JUST WHAT THE GREAT PHYSICIAN ORDERED

"I had been in somewhat of a spiritual slump when I was asked to review Shh...God's Trying to Tell You Something: Speak Lord, I'm Listening, the new devotional journal by Christian author Shearon Hurst. Well, it was just what the Great Physician ordered to heal me from the blues and rekindle my passion to perform God's work and will.

In a voice that is divinely inspired, Shearon writes a daily love letter from God, cites spot-on Scriptures, and then leaves room for readers to write how they can become better obedient to His word and thereby receive the blessings that were designed just for them.

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Open the eyes of my heart Lord...

On the massive Throne Podium high above the fishbowl universe, Yahaveh looked upon Mariah sadly before he fell to his face before the Thrones; the Son of God gestured him to stand. And three and a half miles below the Throne Podium, hundreds of millions of the Martyred by the Blood waited in depressive expectation.

With tears streaming Mariah looked into The One's red eyes, sputtering on the words. “O Lord, I bring to your remembrance when all the morning stars sang with joy. Though we're stupid compared to your infinite wisdom, incline your ear to our supplications and forgive us for asking repeatedly; but tell us again, how long my Lord?

“How long will you permit your enemy dominion over those who love you? How long will they be beasts of burden, cattle, fleeced, and ridden into the dusts of death by those that absolutely hate you? How long will you allow this scalding wickedness in your face while blatantly letting our tears be disparaged, unavenged, and always ignored? How long will you let them turn your glory into shame? And how much longer must we witness the madness and blood, and see our brothers suffer blast furnace tortured without reprieve, for supposed righteousness' sake?

“And though righteousness seems an eternity in coming, we're still incapable of calling your abeyance unsound no matter how deep it wounds. With the tears and trembling hearts, we beg you Lord to end the insufferable unimaginable injustice below us. How can anyone be happy in this Heaven when our brothers are slaughtered day and night in our very faces? Bestow your favor upon your children and forget not your suffering servants, who ask for vengeance on the Synagogue of Satan that absolutely hates you, our brothers, and us…”

David shifted uncomfortably warring to align himself to holiness and The One's will. He struggled to remind himself that he was third in Command; spoke for The One, lived for The One, and was Heaven's highest Subaltern High Priest – The Light, and he fought mightily against the ‘somehow Mariah made plenty sense’. He failed.

“…Destroy the stinking Kenites now, that foolish nation who wars stupid, gallivanting the whole earth, broadcasting nauseous evil and beating down everyone who loves you! Your addictive soap opera called the fishbowl universe causes unending depressions and sadness, making the past brotherhood we once had a wisp, some meaningless memory, an unsearchable functionally unremembered that's rewarded with nothing but intolerable agony!

“If you won't consider our brokenness, please consider your precious Earth Father – the only planet not named for pagan's sake, still wearing the holy designation you bestowed when it was our Heaven so long ago. We know you love her, for you’ve proclaimed our Earth will never pass away. Reclaim the planet you gave to our greatest enemy and end this horrific nightmare, in Jesus the Exalted One's name we humbly ask...”

The three sitting on the Thrones trembled under the righteous onslaught; tears cascaded as bellows of black depression washed over they who were The One. Realizing there was no comfort, no reprieve, no time out, no consolation, no answer or action that'd bring closure to the nuclear evil that crushed millions of hearts viciously; the Lord of Hosts choked back a sob as he struggled trembling.

The Zoon vibrated mournful diapason as Mariah continued undaunted, the gold flooring before him wet with tears. “I know you're absolutely sick of us constantly in your face; but we have no recourse but to ask again and one more time. Eradicate the evil rebellious from our Heaven and destroy the Synagogue of Satan off the earth, because they're not like us, like me and you, and do not treasure brotherhood, love, or venerate you – and are constantly defecating on your holy names and everything you love.”

Mariah choked hard, backgrounded by hundreds of millions roaring repeatedly in concordance, How long Lord?

“...We strive to mediate on your infinite goodness only, but we swelter under the blackest blasphemy, ruminating on Lucifer day and night, obsessively hating his unholy guts instead of venerating the glorious how you love us. Open the eyes of our hearts Lord so we can see your glory again, for we are blind to everything but the scalding evil below us. And we stand imperfect against you for we cannot change ourselves in this one matter, though in your grace you've counted us perfect by giving us eternal life.

“But we say we’re flawed and not worthy! With ten billion tears, we've sought relief from the scalding evil below us that makes your grandness, holiness, and beauty moot and insignificant. And that's not right Lord, because we proudly wear your name in our very souls!”

Mariah fell to his knees lifting his hands dramatically to the Thrones, as the mournful weeping continued escalating nuclear, shaking the foundations of The Great House of The One.
“All creation is the mountain of the Lord; you're the God of Jacob, Abraham, and us: the judge destined to rebuke blinding stupidity. We know all souls shall beat their swords into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, and no nation shall ever lift sword against nation – and neither shall they learn war anymore.”

Vibrating under the onslaught of the roaring wails, The One wiped the hottest tears as the Zoon knelt giving brilliant respect.

“Forgive me Sire for our disrespect, for we know your ways are higher than ours, as the heavens are above the earth below us. But waiting for righteousness has become a punishing verisimilitude that causes us to constantly adjust our expectations - to the evil that grows exponentially without abatement below us. Slay the wicked now, end the bondage of corruption and offer comfort to your suffering children, for the unrepentant have drunk the cup damnation willingly with eyes wide open! Avenge my murder and the hundreds of millions like me who were slain tortured for your love, fidelity, and the soldiering hard for your immeasurable beauty...”

Mariah fell crushed in front of the Thrones literally drowning in tears, convulsing in misery and sorrow, as the thunderous escalating thunder of millions on the verge of insanity continued unabated below him. Overcome with uncontrollable emotion, David lowered his head as the hottest tears rained through his quivering hands, falling copiously onto his robe of light.

Many slow seconds ticked as The One looked sadly at Mariah, absorbing the massive auditory onslaught. He rose from his Throne overwhelmed in the bellows of wretchedness deluging him – the mournful wails of those designated the finest gold, the precious priceless, and the finished purified faithful eternal.

God paused; This could not be fixed with mere words.

And that moment became the straw that broke the camel's back. The Martyred in the Blood began to vociferate out of their minds, falling onto the floor, gyrating fitfully, drowning in the blackest agony. The righteous roars of millions bellowed blast furnace intense over The Lord of Hosts as he looked incredulously at the pandemonium below him, wiping tears.

The One drew hundreds of millions into his arms, calming them as a mother comforts a fussy baby. Yahshua entered covering each soul with the softest blanket designated the Holy Spirit. The torturous wailing instantly stopped. Yahaveh and Yahshua looked at each other stunned as the Zoon roared stridently in the background.

The Lord of Host spoke a dimensional shift into existence below his Thrones, a temporal reality a whole planet big – where the Holy Spirit saturated the very atmosphere like thick humidity. It was a million fold heavy, another reality past the brim inundated with the Living God, raining the absolute holy, and every breath inhaled designated the very Spirit of God.

And they transported Mariah and the Martyred under their Thrones. They danced blind with ecstasy and sonic joy; but every now and then, a voice departed from the encompassing joy and roared, how long Lord, before engulfed again by the Holy Spirit.

And from that day forth, every Martyred in the Blood lived under his Thrones, for The One had deep compassion and sheltered them, for they were soul-sick of the monstrous wickedness always in their faces. And Yahaveh understood their agony and respected them more for it, because it was birthed from wisdom, righteousness, and great agape love for their brothers and him...

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How art thou fallen from Heaven Lucifer...

The Universes of God 3: The Chronicles of The Antichrist preview

 

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Upon This Rock...

“Simon Peter, this is the Rabbi I told you about. He’s staying at your house.”

Simon Peter eyed Jesus suspiciously; all priests were corrupt.

“Are you one of those Rabbis that take our money like the Romans? Or are you going to tell me you’re like John the Baptist. I thought he’d help us, but he is in jail over the king’s bedroom sins – what a kick in the butt.

“No one talks about the real stinking problem – the Romans who subdue us. I could care less about the spiritual when this stinking world is going to hell and dragging me with it!”

Jesus laughed. He took a step toward Simon Peter and said, “Take the boat out again and I’ll come with you.”

He looked at him incredulously and then at Andrew. Simon Peter sighed deeply choosing his words carefully, endeavoring no disrespect; but he was tired to the bone, wet, and sore all over - it came out wrong.

“We fracking just got here; we’ve been out four stinking days! I am tired, disgusted, and miss my damn wife and children. Not today Rabbi, maybe another time.”

He turned around and screamed, "Get the nets out of the fracking boat!" He returned to help unload provisions and gear off the fishing vessel.

Andrew gave a tortured look to Jesus and ran after Peter, “Listen to the Rabbi – believe me, he’s truly a man of God. Please Simon, do this one thing – I swear on my soul you’ll not regret it.”

Simon Peter shot Jesus a long steely eye. He pouted for a moment, torn between the pleas of his brother and the Rabbi standing so coolly in the distance, as if he knew the lake better than a professional fisherman and captain of two crafts. It was ludicrous and a complete waste of time.

“Okay Rabbi, we’ll see if the fish holler halleluiah and jump into the fracking boat,” Simon Peter said dripping rabid sarcasm.

Throwing the rope into the boat, he turned to his crew, “Cast off, here we stinking go again!” Peter rolled his eyes knowingly as everyone looked at Jesus as if he had two heads.

Jesus looked at the boat moored on the adjacent dock watching James and John mending their nets; he called to them.

And Jesus, Andrew, Phillip, James and John went into the boat with the second vessel following behind. About thirty-yards off shore, Jesus, commanded them to stop and cast their nets.
Simon Peter just couldn’t help himself; he bellowed,” We are too fracking close to shore – even a stinking child knows there are no stinking fish here!”

“Just do it!” Andrew shouted from the other boat.

Simon Peter threw up his hands rolling his eyes wildly, face red with atomic rage; he reluctantly gave the order and the nets were cast.

Two minutes later, Jesus commanded them to pull up the nets.
Simon Peter exploded. “You’re a fracking joke and I don’t care what my stinking brother says; you don’t know what you’re doing! Stick to stinking preaching man of God!”

Cursing under his breath, he shot Jesus a blistering look and ordered the nets up – he was going home; this was kindergarten ridiculous. And what bothered him the most was that Jesus never reacted to his anger, but kept a countenance of utter peace. The last thought that crossed his mind before he realized the nets were full was; this guy is a fracking lunatic.

The crews’ bulging muscles sheening with sweat from the effort strained retrieving the heavy nets. Thousands of fish were flopping on the bottom of the boat, while both crews attempted to find traction on the thigh-deep carpet of flopping fish; and still the nets budged in the waters. As they returned to the shore, both boats were so filled with fish that they threatened to sink. When the two ships returned, hundreds of stunned fishermen flocked around them as the story was spread throughout the docks.

The crews in the background were loudly praising the Lord and Jesus. Simon Peter fell to his knees with tears burning his cheek, “Leave from me Rabbi for I’m truly a wicked man...”

 

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Where are all the good men?

Valentine's has come and         gone. You may still be single but have made a resolution to do something about it.

There is help out there: Professional dating counselors give dating advice and look for a partner for your love life like headhunters for professionals.

First Coast Living featured me, the former Matchmaker from Ireland on 6 February '14 on their program.
Why is it so difficult to meet somebody these days? With a busy life and time restrictions on their hands, many viewers had this and other questions for me. Honestly, they keep popping up as they did in Dublin where I had my agency:
- Where are all the good men?
- Where do you go once you are over 40?
- How safe is online dating?
- Why do people lie online?
- Where is my soul mate?
- How do I know that men don't just want a hook up for the night? etc.
TV segments are notoriously short (3-5minutes usually), so it's impossible to answer all these questions. My book Next Time Lucky:How to Find Your Mr. Right offers many answers and the new step by step guide gives invaluable information about how to get back into the dating game, especially when you're over 40 and coming out of a long relationship.
Available on Kindle and Nook too, it's just the price of a cup of coffee and has longer staying power and more entertainment value.
See the reviews on my site and trust the experience and advice of Ireland's former Chief Cupid.

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Slacking Off Of NaNoWriMo?

Not exactly...

Ok giving myself less than a month to edit that book I was working on until I'm comfortable with putting it away for awhile wasn't long enough. Close there, looking at what I have left to polish on it, I should be satisfied with my new draft of The Illumination Query in less than 4 days.

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AUTHORS DO MORE THAN WRITE BOOKS

 

It takes a great deal of courage to submit a manuscript for possible publication. Many writers spend months, even years, putting down on paper what they feel will be, if not the Great American Novel, then at least a darn good one. They look back with pleasure on the long hours of pounding the keyboard in producing that first draft. With less excitement they recall the grueling days and nights editing that first attempt into something they hope will be presentable in the marketplace.

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A Patient in Time: Jojutsu

Along with the rest of my books, A patient in time: Jojutsu is an at times riveting, at others difficult and at still yet others colourful mix of short stories (parables) and frivolousies taken from difficult moments in my life, and ripped to the page for all to see. Also concerns my (beginning) investigations into martial arts on the web.

In pursuit of the goal of excellence, A Patient in Time: Jojutsu is divided into two parts. The first, is mostly a collection of stories and self driven narrative. Eclectic as it is deep, this section of the book also introduces the reader both into my writing style, and my (via my protagonist Jojo) way of living.It is from this that the second half of the book takes its manifest. Jojutsu is a style like none before it. Also chistened by the author is ‘Fa chi dao’ or weak monkey style, this is a movement of fingers and hands. Chests and necks. It is about submission over resistance and compliance over combat. But most of all it is calling to draw from a strength within, described by stories and ideas, to beat the enemy and stand triumphant! But most of all it is a journey, started many years before this book was written and finished many years after. So this is a moment. Some ideas, some discipline, nothing less nothing more. Enjoy.

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Jojo's Amazing Adventure

Jojo's Amazing Adventure is a collection of original short stories with inspirations broad and vast. Ranging from Chinese, Hindu and Muslim myths, to more modern inventions closer to home. Jojo the protagonist here within, is sometimes portrayed as a villain, at others a hero. It is up to you the reader to ultimately decide which box you wish to place him!

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Author's Info Magazine - September 2013 Issue

Meet Author Luna Charles the author on the cover of the very first issue of our very own Author's Info Magazine - September 2013 Issue.

The premiere issue this September of the Author's Info Magazine is presenting to you Luna Charles as author of the month. This hard working mother and wife is new to Arthur's info however she has created a fan club and blogs regularly on the site. Luna is very busy with 2 books published, a third book coming and plans to release a new short story as an eBook each month for free in her Author's Info fan club.

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Review – ‘Across the Waters of Time: Pliny Remembered’

For the full review please see my blog article at http://richardabbott.authorsxpress.com/2013/08/20/review-across-the-waters-of-time-pliny-remembered/ - these are short extracts taken from the full article highlighting the main points.

I came away from Ken Parejko’s Across the Waters of Time: Pliny Remembered with very mixed feelings. On the plus side – and these are very large plus features – this is a beautifully conceived book, with a powerful and compelling imaginative sweep and some marvellously lyrical passages of writing. The presentation of Pliny’s interior thought-world, and its evolution through his lifetime, is splendid, and the historical events Ken chooses to illuminate this come over as pivotal to Pliny, and in some cases centrally important to the entire first century AD. It is a book which can be highly recommended in these grounds alone.

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11th Commandment

Mark Christensen’s, new novel, “11th Commandment” has been released and is available through bookstores as well as Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble Nook. Mark will be doing book signings and speaking engagements in his 500 city USA book tour. His novel has been nominated for 2013 Pulitzer Prize!

 11th Commandment is a poignant and powerful exploration of the tragedies wrought by the victimization and abuse of children. Drawing the reader with insight and dead-on observation of the atrocious tragedy of child abuse committed daily by American Adults, no one will close its pages without an impression of the devastation suffered by so many of our children. It will be the readers who will champion for The 11th Commandment, “Honor Thy Children,” be etched into every bible printed.

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Kirkus Review of 11th Commandment

11TH COMMANDMENT

Christensen, Mark A.

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The Seed. Love story of grandparents raising grandchildren.

 

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New Release Review For Take Me Now (Take Me Now #1) by Faith Sullivan

I just want to say a few words about Faith Sullivan. Usually this is not the norm for me but I feel like I have to share with my readers why I love Faith Sullivan's writing. The first book I ever read from Faith was Unexpected. Unexpected is a story about a girl who is in New York attending college when 9/11 happens. I have to say that I laughed and I cried while reading this book.Faith knows how to write a story like no one's business. She catches you right from the first page and keeps you riveted to the end needing more like you need air to breathe. I am so proud of Faith. She has written so many books and with each book I read from her I beam like a proud mother because she keeps getting better and better! So Faith I want to say I am so proud of you and please keep writing because I need more Eric's and Adam's in my life! 
 
Synopsis:
 
How do you survive the internship from hell?
 
Don't fall in love.
 
Ivy thought being a reporter-in-training at the Independent Gazette would be her dream summer job. Little did she know, interviewing Eric, a landscaper with a heart of gold, would derail her plans. It turns out Ivy's boss, Lauren, has been eyeing his chiseled physique for quite some time.
 
But at twenty-four, Eric already has a tragic past, one that he is still reeling from. Even though his ordeal turned him into some sort of local celebrity, it's been a while since he's shared his bed with anyone. When he comes to Ivy's rescue out of the blue, it's not long before the two of them start seeing each other behind Lauren's back. When they get caught, Ivy's journey toward a college degree is jeopardized and her relationship with Eric is severely put to the test.
 
Career versus love? In the end, a shocking turn of events provides Ivy with a revelation she never saw coming.
 
Goodreads:
 
My Review
 
5 of 5 Eric Young
 
Take Me Now..... where to begin my review...... lord knows I have been through this before with Faith's books. I love how she can pull you in and then rip your heart right out. The push and pull of the characters always has me screaming or crying or just plain out shocked by their behavior and Take Me Now is no exception! I mean it took me a few days to read it because I have been having more migraines so my reading has slowed down but Boy oh Boy did I cry and then I laughed and then I screamed to only get to the ending and say what in the hell!!!!!!!!!
 
Ivy is finishing up her semester before summer break. She needs to do her internship and she has no idea where she is going to do her internship until her best Ryan tells her she can intern for his step sisters newspaper. Ivy is so excited she could not be more happy because Ryan has come through for her and she is determined to make him proud. But when she reaches her new job she is greeted by a boss from hell. Ryan forgot to tell Ivy that his stepsister Lauren was a real live b$%^#.
 
Ivy's first assignment is to get the low down on a recluse business owner for Lauren. Lauren wants to know everything about him because she wants this man and she will stop at nothing to get him. As soon as Ivy starts out on her errands for Lauren she finds herself staring right into the eyes of her crush Will. She has to work with Will and she is not so sure she can do it because Will has been her crush her whole entire life and she has never dated anyone because she has waited for Will to notice her. But once again Will does what he does best and that is flat out ignores her and uses her when it is needed.
 
Ivy has finally seen the light and has decided that she is better off without Will in her life. So next stop Mr. Recluse and when her car breaks down and she walks the back roads for a few miles and stumbles upon Mr. Recluse she can see why Lauren wants him for herself. As Ivy and Mr. Recluse whose name is Eric get closer things start to go from bad to worse for Ivy and Eric. Lauren is determined to have him and Ryan is determined to have Ivy at any cost. What happens in this story is nothing short of amazing! I loved all the characters even the bad ones. So I am dying to see what happens in book two. Faith I need it like I need air to breathe!!!!!!!!!! 
 
Author Bio:
About Me:
 
I really hate talking about myself. My goal is to have the shortest author bio imaginable. I would much rather have a conversation with my readers.
 
Are you able to escape within my pages?
Does my writing make you feel something?
Are there characters that you can't get out of your head?
 
Let me know! 
 
Email me at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it. or on Twitter at @_FaithSullivan_
 
 
Random Things about Me
 
- I was so much smarter as a teenager.
 
- I am a slow reader.
 
- I tend to like a book more for its characters than its plot.
 
- I appreciate people who are genuinely kind and come through when you need them.
 
- It's true, creative people are not always fun to live with, but we keep things interesting.
 
- I miss the days when all I had was a rotary phone without even an answering machine.
 
- I'm a child of the 1980s, and a teenager of the 1990s.
 
- I love my dog.
 
- I love to travel and see new places - when my limited budget allows.
 
- I think in another lifetime I lived in the UK somewhere by the coast.
 
- When I feel an emotion, I feel it deeply. It's a curse.
 
- I have an overactive imagination. Writing helps alleviate that problem.
 
- Nine times out of ten, I believe a good book trumps reality hands down.

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Book Enthusiast Promotions Presents A Cover Reveal For Spark (Spark, #1) by Brooke Cumberland

Book: Spark
Author: Brooke Cumberland
Genre: New Adult/Romance/Erotica/Contemporary
Release date: August 13, 2013
 
 
 
When your past controls your future, how do you move forward? Velaney Wills knows about that all too well. Weak, powerless, and fearing the one person who has hurt her the most…can she overcome the barriers to move forward? 
 
Being saved by a muscled Godsend was never on her agenda, but when firefighter, Eric Reilley comes into her life unexpectedly, everything changes. Velaney has never felt loved or cared for, and her past prevents her from letting anyone in. Eric manages to break down her walls – despite the repercussions that come for them afterwards. 
 
They have an undeniable spark – something she has never felt before, but will it be enough? Can love overcome all obstacles? Can they save each other to protect their love or will her past shatter everything she never knew she needed…?
 
 **Spark is for mature audiences only – strong language, explicit sexual content, and sexual abuse are apparent.** 
 
 
 
Brooke is a midwestern gal, from the cheese state of Wisconsin! Go Packers! She's a stay-at-home mom of three beautiful children (one daughter & two stepsons) and a black fury dog. She's studied psychology in college, and counseling and education in graduate school where she found her love for writing. Most days you can find her reading or writing, or just hanging out with her family! She loves movies, cooking, and shopping! She's addicted to Starbucks, Coach purses, and wearing yoga pants. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The shower feels absolutely amazing. The cold water hits my face washing all the dirt and ash off of me. I rinse my hair, washing it twice to make sure the smell is gone. I scrub my face getting the ash out of my pores. I stay an extra ten minutes just letting the water run off me. 
 
Finally, I get out and grab a towel. Oh crap, wouldn’t you know, no towel. That was the downside to working on laundry day. I peek out my bedroom door and call out to Carissa, “Riss! Can you bring me a towel?” I’m shivering from the windows being left open blowing air right over my bare skin. “Riss!” Ugh, she’s not answering. 
 
I peek out and see she’s nowhere to be found. Oh, what the heck. I tiptoe down the hall and across the living room. Our rooms are on opposite sides of the apartment, which benefits me greatly when she brings guy friends over. We had our own bathrooms as well, leaving little to argue about. “Where the heck are you…son of a—” I quickly cover my parts with my freezing cold hands as I hear him laugh. 
 
“Turn around!” I demand. He continues laughing as the blood drains from my face completely. My face is pale, and I could die right now. Literally die. “Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb ya there.” The southern tone comes from his sweet lips. Eric. He blinks several times before finally covering his eyes. Oh holy balls, he just saw me naked. Butt naked. And wet. 
 

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Cover Reveal & Excerpt From Playing With Her Heart (Caught Up In Us #3) by Lauren Blakely

Synopsis:
 
When you’re acting the role of a lifetime, how can you know if love is real—or all just a part of the show?
 
Twenty-three year old rising theater star Jill McCormick has built a life out of pretending. Pretending she’s happy, pretending her long-distance crushes add up to something real, pretending she’s not haunted by the dark secret that shattered her world six years ago. Cast in her first Broadway show, she desperately needs to keep her façade intact, but that’s before she comes face to face with her devastating new boss…
 
Hot-shot director Davis Milo knows the first rule of directing: never fall for your leading lady. Captivated by Jill’s raw talent, he fights his feelings, but watching Jill on-stage with another man is more than his jealous streak can take. Keeping things professional isn’t an option. He wants all of her.
 
Soon the ingénue and her director are staying late in the empty theater, their private rehearsals spiraling into new, forbidden territory. Caught up between fiction and reality, Jill struggles to find the truth in all their staged kisses. But how can she be sure that what she feels is real, and not a part of the play? And when two people spend their lives pretending, what happens after the final curtain falls?
 
 Goodreads:
 
EXCERPT:
 
He glances down at the black pumps. “Nice shoes.”
As I follow his eyes, I realize my hand is on his shirt, my fingers
fisted around the cloth, clutching it. I should let go. But I don’t.
 
Because I can’t help but notice he has that clean and freshly showered
smell that makes any woman want to lean in and lick a guy’s neck.
Close her eyes. Inhale, and trail a tongue all the way to his
earlobe, enjoying the sound of a low groan.
 
“Nice shirt,” I say softly, running my index finger across one smooth
button. Then I look up to find him staring down at me. His dark blue
eyes aren’t cold anymore. They’re not keeping me at bay. Instead,
they’re heated, searching mine.
 
It’s hypnotic the way he looks at me. Completely hypnotic, as the
room goes quiet, the air between us charged.
 
I press my teeth against my lips, and I think, but I’m not entirely
sure, because thought has vanished, that I nod briefly, almost as if
I’m giving him permission. Then he bends towards me, and my breath
catches. Before I even process rationally what’s happening, his lips
are on mine, and my pulse is racing.
 
 It’s a barely there kiss, just
him brushing his soft lips against mine, but I want more. So I pull
him closer and deepen the kiss. He groans, and then suddenly his hands
are in my hair, and he’s twining his fingers through my long, blond
strands, and tugging me close.
 
 I thought I was leading this kiss, but
I’m not anymore, because he’s claiming me, tracing his tongue across
my top lip, then nipping at the bottom lip, then kissing me so deeply
and with so much heat that I shudder..
 
 That only makes him kiss me
harder, and everything else falls away because this is a kiss I can
feel in every single cell in my body. Deep, and fevered and
possessive.
 
It makes me feel things I’m not supposed to want.
 
My heart pounds wildly as he presses closer, so dangerously near to
me that I want him to slam me against him. Let him touch me all over.
His lips own me, his hands want to know me, and I swear I might
combust from this kind of electric contact.
 
He breaks the kiss and I’m not honestly sure where I am anymore. Or
who I am. I look at him, at Davis, but everything is so hazy right
now, that I don’t know what to say. I don’t think he does either,
because he doesn’t speak for a moment. He shakes his head, and
swallows, collecting himself. As if he doesn’t know how that happened
either.
 
“I’m sorry,” he says, then steps back, pushing his hand roughly
through his hair. He looks away from me, staring at some distant point
 
on the wall. “That was a mistake,” he says quietly.
 
About The Author:
 
Lauren Blakely is an unabashed fan of clever jokes, toast, and good guys in novels. Like the heroine in CAUGHT UP IN US, she thinks life should be filled with movie kisses and coffee drinks. Lauren lives in California with her husband and children, and spends her days writing both true stories and make-believe ones.
 
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Love Love By Beth Michele On Sale At Amazon & Barnes and Nobles

 
 
Synopsis:
 
Gabrielle Willis is smart. She's funny. And oh yes, she's a bit klutzy. 
 
When Gabrielle left sunny California bound for the energy of Manhattan, she was willingly leaving the life she had known for the new life she would create. But was she really leaving something behind or was she running away?
 
On the outside, Gabrielle Willis has it all under control. A new life in Manhattan, a great roommate, and a good job. But she is haunted. Haunted by a memory she's tried to forget and by a family who's abandoned her. But what happens when what's on the outside is only an illusion and in perfect contradiction to what's buried deep within?
 
Enter Dane Rhodes. He's gorgeous, smart, and sexy as hell. Just what Gabby wants, or so she thinks. But when she meets Brad Dixon, the sweet guy with the crooked smile, he begins to make her see that the very thing she is trying to run from is the very thing that just may push her to see the light.
 
**New Adult Contemporary Romance. Due to language & sexual content, this book is recommended for readers 17 & older**
 
 
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Beth Michele (pen name for Beth Michele Luciano)
 
Beth Michele is a wife, a mom, an author and a lover of all things chocolate, well, anything sweet really. While stuffing chocolate in her face, she enjoys reading young adult and new adult novels furiously, and spending time with her husband and two adorable children who keep her on her peppermint pink painted toes. Those same children who inspire her to tell silly stories that cause hysterical giggles to tumble from their bellies.
 
Beth loves to laugh and loves to have a good cry, especially after reading a novel that stretches her soul, the ones that make her feel, and linger in the corners of her beating heart.
 
Beth began writing when she was in middle school, penning anything from short stories, to poetry, and then later to write children’s books. Her debut novel, Love Love is due out May 8, 2013.
 
“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams” - Willy Wonka
 
My husband said something not too long ago that resonated with me. He said "you've been a writer your whole life and you didn't even know it." The more I thought about it, the more it felt like a truth. Ever since I was young, I've written poems, edited letters, written short stories, children's stories, but yet I'd never considered myself "a writer." I kept thinking to myself...am I really a writer? I'm passionate about it, but can I really do this? The fear kicked in, but then I finally said screw the fear, and suddenly became inspired. So much so, that I was writing on the back of blank deposit slips, on soggy paper in the shower, on the backs of grocery receipts...Anywhere inspiration hit me.
 
I'm happy to say that my first novel Love Love will be coming out this year. This is the most amazing thing I've ever done and I feel so many things...blessed, appreciative, overwhelmed, nervous, bubbling with butterflies, but mostly I feel excitement and especially gratitude for all of the love and support.
 
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ATOMR Presents A New Release Promo For Painted Boots by Mechelle Morrison

Title: Painted Boots
Author: Mechelle Morrison
Release date: July 15, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: mature Young Adult
 
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
 
EXCERPT 1:
 
It’s been four weeks since I poured my heart against Kyle’s sleeve. Four weeks since we gave each other a full body hug on the front porch of my house. That day had me feeling so good about things: about Mom and life, about going on. But since that day Kyle and I have hardly spoken.
 
I don’t get it.
 
He frowns through class, with his head down. No more poetic insights. No thoughtful answers. When we cross paths in the hall he says, “Hey Aspen,” and keeps on walking, pretending he can’t see the questions burning in my eyes. It’s pathetic, but the more he ignores me the more I listen to his music on YouTube, feeling stupid for telling him about my mom, stupid for falling apart in his arms. I hate how inside I seem broken, like telling Kyle the truth has come back to mock me, shredding my new-found happiness with the same precision a magpie exhibits for road kill.
 
Book Description:
 
When her father drags her to a new life in Wyoming, Aspen Brand doesn’t expect to fall for a cowboy named Kyle Thacker—but she does. At seventeen, Aspen and Kyle share unexpected ground: guitar, running, physics. And guilt. Aspen blames herself for her mother’s car accident, while Kyle can’t find a way past his brother’s suicide.
 
On their first date they open up to each other, forging an unbreakable bond between them. But Kyle has spent two years living with a vicious secret—one his ex-girlfriend will do anything to protect—and sharing his truth with Aspen makes her a target. Now if Kyle is to be her love story, Aspen must first win the fight of her life.
 
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EXCERPT 2:
 
Above us, the Christmas lights flicker.
 
I know about sex and stuff—I mean, Mom bored me with her lectures until I thought I’d scream. And I’ve seen my share of movie-love, so it’s not like I don’t know the motions. But none of that is this. This is me alone, with Kyle touching my body and tasting my mouth and pressing against my legs. I’ve never let a guy get this far. Some inner boundary has always clicked in my head. But I’m not feeling boundaries now. I want Kyle’s hands on my bare skin. I want his touch. I want to explore him and be explored, but I should probably tell him, “I’m not ready for sex.”
 
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EXCERPT 3:
 
As Kyle walks to my bedside, my eyes fill with tears. I want him to wrap his arms around me and hold me like he’ll never let me go, the way he did the day we danced together at Monsters Stomp. I want to hear his beautiful, tenor voice telling me everything will be all right, that his heart hasn’t changed. But all he does is hunch over me, resting his forearms on the white railing between us. When Kyle gathers my hand in his, Dad coughs and mumbles something. Then Dad’s gone.
 
Maybe Kyle was waiting for Dad to go. Maybe now he’ll pull off his boots and climb up next to me and settle by my side. I want to cradle my head on his shoulder while we talk and talk and talk. I crave the warmth of his body. I need the soothing sound of his voice. But he just stands there.
 
He inspects my hand for a while, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles with careful, light strokes, his wheels turning. Terrifying silence builds between us. I worry this is all too much for him, that knowing Em hurt me brings back too many bad memories of his own. It’s possible that what she did to me scares him, like he’s next or something. Maybe his demons are too strong, even stronger than all the intimate things we emailed back and forth: putting our bodies together and kissing and our future and stuff.
 
Kyle’s gaze shifts. He’s so intent on wherever he’s looking that I follow his stare to the far white wall of the room. A watercolor print hangs there, framed in cheap bleached wood, the flowery bouquet faded into tone-on-tone. As I look at it, the image blurs into nothing. I hate waiting on what he’s going to say. I don’t want to hear him grope around for a perfectly phrased good-bye. Not now. I draw one breath and turn to face him, determined to ask him what he’s thinking. It’s better just to know. But before I can speak, his eyes lock on mine.
 
About the Author:
 
Mechelle Morrison loves language--she's always wished she could speak and write them all. She lives for chocolate, lazy summer days, spontaneously funny things . . . and family. She's sort of scared of dogs.
 
When she's not reading or writing or wandering the world, she can be found in her backyard in Utah with her husband, their daughter and the bevy of quail that live behind their garage.
 
If she didn't write she'd make stop-motion animation shorts. So she does that anyway.
 
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EXCERPT 4:
 
Kyle pulls my boots from my feet then lifts my legs, gently easing me down until I’m lying flat on my back in bed.
 
He stands over me, deliberating, as I relax. “I need to see what happened to you,” he says.
 
“No, you don’t. It’s gross.”
 
He leaves me long enough to close his bedroom door, locking it with a firm click. “Let me see anyway.”
 
I reach for the buttons on my shirt, but my fingers only twist at the mother-of-pearl. “I can’t,” I say. “It’s too embarrassing.”
 
Kyle roughs his hair. He walks to the other side of his bed. After a few moments he removes his shirt and tosses it for a chair. He grabs the back of his tee and with both hands, pulls it over his head. The small white scars peppering his shoulders glow in the lamplight, like ice crystals on a frosted window. He folds the tee flat and shoves it under his pillow.
 
His boots are next, followed by the clink of metal on metal, soft as distant bells, as he unfastens his belt. He unbuttons his jeans and takes them off one leg at a time, revealing green plaid boxers.
 
“Um. What are you doing?” I ask.
 
He snuggles into the covers then, pulling the sheet and comforter over himself. My side twinges as my body tilts toward his weight. After a bit of wriggling, his boxers and thick gray wool socks fly for the chair. “Naked communication,” he says.
 
Event ‘Giveaway’: The author is hosting a Release Giveaway 
 
(2) Signed Print Copies of Painted Boots – US/Canada
 
(1) Swag: Ceramic mug from the author’s ‘AspenBlovesKyleT’ Etsy store (a mug with the lyrics from Kyle’s songs on it) and (1) Pair of Vintage Earrings – US/Canada 
 
(2) eBook Copies of Painted Boots - International
 
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