Book Features

Spotlight Wednesday with Snowfall on Lighthouse Lane by JoAnn Ross



ON SALE: October 30, 2018

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author JoAnn Ross is back with SNOWFALL ON LIGHTHOUSE LANE (HQN Books; on-sale October 30, 2018), the second novel in her already wildly popular Honeymoon Harbor series. In this novel, return to the beauty and romance of Honeymoon Harbor, a small seaport town in the Pacific Northwest, for this swoon-worthy holiday romance about finding a second chance at love.

Former LAPD officer Aiden Mannion is back in his hometown of Honeymoon Harbor, Washington, after losing his partner in the line of duty—a loss that continues to haunt him as he struggles to find his footing again. Now he’s taken a six-month gig at the local police department, protecting and serving the community that raised him while working through past demons and his survivor’s guilt.

But Aiden isn’t the only person back in Honeymoon Harbor after a long absence—so is Jolene Wells, a successful Hollywood makeup artist and Aiden’s old flame. Jolene has been around the block enough times to know that all the professional success in the world doesn’t make for true happiness—but she’s also never met the man she truly wants to grow old with…not since Aiden broke her heart so many years ago. But now that they’re both back in Washington, old feelings are stirred up and sparks reignite as Aiden and Jolene find it harder and harder to deny the chemistry between them. Together, can they find the courage to give love another shot?

Set against the backdrop of Washington’s beautiful and rugged Olympic Peninsula, SNOWFALL ON LIGHTHOUSE LANE is sexy, heartwarming, and perfect for cozy reading this holiday season!


“An excellent start to a promising community series with a stunning
Olympic Coast setting.” —Library Journal on Herons Landing

“Ross’s Shelter Bay series spotlights her talent for blending vibrant characters, congenial small-town settings, and pressing social issues in a heartwarming contemporary romance.” —Booklist

“Beautifully descriptive and gently paced, this heartwarmer captures coastal small town flavor perfectly.”
—Library Journal on Seaglass Winter

“Ross is in top form…plenty of sex and secrets to keep readers captivated.” —Publishers Weekly on Blue Bayou

“Skillful and satisfying… With its emotional depth, [River Road] will appeal to Nora Roberts fans.” —Booklist

“A fast-paced novel about romantic relationships [and] parent-child relationships…. The narrative voice has a humor and rhythm that is fun to read…witty, kind, and meaningful.” —Kirkus on Seaglass Winter

“It isn’t often readers find characters they’re willing to spend a weekend with. However that’s exactly what Ross accomplishes…enveloping the reader in the lives of two endearing, albeit flawed, characters.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Homecoming

On-sale: October 30, 2018 Mass Market Paperback $7.99 U.S.
ISBN-13: 978-1335556783

When New York Times bestselling author JoAnn Ross was seven years old, she had no doubt whatsoever that she’d grow up to play center field for the New York Yankees. Writing would be her backup occupation, something she planned to do after retiring from baseball. Those were, in her mind, her only options. While waiting for the Yankees’ management to call, she wrote her first novella — a tragic romance about two star-crossed mallard ducks — for a second grade writing assignment.

The paper earned a gold star. And JoAnn kept writing.

She’s now written over 100 novels and has been published in 26 countries. Two of her titles have been excerpted in Cosmopolitan magazine, and her books have also been published by the Doubleday, Rhapsody, Literary Guild, and Mystery Guild book clubs. A member of the Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll of best-selling authors, she’s won several awards, including RT Reviews’ Career Achievement Awards in both category romance and contemporary single title. In addition, she received RWA’s national service award and was named RWA ProMentor of the Year.

Although the Yankees have yet to call her to New York to platoon center field, JoAnn figures making one out of two life goals isn’t bad.

Currently writing her Honeymoon Harbor series (set on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula) for HQN, JoAnn lives with her high school sweetheart, whom she married twice, in her beloved Pacific Northwest.

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Book Features

Author Penny Sansevieri shares 50 Ways to Sell A Sleigh Load of Books

With retail sales reaching nearly $700 billion dollars last year during the holidays, every author wants a bigger piece of the pie. And holiday marketing isn’t complicated, but it does take strategic planning and savvy execution. It’s not something you can just pull out of…Santa’s bag.
Enter 50 Ways to Sell a Sleigh-Load of Books.
Set up as an easy-to-follow guide with 50 unique strategies, you’ll learn how to:
•Plan ahead to relieve stress during peak sales times
•Prep your website to drive more holiday traffic
•Optimize your social media and other platforms to capture shoppers
•Create straightforward, holiday-themed online events and promotions
•Run with what’s proven to work around the holidays, but make it your own
•Use buyer psychology and holiday shopping behaviors to your benefit
•Fine-tune approaches for BIG sale days like Black Friday and Cyber Monday
•Ensure your Amazon page is ready to help you close those sales!
The Christmas book market is the biggest sales opportunity of the year, so 50 Ways to Sell a Sleigh-Load of Books won’t waste your time with broad concepts.
Get ready for step-by-step instructions and examples used by other successful authors!
There’s even a bonus checklist, Penny’s personal recommendations for useful websites, and a special offer if you’d like to collaborate on your marketing plan.
So don’t delay — the sooner you get these strategies on your nice list, the better your holiday sales projections get!

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About Penny
Penny Sansevieri, CEO and founder of Author Marketing Experts, Inc. (AME) and Adjunct Professor at NYU, is a best-selling author and internationally recognized book marketing and media relations expert. Her company is one of the leaders in the publishing industry and has developed some of the most cutting-edge book marketing campaigns. To learn more about her and her book marketing strategies, visit
From the Author
I’m contacted by authors every year with requests to help them sell more books during the holidays and almost all of them suffer from the same issue – they start thinking about it too late! Planning is key to selling more books during the holiday season, and then smart marketing strategies are a close second. I wrote this book to help you prep on a higher level.
And if you want to collaborate and take it a step further just ask!
Amazon 5-star review: This is a must-read for marketing books. A proven strategy for marketing around the holidays, but it will work for any time of the year. I have picked up a lot of tips and have learned a lot of new things that I plan to use throughout the year and definitely for the holidays.
Amazon Top Reviewer Grady Harp: This book is a thoughtful creation, filled with many get-your-hands-dirty tips that the author has personally used and found to be of value. As an added bonus, Ms. Sansevieri includes a checklist to help keep us on task. It makes no sense to recreate the wheel when someone has already created one and is willing to share with anyone who has the desire to push that wheel and get it rolling. Great holiday promotional ideas mixed with tried and true marketing that will benefit all of us. Five stars.
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Author Kirsten Fullmer shares Love On The Line #giveaway

Love on the Line
Women at Work Book 1
by Kirsten Fullmer
Genre: Women’s Fiction, Romance
Andy may not have pipeline know-how, per se, but she’s got brains and
every right to prove that she can do the job. Her estranged grandpa,
Buck, believes she has what it takes to be his engineering assistant,
and she’s not about to let him down.
Rooster isn’t a bad guy. He respects women; he was raised by one of the
best. But that new girl is too small and… feminine. She’s a
distraction, plain and simple, and she doesn’t belong on a
pipeline. This job is his chance to impress Buck Brennan, a pipeline
legend, and no girly greenhorn is going to ruin it for him.
Will Andy prove herself to her grandfather and forge a relationship with
the old man, or will continuous disagreements and unexpected sexual
tension between Andy and Rooster derail their hard work?
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Kirsten grew up in the Western US and graduated from high school in
1984. She married soon there after and quickly built a family.
With three young children and number four on the way, she returned to
college in 1992. Her career as a draftsman included many settings
ranging from a steel fabrication shops to prestigious engineering
firms. Balancing family life with the workplace forced her to
become the queen of multitasking. In 2001, bored with the cubical
life, she moved on to teach drafting in technical college, then to
opening her own consulting firm teaching 3D engineering software. Due
to health problems, Kirsten retired in 2012 to travel with her
husband for his job. She now works writing romance novels and enjoys
spoiling her three grandchildren. Since 2017 Kirsten has lived and
worked full time in a 40′ travel trailer with her husband and her
little dog Bingo.
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Sneak Peek of Stratus by Miranda Brock #giveaway

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My crazy grandma always said thunder was caused by the clash of angels and demons, and lightning was the loser being cast to earth. So when I got hit by lightning, I couldn’t help but wonder, was I struck by an angel or a demon?
I grabbed my ragged messenger bag and slung it onto my shoulder as I opened the front door.

“Liliana, it’s going to storm. Where are you going?” My mom walked out of the kitchen, big spoon red with sauce in hand. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes toward the ceiling, both at her calling me Liliana and at her insistence to continuously treat me like I was eleven instead of nineteen.

Looking over my shoulder at her, I said, “I won’t be gone long. Need anything while I’m out?”

She pursed her lips, and I could tell she was warring with telling me I should stay home but also needing something from the store. “Well, I want to use some of this fresh sauce so I was going to make pasta for supper. Some garlic bread would be nice.”

“I’ll pick some up.” I gave her a smile and stepped outside, letting the screen door slap shut behind me. Even outside I could smell the basil and garlic scent of the sauce. My mother’s homemade sauce was good enough to make an Italian chef sing.

Of course, when the only thing you ever grew in the garden was tomatoes, you learned how to cook them. Why my mom never grew anything else was a mystery to me. At least there was always plenty of sauce. After giving my striped cat, Bo Jangles, a quick scratch behind the ears, I stepped off the porch into the sunlight. Storm indeed. I gave the door on my white Chevy Cavalier a sharp yank. Ever since an unfortunate collision with a deer put a large dent in it, it only opened with abuse. It jerked open with a loud groan just enough for me to shimmy in. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat, buckled up, and backed out of the driveway.

Our small two-story house was settled on the edge of Ware.

The name of my town always came to me with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. There had been many times when people asked where I lived, and I said, “Ware,” and it had always been followed by “Yeah, where?” followed by explanations of my ridiculous town name. I sometimes wondered if a town existed anywhere by the name of Thare.
I glanced at my fuel gauge and sighed. I headed to the only gas station in my smidge-under-two-thousand-population town. It was two-thirty on a Friday, which meant Brantley would be working. I wasn’t avoiding him, really. Still, when I pulled into the gas station, I hoped he would be too busy inside to notice me.

No such luck.

“Hey, Lils! What’s up?” he said as the door shut behind him. Leaning against my car as I pumped gas, I turned to look at him. I could admit my on-again, off-again ex was handsome. He had one of those strong jawlines peppered with a day of stubble and a head of dark blond messy hair. I found myself lost in his blue eyes on many occasions.

Brantley had been ridiculously persistent since he had tried to kiss me during nap time in kindergarten. We grew up going on playdates at each other’s houses, shared a first and very awkward kiss in middle school, dated throughout high school, and did the whole senior prom thing together, but it never felt like more than a friendship. Despite breaking things off with him—again—merely three months before, Brantley was always as flirtatious as ever. I knew he’d date me again if I ever said yes.

“Not much,” I told him. “Going for a little drive then stopping by the store.”

“Oh yeah? Where you headed?” He settled beside me, his shoulder nearly brushing mine.

I jerked my head toward the west side of town. Once you passed the last few houses and drove out past the several miles of fields, the land started to rise into hills covered in dense forest. The Shawnee National Forest offered some great places for hiking, and there was one spot in particular I had in mind, especially if there really was a storm moving in.

Brantley let out a short laugh. “You go up there so much, you really should move there.”

“And miss all of the excitement around here?” I asked with a smile. He shook his head and straightened as I twisted my gas cap back on.

“Well, have fun.” He glanced dejectedly back toward the front door of the gas station. “I gotta get back to work.”
I nodded and reached for my door handle. Brantley grabbed my shoulder.

“Hang on. Do you want to go bowling tomorrow night?”
I groaned inwardly. “Brantley, you know we—”

“Not just with me. Wyatt and Austin will be there, too. You can bring Levi.”

“I’ll ask her about it,” I answered, deflecting. I knew I could always use the excuse that Levi didn’t want to go and I didn’t want to be stuck with a bunch of men all night. “I’ll see you around, Brantley.”

“Yep, bye Lils.”

My car crawled through town. I wasn’t really in the mood to be pulled over by Officer McCormick, though I knew Brantley’s dad would let me off with a warning. When the small houses, with their quaint porches, large shade trees, and unmanicured landscaping, grew farther apart, I pressed my foot harder on the gas pedal.

I jabbed angrily at the A/C button as I left Ware behind me. It stubbornly refused to work, so I gave up and rolled the window down. All I got was a rush of warm southern Illinois air catching at my dark brown and blue locks.
It was a nice drive through the country, the fields of corn waving at me in the breeze as I passed by. Several miles down the road, I took a left off the highway and onto a county road. This rose steadily, winding and twisting into the hills I loved. I passed the old Baptist church beside the cemetery and then took a right next to a sign that read “Gnarled Branch Trail.” The tires crunched down the narrow gravel road and I did my best to avoid the potholes.

I reached my destination: a tiny parking area next to the beginning of the trailhead. Turning off my car, I grabbed my bag, pulled my hair back in a ponytail, and headed out in the opposite direction of the trail. I stepped through the undergrowth, grinning as I imagined my mother’s voice telling me I was going to step on a rattlesnake or copperhead traipsing through the woods like I was. The brush and undergrowth grew sparse and my way opened up. I found my personal little path easily, hardly more than a deer trail, and followed it upward.

My dirt path began to turn rocky and then I was picking my way around large boulders and rocky outcrops. I squeezed up a tiny crevice, shifting my bag so it wouldn’t catch. Reaching the top, I pulled myself up, smiling. This was my secret place.

The land was flat like a shelf sticking out of the hills. It was mostly hard rock with wisps of grass sprinkled here and there. I sat down cross-legged and stared out. The view rose and dipped in forested hills before giving way to a strip of floodplain bordering the twisting Mississippi River in the distance.

Overhead the sky was growing overcast with a thick band of dark clouds moving in from the west. Guess my mom was right; it was going to storm. I grinned.

Shrugging my bag off, I set it beside me. I dug around and pulled out my favorite camera. It was an older model that I had spied in a pawn shop window a few years ago. I still favored film over digital. There was just something about the click and whir of the camera and the challenge of capturing perfection without the aid of manipulation. I gazed out at the expanse of land beyond me and lifted my camera. Then, I lost myself.

My camera clicked as I captured images almost without thought, catching the lines of the hills, their gentle swoops and dips. The ribbon of river in the distance carved through the earth. The wisps of cloud overhead and the tall and commanding presence of the incoming thunderheads. Dark shades of ravines and the light of the faraway water mixed with various shades of gray and green.

It wasn’t until I felt a few drops of water on my arm that I brought myself back to my senses. I tilted my head back.

“Oh, great.” I’d sat there too long.

I quickly wrapped my camera in plastic before stuffing it into my bag. I got up, shifting my feet to encourage circulation. Wind swirled around me, carrying with it the sweet, earthy aroma of fresh rain. It would be a miracle if I made it back to my car without getting soaked. The rumble of thunder and distant rush of incoming rain confirmed my thoughts. How had the storm crept up on me so fast?

Pivoting, I darted toward the spot to make my way back down and then I couldn’t see through sudden white. Pain lanced through me from the inside out as my skull rocked with the loud, earth-shaking boom. The sound was gone just as quickly as the blinding light.

I blinked my eyes, wondering why in the world I was staring up at the sky and letting rain drip on my face. Something hard and wet was beneath me. Moving my fingers, I found the gritty surface of the ground. It felt as if it were swaying slightly. How did I get on the ground? I pulled in a shaky breath, trying to gather my scattered thoughts, and it took me a moment to realize I had to have been struck by lightning. There was no other explanation. Rain continued to pelt my face. I felt relieved that I wasn’t just a scorch mark on the hard rock surface. As I stayed motionless, a sudden thought occurred to me.

My crazy grandma always said thunder was caused by the clash of angels and demons, and lightning was the loser being cast to earth. So when I got hit by lightning, I couldn’t help but wonder, was I struck by an angel or a demon?
I started to sit up with a groan, my muscles protesting as if they had gone through a strenuous workout. Shaking my head, I thought about my grandma’s words. She had always been an eccentric with the most outrageous ideas.

Demons and angels being cast to earth? What a ridiculous…

I blinked several times, and although I did have a buzzing sensation in my head, I was at least eighty percent sure I wasn’t hallucinating. If my mind was lucid, however, then who was the man lying not five feet away from me?

Lily Calhoun wants nothing more than some excitement on her quiet, small-town life. When she gets caught in a storm one afternoon she gets more than she bargained for. Excitement suddenly falls into her life, literally.

Stratus is mysterious, fun, and has a danger to him that Lily finds herself drawn to. Learning that he is either a demon or an angel only makes him more irresistible. But when strangers start turning up dead in her town, Lily begins to fear her new found flame may be the cause.

Caught in a tempest of lies, secrets, and betrayals, Lily must discover who Stratus really is behind his stormy eyes. Is it an angel who will win her heart, or will it be a demon who stakes his claim?

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