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Spotlight Wednesday with Love at Rincon Point by J. Haney & S. I. Hayes

Love at Rincon Point
by J. Haney & S.I. Hayes
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Successful, driven and divorced mom Addilyn Tate writes romance novels. She has only eleven weeks to deliver the next one to her publisher and scout for her first film. So, this year’s annual beach vacation with her three kids Bexley, Ryker and Laken will be a working vacation for Addilyn.
Upon arrival, the family soon meets their new next-door neighbor and landlord, buoyant, reckless surfer Declan Torrance, with whom they will be sharing walls and a patio for the next two months. Declan
cranks up his music at night, sleeps late, and allows his furry friends to run around at will.
As Addilyn bangs away at her novel with little success, Declan’s volleyball matches and irregular hours keep her from much progress.
But when Declan finds himself bonding with Bexley, Ryker, and Laken; Addilyn begins to see a different side of this man child. Soon the two begin to see each other in a whole new – and attractive light.
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J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud mamma to Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner to Proud Momma Designs, which she runs with her amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet and sexy, with suspenseful undertones giving her readers something to hold onto. It’s what she calls Real Life Romance.
S.I. Hayes was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio. Running around Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for her many novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance she can be found drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers, to see them check out her web site.
The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became fast friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in general led to the idea of A County Fair Romance and A Sex, Drugs and Rock Romance adding to it Working Class Beauties
and soon Kincaid Falls. Along with various Standalone novels.
So, keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you know just in case.

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Book Blast: How to Catch A Magical by Samuel Thews #giveaway

How to Catch a Magical by Samuel Thews

If you want to catch a Magical, you have to go about it the right way.

You have to have the right tools, the right training, a certain disregard for danger and a flair for the dramatic. Oh, and it helps if you inherit your father’s wicked bounty hunter skills, which give you superhuman reflexes and senses.

It’s really hard without the last one.

Andromeda Nyx has all the skills to be a successful bounty hunter. But after five years of training and catching nothing but Flinks–the lowest-level Magicals, the kind that think it’s funny to steal just one sock from a pair and hide it somewhere in the garden–she’s itching for bigger game. When her mentor says going out on her own to catch a Sprite is too risky, she decides to freelance. When the Sprite she catches turns out to be a messenger, Nyx is chosen as an ambassador for the bounty hunters and must travel to the decrepit world of the Magicals, Himnara.

While there, she is informed of a plot by Arcanus Emerson Kain—the leader of a rogue sect of Magicals—to invade Earth for a seemingly bizarre purpose: he wants to steal people. Along with her mentor Ridge, Nyx must find a way to stop Kain before his power becomes too great.


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Sneak Peek of Red by Jessi McPherson

Red: A Modern Fairytale Retelling
by Jessi McPherson
Genre:YA Fantasy
Everyone has read the tale of Little Red Riding Hood… Such a carefree, naïve
girl who fell victim to the wolf and had to be saved by the Huntsman. I’d like to set that story straight. It all began with a girl, a
curse, and wolf. We all have a hero inside. All it takes is to believe. Cara knew the legends of her village but she never thought
she’d become one.
“Please help me,” a weak voice said in the distance. Cara ran toward the faint
sound, and on the ground found a young man, no older than she, lying covered in
blood and wounds.
“Oh, god. Are you okay?” He was silent. She knelt beside him to check his pulse. It was there, but it was weak. “Well, hang on. Hopefully Gran has something to help.”
Carefully she lifted him, but it took everything she had to bring him to the trail. She knew there was no way that she would be able to carryhim all the way there.
“Please stay alive until I get back,” she whispered to him and took off running. It only took a few minutes to make it the rest of the way to the cottage. “Gran, Gran, please come quick!” she yelled as she headed for thedoor.
“Dear child, what has you all worked up?”
“I need your cart. There was a young man in the woods, and he’s injured.”
Her Gran looked up at the moon. “Come, child. Show me where.” They hitched her horse to the cart and Cara led her Gran to where she had left him.
“Was he alone?” Gran asked.
“Yes, and gravely injured.” As they rounded the bend, they could see that he was still lying on the side of the road.
“Oh dear. He’s been attacked. Come, let’s get him to the cottage and tend to his wounds. We don’t have much time,” her Grandmother urged.
“He’s coming,” he groaned. Her Gran knelt beside him and whisperedsomething. He seemed to relax.
“What did you say to him?”
“Only that he was safe and being treated,” she replied. They walked quietly back to her cottage. “Place him on the cot, dear. Do you have the elixirs your mother sent?”
“Yes, here in my bag.”
“Good. I need those− also, some wolfbane and jasmine from my shelf.” Cara grabbed the plants that she had been asked to get and sat beside her Grandmother, watching her work.
“I don’t recognize him from the village,” Cara said, placing the plants in the mortar for her Gran.
“No, I don’t suppose he is a villager.”
“Where do you think he came from?”
“I think we will find out, either when he wakes or when the sun rises,” her Grandmother said.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll see, child, and it’s about time.”
Cara didn’t understand what she meant. She watched as her Grandmother pulverized the herbs and noticed she spoke quietly as she did. “What are yousaying?”
“Just a little spell to help with the healing. He is in a lot of pain and won’t heal until he calms.”
“So it’s true. You are a witch.”
“That’s a strong word, but yes. You are, as well. You come from a long line of them. We are here to help protect the Hylands. That is why your mother sent you tonight.”
“What do you mean?” Cara asked, wonderment evident on her face.
“She noticed you’ve been changing and slowly coming into your gifts over the last few months. There’s a lot you are going to learn about, but now we must attend to this man.”
Cara was in shock. Her Grandmother was, in fact, a witch, and apparently, so was she. She started to shake.
“It’s okay, sweet child.”
“Why didn’t you or Mother tell me sooner?”
“We weren’t sure if you would inherit any gifts. Not every child that is born into our line has the power. We had to wait.”
She couldn’t believe it. Their attention was drawn to the young man as he started groaning and speaking frantically. “Lily, Lily run!” he yelled, thrashing about.
“Come, hold him down while I work, dear.” Grandmother mixed herbs and covered his wounds. Cara still hadn’t moved. “Cara, snap out of it. Yes, I know it’s a lot to process− and not how we intended to tell you− but right now I need you to focus, or he will die.”
Cara blinked a few times and moved to do what she had been asked. His face calmed slightly as she laid her hands on him, but the anguish was still evident.
She finally took a moment to look him over. She didn’t know why, but she felt compelled to gaze at his perfect figure. Even covered in wounds, dirt, and blood, his beauty was evident− from the sculpt of his chest to the contours of his face.
She slid the blood-matted hair from his face, and he slightly opened the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. As he gazed into hers, he said, “Please find Lily.” Then he closed his eyes again.
“Who is Lily?” she asked. He didn’t answer. Instead, he started thrashing again.
Hi all, I’m JessiMcpherson.
I live in a small town in Iowa right on the banks of The Mighty Mississippi. I started writing when I was about 10 years old. Almost every girl has a journal but I not only had fun stories of the day but poems and short stories that popped in my head. I love fantasy and romance novels and read almost daily. I like to find my inspiration in everyday life. That’s one of my goals is to find one thing every day that inspires me. I grew up an army brats so I have traveled to a few places over the years. I have two amazing children and a very amazing husband. They thankfully put up with crazy work schedules because being a mom and a writer isn’t enough but I am also the general manager of Sidelines Sports bar in my home town. No matter how busy I find time for it all. I do hope you enjoy my books and I look forward to writing more.
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Meet the Author: Interview with Phylicia G

Often called, The Princess of Street Lit, Phylicia G., incorporates a lot of real life events into her stories. Her writing style is versatile but growing up in different urban areas in the small-town of Walterboro, South Carolina, urban romance & street literature is the genre she gravitates towards and delivers her best work.

After graduating college, her best friend, continuously tried to persuade her to write a book about her life. Phylicia G. decided that she wasn’t ready to speak about her hardships of life, just yet.  However, in 2008, she read her first urban fiction novel, Wifey, written by one of  her favorite authors to date. She then read Kiki Swinson’s bio and discovered, she could become an urban fiction author as well.

Phylicia G. fell into a deep depression after giving birth to three children and realizing the wrong decisions she’d made in her past, brought her career in the medical field to a halt. During that time, she began to write in a black & white composition notebook. The story had no name, but she decided to mail multiple chapters at a time to her incarcerated brother to test read.  After her first manuscript was completed and getting the green light from her brother, family, & friends, in 2015, she gave the story a title & self-published Carolina Rich. She released her second series, The Street King’s Daughters with Supreme Works Presents in 2017.  She’s written eleven solo books, one collaboration, three anthologies, and she will be self-publishing solo book number thirteen this year. One anthology (Patron on Ice), one national best-selling author, and publisher that she will never forget is, Niyah Moore. February 2015, Niyah published the brand-new author’s first short story, ‘The Family Affair’ in the Patron On Ice anthology. (The Family Affair short story is now published in the back of Carolina Rich part three.)

Not only does Phylicia G. have a soft spot in her heart for writing. She enjoys being a mother to her three beautiful children, reading in her free-time, and helping other inspiring authors accomplish their dreams as well. Such as her older sister and her daughter, who both wrote children’s books, and Phylicia G will soon publish both books under her independent company, Carolina Publications, LLC.

Q and A with Phylicia G

Tell us about yourself. When you’re not writing, what are you doing?

I’m a mother of three, two boys and one girl. I grew up and still live, in a small town where everyone knows one another or at least someone within your family. The best joy I get from living here in South Carolina is the weather is decent. We may get some strong winds from hurricanes, some snow every blue moon, but it’s never anything that will make you relocate. When I’m not writing, I’m always reading. I’m lucky to get to sample and test read a lot of my pen sisters’ work before it’s released. So, that’s a plus for me being that I’m a fan of reading first, then, an author.


How long did it take you to write your first series?

It took me almost two years to complete my first novel, Carolina Rich. Then book dropped that year and back to back after that. To be honest, that series still isn’t completed. STILL Carolina Rich will be released sometime this year.

Who was your favorite characters to write about and from what series? And why?

Tameka and Kurt were definitely my favorites. Why? Because Carolina Rich was my first baby. I got to birth them and watch them grow just as I do with my children.

What would be a challenging genre for you to write that you could see personal growth in your craft?

This is kind of tricky for me being that I would like to step out into it and explore. However, to answer that question, I’d say poetic urban fiction. I wrote my first erotic poem for my SEXROTICA DIARIES BLOG) this year. That explains my answer I hope. The not a strength of mine.

Do you ever experience writer’s block? And if so, how do you overcome it?

OMG! I knew nothing about this until I started giving myself deadlines. That’s when my mind would decide to go blink on me. it can be so frustrating, but you never want your work to be forced because that will definitely show to your readers. So I’ve learned to just step away, maybe read a book, and come back to what you’ve written.

What is one of the advantages and disadvantages of being in the literary industry?

There are so many but one that has always stuck with me is, staying true to myself. And what I mean by that is, create your own lane, and travel that path vs. you following that path of someone else whose lane was molded for you. Sometimes people run into more obstacles following the paths of others instead of finding their own way. I love genuine people and books that is fill with originality is a big plus for me.

Are you working on new projects? And if so, share the name and a snippet or brief description of the upcoming project.

Yes, I have a few things I’m working on. A couple projects are just getting started so I won’t mention those. But When A Thug’s Heart Bleeds Blue part two will be released soon and Tale of Two Hearts: A Book of 4 Love Stories. Neither projects have solid release dates but will be announced soon.

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About the Book

“I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start, taught me so  many lessons. How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions…” ~ 2Pac, Do for love

Alnessa “The Black Widow” Patterson has placed a deadly love spell on Agent James. His soft spot for saving people has placed him on a web of lies and deceit. Tangled in this poisonous web now includes his, Nana. Whose now in harms way. Continuing to fight his feelings, Agent James’s determination to keep his name as the toughest federal agent around grows stronger by during his attempt to save Alnessa, her son, and Nana. During this time, he continues to carry the guilt of things that happened in his past, that’s out of his control. Meanwhile, Alnessa, Agent James, and Alpo (Alnessa’s grandfather), who is apart of the Gonzalez Mexican Drug Organization, must learn how to coexist to make it out of Mexico alive. It’s all a matter of life or death at this point. Find out if Alnessa’s web of lies and deceit were with malicious intent or was it to protect her innocence.


The guards laughed as the man stood up, shaking his head and his hand. “Put her in
the cell with him. Let her see him once more before I get rid of him.”

“You’regoing to kill him?” One of the other armed men that walked into the room with him  asked.


Grabbing my mouth so my cries couldn’t be heard, I had seen enough. So, I scooted back
as far as I could in my cell and prayed.

“ANYBODYELSE WANT TO QUESTION ME?!” The man barked as he waited for the rest of  his men
to answer him. None of them spoke a word as they looked around at each other.

The man nodded his head, “Great!” He looked up, and I could tell that he was getting ready to head this way. Lowering my head, I began to pray harder.

“Lord, please watch over my soul and protect me from all harm. I need you, Lord!”

“He’s getting away! He’s running to his house. Back-up! Back-up! He’s getting away!”

Frantic yelling came across the men’s walked talkies and the man stopped in his tracks
and turned around.

Thank-You, Lord! I prayed as I exhaled deeply.

Stepping over the female on the floor as if she was a rock on the ground, he pointed back at her, “Handle that. I’ll be back as soon as I kill this idiot. Wake her up, too! I want her to see him before I take his life. How she reacts afterward will determine if she lives or dies.” He walked towards the door and placed his hand one of the men’s shoulders, “Stay here! I’m sure he’s trying to stall long as possible to get to her.”

The guard nodded as he stepped to the side and the other men followed the well-dressed man through the door. Once I heard the steel door close, I quickly scooted closer to the bars to see who the female was.

The guard that had been in the dungeon, keeping watch the entire time, placed her over his shoulder and easily laid her inside the cell. Then all of a sudden, the other guard grabbed an opened water bottle and dashed water in the girl’s face.

She sat straight up as she gasped for air and then looked around. The guards got into a scuffle because some of the water had been splashed on him. The both of them walked out of the steel door, exiting the dungeon. I waited a few seconds before I called out to the girl but once I got a better look, I couldn’t believe it. This meant that my Marlon was here.

“Alnessa, is that you?” I whispered loud enough for her to hear me.

Scuffling to her feet, she ran to the bars and grabbed them tight. “Yes ma’am, are you okay?”

Ignoring her concern for me, “Where’s Marlon?” I questioned as the knot in my stomach grew tighter, from the fear I thought of losing another child. Marlon was my grandson, but I considered him as my son.

Alnessa didn’t answer me. Her eyes were fixated on the little boy on the floor. The rhythm of her breathing went from rapid to long deep breaths as if she was trying to catch her breath. Slowly she started to move her way over to the fragile boy and scooped him into her arms as she cradled him in her lap.

“Ohhhh Goddddd!” Alnessa cried out as she rocked him back and forth, kissing his dirty and boney face repeatedly.

I didn’t know what to think, she’d told me that she didn’t have any children. Did she lie to me? Of course, she did. This woman had been on trial for attempting to kill her husband. The world knew her for her beauty, charm, and death of her prey. Lowering my head, I began to shake it. How could Marlon be so stupid? Now, she had him and me as well, tangled in her deadly web. She’d lived up to her name, “The Black Widow.”

Snapping myself out of my thought, the color red began to take over my mind. “WHERE’S MY BABY?!”

Maybe, my emotions were getting the best of me. I wasn’t perfect, but I tried to live by God’s rules. Raised my
children the best way I knew how, still they seemed to slip through my fingers and strayed away into the streets. Never once, if somebody needed me was I not there for them. And last but not least, I hated judging people. That’s why I decided to open up and let Alnessa in. That all changed when that detective showed up at my house looking for her. I warned Marlon to let that man take her, but no he had to save her too.

Alnessa didn’t answer me, she continued to cry and rock the weak child. He became so weak that he couldn’t open
his eyes. It was then, I realized that I was still a mother and I knew how it felt to hold your child in your arms, watching them die.

I opened my mouth to question her again, but nothing came out. Deciding not to question her again, I just went
back to my corner, and took my seat again. My mind and heart wanted more answers but it obvious I wasn’t going to get any information out of Alnessa right now. Saying a silent prayer, I closed my eyes and relived her pain.