Thursday, May 5, 2016

Cover Reveal! Power of Love by #Author Anne Conley

Cover Reveal!!

Title:  Power of Love
Series:  Book B!tches, book 1
Author:  Anne Conley
Genre:  Contemporary Romantic Suspense with elements of the Paranormal 
Cover Design by Laura Hidalgo
Photography by Eric Battershell
Model:  Michael Joseph 


Welcome to Mystic, Texas, where the past stays alive in more ways than one.

Vanessa Power, a budding Indie Romance author, believes the town is calling her name, being the new life and fresh start she’s craving.  She’s met an amazing group of women who have a regular book club, reading only Indie Authors.  Unfortunately, her new house is in worse shape than she thought, and holds more mysteries than she’s prepared for. 

And then there’s the handyman.

Linc Patterson holds more mysteries than her house and the town combined, with a past he won’t reveal in a package that’s built for nothing short of sin. 

Linc is captivated by his new boss, the only person in town who will give him a job, but only because she doesn’t know he’s an ex-con.  Can he keep his past locked away, while at the same time indulging in his fantasies with the pleasantly curvy and deliciously sexy Vanessa?  Probably not.

They are both looking for a new start in life.  Will they be able to find it together?

Mark your calendars for release May 25th!

UNEDITED excerpt:  

“I wish I could watch him fix my house up all day.”

“Aren’t you married?” Kristie pointed out, to which Melanie only shrugged.
“Married.  Not dead.”

Vanessa blushed. “Yeah, he says he can fix it. It’s going to take a while though,” she hedged.

“Of course it will. You’re in the Evan’s place? He may need to rebuild it, that would take years,” Wren was grinning widely at her, and Vanessa had to admit the thought had crossed her mind.

“Yeah,” she repeated feeling a little stupid. “He’s certainly not hard to look at.” 
Giggles and murmurs of ‘you get him girl’ echoed around her. “But doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” She remembered Cindy at the hardware store and the giggling in the background when she’d called.

Samantha wore a rare frown. “She’s temporary. You’re way better than she is.”

Okay, so there was a history here, and she was apparently the new piece of it. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Before she could wrap her head around it, the living room turned into chaos.

Wren’s wine glass flew out of her hand and spilled all over Kristie’s linen, issuing a shriek from the woman. “Dammit! Sam, can you get control of Addison? She does this shit every time I come over.”

Samantha was sheepish. “Sorry. She likes company.”

“Never at your house again.” Kristie rubbed frantically at her blouse, muttering very unladylike curses under her breath.

Vanessa was looking around for other people in the house, children maybe, she couldn’t see for some reason. Then she realized what she was doing. Looking for invisible kids. Nothing had touched Wren’s wine glass.

“Who is Addison?” She almost didn’t want to know the answer, especially after remembering the lotion incident.

“She’s my ghost,” Samantha said blithely as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The words were spoken with so many undertones, Vanessa couldn’t comprehend them all at once. One, that it was obvious she had a ghost. Like a pet. Like everyone had one. Like it was normal. Vanessa took a sip of wine, trying not to jump to the conclusion her new friend was a few French fries short of a happy meal.

“Cool,” she said noncommittally, even though her mind raced with the events she’d felt at her own home. Walking around with cobwebs, cool hands… was that a ghost? No. No ghosts in her house. Her house was going to be an awesome home someday. She hadn’t signed up for ghosts.

Tiffany took a massive bite of sandwich and then spoke around her mouth full of food. “You probably have one too. They’re everywhere here.”

“What do you mean?” They were all nuts. But at least they seemed harmless. At least, that’s what people said until they pulled out the box of candles and live chickens. Her eyes darted around, looking for someplace to keep wildlife. It didn’t look like there was any place to store a sacrifice and she didn’t see a Ouija board anywhere…

“This town is built on some sort of fault line to the underworld,” Wren said. “The veil to the other side is thin in Mystic.” She shrugged, as if she hadn’t just spoken lines straight off a horror movie trailer. “You get used to it.”

Vanessa tried not to roll her eyes, even if this was a bunch of mumbo jumbo. 
“Okay.” She hoped.

“I’ve got a ton of them at the museum. I think they come in with people’s stuff,” Kristie was trying to get the wine stain out of her pants. “But mine are way better behaved than Addison. Jesus. That girl will be the death of me.”

Vanessa took it all in stride, or at least she tried to. A haunted town? Not wanting her new friends to think she wasn’t a team player, she asked, “So, does every place have one?”

Melanie shrugged. “Yeah. Most of them, anyway. It takes a while with new places for them to imprint themselves.” Damn. She’d had high hopes for Melanie being the sane one—the voice of reason in the madness.

“So, what do they do? Mess with electrical stuff? Make people crawl on ceilings?” An uncomfortable laugh erupted from Vanessa, and she tried to hide it with stuffing a piece of cheesecake in her mouth.

“No, not really.” Kristie was still patting at her stain. “They just hang around. You can tell they’re there by the way they smell, sometimes they touch you and stuff. But Addison is a damn poltergeist, and she’s a total bitch.”

“So, they’re not out to get you or anything?” She was trying. Really.

“Hell no! I love mine,” Wren replied.

“Mine came with me when I moved here,” Tiffany offered. “He wasn’t around when I lived in Dallas, but when I moved here, he must have done what Kristie said, and come with my stuff, because something here makes him stay.” Her voice was funny, but Vanessa didn’t pry. It sounded like she had known her ghost in real life, and talking about it made her want to cry.
“The Pint has an old saloon girl. She pinches the guys’ butts and such. She likes to push couples together,” Sam was getting into it, her voice taking on a sing-songy quality, like any great story-teller. “The story goes, she was in love with the Sherriff, but he wouldn’t have her, since she was a lady of the night, and she hung herself.”

“Are they all attached to horrific stories?” Vanessa didn’t want to think about something awful happening in her home. She was still desperately trying to think of it in those terms, even though it didn’t look homey at all.

“No. Most of them are just old, dead people. That’s what mine is. I named her Kitty. I have no idea where she came from, but she’s there now. Smells like White Shoulders.” Kristie giggled like a kid, apparently having gotten over her anger at Addison.

Vanessa’s mind spun, wondering if she had a ghost, or if these women were total nut cases. Dear god. All her new friends were Looney Tunes.

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

#Authors Don’t Make This Mistake When You Decide On A Cover For Your Book.

Creating or choosing a book cover for your story is fun, exciting, and hard work.

It’s fun because you can play around with the ideas you have and then bring one of them to fruition so the world can literally see your vision.

It’s exciting because it represents the story you wrote. You created something out of nothing, and that’s pretty damn cool.

It’s hard work because of the process it takes to make it happen.

When you decide on a cover for your book, there’s one major mistake you don’t want to make: Don’t choose or create a cover that doesn’t fit the genre your story is in—even if you fall in love with it.

I’m going to show you an example of my recent mistake and what I did to correct it.

Last January I released Ameerah, which is a paranormal thriller. Here’s the original cover.

Gorgeous, huh? I love this cover. It’s stunning. My cover artist did an amazing job. I fell in love with it and thought since Ameerah was a flapper gal in 1925 before she was murdered, this cover was fitting.


Yes, I received loads of compliments and people gushed over it; however, I discovered there were readers who thought Ameerah was a historical romance, not a paranormal thriller.


They were right.

Why didn’t I see that when I decided on this cover?

I know why. 

Love is blind. 

I never even took into consideration the image didn’t reflect the genre Ameerah’s tale was in.

*slaps forehead*

I then did a do over. At first, it hurt. I mean, I really love this cover, but I realized if I didn’t fix this, I’d be losing sales.

I love Ameerah.

The world needs to know about her story; therefore, I had to do what was necessary and in my power to make that happen so I did.

Here’s the new cover.

I have to say, I’m in awe with this one. The images are perfect, and after Ameerah dies in 1925, she crosses a bridge.


And this totally reflects the genre the story is in.

In closing, don’t make that one huge mistake I made. Always choose/create a book cover that mirrors the genre your story is in. Always.

 Here are the buy links if you want to check out Ameerah’s story:

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Blog Tour! Good Enough by #Author Taryn Steele

Title: Good Enough
Author: Taryn Steele
Genre : Romance

The past doesn't have to define the future...

With an abusive past that continues to haunt her, Hillary can only dream of a life in which she's happy.

And when Jameson, a shy boy she never noticed in high school, reappears in her life, she starts to wonder if her dreams can become reality.

Hillary must overcome her feelings of insecurity, and past fears if she wants their relationship to survive. But with the love she's always craved being so close, perhaps it's time to stop listening to the voices telling her that she isn't good enough.

By day, Taryn is a dedicated wife and mother who works full time. By night, she continues her wife and mother duties, while plugging away at the keyboard to bring her stories and characters to life.
Taryn is an avid reader. If a story sucks her in she will stay up all hours of the night to finish it. Her favorite part of reading is when her rescue dog Ruby curls up with her.
Taryn is a big sports fan. Being a New Englander all of her life her heart belongs to the Boston Red Sox. When it comes to hockey, she follows her husband’s family and supports the Montreal Canadiens. 
If you have a love/hate relationship with coffee, wine or beer like Taryn she will instantly befriend you. 

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Cover Reveal! Letting Go by #Author Kate L. Mary

Title: Letting Go (College of Charleston series #4) 
Author: Kate L. Mary 
Genre: Romance 

Some people like a little chaos. Not Sarah. Growing up in a house of humiliating filth means she has three crystal-clear goals: Get through college however she can. Keep her four-year-old sister away from her mom’s hoarding.

Never, never let disorder take over her life. Of course, studying, working, and taking care of a toddler mean Sarah has no time for fun. Until she meets Zac.

He’s sweet, he’s funny, they have compatible plans for the zombie apocalypse. But Sarah can’t let him in. It’s not just his three drooly, sloppy dogs—with him in her life, the pristine future she’s working for would be shredded before you can say Down, boy!

Sometimes falling in love is really all about letting go.

Kate L. Mary is a stay-at-home mom to four amazing kids – two boys, two girls – and the wife of an Air Force pilot. She is from the Dayton, Ohio area, where she met her husband when they were both twelve. Since their marriage in 2002, they’ve lived in Ohio, Georgia, Mississippi, South Carolina, California, and currently Oklahoma. She loves zombies (especially The Walking Dead), Coffee, Wine, and Daryl Dixon!