But don’t despair, Viddy and Trance, as well as their kids, have their own Christmas story, too!
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Tuesday, December 19, 2023
Book Release Blitz for Big Nick Energy by Lani Lynn Vale (REVIEW)…….
But don’t despair, Viddy and Trance, as well as their kids, have their own Christmas story, too!
Thursday, August 24, 2023
Book Tour for Detroit by Sadie Rose (REVIEW)……
Thursday, June 22, 2023
Book Tour for Level Up by Sadie Rose (REVIEW)………
Tuesday, May 30, 2023
Book Tour for I’m With the Band by Tanith Davenport (REVIEW & GIVEAWAY)…..
“Ready, Dani?” Tawny asked, just as a reminder to Lola that she was the one in charge, thank you very much. “Keep the camera on Marsh for now.”
“Ready to go.” Dani held a hand up alongside the camera, three fingers aloft. “Three, two, one.”
“So what made you decide to do this documentary?” Lola asked. The tone of her voice was a little off, almost excited, and Tawny eyed her suspiciously.
Marsh tilted his head, shrugging. “The band and I are entering a new phase of working. We’re ready to look back over our past as well as turn towards the future.”
“Look back over the past...” Lola paused, although to Tawny it didn’t seem as though she needed to think about her next question. “Do you have any regrets from your past?”
Marsh glanced across at Tawny. “Many things happened in the course of my career that I’m proud of. But I also lost a lot of people along the way. And some of them I will always regret losing.”
A stone seemed to settle in Tawny’s stomach.
“You’ve had a varied career,” Lola commented coolly. “And now you’re releasing a greatest hits album. Would you say that and the documentary are intended to rejuvenate a failing career?”
What?
Tawny’s gaze snapped towards Lola at the same time as Marsh’s did, but Marsh spoke first.
“This interview is over.”
And, holding up one hand towards the camera, he stalked out of the room, brushing past Tawny on his way.
Tanith has had short stories published by Totally Bound, Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
Book Cover Reveal for Level Up by Sadie Rose………
Tuesday, January 10, 2023
Book Release Blast for Ice Burn by L.A. Cotton (REVIEW)……..
Arrogant. Angry. With enough attitude to freeze over Lake Erie, he’s determined not to let anyone help him.
When he finds himself exiled to the small coastal town after a scandal that could ruin his hockey career before it gets started, his plans for summer break are dashed.
He’s Lakeshore U’s bad boy on the ice. She’s sunshine, smiles, and something that feels a lot like hope. But can Dayna melt Aiden’s heart?
Or will she end up burned?
Tuesday, December 20, 2022
Book Teaser Tuesday for Manticore by Kate Hill (GIVEAWAY)…………
Friday, December 16, 2022
Book Release Blast for Wrap Up My Life by Hayley Faiman (REVIEW)………
Bans has always been the nerd. He’s the computer tech for the Nasty Bastards MC, but he sees something in Moxie. What he sees, he likes and wants for himself. He doesn’t just want to fix her. He wants to wrap her up and keep her.
She’s a shell. Broken beyond repair. But when Bans looks at her, she feels something that she hasn’t in far too long. Hope.
He has watched her go through hell. She has put herself through self-sabotage for far too long. The holidays are a time for renewal, rebirth, and leaving the past...in the past. But can she move forward when her entire adult life has been nothing but a lie?
Friday, November 4, 2022
Book Blitz for Let There Be Snow by Charlotte Rains Dixon (GIVEAWAY)………
Christmas isn’t Christmas without snow.
So Dixie Dunham believes.
But she’s about to experience a Christmas with nothing but cold, gray rain after taking a job at the Starlight Winery in Pineview, Oregon, smack in the middle of wine country. Dixie likes her new job at the winery and she’s hoping owners Jamie and Ernest will soon name her to the position of national sales manager. She’s certain the proposal she’s working on for a city-sponsored contest will cement her claim to the job. That would be something to impress the friends and family she left behind in New York.
And Dixie is desperate to impress them, seeing as how she fled after her fiancée jilted her at the altar in favor of her maid-of-honor best friend. Now as the December days shorten and darken and Pineview celebrates the season with lavish decorations and festive events, it’s hitting Dixie hard how much she’s lost. All she has left besides her job is the company of her loyal dog, Bo. And a Christmas without snow.
When Jamie and Ernest introduce her to their good friend Max Pettigrew, who has just moved from Paris back to Pineview after a wrenching divorce, she’s instantly attracted to him. But Max Pettigrew never met a woman he didn’t want to flirt with. All in the strictest of innocence, of course. Too bad what he thinks is charming flirtatiousness is off-putting to Dixie. Ridiculously handsome he may be, but he’s also ridiculously annoying. And she does not need more annoyance in her life. When the two of them turn out to be vying to win the same city contest, her annoyance turns to anger. But Max grows more determined to win her over, inviting her to the Pineview Christmas parade and holiday parties, and turning to a stream of self-help books to help improve himself.
Can Max mend his entitled bro ways? Will Dixie get her promotion, and perhaps more important, her snow at Christmas in rainy Oregon?
EXCERPT:
“Bo, hush,” she called and commanded him to sit before opening the door, only too late remembering it wasn’t the best idea to open the door without knowing who was there. Well, she’d have the security of the screen door. As if. It was an old wood screen, old-fashioned and lovely but absolutely no protection.
Max Pettigrew stood on the front porch.
She didn’t need protection from him.
He raised one hand in a dorky wave. It matched the dorky grin on his face. “Hi.”
Her heart did a gymnastics flip. Maybe she did need protection from him.
“Um, hi?” She stiffened her shoulders. Was this weird for him to suddenly show up on her doorstep? Maybe he was a mad stalker.
“I’m not a mad stalker,” Max said. “But I am here to kidnap you and take you to the parade. Because I figure you probably have the mother of all hangovers and if there’s one thing I know that cures them, it’s a hair of the dog and some nice fatty treats.” He lifted the large blue tote bag he was carrying. “And I’ve got both in here, in the form of wine and stinky gooey French cheese. And bread—which is also excellent for soaking up the alcohol. Never mind that you’re going to be consuming more. Plus, the parade will cheer you up.”
“I’m not sad,” she said. Lying.
“Yes, you are. You’ve been sad all year. You told me so last night. And that’s no way to live your life.”
Just then, Bo nosed the screen open and pushed his way out, heading straight for Max, who knelt to pet him. Bo, the dog who never let any man get close to her and barked madly at any human of the male persuasion, preened under his touch. Traitorous canine.
Max turned his attention from the dog to her. “So put a warm coat on and some good socks and let’s--”
He was interrupted by a loud alarm. The smoke detector. She whipped her head around and realized the house was filling with smoke. “Oh, crap, the cookies.”
She ran into the kitchen, dimly aware of the screen banging and Max close behind her, Bo following everyone and barking. The smoke grew thicker as they neared the kitchen, where great swaths of it billowed from the oven. She opened the door with one hand and groped for a hot pad with the other. When she didn’t find one, Dixie grabbed a dish towel and yanked the door open, grasping the edge of the cookie sheet.
“Youch! Hot!”
She promptly dropped it on the floor with a loud clatter. Burned bits of cookie flew everywhere and Bo rushed in to nose at them.
“Shit!” Dixie yelled.
Max bent to the floor and using the hem of his coat, grasped the cookie sheet and wrestled it into the sink. He turned on the faucet and the blackened cookies fell off in chunks. Bo happily scarfed up the cookie bits that remained on the linoleum. Max grinned at Dixie, pointing to his coat. “Thermal,” and then, “Perhaps baking is not your forte.”
“I’m an excellent baker,” Dixie huffed.
“Uh, huh.”
Dixie scowled. “Don’t your self-help books counsel you against dissing women?”
Max grinned and waved his hands through the smoke that was now dissipating. He grabbed the spatula and scraped a corner of completely charred cookie off the pan and held it up in the air, inspecting it.
“Excellent baker, indeed.”
She couldn’t help it. She started laughing. He joined in and soon the two of them were laughing uncontrollably.
“I guess this is a sign,” Dixie said when she finally got hold of herself. “I’ll go to the stupid Christmas parade with you.”
When not writing fiction, Charlotte teaches writing in England, the south of France, and around the Pacific Northwest. She also coaches writers privately. She is Director Emeritus and a current mentor at the Writer's Loft, a certificate-in-writing program at Middle Tennessee State University. She earned her MFA in creative writing from Spalding University and is also the author Emma Jean’s Bad Behavior.
Charlotte lives with her husband in Portland, Oregon, in a multi-generational home that is by turns boisterous and exuberant but seldom quiet. She believes no breakfast is complete without a crossword puzzle to work and no Happy Hour can actually be happy without popcorn. (Wine goes without saying.) Despite frequent stays in France, she regularly fractures the language. She is, however, fluent in Carney.
Charlotte writes stories about places you long to live filled with people you’d love to know.
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Monday, May 30, 2022
Book Cover Reveal for Violins and Vampires by CEE BEE (GIVEAWAY)……
Is Lexa leaving her old prison just to enter a worse one...or is Caelin Vass all he seems and more?
Vass looms before me right now. He's all broad-shoulders, brown hair, and searing dark eyes. Imagine a Celtic god in a three-piece suit; that's the general idea. We stand in his office—a place that's all plush leather chairs and heavy wooden furniture.
Sadly, Vass and I aren't alone. Some chick in a kimono kneels before him. She toys with his belt buckle with ill intent. And by ill intent, I mean she's about to give my potential employer a blow job.
In his fancypants office. Right in front of me.
Wish I could say this is the first time something like this happened. It isn't. I also wish I didn't want to punch Kimono Chick in the throat and take her place.
Yet I do.
Still, I must stay away from Vass' pants and get this gig. Why? It pays one hundred grand a month. For someone like me, that money's literally a life-saver.
Across the room, Kimono Chick smirks so hard, it's a wonder her face doesn't get stuck that way. "Join in or get out."
Meanwhile, Vass stares at me with a smoking hot look that makes my thighs clench. He knows the affect all this has on me.
Stupid Vass.
Stupid thighs.
Which leads to a big decision: do I go for the job, the belt buckle, or the door?
































