Saturday, February 21, 2015

Horror Business by Ryan Craig Bradford - Review & Giveaway

Horror Business

Ryan Craig Bradford

February 2015

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Armed with a passion for classic B-grade horror movies, a script co-written by his twin brother, and a wicked crush on his death-obsessed neighbor; hardcore horror fan Jason Nightshade must finish his student film.

But his plans are derailed when the children of suburban Silver Creek start disappearing – his twin brother among them. Battling a possessed video camera, a crazy zombie dog, a monstrous bully, and a frighteningly broken down family life, Jason embarks on a mission to find his lost brother so the two can write an ending for his story.

As any horror fan knows, saving the day won’t be easy, as Jason finds himself forced to face the real world where death isn’t just a splash of fake blood on a camera lens.

My Review: I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Unique, entertaining, and scary at times, Horror Business is a nonstop rollercoaster ride. Once I started, I simply had to know what happened to the missing kids. The pacing is lightning-fast, never a dull moment or time to rest.

Funny thing is, I'm not really sure what happened in the novel. Sure I finished it, but the horror that visited Jason's town was elusive and strange. Elements from different aspects of horror pervade the story-- zombies, ghosts, all the things that go bump in the night. There are some scenes that are downright spine-tingling. Have I mentioned that I don't spook easily?

The protagonists are young teenagers and the story reads like YA, but the subject matter and language are more appropriate for an older reading crowd. I loved the fast pace, characters Ally and Jason, as well as the melding of the making of a horror film with real life horror. The confusion I was left with upon finishing the novel wasn't so great. I guess I was looking for more in the way of closure or explanation.

I recommend Horror Business for those who enjoy edge-of-your-seat horror mixed with mystery. Throw in a zombie dog, and it just makes everything more fun. Yep, Brock, the zombie dog, was my favorite character.

About the Author

Ryan grew up in Park City, Utah. His fiction has appeared in Quarterly West, Paper Darts, Vice, Monkeybicycle and [PANK]. He currently lives in San Diego where he acts as Creative Director for the nonprofit literary arts organization So Say We All. He’s the co-editor of the anthology Last Night on Earth and founder of the literary horror journal, Black Candies.

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Friday, February 20, 2015

Bear Witness by Michele Bardsley - Giveaway

Rafe discovers too late that these killers are inhuman... 
Publication Date: February 3, 2015
Genre: Paranormal Romance

After Gretchen Myers rescues her murdered stepsister's baby, she's nearly killed in a not-so-accidental car crash. When she wakes up in a Las Vegas hospital, she's alone ... until Rafe Pearson shows up. Not only does he have the baby, but he also manages to rescue her from yet another attempt on her life.

Rafe is approximately the size of a linebacker with the looks of a GQ model. Yet, Gretchen has never seen a man so lonely. And he's never met a woman so stubborn. But while she and the baby are in danger, there's no way the former cop will let them out of his sight.

As a bear shifter who lives in a cabin deep in the woods of Mount Charleston, he has the perfect place to protect his new charges. Then the persistent hunters track down their vulnerable prey, and Rafe discovers too late that these killers are inhuman...

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Michele Bardsley writes howling good paranormal romances. When she's not writing, Michele consumes chocolate, crochet hats, watches "Supernatural," reads on her Kindle, and spend times with her awesome hubby and their fur babies. 

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Cover Reveal: Guardians of Terath: Seeking Sorrow by Zen DiPietro - Giveaway

I'm so excited to share the cover reveal for Guardians of Terath: Seeking Sorrow by Zen DiPietro! This is a modern fantasy with sci-fi and romantic elements.

It is being published by Soul Mate Publishing on March 25 and will be available for preorder on March 14th.

I love the cover-- she doesn't look like to type anyone should try to mess with :)

An earth-like world of high-tech humans faces the reality that their world is not as safe as they thought it was. Five people are thrown together to quietly get to the bottom of an unfathomable mana event that must stay quiet. If the population of Terath becomes aware of the truth, it will spark a civil war. That war would pit the majority of the population against the powerful minority with the ability to harness and manipulate mana. The resulting cataclysm would decimate the population and tear apart the foundation of society.
The five people chosen for this must reconsider everything they thought they knew about manaeven as they learn to trust one another’s abilitiesThey must embrace everything they never wanted in order to prevent the devastation of their world. One of them will be forever changed. Love will be denied, badassery will be unleashed, and Terath will never be the same. 
Even success comes at a price.

About the Author:

Zen DiPietro is a lifelong bookworm, a fantasy/sci-fi writer, a dancer, and a mom of two. Also red-haired, left-handed, and a vegetarian geek. Absolutely terrible at conforming. Particular loves include badass heroines, Star Trek, British accents, baba ganoush, and the smell of Band-Aids. Writing reviews, author interviews, and fun stuff at Very active on Facebook, Twitter (@ZenDiPietro), and Pinterest. You can also find her on Goodreads.

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Sleeping Tom by E.V. Fairfall - Review & Giveaway

 Sleeping Tom

E.V. Fairfall

YA Contemporary Romance
February 14, 2015

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Hitchhiking is a bad idea but Caden is desperate.

When she accepts a ride from the first car to come by she meets Gabriel. He’s her age, hot, and the closest thing she has to a savior. Problem is, he is a total jerk. With nowhere to go, Caden convinces Gabriel to let her stay with him for one night. He reluctantly lends a couch.

That night Caden wakes up to strange noises. Concerned, she rushes into Gabriel’s room, already anticipating his bad temper. Instead, he’s kind, sweet, and suspiciously harmless—nothing like the man who gave her a ride. He seems like a different person altogether, and claims he is. By night he is Tom, and by day he is Gabriel. Caden finds herself drawn to the mysteries hidden in his eyes.

For Gabriel, Caden is an annoying mistake. One night turns into many, and despite all his anger towards her, she stays. She even seems to accept him and his flaws, but he still doesn’t trust her—is she staying for him, or has she already discovered more than he’s willing to share?

My Review: I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review

Emotionally charged and sometimes draining, Sleeping Tom pairs two psychologically scarred people together in an angst-filled YA romance. Well-written and deeply descriptive, this novel will touch the reader, and make them wonder about the characters long after they finish reading.

It was somewhat ironic-- the night Rebecca's psyche broke from an abusive relationship, and she decided to become Caden (in an effort to become a new, better person), was the night that she met Gabriel/Tom, a person with a true dissociative identity disorder. The fact that Caden wasn't scared away when she discovered the boy, Tom, who only came out at night, made her an impressive character. Confused? Gabriel was himself during the day, but at night the persona Tom, a younger version of Gabriel, took over.

I'm still processing my feelings about this novel. I loved the plot, it was unique and intriguing. The story itself was realistic-- no happy ending at the end of this one-- but not tragic either. I normally hate cliffhangers, but this is a rare instance where it worked. Any other ending would have ruined the story for me. I enjoyed watching Caden become stronger as she spent more time away from her abusive ex. Caden was an aspiring chef, and I adored the cooking scenes where her true personality really shone through.

Ms. Fairfall did a great job marking the sections between day and night (Tom and Gabriel) to avoid confusion. I also enjoyed the shifting POV between Caden and Gabriel. Be warned, this isn't a light read, so be sure to have tissue handy. Oh, and don't plan to read in a doctor's office like I did. I'm looking forward to finding out what happens to Gabriel/Tom in Waking Gabriel.

About the Author

I love to write just as much as I love to read. I try to read a book per week, which doesn’t always work out, but it’s the thought that counts. Aside from all that I am a huge animal person.

Transformed is my first novel, but it isn’t my first publication; I’ve had several short stories published over the last two years. My main goal as a writer is to explore humanity and to give people something fun to read.

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Ember by Rachel Van Dyken - Excerpt & Giveaway

Happy Release Day to Rachel Van Dyken for her new release, Ember! Not only do I like the cover (I love the phoenix), but the blurb really caught my attention. Check out the excerpt. I love the play between the two characters. I'm definitely looking forward to reading this one :)

I am a Killer. A Rapist. A Monster.

I know only pain and survival.

That is until the Cappo's sister walked into my life.

And changed everything.

She's a light who makes my darkness darker, her smile makes my heart turn to ice, and I can't escape the fear her seductive looks instill--knowing it's only a matter of time before I fail--again, and take her for myself.

This is the story of my redemption.

But it's not pretty...I died, and now I'm alive, but not living, breathing but not surviving. I am Phoenix De Lange, son to a murdered mob boss, estranged brother, horrible friend, monster in the making, newest leader to one of the most powerful families in the Cosa Nostra.

And I will have my vengeance.

Or die trying.

I am Phoenix De Lange.

Death is all I know.

Until she offers me a piece of life--I can't resist taking.



Once we were on the road, Phoenix chose the correct music for our drive. I say correct because, according to him, one didn't start the day listening to hip-hop or anything remotely fun. No. Mr. Rogers had me listening to classical music.


Mozart, to be exact.

Not that I wasn't a fan of the arts, but really? It just seemed so against what you would expect from him. He was the bad boy personified; like, if you put his name in the dictionary, right next to it would be "And mothers warned their daughters to stay away, but the heart wants what the heart wants, and that heart wants that body… bad."

He was all lean muscle and tight abs.

And I could have sworn he had a dimple, but I'd never actually seen it. Phoenix's dimple was like Bigfoot; I'd seen glimpses in pictures and via rumors, but I had never actually seen it for myself.

One day.

One day I'd catch it and take a mental picture or five. Maybe ten. Needless to say, I knew that if I had one of his smiles, it would be a magical thing.

His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard I had a brief moment of panic thinking he was actually going to rip the thing from the dash and have a breakdown. Sad part? I half-expected it. He wasn't acting normal… well, he was always moody, but this morning he seemed downright suicidal.

"So…" I tried to zone out the instruments assaulting my sanity. "You went to Eagle Elite, right?"

He was quiet for a minute then gave a swift nod.

"Wow, don't talk so fast. I almost didn't get all that."

And crickets. Again.

I cleared my throat. "You graduate?"

"Sort of."

"How do you sort of graduate?"

"Did you bring lunch money?" He asked in a tight voice.

I gaped. "Did you just ask me if I brought lunch money?"

He shrugged.

"You're driving me to school, forcing Mozart on my poor sensitive morning ears, and just asked me if I had money for milk."

"I'm concerned about you eating. Sue me."

"Pretty sure the Nicolasi boss can afford to spare me a few dollars for a sandwich and a can of pop."

"No pop."

"Who died and made you my grandpa? Seriously. I want to know so I can steal your gun and point it at them."

"Nobody touches my gun."

"Which one?" I smirked, hoping he'd find the humor in my sexual innuendo, but who was I kidding? It was Phoenix. He simply grunted, rolled his eyes, and kept driving.

In a moment of pure rebellion, I undid the first two buttons of my white, collared shirt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice calm, his eyes still on the road.

"Wow, you really are like a parent. You can see me even when you aren't looking."

"Button that shit to your chin before I pull this car over."

"Put on Jay-Z, and we'll talk."

More cursing.

I undid another button.

"Son of a bitch, you're annoying."

"Is this our first lovers' spat?"

"Were there drugs in your toast?" He finally glanced at me, his blue eyes chilling me to the bone. "Be serious. I don't want to get called into the dean's office because you're high."

"Do I look like I'm on drugs?"

"Is this a trick question?"



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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Cinderella and the Ghost by Marina Myles - Excerpt, Interview & Giveaway

Cinderella and the Ghost
The Cursed Princes, Book Four

Marina Myles

Historical/Paranormal Romance
February 17, 2015

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A stroke of paint and a stroke of luck. Will they come together to create magic at the stroke of midnight?

When her demanding stepmother died, Ella Benoit knew just how far their fortunes had fallen, unlike her spoiled stepsisters. So she never expected the bequest from her late father. A chateau in France and the freedom to live her own life, all at once!

The chateau has seen better days, but Ella knows she can put the ruined house to rights. The life-size portrait of its first owner, Jean-Daniel Girard, seems to watch her work with approval, even pleasure. With bright blue eyes, strong features, and an athlete’s body, the viscount is a tempting sight even now, more than three hundred years after his tragic death. But the more she looks at the portrait, the more convinced Ella is that she’s met Jean-Daniel before. In another life, perhaps—or maybe, as the form who haunts the halls at night, invading Ella’s dreams…

Interview with Marina Myles

I'm pleased to welcome author Marina Myles today to answer some questions about her series The Cursed Princes and about life in general :)

Tell us about your main character in Cinderella and the Ghost. Who is Ella?
Ella is a character readers can really root for because she represents the quintessential underdog. She is every woman who’s been mistreated. She is every woman who dreams of finding true love. And she’s every woman who discovers that she deserved what life has to offer all along.

Cinderella and the Ghost is book four in The Cursed Princes series. Tell us about the series. Are the installments standalone or best read in order?
The books in this series can definitely be read as standalones. However, there are two, enchanted pieces of jewelry which run through them as common threads. That’s why readers will get maximum enjoyment if they read my books in order.

What is your favorite fairy tale?
Cinderella is my favorite, hands down. I remember having it read to me as a child and getting completely immersed in Cinderella’s tortured & magical world. When she transforms for the ball, all the splendor of being a princess for a day and all the hope in the world came together for me at 6 years old!! I knew I wanted to write my own version of the classic fairy tale someday.

Which do you prefer: classic fairy tales or Disney versions?
I prefer a combination of both. In the Brothers Grimm versions, we encounter a very dark, ominous atmosphere to accompany the evil in the fairy tales. In the delightful Disney versions, we get a colorful, fun aura which viewers love as a contradiction. Good versus evil, in other words. I hope my novels embody some of this combination.

I love your covers! Do you have any input on the design?
Thank you so much! I have to say I love my covers too! I have input as far as filling out an art sheet form to specify the characters’ hair/eye color and describe the setting. Oh, and I also get to supply examples of similar covers that might work. Next, my editor comes up with the basic theme and then passes it on to Hot Damn Designs, a company that executes the covers.

If you could visit any fictional place, where would you go?
Wow – that’s a great question! I think I would go back to eighteenth-century France and visit Château de Maincy. It’s when and where my hero in CINDERELLA AND THE GHOST lived. I really enjoyed researching that time in history because I found the noblemen very sexy!

Your bio states you were a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader—a dream of many American girls. What was it like?
Being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader was an amazing experience! I tried out for the squad on a whim and surprisingly, I made it! It was a blast traveling all over the country and entertaining people. When I watch “Making the Squad” (the current television show about the DCC) I know I wouldn’t make it today. I’d have to be twenty again, but you know what I mean! Being a part of the team is a much stricter experience. When I was a cheerleader, the Dallas Cowboys organization was very professional and well-run, but it wasn’t as worried about what the girls weighed. We were curvier, to say the least and I don’t think that was a bad thing.

If you could have dinner with any historical figures, who would you entertain? What would you serve? I would love to have Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (author of the Sherlock Holmes stories) and William Shakespeare over for dinner. I would pick their brains about their writing styles and their inspiration. They were geniuses!! Being British, they’d be served dark ale and fish and chips!!

What is the best piece of writing advice you’ve received? The worst?
The best piece of writing advice came from Jennifer Ashley, a superb romance author in my opinion. When she spoke at my local RWA chapter meeting, she said “Write where your passion lies. Then your talent will find a home. Whether your work ends up with a traditional New York publisher, an ebook publisher or you go Indie, your talent and passion will shine through.” Her advice goes along with the worst guidance I ever got. This was to write for the current trends. Personally, I believe that by the time you write the book, have it critiqued/edited, and then wait for it to be published, that trend will be over.

Outlines—yes or no?
I don’t do outlines, per say. However, I will create a character sheet and a diagram that maps out internal/external conflict. I also know my beginning and end of the story and then I’ll mentally fill in the middle.

Any advice for new writers dipping a toe into these shark infested waters?
Don’t be afraid or intimidated, but do your research!! Understand that writing is a craft. It must be treated as such. There all skills to be mastered such as show don’t tell, active voice vs. passive voice, avoid point of view slips, etc. Once you have these skills honed, write your first manuscript. Odds are you might not sell that first ms. but you’ll learn a great deal from it. Go on to write your second one and try to get a literary agent!

Anything you’d like you readers to know?
I’d like them to know that I love writing these books as much as I hope they enjoy reading them! It might sound cliché, but writing is something I need to do, artistically. It’s also the way I get the characters in my head to stop talking!

Where can fans find you online?

It’s been fun. Thanks for having me!

As Ella passed the drawing room, she halted. Eerie goose bumps blanketed her arms. Drawn to the room, she felt as though she’d been in it before.
She crossed the threshold under a sudden trance. Icy stabs of déjà vu assaulted her because the ornate furnishings and draperies seemed extremely familiar. Perhaps, she considered, I’ve seen the room in one of Adelaide’s real estate or decorating magazines.
Taking a few steps forward, she noticed a huge blank spot on the east wall. The area’s wallpaper not only showed a variance in color, it outlined a missing, life-sized painting or tapestry.
How odd. Why had the art work been removed? Where was it now?
An unrelenting force summoned her closer to the blank spot. Her inquisitiveness grew. If the missing object was indeed a life-sized painting, it must have taken forever to complete. She wondered about its subject. A landscape? More likely, a portrait.
Prodded to start a hunt, she went through several rooms on Château de Maincy’s main level. She searched the front parlor, the back parlor, and the music room. Her favorite was the ballroom. As she entered, a spark met her toes. Wide-eyed, she noticed that rays of sunshine cast a sparkling aura over its faded parquet floor. A glittering chandelier hung in the center of the gold-toned room and anchored the enormous space.
When the chandelier caught a beam of sunlight, Ella received another spark. She put her hand to her warm cheeks. She could almost hear strains of a quadrille—and the drone of chatter as if she were at a party.
Not a party. She rephrased the thought. A ball.
Eyes blurred, she slipped into a deeper trance. Suddenly, she was wearing a stunning costume and was stepping into waltz with a debonair nobleman sporting a mask. The nobleman pulled her tightly against him. Other guests wearing masks looked on.
It was a masquerade ball! More scenes flashed before Ella. Warm wind gusted into the room and then—
Exiting the trance, she realized that the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Why in heaven had she experienced that?
Her father had written that Ella had been at the château before. Yet she had no conscious memory of the visit. Maybe, she thought as she rubbed her eyes, the atmosphere of this house is too seductive to resist.
Still reeling from the vision, her attention shifted to a long-case clock in the corner. Its shattered face was visible through a hinged glass panel that hung ajar. The top of the clock bore a large, vertical gash.
How odd.
Ella inched closer. The open door revealed that the time-piece had been frozen at twelve o’clock. She touched the immobile hands—and in the bright light of the room, she noticed that the clock’s maker had etched his name and creation date into a groove bordering the clock’s pendulum.
Montbleu ~ 1703.
All at once, Ella remembered standing in front of the long-case clock, precisely like this. But how could that be? She must have repressed memories from her visit here as a child. Yet, she couldn’t explain the vision of herself dancing with the handsome man.
Once she confirmed that a life-sized painting wasn’t hanging in the ballroom, she made her way up the grand staircase. Inexplicably, she felt drawn to where she was going. When she reached the second floor of the house, she studied a wall of faded frescoes depicting late seventeenth century life. When something told her to go on, she padded to the third floor landing.
A palpable hush filled the corridor ahead of her. Then a charged stream of energy rushed through the hall. Since all the curtains were drawn over the arched windows, the hallway sat in darkness and shadow. Ella should be doing so many things. Unpacking. Cleaning. Deciding which bedroom would be hers. But a sense of urgency prompted her feet to continue.
What will I find in this part of the house? Glimpses of the valiant but very dead Jean-Daniel Girard?
Gulping, she opened door after door and peeked in. She finally came to a storage space, with an additional staircase leading up to an attic. Creeping up those stairs, Ella surveyed the articles on the landing. Broken mirrors and articles of furniture draped in white sheets lay strewn about. Tangled strings of cobwebs swathed the wood paneling.
A glowing beam of sunlight angled into the room. Ella’s pulse sped. In the corner, she spotted an item covered with a black cloth. The object reclined against the far wall—and appeared to be larger than she was. Pushing the curtains open, she allowed more sunlight to bathe the space. Hands quivering, she moved back to the draped item and pulled away the black cloth.
The painting’s gilded frame was stunning. On it, Ella located a nameplate.

Jean-Daniel Girard—Viscount de Maincy

Slowly, as though her life was being altered with every centimeter, her stare ascended to the nobleman’s astonishing face. Instantly, the world fell into a compelling silence.
Jean-Daniel Girard was tall, muscular, and inarguably handsome. In fact, his good looks were so striking that Ella could barely breathe as she gazed upon them. More than that, she knew she’d seen his face somewhere before. While she racked her brain about where she’d seen it, her gaze roamed over Jean-Daniel’s sold body, penetrating aquamarine eyes, and angular features. He could be described as classically handsome. The epitome of male beauty, really. And thankfully, that classic quality helped him transcend the fanciful clothing and wig he wore.
Ella took a step in and studied him some more. True to subjects painted in that era, he wasn’t smiling. Rather, he seemed a pensive and a bit melancholy. However, she could tell from the laugh lines bracketing his generous mouth that he grinned often.
Incredibly lifelike, Jean-Daniel seemed capable of emerging from the painting right then and there. Ella’s skin tingled.
Her gaze drifted to the adorable dog sitting at the viscount’s feet. A splendid example of a hound, it possessed a gleaming brown-and-white coated, an open mouth, and a protruding tongue. Oddly, the dog seemed to be smiling.
“I can tell you loved your master,” she murmured.
Mesmerized by the man in the painting, Ella stared at his image for what felt like hours. The more she analyzed it, the more she noticed its “lost soul” quality. She crossed her arms. No, that wasn’t it. Instead, there seemed to be something underlying the viscount’s solemn face. As if he weren’t solemn at all. As if he possessed a sense of unfinished business.
To die so young…
She finally looked at the portrait’s backdrop. A vivid depiction of Château de Maincy surrounded Jean-Daniel. A cluster of servants was working in the fields adjacent to the splendid house. Wide-eyed bluebirds perched on the tree branches over his wigged head.
So that’s the way the estate looked in its heyday.
Stepping closer, she zeroed in on Jean-Daniel’s astounding eyes. They seemed to come alive—and for the briefest moment, he did as well. If only they were on a first-name basis! The thought exhilarated her.
While she and the figure locked stares, a new layer of goose bumps sprang up on Ella’s arms. She retreated. Despite the warmth of the room, a chill barraged her body.
“Jean-Daniel Girard is quite swoon-worthy, non?” whispered an unfamiliar voice.

About the Author

Marina Myles’s love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale. During her college days in Dallas, she received degrees in English Literature and Communications—and enjoyed the unique experience of being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. Now that she lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she hasn’t left her glamorous life behind completely. After all, she gets to divide her time between her loving family, her loyal Maltese, and worlds filled with fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Tears of Crimson by Michelle Hughes - Giveaway

Tears of Crimson

Michelle Hughes

Paranormal Romance
February 17, 2015

Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.

I was only fifteen the first time he found me.  I say he found me because I hadn't been looking for him... yet there he was when I closed my eyes. When my mother was declared insane, the only person I had left in the world was Granny Louise.  Even though she was good to me, I was a target for bullies, ones that were convinced that the apple never fell far from the tree.  I was tired of my life, tired of a world that fostered such heartache and pain.

Rafe changed things.

He salvaged what was left of my will to live.  Those six years became my lifeline.  He opened my eyes to passion, shared a world with me that was so vivid that I could still hear his words in my ears, and the ghost of his touch on my skin when I woke up.

Now that my world has seemingly fallen apart, the only place I can think of going is where my dreams took place- New Orleans.  Rafe and I have walked those streets in my fantasies.  Somehow, I feel like that's where I can find my salvation, my purpose.

What frightens me is, now that I've stepped in Tears of Crimson, a part of me is starting to believe that some dreams are meant to be lived.

About the Author

Michelle Hughes is an international bestselling romance author with over 15 books published. She is an Alabama native, married with five children, and formerly a singer/songwriter. Michelle is also the owner of Tears of Crimson LLC which provides exposure to independent authors and entertainers on a global level.

When she's not writing or promoting, Michelle and her family enjoy spending time on their 40 acre homestead in Verbena. Fishing, riding four wheelers and exploring all the natural resources of her state are very important to Michelle. She is also a den leader to her local cub scouts troop. Giving back to the community is something Michelle truly believes in, and is always willing to help with organizations that support those less fortunate.

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