again, you will lose all hope. You will feel like crawling into bed and pulling the covers over your head until you lose the urge to write. You won’t lose the urge but you might have an idea in your duvet fort and have to get up to write it down.
  • Weeks pass. You start to realize that you might not hear a word or you might hear the words you’ve been waiting years to hear.

Whatever happens, it’s important to remember that while an agent would be awesome and your ticket to publishing with a big five, it isn’t the only way. Small publishers are awesome. There is more support than ever for self-published authors and more respect (from many, not all). But many writers still have the dream of walking into B&N and BAM there’s your book.

Excuse me, I haven’t stared at my inbox in about fifteen minutes so I’d better be going.

Cabin Fever

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Day 346

We’ve been adrift in the sea of sickness and winter for 346 days now. I can tell by the markings the small banshee child has been leaving on the walls. So it’s either day 346 or day 14. She’s only two. Perhaps we should hire another person to keep the records.

Supplies are running low. We have plenty of food but none of the small people will eat it. They seem to be under the impression that they are royalty and will only eat “open sandwiches.” That means that I, the scullery maid, am forced to make 37 almond butter sandwiches per day. Cut the crust off, spread the almond butter (a workout…almond butter isn’t very spready) and leave the sandwich open. The young royalty will then smash the open sandwiches into every available surface, preferably upholstery or the floor.

The animals on this ship just seem to be multiplying. We now have more cats than Grey Gardens…I think. You can’t put your foot down without stepping on a cat. I spin cat hair into yarn most of the night for making sweaters to protect us from the drafts in this 1,000 year old house.

The mice are seeking shelter here as well. Every night at 2 am, I wake up terrified because a cat is playing with a squeaking, half-dead mouse right outside of my bedroom door. These mice must be smart like the mice from Cinderella. What I wouldn’t give for these mice to be Cinderella mice…*sigh.* I tried to put a hat on one of the mice but it wouldn’t hold still. Also, why do mice have to scurry so much? It’s very upsetting.

We’ve been through a terrible storm. The waves were so rough that every single toy we have fell off the shelf and into the floor where it remains. The royal children don’t pick up their own toys. That is the scullery maid’s job, obviously. All the clothes are also dirty which must be blamed on the storm as well.

Have threatened many things this morning, such as “I’m never feeding any of you ever again, ever,” and “Fine. I’ll just throw all of your toys away. ALL OF THEM.” I vow to keep my word. Other words I vow to keep include: never making another sandwich, never taking you people to Disney, never cleaning again, never having fun again, and so on.

The only acceptable part of this voyage is that I don’t feel at all guilty for letting us all watch too much tv. It’s all we have left.

Fare the well everyone. It is now sleeting so it would appear that our time all together has been extended. I’m going to go find a closet to hide in.

Cover Reveal! Victoria Bright’s The Daring Assignment

I’m so pleased to reveal the cover for Victoria Bright’s The Daring Assignment which releases on March 17, 2015 from Booktrope Publishing.

One assignment will change her entire life.

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I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, especially him…

I was living the dream. I had a great career as a romance author, a successful boyfriend, and am the daughter to a New York power couple. With my standing, my family groomed me to be perfect. Despite having it all, something was missing.

In an attempt to break away from my privileged, suffocating life, I searched to find my own path to happiness. After my literary agent gave me a risky writing assignment, I set out to write a best-seller that took me completely out of my comfort zone and into the arms of another man. He was only supposed to be a research toy, falling in love wasn’t a part of the plan.

As I become tangled into a huge web of lies, I quickly find out that I have a life-changing decision to make. Should I continue to live a life of comfort, stability, and misery or should I take a chance on the unknown to preserve my happiness?

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ABOUT VICTORIA BRIGHT

Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims 3 and Call of Duty when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

http://www.victoriabright.com/

https://www.facebook.com/VictoriaBrightAuthor

https://twitter.com/itsvictoria_B

Release Day – Lauren Greene’s No Turning Back

Good morning all! I’m so pleased to celebrate the release day of my friend Lauren Greene’s new book, No Turning Back!

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Kaia Hart seems to have it all: a career as a successful architect, two perfect children, and a handsome husband, Patrick, but she’s haunted by an accident in her past.  On a business call, one day, she’s surprised to find Asher, her once-love, has moved to town and will be working with her.  In “No Turning Back,” Kaia faces nightmares from her past and big decisions about her future, as the two worlds seem to collide.  Will Kaia give up everything for Asher, or will she find comfort in the arms of Patrick?

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About the Author:

Lauren Greene was born in California, but raised in Alabama. After moving away and swearing she would never come back, she moved back to Alabama with her husband and her three children. Lauren currently works in the banking field.  Lauren has been writing since she was seven years old, and she’s an avid reader.  “No Turning Back,” is her first published work. Besides writing novels, Lauren also loves to write works of flash fiction.  You can find more of Lauren’s writing on her blog and on Wattpad.

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