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#IABBAddicts GUEST AUTHOR: A.M. Liebowitz
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About the Book
Author: A. M. LeibowitzTitle: Passing on Faith
Pages: 276
Genre: General Fiction, LGBT
Date published: November 1, 2015
Synopsis:
Following his father’s death, Micah Forbes believes he can finally put the family who rejected him and their religious bigotry behind him. In a cruel twist, his older brother calls to tell him he’s inherited their father’s abandoned vacation home.
Micah discovers the house comes complete with a long list of repairs, boxes full of family secrets, and a handful of quirky neighbors. Despite not wanting to get in too deep, he can’t help the spark of interest stirred when the sexy redhead next door offers his help. Everything about the enigmatic Cat Rowland throws Micah off-balance, from his gender-bending sense of fashion to his handy repair skills to his deep spirituality. Before long, Micah is swept up by Cat and his friends, but Cat himself keeps his heart carefully protected.
When Micah’s past and his present collide in a painful way, his self-destructive coping habits threaten to overwhelm him. To save himself, he needs to open his soul and let someone in. Cat has the key to unlock him, if he can let down his guard and trust his faith enough to catch Micah as he falls.
ExcerptMicah stared up at the old house. It was nicer than he’d remembered, at least on the outside—other than the overgrown lawn and garden. He wondered if there was a lawn mower in the shed. Then he wondered if there was a shed. Just one more thing to worry about. At least he had the entire summer to figure out what he did and didn’t have available to him.
His mind ran through all the possible scenarios of what could go wrong during his tenure there, from the house falling down around him to his friends having a crisis while he was unavailable. He tried not to imagine that the students renting his own home had merely been putting up a front and were actually throwing a wild party even as Micah stood on the front porch of the lake house. None of that would do; they were his way of finding excuses not to stay in Concordia.
While he was thinking about all of that, a voice behind him said, “Hey, there.”
Micah nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned around slowly and came face-to-face with a gingery-blond young man. He was average height, perhaps an inch or two shorter than Micah, and had a wiry build. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale skin, and he had a row of small hoops down one ear. In the other ear, he wore a dangling earring that looked like some kind of leaf. He had on a trendy pair of black knee-length pants and a fitted white t-shirt with a rock band logo Micah didn’t recognize. His gray-green eyes were wide and held a spark of mischief, and his mouth curled upward in a charming smirk.
GiveawayABOUT THE AUTHOR
A. M. Leibowitz is a queer spouse, parent, feminist, and book-lover falling somewhere on the Geek-Nerd Spectrum. Ze keeps warm through the long, cold western New York winters by writing about life, relationships, hope, and happy-for-now endings. In between noveling and editing, Ze blogs coffee-fueled, quirky commentary on faith, culture, writing, books, and her family.
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Tuesday, December 15, 2015
#EdgeOfMadness COMING MARCH 2016
Want to shake off the toothache causing sweetness of the Holidays and Valentine's Day by diving into an anthology of the macabre, disturbed, and the twisted?
On March 1, 2016 Paper Gold Publishing and 15 authors will bring you to THE EDGE OF MADNESS, but you can PRE-ORDER TODAY to ensure your Kindle gets a dose of crazy as soon as the collection goes live!
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The stories you'll be getting:
CAPTIVE (BOOK 1 OF A NEW LIFE SERIES) — Samantha Jacobey
TROPICAL NIGHTMARES — Kelly Cozzone
NORTH BY NORTHEAST — Cherime MacFarlane
MY DAYLIGHT MONSTERS — Sarah Dalton
DUPLICITOUS — Stephanie Nett
DIRTY BUSINESS — Julie Elizabeth Powell
NO CALLER ID — Ruby West
A CRYSTAL SNOWFLAKE — Holly Barbo
BLOOD IS POWER — Ella Medler
LOST SHADOWS — Julie Elizabeth Powell
SPLIT — Michele E. Gwynn
SLOTS — R.E. Hargrave
BLOOD CROW — Cleve Sylcox
SECRETS ROOM — Kim Faulks
An EXCERPT from SLOTS by R.E. Hargrave
The bars of Las Vegas have always been my favorite hunting ground. With their hustle and bustle, their crowds of self-absorbed patrons who are hell bent on winning big while being negligent of their surroundings, they’re perfect. I could be nobody, or everybody, nondescript as I was in my dark bland apparel. My true colors showed beneath, though—to anyone who had the fortitude to open their eyes, and look.
On this particular night I found myself sitting in one of the numerous casinos, sipping my club soda while the lights flashed and the noise levels rose in direct proportion to the diminishing sobriety levels. My face was relaxed, cheeks dusted in a five o’clock shadow, and dark locks unkempt so blending into my surroundings was effortless. I was just your average guy, good-looking enough not to repel, but not one of those drop-dead gorgeous types who turned heads or made jaws drop. The people around me couldn’t know I was wearing my favorite SpongeBob boxers; I doubt they would’ve cared if they had. This was Vegas after all. For me, there was something arousing about having the childish fabric hugging my junk. All black on the surface—black tee, black jeans, black cowboy boots—the shock of color below was a testament to how much fun I could be.
I smiled.
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#TeaserTuesday #AuthorToAuthor: Exquisite Christmas by Jennifer Garcia & Others
When romance writers give love stories to the world, we do more than entertain – we share our hope for something better. These imaginative moments of happy-ever-after warm the soul and ripple outward. The world needs more love, and every bit helps.
We hope you enjoy this collection of heartwarming seasonal tales and delicious recipes by twenty-one Bestselling, Award-winning, and Multi-Published Authors from the international Exquisite Quills community: Victoria Adams, Rose Anderson, E. Ayers, Beverley Bateman, Lily Bishop, Barb Caffrey, Helena Fairfax, J.D. Faver, Jennifer Garcia, Romy Gemmell, Vonnie Hughs, Susan Jaymes, Gemma Juliana, Jean Lamb, Lyndi Lamont, Zanna Mackenzie, Janis Susan May, Dee Ann Palmer, Jane Leopold Quinn, Kaye Spencer, and M. S. Spencer.
Happy Holidays! 
Every night, as my daddy taught me, I kneeled by my bed and said my prayers. But tonight, I wanted ask for something.
“Now I lay me down to sleep … I pray the Lord my soul to take. Oh, please bring me a mommy. Amen”
“Come on, Frankie. It’s time to go to the park,” my dad yelled from downstairs.
“I’m coming, Dad.”
Wearing my play clothes, a long purple shirt and black leggings, I slid my feet into my shoes and ran down the stairs. I loved the noise it made, like a herd of elephants, as my dad would say, but I always pictured horses.
One last bang rang out, as I jumped off the last step and landed on my two feet. I turned the corner to see my dad at the door with our two Cane Corso dogs, Dante and Beatrice. Dad named them after some epic poem, whatever that was.
Our dogs were special, though. They were blue, well, they looked grey to me, and their hair was short and thick. I loved running my fingers through it, trying to make it stick up. They came from Italy, some sort of mastiff. I didn’t know, really, all I knew was they were big, real big and strong. But we trained them so well that they listened to all of their commands.
Dad always let me hold Dante, and I held the leash loosely in my hand, while he healed on my left. He’d stay there, following my every move until I gave him the “free dog” command. Our walk to the park was quick and when we got there I could tell the grass had been just cut. The strong smell hit my nose. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not.
“Alright, you all go play, and I’ll be right here on my bench, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I unclicked their leashes and wrapped them around my waist, like belts, and threw the ball for the dogs.
Jennifer Garcia's love of travel began when she went to the West Coast to visit her father at the age of three. Her home until she was sixteen was a small coastal town near Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her husband, two sons, and two dogs.
Her lifelong love for reading and writing was put aside for many years while she made her way in the world and nurtured her young family. Even though she is older, and life never seems to settle, she's finding her way. Believing she can do it all, with the help of her family, she worked on her first novel during the late hours of the night while balancing the rest of her life during the day.
Jennifer believes in writing love stories that connect families and touch hearts. 
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