Tuesday, January 17, 2017
For the next 5 weeks, Tuesday is #TalismanTuesday around here - as The Talisman Chronicles by T.M. Franklin are released - one episode per week!
A mysterious house. An old journal. A dusty chest holding more than secrets.
Each talisman found in the chest grants the chosen a gift, a unique ability. But with that power comes a burden—the duty of The Order.
Something is coming. Something evil. And it's up to The Order to stop it.
Today, we get a double-dose of Talisman excitement. WINDOW - The Talisman Chronicles, Episode 1 is FREE all week!
Chloe Blake has a unique gift, an odd connection to her house that results in glimpses of the past, present, and future via the picture window in her living room. Unfortunately, it’s a gift that sometimes proves to be more of a curse. Especially when she tries to help out Ethan Reynolds, the gorgeous boy who lives across the street – an endeavor that, for some reason, always seems to backfire.
Or leave her covered in mud.
But the house is convinced Ethan’s life is in danger and Chloe’s the only one who can save him. The problem is, he thinks she’s more than a little crazy.
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Wren Galloway’s not happy that her mother’s vagabond lifestyle lands her in yet another new school, this time in gray and rainy Lamsden, Washington. She’s even less happy when she’s plagued by strange nightmares, sleepwalking, and a feeling that something really weird is going on in the small town.
When she wakes up outside Chloe Blake’s house—a house that’s been front-and-center in her dreams—she starts on a journey that takes her up the stairs to Chloe’s attic, and to a mysterious chest that grants her an unbelievable power.
But power comes with a price, and the question is, will Wren be able to pay it?
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Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Anne Conley's first ever historical romance is here!
The year is 1865 and The Civil War is officially over, but tensions are still high as everyone tries to get back to normal. Emily Evans and her mama, Rachel, are waiting for their men to come home. They’ve spent the last two years doing whatever it takes to hold on to their Texas farm, so when a passel of Union soldiers makes their way through on their way back to the North, the women find a possible solution to keeping their land out of the bank’s hands.
The last battle of the war, a fruitless skirmish at Palmito Ranch, was Isaack Ward’s last chance for a death of honor. When he survives the futile conflict the North lost, he and his men can only begin the long journey home. The last thing he expects is to fall ill and wake up to a loving gaze and halo of golden curls.
Recuperating on a farm somewhere in east Texas, Isaack realizes he has nothing to go home to and only love and comfort where he is. Emily’s sunshiny demeanor and caring outlook provide visions of a future he hadn’t thought he deserved.
When Emily receives word her future husband isn’t coming home, she allows herself to acknowledge the emotions evoked by the quiet soldier with the dangerous eyes evokes. Can she learn to love the enemy?
Note from the Author:
Note from the Author:
Don't let the title fool you. It IS a companion novella to my Book B!tches series, but you DO NOT have to read the Book B!tches at all to enjoy this one (although it would be cool for me).
Fireflies lit up the evening as if they were just as glad the rain had stopped. The wilderness here had a specific beauty to it, and even though he’d been sleeping in a smelly barn for the last month or so, he preferred it to the luxury he’d been accustomed to in New York. Even more, he preferred sleeping under the stars and didn’t know how he’d ever go back home. It wasn’t his home anymore. Right now, on this farm, with the fireflies buzzing around, flashing their mating signal, Isaack was more at home than he’d felt in years.
A creak jerked his attention to the porch, and he saw Emily there, wrapped in her blue shawl, the one that looked so beautiful against her skin. Silently, she pulled the edges closer as she watched him.
He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, for getting caught staring at her, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away. She was the most magical creature he’d ever seen, and now they were out in the open, alone, at night.
Wordless, Isaack walked up the porch steps, careful to keep to the edges so they didn’t squeak, his eyes on hers. She tracked his progress as he stalked closer. It had been so long since a woman made him this edgy, this tense. He felt a buzz around Emily, a heat he didn’t know.
It was a burning energy that radiated out and pulsed within. A fiery, pulsing buzz. One he couldn’t extinguish.
He focused his gaze on Emily as he closed the gap between them. When they were toe-to-toe, he didn’t know what to do next. So he continued his stare. He couldn’t look away if he wanted to; the pull to her was too fierce.
“Are you okay? After this afternoon?” he whispered, lost in her seeking eyes. She nodded, mute. He reached out a finger to touch her hair, loose around her shoulders. His finger made the courageous journey, twining around the piece of corn silk. Isaack watched it, in awe. He had wanted to touch it for weeks now but hadn’t known how to get up the nerve.
It was the fireflies’ fault for putting romantic notions in his head.
Gathering courage from his finger, Isaack took a breath, the deepest he could manage, and lowered his face to hers.
Tentatively, he touched her lips with his, feeling their softness—infinite softness. She whispered a sigh at the contact, and Isaack’s finger tugged on the tendril of hair wrapped around it, grasping more. Emily’s delicate fingers traced up his shirt, tickling his chest, leaving a heated trail behind. He couldn’t stop. Having come this far, he couldn’t go backward, only forward.
His other hand rested on her hip, urging her into him as his mouth opened over hers. Every inch of her trembled under his touch as she pressed her body against his. He’d been wrong. She was certainly softer than she looked.
Her innocent kiss turned to more as she opened under his mouth, unfurling like a flower blooming in the dawn’s light. The fiery need inside him exploded, and he tugged her body closer, flush against his. Isaack felt her soft curves next to him, and he longed for more. He willed his hands to be still and not explore the curves and soft skin he knew he’d find under her garments, even though every fiber of his being craved it.
She tasted of sunshine and innocence, and he couldn’t get enough of her. But, tonight, it was not to be.
With a whimper, Emily pushed him back, and he allowed it, his hooded eyes watching her shrink back against the wall of the house. But she didn’t run. Her eyes looked at him, full of questions, but she didn’t speak, only brought the back of her hand to her mouth and stared with wide eyes. Her fingers trembled in the moonlight.
“I’m not sorry for that, but I probably shouldn’t have.” His voice was a gruff whisper as he took a step backward.
“No …” Emily looked like she would say more, but Isaack didn’t know what she meant by that one word, and he didn’t press her. He had no idea if she had a man off in the war or not. He’d heard she’d been married, but there were so many widows now.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Anne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She’s been writing for public consumption for the past several years. Currently, she has four romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God’s four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. Her newest series, Book B!tches, is all about a group of women in Mystic, Texas who get into all sorts of shenanigans. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.