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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

The White Russian by Vanora Bennett

In 1937, love was not so easily expressed.  Many women were frustratingly subordinate to the men in their lives.

Evie, a young twenties lady, didn’t want to end up like her mother in that respect while she grew up in a privileged family.  Rather, Evie relished the idea of meeting her grandmother, who lived in Paris and had randomly sent Evie suggestions on being her own woman through the arts. 

After college, Evie escaped her family and flew to Paris.  Finally, she’d meet her estranged grandmother, find out why her grandmother is excluded from the family, and maybe start her own career!The White Russian

This isn’t giving away the story, but grandma’s dead when Evie arrives.  Grandma left a request for Evie, and that’s to find a man from grandma’s past. 

Evie researches and travels to unravel why a man named Zhenya is so important.  Grandma is connected with the White Russians and the story gets more complex as Evie accepts the help of a taxi driver to find Zhenya. 

Jean drives taxi to help with the family economy and is well versed in the connection between the White Russians and the office Grandma had set up for them. 

The close contact between Evie and Jean leads to their own growing relationship, and it couldn’t be any more romantic than the friends that become lovers.

The story of the grandmother’s illicit past and Evie’s beginning on her own are tied together in an intriguing plot of affairs, secrets, and pre- WW1 forgotten history.

Happy Reading,


Monday, September 25, 2017

A Dragon's Treasure & Giveaway!!!

Today I'm introducing a wonderful author who I've meet on a few different occasions. Beverly Ovalle is such an upbeat and lovely lady that I had to stop and interview her. Plus, her books are steamy good! At the end there is a giveaway so keep reading.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

BELLA and the BEAST by Izzy Szyn and a Giveaway!

Bella and the Beast
Scandalous Fairy Tales, Book 2
By Izzy Szyn
Giveaway- Izzy will be giving away an ebook of Wendi and Tink, the first book in the Scandalous Fairy Tales series, to one lucky person on each stop during the tour. All you have to do for your chance to win is leave a comment for Izzy to let her know what Fairy Tale you would like to see re-told Izzy Szyn Style. To increase your chances of winning be sure to visit the other tour stops. You may find those locations here
You only thought you knew the story of Beauty and the Beast.

When Bella's father runs into the woman known as the Beast, she agrees to take his place as a prisoner for the next six months. Plenty of time to get out of her pending marriage to the son of the village's wealthiest family.

When Bella is sent a list of demands and rules, one rule stood out: DON'T FALL IN LOVE.

That seemed simple enough, for who could fall in love with a Beast?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Excerpt: 
“You mean she’s real?” gasped Bella . Bella had heard tales of a woman that people in her village called The Beast. Anna Baste lived in a big house just outside of the village. She’d not been seen since the curse that disfigured her with scars. People said she was evil , sadistic, seducing young women, who claim they were tortured. “Yes,” confirmed Maurice. “Very.” Bella, being very curious about the rumors researched what she’d heard. She watched videos of women with other women . Instead of finding it sick and perverted, Bella thought it was erotic, finding herself wishing she could be seduced like that. Recently her friend from school Wendi, became involved in a dominant relationship with her boss, Miss Belle. Wendi told her of the things that she was made to do with Miss Belle. Things that made Bella envious , things that she knew her friend well enough to know that Wendi loved every minute of being with Miss Belle. “Is she going to help you?” asked Bella. “Yes, for a price,” Maurice answered. “How much money is she asking for?”“It isn’t money she wants,” sighed Maurice. “She wants you.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ About the Author: New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls. Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at

Friday, September 22, 2017


Hey gang, how ya’all doin’?  Hope you are all fine as frog hair split three ways!!!  So, this week, I’m back on my favorite topic…Stupidity.  There just ain’t nuthin’ that gets me spun up like an overdose of stupid on the hoof.

While researching “stupidity” on the internet, I ran across a fabulous saying that fits this week’s story PERFECTLY!  It was a meme with my favorite actor—Sam Elliot—depicted with the saying, “When you’re dead, you don’t know that you’re dead.  All of the pain is felt by others.  The same thing happens when you are stupid.”


So, here’s my stupid story for the month…it happened one day last week at the bank.  I was rushing to make a hair appointment, and it was an absolute emergency.  Between vacation and a sinus infection, I was a week-and-a-half overdue to have the gray washed away—EMERGENCY of major proportions!  I had rescheduled this appointment twice, and couldn’t risk pissing off my hairdresser by being late.

Think about it…he’s got the color of my hair in his hands.  Piss him off and I could walk out of there looking like this!

So, I’m on my way, with about ten minutes to spare—most excellent.  Then I realize I don’t have any money to pay him with and he prefers not to take credit cards.  Uh-Oh.  Okay, nothing I can’t handle…there’s a bank one-half mile from the salon.  No problem…I got this.

I drive to the bank and pull into the drive-thru teller line.  Yeah…only one car in front of me.  Everything is going great—so far.  J  I wait for a minute or two for the guy in front of me to finish his transaction.  That’s when I notice something isn’t right.  He’s punching buttons way too fast…no one can read numbers that quickly.  I begin to focus on what he’s doing.  Good, he’s done—his card comes out, and I’m putting my truck in gear to pull forward as soon as he moves.

He stares at his card for a moment, then inserts it again.


We’ve all been there, right?  The person who enters wrong information, forgets to do everything in one transaction, or the bank that lets you see your balance, but you have to log in all over again if you want to withdraw any money—then there’s the guy who doesn’t know what his balance is, so he guesses at how much money he can get from the machine…several times.  Yeah, that’s the guy I’m behind.

I’m getting steamed as I watch the seconds tick by.  I have 7 minutes to get to the hairdresser or I walk out looking like a head of lettuce, and this guy puts his card in a second time, hits all the buttons with the speed of a chipmunk on amphetamines.  He stares at the machine for a moment, raps it on the side, hits more buttons, and out comes his card again.


I really don’t care that he hasn’t gotten his money.  I just want him gone.  I put my truck in drive again and inch forward, as does the car behind me.

The guy at the machine licks his card and wipes it on his sleeve, inserts it back into the machine a third time, and starts punching numbers like a maniac.


What the hell is this idiot doing?  Is he making that many mistakes?  Is he looking for twice the money he has in his account?  How does it take three tries to get money out of the teller machine?  Ask the damn machine for your balance, idjit!  And who licks his freaking card?

I wait.

He stares at the machine, again hits it on the side, and again punches numbers like Mayweather in a boxing ring.

I am steaming as I watch the seconds continue to tick by.  I now have four minutes to rescue my hair.

His card exits the machine one more time.


Again, I put my truck in drive and inch forward, as the idjit inserts his card a fourth time.  I shriek, “You have no money, a-hole, give it up!”  Fortunately, my window is up, or it mighta got real ugly.  He might have been stupid, but he wasn’t small.  LOL  I think I heard the guy in the car behind me yell something, too.  J

Time to give up and leave.  I scan my rearview mirrors.  No way.  I’ve inched within three feet of the idjit at the machine, and the guy behind me is so close that I can’t see his car over the tailgate of my truck…but when I lean to the right, I can see his back bumper in my side view mirror.  He’s there, and I ain’t going nowhere.

This is when I begin exercising my entire vocabulary of cuss words, calling the guy in front of me everything but smart. 


The guy performs the same routine—insert card, hit buttons furiously, stare at the machine, hit it on the side, eject your card.

This time, I’m taking action.  I’m rolling down my window to tell him to get the hell out of line.  I now have two minutes to get to the hairdresser, and I am definitely feeling the pain of this guy’s stupid.

The guy must have, at long last, exhausted his entire supply of stupid because he finally, blessedly, put his card away and drove off—before I could scream obscenities at him or go to jail for maiming him for life.

I pull up to the machine and squint.  It looks broke.  The screen isn’t black, it’s blue.  So, yes, I exercise my right to be stupid, too.  I insert my card and the screen doesn’t change.  No words, no pretty banking pictures, no on-screen keyboard—just solid blue screen.  Okay, I have stupid moments, but I’m not a complete idjit.  I’m happy to say I drove off after only inserting my card one time.

But I had to wonder…how tough is life for someone who inserts his card into a machine that is clearly broken and displaying the blue screen of death?  Not once, not twice, not three times, but four!!!!  Then it occurred to me that he was there when I arrived.  Is it possible I’d missed the first two times?  Or twenty?  That’s absolutely terrifying.

John Wayne has been credited with saying, “Life is tough.  It’s tougher if you’re stupid.”  I was actually feeling very sorry for the guy at the bank by the time I arrived at my hairdresser seven minutes late, but with money in my hand.  And, no, I did not leave looking like a head of lettuce—because I have a very understanding hairdresser…and did I mention I had money in my hand?  J

That’s my story, stupid and senseless, and I’m stickin’ to it.  Hang on tight now, ‘cuz we’re gonna go real, real fast!

Love ya,


Thursday, September 21, 2017


Heart of Frankenstein is out! Yay! I'm so excited that I was finally able to write this story, which has been hanging out in my head for a couple years now.

This story was inspired by Mary Shelley's classic, Frankenstein. You won't find a square head, electrodes, or any other movie or cartoon features on my creature. I stayed as true to Shelley's as possible. Heart of Frankenstein takes place in present day, but the creature is still alive and he is sorely in need of a mate.

Can a monster find love?

In 1718, he was abandoned then betrayed, spurring his relentless desire for revenge against his creator, Victor Frankenstein. It is now the 21st Century, and despite his fervent wish for death, he still exists, tortured by his crimes, searching only for peace.

Angela Ellis would have frozen to death in the harsh Alaskan wilderness if not for the man who found her on an icy ledge. He calls her Angel, but has no name himself. He is kind, caring, handsome, and scarred both outside and inside. The more she learns about him, the more she wants to knowand the more she falls in love.

He is unworthy of love unless he can confess, but his secrets are buried deep and to reveal them would be to rip out his soul and lose his Angel. Unfortunately, he is given no say in the matter. Nature has a way of revealing all.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Always, Lexi

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Thoughts for a Wednesday!

        Hello, gentle readers! It’s my day to contribute to the Happily Ever After Thoughts blog and as it seems to be the case for me lately, I once again have no topic (I know, how does that happen? The brain is firing on all pistons…I think!).
I could tell you about my current work in progress. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
A Kiss in the Sunlight is going swimmingly….hmmmm, maybe that’s not the right phrase….it’s going well….okay, that’s not right either….it’s giving me heart palpitations! Yes, that’s it! There are days when the words just flow and I’m laughing and having a good time with this story (I love my heroine, Ryleigh. She’s such a klutz! She has a kind heart, though, and that makes up for it). And then there are days when the words are just kinda…stuck in my head and don’t want to come out! The blinking cursor on the blank page is not my enemy (I keep reminding myself of that but sometimes, it’s hard to remember. It’s so demanding! Blink. Blink. Blink.). I will persevere because that’s what I do…I really don’t know any other way.
Other than that, life is going along. The job search continues, but I have to admit, I am enjoying being home (my dog likes it, too…..and I think the DH does as well but I can’t be too sure….I think I may be driving him nuts!). I have more time to write (when the words come) which is so awesome! And I have more time to read (before the eyes get tired and my vision gets blurry). Really enjoying that!
What about you, gentle readers? Anything wonderful happening in your lives you’d like to share?

As always, happy reading!

Sunday, September 17, 2017

BLOOD FLAME and AMETHYST FLAME by Caris Roane only 99¢ each Plus a $25 Giveaway!

Caris Roane's September $.99 Flame Series BLOOD FLAME and AMETHYST FLAME The Flame Series, Books #1 and #2 

Caris is giving away A Red Wire-Wrapped PNR Bracelet (International Winner Receives Gift Card) and A $25 Amazon Gift Card to randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the RaffleCopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here.

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Caris Roane here and I'm so glad you're touring with me. As a bonus, I’m giving away a Reader Care Package to one lucky winner just for leaving a comment on any or all of the blogs on my tour. What’s in the Reader Care Package: Truffles, Ghiradelli Chocolate, print copy of GATES OF RAPTURE, scented lotion and soap, a journal and other goodies! Be sure to visit as many blogs on my tour as you can. The more blogs you comment on, the greater your chances of winning. The Reader Care Package is US only, but an international winner will receive a gift card. How I choose the winner: I will choose the winning blog then choose the winning comment sometime after midnight, October 5th, Arizona time. I will use Random dot org to make the selection. Good luck!
About the Books:
BLOOD FLAME, Book #1 of the Flame Series:
Vampire Officer Connor of the Crescent Border Patrol tries to suppress his desire for the powerful witch, Iris Meldeere. Because the woman possesses the ability to kill him with the tips of her fingers, how can he possibly fall in love with her? When a double homicide throws them together, he soon finds his deepest fantasies fulfilled as Iris succumbs to his seductions. But as they battle together to stay alive, and love begins to consume them both, will the witch be able to forgive the dark secrets of his past …
AMETHYST FLAME, Book #2 of the Flame Series
Hunky Nathan Vaughn, six-six, and one muscled vampire warrior, has had a lot of trouble in his life and needs a good woman to help even things out. Vaughn and Emma met once in the past, the night they rescued three teenage girls from a kidnapping ring. But a vampire and a witch can’t have a relationship in Five Bridges. So, they parted, determined never to see each other again. Emma was desolate, then the phone rang. Vaughn called and kept calling and she kept answering. But the rescue they shared turned out to piss off one very bad wizard who decided they both needed to die. Now they’re in it, fighting to stay alive and working oh-so-hard NOT to fall in love. Will they survive when so much is against them?
Books in the Flame Series:
Book 1: Blood Flame
Book 3: Dark Flame
Book 4: Amber Flame
Holiday Novella: Christmas Flame
~*~*~*~*~*~ Excerpt: from AMETHYST FLAME:
From Chapter One, the opening…
“We didn’t save them after all.”
Vaughn heard the break in Emma Delacey’s voice. His own chest was damn tight and his throat hurt.
He stood beside her at the top of a deep ditch in the middle of the area of Five Bridges known as the Graveyard. Bodies were dumped here every night to be cleaned up by a designated Tribunal squad in the early morning hours.
Tonight was no exception.
He moved closer to her, blood pounding in his head. He stared down at the bodies of three familiar teenage girls, triplets in fact. Two months ago, he and Emma had rescued the girls from a despicable human trafficking organization. Now they were here, naked, beat-up, and laid out like discarded mannequins. Their arms and legs were at odd angles, bones fractured.
The bastard who’d abducted them hadn’t just killed them, he’d tortured each one.
“Jesus. They’ve been savaged.” Vaughn found it hard to breathe, but he wasn’t sure if it was grief or blind rage. He couldn’t believe the girls had been kidnapped a second time.
Emma moaned softly like a wounded animal. She’d become a good friend in recent weeks, despite the fact she was an alter witch and his natural enemy. He slid an arm around her shoulders.
She didn’t pull away, either. “How did Wizard Loghry find them again? I thought they were safe. Their parents said they’d take them out of state.”
“Maybe they did. But you know what Loghry is. He has massive connections throughout the Southwest. He could have hired dozens of people to hunt them down and bring them back.”
“He must have done this for revenge.”
“I have no doubt about that.”
Emma shook her head slowly, her fingers on her lips. “Maybe if we’d left them alone, they’d still be alive.”
“You don’t know that, Em. Girls like these are trapped inside Loghry’s sex clubs with no way to escape. They get used up and after a time no one sees them again.”
She took a shuddering breath. “I’ve never felt so sick about being in Five Bridges.”
He got where Emma was coming from. Having saved the girls the first time, she’d believed they’d done some good. To have these beautiful girls abducted again added to his hatred of the world they’d each gotten stuck in.
But there was another issue they had to deal with, a critical one, as in why he and Emma had been summoned to the scene. He patrolled almost exclusively in Crescent and he knew Emma rarely worked this part of Five Bridges. It felt like a set-up…
I hope you found yourself caught up in this excerpt from Chapter One of AMETHYST FLAME. To Read More and For Buy Links…
About Caris:
Caris Roane is the NY Times Bestselling author of Paranormal Romance. She began her career with Kensington Publishing and for eighteen years wrote Regency Romance as Valerie King. In 2005, Romantic Times Magazine honored her with a career achievement award for her Regency Romance work. To-date, she has published eighty-nine books. Thirty-nine of those are paranormal romances. Most of her paranormal stories are self-published while several in the early days were penned for St. Martin's Press.
Though her stories conjure up hunky PNR warriors, like vampires and wolf-shifters, the romance is everything, including a satisfying Happily Ever After. Her hope is that the reader will come away engrossed in the lives of her tortured heroes and her worthy women as they wage war, as they make love, and as they face the tough issues of life and relationships!  Caris lives in the Phoenix area, in a growing town called Buckeye. When not writing, she’s a real homebody. She loves gardening, sewing, and cooking. She also enjoys creating jewelry and offers her handcrafted, PNR bracelet giveaways to her newsletter and blog subscribers. Her motto? Live the fang! If you want to know more about Caris, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:
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