Wednesday, April 18, 2018

COVER REVEAL: Never Doubt a Duke by Regina Scott #Regency #Giveaway #ComingSoon @PrismBookTours

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Never Doubt a Duke
By Regina Scott

This sweet Regency romance is the first book in her new Fortune's Brides series.
Coming May 18th 2018...

After spending the last ten years following her late husband on campaign, the irrepressible Jane Kimball finds herself badly in need of a position to support herself. Marriage holds no appeal; she’s not likely to find a husband like her Jimmy again. But when Miss Thorn of the Fortune Employment Agency offers her a post with the Duke of Wey, Jane feels drawn to help the lonely widower with his three daughters. He may seem a bit aloof, but Miss Thorn’s cat Fortune approved of him. Why should Jane doubt a duke?

Alaric, Duke of Wey, commands his staff, his tenants, and the halls of Parliament, managing vast holdings in England and across the seas. Why is it he cannot manage his own daughters? As an old danger rears its head, he comes to rely on Jane’s practical nature, her outspoken ways to navigate the waters of fatherhood. And when necessity dictates he take a wife, thoughts turn to an unlikely governess who might make the perfect bride.

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Regina Scott started writing novels in the third grade. Thankfully for literature as we know it, she didn’t sell her first novel until she learned a bit more about writing. Since her first book was published in 1998, her stories have traveled the globe, with translations in many languages including Dutch, German, Italian, and Portuguese. She now has more than forty published works of warm, witty romance. She and her husband of 30 years reside in the Puget Sound area of Washington State. Regina Scott has dressed as a Regency dandy, driven four-in-hand, learned to fence, and sailed on a tall ship, all in the name of research, of course.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

SPOTLIGHT: Til Death do us Party by Vickie Fee #Giveaway #CozyMystery @vickiefeeauthor @SDSXXTours

Til Death Do Us Party
A Liv and Di in Dixie Mystery #4
by Vickie Fee
Genre: Cozy Mystery

Las Vegas knows how to party, and for once, event planner Liv McKay won’t be entirely behind the scenes. The Dixie gang is in Sin City to celebrate Mama and Earl’s rockin’ Elvis-themed wedding. And between juggling the botched bachelorette party and a problem-plagued soirĂ©e back home, Liv’s ready to double down on some fun. 

Mama & Earl’s happily-ever-after seems like a sure thing, but all bets (and nuptials) are off when they get to the Burning Love Wedding Chapel. Their Elvis-impersonating minister has left the building . . . permanently. And even worse, Liv’s cousin, Little Junior, is suspected of his murder. 
With Mama’s happy ending on the table and Little Junior about to lose it all, the stakes are higher than ever. Liv and her best friend, Di, must hit the Strip to find the real killer before he finally plays his ace... 
High energy, dead bodies and exposed lies. . . . A must read."
RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars, on Death Crashes the Party
A wonderful cozy mystery.”
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Readers should welcome this look at a very Southern lifestyle, complete with appended party plans.”
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Dearly beloved, I want to thank you all, thank ya very much for gathering here today. Earl couldn’t
help falling in love with Virginia and wants to be her forever teddy bear.”
The minister’s intro elicited smiles and chuckles from our little congregation, but his voice was a bit shaky. Looking more closely, I could see his face was bathed in sweat.
And the two of them have decided it’s now or never for them to be joined in the noble estate of matrimony,” Steve said, looking unsteady on his feet and gently swaying from side to side. He suddenly stopped and gasped. His face took on a bluish tinge and I thought he might be having a heart attack.
His body seemed to spasm. With another gasp, he fell to the floor.
Dave rushed to the front and knelt down beside Steve. After checking for a pulse, he began to perform CPR and called out for someone to dial 911, and for someone else to check with the desk to see if they had a defibrillator on the premises. Di dialed 911. Larry Joe rushed out of the chapel. And Mama crumpled onto the chair next to me, sobbing.
Taylor rushed into the chapel after Larry Joe had asked her about the defibrillator. She looked down at Steve as Dave valiantly continued with CPR.
She began to sob, her shoulders shuddering, when it seemed apparent he was beyond reviving. Dave continued CPR until the EMTs arrived. He stepped away to let them take charge, then he turned to us and shook his head. I had given my seat to Earl, who had his arm around Mama with her head on his shoulder. Obviously, having the minister drop dead during the ceremony had put a damper on the wedding.
The police had arrived just after the paramedics and had taken a statement from each of us, not that there was much we could tell them. As the cops were taking statements I couldn’t help noticing Crystal, who had previously dated Steve, was shedding no tears. Little Junior, who wasn’t a fan, was surveying his surroundings as if he was studying the sparse decor. I imagined he was thinking there might be an opening for him now as a minister at the Burning Love Chapel. Looking around, I noted that the photographer had apparently slipped out of the chapel at some point during all the hubbub.
The police officer took our contact information and said that an autopsy would have to be performed. But all indications were that Steve had suffered a heart attack.
The paramedics had rolled the deceased out on a gurney and the cop was standing in the doorway to the chapel chatting with Dave.
Taylor may have broken down in tears when she saw Steve lying on the floor, but she composed herself enough to talk business.
She apologized to Mama and Earl and asked if they would like to reschedule.
I’m sure this has been upsetting, but I know you’re only in town for a limited time. If you want to go ahead with a wedding today, we do have an opening at eleven p.m. tonight in one of the other chapels. Of course, there would be no additional charge for the larger space.”
Mama and Earl looked at Taylor in disbelief. For once my mother was speechless. Earl spoke up.
Thank you, but I don’t think Virginia and I are in any frame of mind to continue with the wedding tonight.”
Of course. Just give me a call when you’re ready.”
Taylor started to walk away, but stopped and turned back to face the nearly wedded couple. “Oh, by the way, take the rose arrangements with you, if you like, since you’ve already paid for them.”
I wanted to get up and smack Taylor for her appalling lack of sensitivity. But Little Junior rushed over to Mama and offered to carry the flowers out to the car if she wanted them.
Sure, hon, if you want to,” Mama said blankly.
I assumed my cousin was just eager to do something nice for Mama and toting flower pots was the best he could come up with. He and Crystal walked to the front to retrieve the floral arrangements. When Little Junior picked up the vase from one of the two pedestals, something shiny tumbled to the floor with a metallic thud.
The cop stopped his droning conversation with Dave midsentence and walked to the front of the chapel to have a look. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and picked up a silver-colored flask. He held it up, examining it more closely, then left the chapel without a word.
We assumed we were free to go.
My in-laws got into the Winnebago with Mama and Earl. The rest of us piled into the vintage pink Cadillac. Little Junior got behind the wheel and Crystal sidled up to him. Di climbed in the front seat next to Crystal and Dave got into the backseat.
Larry Joe and I exchanged a puzzled look before sliding onto the backseat, with me in the middle.

The ride back to the hotel felt like a funeral procession.

Vickie Fee is a past president of the Malice in Memphis chapter of Sisters in Crime and current member of the Wisconsin Sisters in Crime. She has a degree in journalism and spent many years as a newspaper reporter, covering small Southern towns populated with colorful characters, much like those in the fictional town of Dixie. She now lives in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with her husband, John. She grew up in the South on a steady diet of Nancy Drew and iced tea, and when she’s not writing, Vickie enjoys reading mysteries and watching B movies from the 1930s and ‘40s.

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Monday, April 16, 2018

SPOTLIGHT: Bachelor Remedy by Carol Ross @_CarolRoss #Giveaway @PrismBookTOurs #Heartwarming

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Bachelor Remedy
(Seasons of Alaska #5)
by Carol Ross
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
April 1st 2018 by Harlequin Superromance

She’s the most unconventional woman he’ll ever meet…

and the cure for a perennial bachelor?

Raised by her healer grandfather, former army medic Ally Mowak knows her alternative approach to traditional medicine puts her at odds with most of her Alaskan town. That includes Tag James, the rugged transport pilot with the sprawling family and political ambitions. Ally couldn’t be more wrong for the aspiring senator. Then why does everything feel so right when they’re together?

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She froze.
So did he. Then he sighed because what he wanted to do was pull her close and wrap his arms around her.
“Look, Ally, I’m the one who is let down. I like you, obviously. I’ve already told you that. And I’m beyond flattered that you would even entertain the thought of being interested in me.”
She stepped toward him, right into his comfort zone, and his pulse took off like a helicopter rotor at full speed.
“How could any woman not be interested in you?” Her voice was all soft, like she was about to tell him a secret, and his blood went hot as he remembered what happened last time she’d gotten this close. He stared at her full, beyond-tempting lips, now curling up at the corners, and told himself he should take a step back. This perfectly rational message sent from his brain was refused delivery by the rest of his body. Wrenching his gaze upward, he found her brown eyes full of teasing humor.
“I know for a fact that they all are, Mr. Most Eligible Bachelor. And you can count me right there among them.”
He made a growling sound, part desire, part frustration. “You shouldn’t be. I am too old for you and...” The rest of his words were lost, lodged in his throat like dry oatmeal, because she’d brought her hands up to touch his chest. They were toe to toe, and with her palms flat she slid her hands slowly up while he watched, fascinated, until they disappeared from his line of sight to wind around his neck.
Because she was so much shorter, she had to stretch to accomplish the task, and the move left only a fraction of space between them. One deep breath and she’d be flush against him... With a gentle pull, she urged his head to bow toward hers. She must have risen onto her toes at the same time because that last bit of space between them disappeared and their lips made contact.
Closing his eyes, he kissed her back, but only lightly, allowing himself this final goodbye. See, he could do this. One soft, sweet, goodbye kiss...
Then she made a little noise and went all boneless against him, her fingers biting into his shoulders. His arms tightened around her. Sliding the fingers of one hand up to the back of her neck, he curved the other around her hip and kissed her with everything he had.
Like it was the last time.
Because it was, he realized when she whispered his name. He had to stop this. He pulled away slightly. Her fingers bunched the fabric of his shirt and she laid her cheek against his chest. Tag rested his chin on the top of her head while he waited for his breathing to slow.

A long moment passed before she let out a soft chuckle and said, “Too tall, maybe. But definitely not too old.”

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USA Today bestselling author Carol Ross grew up in small town America right between the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains, in a place where you can go deep sea fishing in the morning and then hit the ski slopes the same afternoon. The daughter of what is now known as free range parents, she developed a love of the outdoors at a very early age. As a writer, Carol loves to breathe the life she has lived into the characters she creates, grateful for the “research material” that every questionable decision, adrenaline-charged misstep, and near-death experience has provided.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2018

SPOTLIGHT: Vanquishing the Viscount by Elizabeth Keystan @EKeysian #Giveaway #Historical @IndieSagePR #New

Vanquishing the Viscount

by Elizabeth Keysian Wayard in Essex, #3 
Publication Date: April 9, 2018 
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Scandalous, Historical, Romance



Emma Hibbert will never again trust a good-looking man. They offer nothing but heartbreak and humiliation. But her conscience won’t let her abandon a sinfully handsome stranger needing help—even if he ignites an unwelcome passion in her. She soon realizes she should have left him in the mud where she found him, for he has the power to ruin everything…
Viscount Tidworth is anything but grateful for being rescued after a tumble from his horse. His pretty savior may be well-meaning, but forcing him to delay his journey completely wrecks his engagement plans. And Tidworth cannot let that stand. But when he discovers Emma’s true identity, he must choose between his desire for revenge…and his baffling attraction to her.

As she bustled about in the unfamiliar surroundings of the house in Daniel Street, she wondered why on earth James was coming for her in a carriage. Great Pulteney Street was only just around the corner, the very briefest of walks. Their new manservant could probably have wheeled her few possessions over there on a handcart.
Separating out her hat boxes from Mama’s, she grimaced. The reason was obvious. The countess wanted the Rossbury carriage to be seen out and about the town so Bath Society would be reminded what august personages were living in their midst.
There was the distinct sound of an equipage drawing up in front. Here so soon?
Emma's stomach felt like lead. She hated leaving her parents before they were settled. And how should she greet the man who’d engineered such a massive upheaval in all their lives? She hadn't set eyes on Tidworth since he left Tresham the day his parents came to fetch him. She wasn't looking forward to the encounter...for so many reasons.
Curiosity won over caution and she peeped around the shutters to watch the coach disgorge its occupant.
There was the familiar form of the viscount, the sight of whom turned the lead weight in her stomach into a flock of fluttering doves. He turned back to the carriage and—to Emma’s great surprise—assisted a small female figure down the steps.
Not the Countess of Rossbury, for she was taller. Why had James brought a woman with him? To make sure Emma didn’t rail at him in the carriage?
She smiled wryly to herself. If he thought the presence of someone else was going to protect him from her disapproval, the man was fooling himself!
Smoothing down her new gown, she tilted her chin and walked boldly into the drawing room.
James stood by the fireplace, one booted foot resting on the empty fender, his hands clasped behind his back, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders. Despite the heat of the day, his white neck linen was crisply pristine, his face fresh and smooth, framed by hair recently cut into the fashionable windswept style. With his long legs encased in tight-fitting buckskins and his light blue tailcoat, he looked extremely dashing.
His gaze fastened on her as soon as she entered the room, and he stepped forward to give her a smart bow before brushing a kiss across the back of her hand.
All her bravado melted away.


Elizabeth Keysian felt destined to write historical romance due to her Cornish descent, and an ancestral connection to the Norse god Odin. Being an only child gave her plenty of time to read, create imaginary worlds, produce her own comics, and write sketches and a deplorably bad musical for an amateur dramatics group.
Three decades spent working in museums and archaeology fired Elizabeth’s urge to write, as did living on a Knights Templar estate, with a garage full of skeletons, a resident ghost and a moat teeming with newts.
Elizabeth lives near Bath in England with her partner and cats.


Tuesday, April 10, 2018

SPOTLIGHT: The Soldier's Homecoming by Patricia Potter #Giveaway @PrismBookTours @patriciapotter_ #New

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The Soldier's Homecoming
(Home to Covenant Falls #5)
by Patricia Potter
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
April 1st 2018 by Harlequin Superromance

He’s looking for roots. She won’t be tied down.

Army ranger Travis Hammond needs to heal physical and emotional wounds. A job in Covenant Falls checking out equine therapy programs for veterans is a start, but it’s only temporary. And he doesn’t need a partner, especially some reporter with the persistence of a terrier and irresistible green eyes. Like Travis, Jenny Talbot’s just passing through town. Unlike Travis, Jenny knows exactly where she’s going next—back to the Middle East, as soon as she recovers from her own war injury. But there’s a bend in the road for both of them.

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       "You have to be kidding?" Travis exclaimed.
      "Afraid not," Josh Manning said over the phone.
       Three weeks after Travis's first trip to Covenant Falls, he'd moved into Josh's cabin.
       "A reporter called my wife, as well as the manager of the inn," she'd heard about Covenant Falls and the veterans here. Even that there might be a horse therapy program.  She wants to do a story."
       "A reporter?"
       "Yeah.  I checked on her and she's pretty high powered.  Jennifer Talbot.  She works for several news agencies.  Did some reporting in Afghanistan, Iraq and Syria.
       "I know the name," Travis said.  "Concentrated on soldiers and civilians more than tactics.  But why the interest in Covenant Falls?  It's peanuts compared to what she's been doing.  We don't even know if there will be a horse therapy program yet, much less what it might look like.  It's a hell of a long way from being a reality."
        "Eve told her but she was insistent.  Long story short, she won't take no for an answer."
       "Dammit," Travis said.  He'd had contact with reporters before.   Many went for the headline, not the meat of the story.  And too many got the meat wrong.
        "Eve was cautious. She knows how we feel about our privacy and that Jubal definitely does not want this project to be about him.  One reason he moved here was to get away from the publicity about his captivity and escape.  He went through hell, and he doesn't want to live through it again in the newspapers."
        "It might be hard to avoid it now," Travis said.
        "We don't want that kind of publicity.  First of all, we don't even know if we'll go ahead.   Second, if we do go ahead, the wrong kind of publicity could scare vets away.  We'll want publicity through the military community."
        "Got it," Travis said.
        "Maybe you can talk to her.  I think you can be more diplomatic than the rest of us, you being an officer and all," Manning said.  "Tell her to come back in a year or two."
         "Not going to be easy.  A missing SEAL who suddenly reappears out of the jungle to open a horse therapy program, not to mention a heroic army nurse, a chopper pilot and you," Travis said.  "Even I know it's a great human interest story."
          "What do you suggest?" Travis said.
          "Pick her up at the Pueblo airport.   Convince her there's no story."


    They weren't more than a mile out of Pueblo when Travis realized he was in trouble.
     He had been from the first moment he saw her.
     He'd tried to avoid glancing at his passenger as he drove the nearly empty two lane road from Pueblo to Covenant Falls, but his gaze kept wandering from the road to Jenny Talbot.
      She was not at all what he'd expected when asked to pick her up at the Pueblo airport..  She looked younger than in the black and white photo he'd found online.  Plus, in the photo, her hair had been pulled back and it looked dark.  Now it was short and fiery.
       Neither had the photo done justice to the green eyes that danced with warmth and curiosity.  She was medium height but looked taller, maybe because her body was lean rather than curvy.  She radiated energy.
      When he'd agreed to meet her, he'd expected someone like his ex-fiance -- cool and poised.
      Jennifer Talbot was definitely not that.  She wore worn jeans, a T-shirt and a denim jacket that looked great on her lanky figure.  She didn't try to hide the freckles on her nose.  Her mouth was too wide for beauty, and her jaw too stubborn, but when she smiled, it was as if the sun just came out.
       But she did have something in common with Dinah.  Persistence.
       He recalled the first time he'd met Dinah.  As a commander in the field, he'd had contact with reporters and perfected the art of saying little and doing it politely.  The talent had been noted, and while he was stationed in Georgia between deployments he was often asked to be a spokesman.  Dinah was beautiful, charming  . . . and persistent.
       The memory of their last meeting still stung.  It had, no doubt, made him leery of other journalists.  
       He'd immediately noticed the way she avoided using her right arm and liked the fact that she stated the injury from the start without elaboration or expecting anything because of it.  He'd also found, and liked, several of her articles.   They demonstrated that she had a real understanding of the places and people she was covering.   He didn't have much time to think about it, though.   He was too busy fending off questions after his five minute moratorium.  She didn't hesitate to bore in.  She obviously wanted a story, but he sensed her interest went deeper.
       But he was also cautious.  He didn't know what his next steps would be after this short -- and virtually nonpaying -- job.  He was in no position to get interested in a woman.  Any woman.  Particularly one who was obviously consumed by her own career.  Been there.  Done that.

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Patricia Potter is the USA Today Bestselling Author of more than fifty books. She has received numerous writing awards, including RT Storyteller of the Year, its Career Achievement Award for Western Historical Romance and its Best Hero of the Year Award. She is a seven-time RITA finalist and three-time Maggie Award winner. She has served as president of Romance Writers of America. The Soldier's Homecoming is her fifteenth book for Harlequin.

Prior to writing fiction, she was a reporter for the Atlanta Journal and president of a public relations firm.

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