Monday, February 29, 2016

Rogue's Angels Present: A Kiss In the Shadows by Even Kincaid and Lily Danes

Please welcome Eva Kincaid and Lily Danes authors of A Kiss In The Shadows.

The authors will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
A Kiss in the Shadows
by Eve Kincaid and Lily Danes

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GENRE: Contemporary Romantic Suspense

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BLURB:

Erin Grady is used to taking care of people. That’s why she’s thrilled to finally realize her dream of opening a clinic…and why she’s willing to overlook where the money came from—until a determined prosecutor comes sniffing around.

Will Patton is desperate to leave the small fogbound town of Lost Coast Harbor and build a real career for himself. But to do that, he’ll need to expose the dirty police chief—and betray the woman who makes him wonder if he’s leaving town too soon.

But the corruption in Lost Coast Harbor runs deep and wide—and exposing the truth will require Erin and Will to expose their hearts…no matter the risk.

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EXCERPT:

Will moved closer and reached past her, setting his wine next to hers and the nearness took her breath away. She raised her chin to look him in the eye to protest his bullying, but found herself speechless again, her heart pounding and unable to pull her gaze from his eyes, hooded with need.

God, kiss me. Again. And again.

He reached up and slipped a hand behind her neck, his fingers stroking the soft skin on her nape. Each brush fired her nerves, a heat that spread throughout her body.

This was crazy. She wasn’t into one-night stands, or hookups, or even casual flings. But her last relationship had ended a couple years earlier. She was due, damn it. She was a grown woman and could decide to have casual sex if she wanted to. Just because that wasn’t her usual style, didn’t mean it was necessarily a bad idea. She was just too busy, and worked too many nights. And she knew too much about any potential partner, the hazard of living in a small town for most of one’s life.

Will’s lips brushed across hers and his hand tightened on her neck and any moral objection she might have had flew out the window. Her heart pounded as the kiss grew deeper, more demanding. She inhaled the faint hint of his scent and the rough friction from the slight scruff on his face overwhelmed her. She ran a hand up his hard chest, flattening her palm to feel as much of him as possible.

“Damn.”

His gruff whisper didn’t make sense, but the sound made her shiver. Before she could respond, he kissed her again. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer. It wasn’t enough.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Like so many good ideas, Lost Coast Harbor was inspired by a few rounds of margaritas. One sunny afternoon, Lily Danes and Eve Kincaid went to a Mexican restaurant for snacks and tequila and left with the idea for a new series. Inspired by their love of noir movies and 1940s crime novels, they imagined a gritty small town full of crime and corruption, where intrigue and mystery can lead to love and passion.

www.lostcoastharbor.com
www.lilydanes.com
www.evekincaid.com

http://www.amazon.com/Kiss-Shadows-Lost-Coast-Harbor-ebook/dp/B01BYFBH24/
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/a-kiss-in-the-shadows-lost-coast-harbor-book-2
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/kiss-in-shadows-lost-coast/id1086248100?mt=11
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-kiss-in-the-shadows-eve-kincaid/1123454861?ean=2940152848069

Eve Kincaid is a lapsed lawyer who decided that fictional crime was more fun than the real deal. When she’s not writing about mysterious women and the dangerous and sexy men who love them, she’s probably shopping for books, lipstick, or imported cheeses to complement a nice California pinot noir.

You can keep up with Eve’s new releases by signing up for her reader newsletter. She’d love to hear from you. Just don’t be creepy about it.
www.evekincaid.com

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

The authors will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f1598

Sunday, February 28, 2016

EDITING BY ANGELS: COVERS AND MANUSCRIPT EDITING.


Editing by Angels

Rogue’s Angels would like to help make the publishing process a little bit easier. We offer editing, proofreading, and covers at a reasonable price. 

Rogues Angels have years of editing experience, starting in the 90’s. Please check out resumes at the Rogue’s Angels blog: http://roguesangels.blogspot.com
Or at the Rogue Phoenix Press Website: (we need a page and a link here, coming soon.)

Editing plus proofreading rates are:

$150 for under 50K words
$250 for 50K to 100K words
$350 for over 100K words.

Covers price varies. Please check out the Rogue Phoenix Press Cover site.

Once a cover is used it will not be used again.

http://www.designsbymsg.com/SpreeSpecials.html

Fast track covers: http://www.designsbymsg.com/FastTrackForSale.html

For more information contact Christine Young ~ achristay@aol.com

NEW COVERS:



More covers:

SHARING COVER LOVE!
During the month of February, Rogue's Angels are giving you half off any available pre-made covers. That's $25 for any pre-made cover on this page <http://www.designsbymsg.com/SpreeSpecials.html>. Here are two samples of recent designs.



Saturday, February 27, 2016

Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground where up is down and elements of nature are contested. Straight to Heaven by Christine Young

Straight to Heaven was inspired by a trip to the Oregon Vortex called The Forbidden Ground by the Native Americans. While some people would say a ball cannot roll up hill, I witnessed that very thing. There were other anomalies in this tiny area. It is said there are seven of these vortexes around the world one on Mt Shasta in California.

I love time travel. All of my time travel characters have gone back in time rather than forward. Sweet Surrender the Paranormal book I am working on now is the opposite. My characters travel forward into the future.

You can read Straight to Heaven on Kindle Unlimited for free. I hope you take a chance on this book and check it out.

Title: Straight to Heaven
Author: Christine Young
ISBN: 978-1-62420-278-0
Email: achristay@aol.com

Genre: Paranormal Romance
Excerpt Heat Level: 1
Book Heat Level: 4



TAGLINE

Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground and is transported from the twenty-first century to life in the 1800s, a life she is unprepared for.

BLURB

Running from demons, Alexandra McMurdie stumbles into Forbidden Ground where up is down and elements of nature are contested. Though a strong independent woman in the twenty-first century' she is unprepared for life in the 1800s. Her first site of the formidable James Lawrence makes her heart skip a beat, giving her cause to reconsider her desperate need to find a way home.

Born with a silver spoon, James’ life was torn apart during the War Between the States. Moving west he vows to put the life he once knew in the past. When he discovers a half-frozen woman near Gold Hill, his heart begins to thaw. His love for Alexandra and his need to keep her from a man who has pursued her through time might cost him his life as well as hers.


EXCERPT

Jacksonville, Oregon 1868
Midnight...the witching hour, a time to ease one's conscience and look to the next world for answers. Wild tales of a vortex told by the Native Americans where up was down and large was small, intrigued the valley settlers. One had only to expect the unexpected and it would occur. A ball could roll up hill but not down. No one ventured through the vortex unchanged, simply because the site defied the human mind. Here there were no limits set and no boundaries defined.
Mysterious tales ran rampant among the Native Americans. Fantastical stories portrayed visitors from other ages, other worlds, and even other dimensions passing through time and stopping here for a moment of rest before continuing their journey. Difficult to comprehend, impossible to believe unless one met his fate head on at the appropriate hour. Midnight. When spirits roamed the earth, anything could occur and anyone could vanish.
Midnight...an hour to be wary of, to remain at home and hope it passed by without illusions floating on the stairway, of distinctive flickering in the candlelight, or a hesitant knock on the door from some invisible apparition. No one would wander out at this hour or challenge another, unless faced with no other choice.
Captain James Lawrence had sworn to uphold the law. Tonight, he might have to venture into the unknown; meet any challenge. He might stumble upon an innocent unsuspecting traveler, perhaps encounter a miracle and find a path straight to heaven.
The deserted countryside lay as a freshly painted picture bathed in the moonlight, and the crystal ice that coated the laurel trees shimmered, sending prisms of light toward the heavens. Even February's freezing rains paused as if paying homage to the hour.
Midnight.
James watched the moisture hover in a mindless drizzle of mist; low lying clouds floated and swirled in gossamer veils near the earth, entwining themselves in the manzanita and laurel, around the blackberry bushes, and the fields of grasses and weeds that dotted the hillside.
"Not tonight. Not again..." He pounded his fist against the railing, hoping he heard wrong.
From the west, James Lawrence could hear the low baying of hounds and the steady beat of horses as he stood on the porch of his home surveying his land. Charles Majors would bring his hounds, six of them, merciless in their intent, and trained to hunt man. They did not give up and he'd never known them to fail.
"Son of a bitch!" he said fiercely, "not tonight!" His fist landed squarely on the wooden beam holding up the roof. He stared into the night, cursing the situation. Duty and honor in the forefront of his mind, he knew he would join the posse.
Soon the men would stand at his porch expecting him to mount and ride with them. They were law-abiding men from town. A couple of them owned stores, some panned for gold. One was the saloon owner and another owned the town newspaper. He owed the community, knew he couldn't avoid this responsibility. If they would only come without the dogs, the nightmares might stop.
He rubbed his temples and wished the hammering within would vanish, but the pounding hooves grew louder, the hammering worse. His muscles flexed and as a brittle tension radiated through him, he held his breath, purposely waiting.
Staring into the cold night, he reflected on another time. A time during the war when the dogs had hunted him and they had come so perilously close to his heels. Now, on this moonlit night, even his home offered him no protection, no safe retreat. They came to him for his help—for his expertise. James shivered, yet the sensation wasn't caused by the cold.
He had hoped they wouldn't call on him again, but now it seemed as if the trail lay fresh and in his direction. He hated the look in a man's eye when cornered with nowhere to go; loathed the utter despair that accompanied it.
And the fear.
"Poor wretched soul," he said. "He'll know what hell feels like before the morning sun rises."


Friday, February 26, 2016

Rogue's Angels Present ~ Hunters of the Dream by Ingrid Koivukangas

Please welcome Ingrid Koivukangas author of Hunters of the Dream.
Ingrid Koivukangas will be awarding an Eco Heart Oracle Deck valued at $28 US, (the Eco Heart Oracle is an integral part of the Hunters of the Dream trilogy) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour (International Giveaway).
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Hunters of the Dream
by Ingrid Koivukangas

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GENRE: YA Fantasy

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INTERVIEW:
Ingrid Koivukangas - Interview Questions for Rogue's Angels



1. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

Part of my practice as an environmental artist has included being a Visiting Artist-In-Residence at elementary and high schools. During a residency I share with students how I work with intuition, dreams, Spirit and the Earth, to create environmental art in response to, and with, a site. The residencies include hands-on workshops where students create their own environmental art pieces. I love working with students, and one of the most gratifying things for me to see is how open they are to connecting to the natural world, when they are guided to. I also experienced this willingness to tune in to the natural world when I was a professor teaching fine art (new media and sculpture) to college students. I increasingly began feeling that working with small groups limited the scope of my work. I wanted to reach more people and invite them to see, and experience a world of wonder. I was searching for a way to reach out and speak to the hearts of youth, and adults, when the, Hunters of the Dream characters began to arrive, during meditations. They each carried a part of the story with them, and their stories blended with parts of mine to become the Hunters of the Dream Trilogy.



2. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

I love making jewelry! I work mainly with gemstones that come from all over the world.


3. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

I’m currently working on Book Two: The Awakening and once finished will move on to complete the final book in the Hunters of the Dream trilogy.



4. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

I think it would be fun to be Beaumont Seabring and time travel across galaxies aboard the, Flora de la Mar, his 15th century sailing ship.



5. Can you give us a sneak peak into this book?

Nana Brin sat down, absentmindedly putting the pouch on the kitchen table beside her, patting it softly with her hand. Oddly, the ring on her finger twinkled brightly whenever she touched the pouch. In the daylight, the pouch looked frayed and worn, but hardly important. Aurora thought she could hear whispers coming from it once in awhile. She peered at Nana Brin to see if she could hear them, too. But Nana took no notice of the pouch at all as she poured their mochas and offered Aurora a cinnamon bun slathered in cream cheese frosting.
“I have so much to tell you, my dear.” She hesitated for a moment. “I’m just not sure where to start. Perhaps with the Oracle.” She didn’t sound certain, but the bag seemed to shift and move as if in answer. “Yes, yes, all right. I’ll start with you.”
Nana Brin gazed into Aurora’s dark amber eyes, then quickly looked away. Nervously, she said, “Now you must promise me to listen and not interrupt.” 
Aurora nodded, a sense of unease taking shape in the pit of her stomach. The look Nana had just given her reminded her of the look her mother had given her just before they’d left the house for the seaplane. Why do they both look so worried when they look at me?
“This Oracle has been passed down through our family for countless generations,” Nana began. As she spoke, she opened the pouch ever so slowly, as if she expected something to escape from it. She explained, “The Oracle cannot be used by just anyone, the Oracle chooses who it will speak to and when. The last time it spoke was many generations ago, during the Great Darkness. Since then, the Oracle has been silent and yet each generation has passed it down to the next, relieved by its silence.” Nana Brin made a sign of protection against unwanted attention as she said those words. 
“But Nana, I’ve heard the Oracle whispering since you found it in the trunk,” Aurora admitted.
Nana Brin froze and looked as if she’d seen a ghost. “No child. Perhaps you were mistaken…” she whispered.
As if in response, the Oracle cards spilled forth from their hiding place, breaking their years of silence.



6. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

The best advice I received was in Grade Seven from my teacher, Mr. Rothnie. During our creative writing class he pulled me into the hallway. He had just read the chapter I’d been working on. He told me that if I wanted to be a writer I would have no problem having my work published. He also stressed to me that I should not ever forget his advice. Years later I went back to visit him, to thank him for believing in me. His faith in my writing allowed me to believe in myself.

Never underestimate the power you have to influence someone’s life with your honest, and kind, words of encouragement. 


The worst advice I have ever received was from a former colleague who discouraged me from returning school to begin a Fine Art degree. She told me that she thought I should wait until I retired from my job (many years in the future!!) before returning to school. I’m glad I didn’t listen to her advice. As part of my Bachelor of Fine Arts I took two years of creative writing and reconnected with my first love–writing.



7. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

I attempt to outline my books, but it can be a bit like herding cats! Sometimes the story and characters just need to find their own way.



8. How do you maintain your creativity?

Spending time in nature. Making sure I have a balance in my life between relationships, friends, family and work.


9. Anything else you might want to add?

I’d like to invite your readers to signup for a free online Eco Heart Oracle reading: bit.ly/FreeEcoHeartOracleReading  The Eco Heart Oracle guides the characters through the Hunters of the Dream trilogy.
I’m also developing a membership website for readers who would like to continue their journey into the world of Hunters of the Dream. Membership is free to Hunters of the Dream readers, and grants them access to complimentary art and writing projects. Paid modules will also be available for a nominal fee. The paid modules will be especially appealing to youth, parents and home schoolers who are interested in developing a deeper understanding of our sacred connections to the natural and Spirit world through a variety of teachings and videos.  http://bit.ly/EnterAWorldofWonder

 Thank you Angels for sharing Hunters of the Dream with your readers! Ingrid 


BLURB:

When the summer holidays begin, Aurora thinks she’s just a normal teenager about to have another boring summer. Then, for her seventeenth birthday, Nana Brin gives her a long-silent Oracle that has been passed down through their family for generations. The mysterious Oracle soon awakens in response to the creeping Darkness that is escaping and destroying all worlds. Aurora must quickly find the courage to come to terms with her calling as the Huntress of the Dream.

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EXCERPT:

The cards rustled, shifting in their dusty threadbare bag. They had lain dormant, forgotten, for generations. The Oracle woke slowly, like a hound sniffing the wind, trying to catch the scent of what had disturbed it, before calling forth a warning. The Oracle bristled. Attuned to the subtle vibrations of the Worlds it sensed a shifting in the balance of energy. The Darkness was once again pulsing, sending out tendrils of elusive gloom. It too had lain waiting, patiently. Over time it had slowly gained power, recruiting those it could ensnare with its black promises. It could not yet escape from the confines of the agreement reached during the Great Darkness...but soon the winds would shift and change. Fully awake, the Oracle began to cast out its own response, filaments of white light unfurling, in a quest to find the Huntress before the Darkness did.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Ingrid Koivukangas, BFA, MFA, is an award winning environmental artist, writer, designer, Reiki Master and educator.

As an artist Ingrid works intuitively at sites creating new works in response to sites and their energies and histories both natural and human. Her work encompasses many media including site specific ephemeral, large scale public works, writing, video, photography, sound, web, sculpture, painting, drawing and printmaking.

Ingrid's artworks have been exhibited in Canada, the USA, Europe and Asia. She's been featured as an artist in residence on CBC-TV; has had numerous gallery exhibitions; has many site specific ephemeral works left in situ and large scale permanent public art projects.

Ingrid's artworks have been included in many publications and books including: Art in Action: Nature, Creativity and Our Collective Future, published by the Natural World Museum and the United Nations Environmental Programme and Art + Science Now: How scientific research and technological innovation are becoming key to 21st-century aesthetics by Stephen Wilson, Professor of Conceptual and Information Arts at San Francisco State University. One of her favourite publications to be included in is Scholastic Book's Now See This! Art That Influences.

Ingrid has a Bachelor of Fine Arts, with Distinction, from the University of British Columbia Okanagan and a Master of Fine Arts, Environmental Sculpture, from the University of Calgary. You can view her work at: www.ingridkoivukangas.com

Ingrid lives on Salt Spring Island with her husband Robin, two dogs, Lucy and Scout, and a fierce cat named Hunter.

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Links:
Chapters / Indigo:  https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/hunters-of-the-dream-book/9780973632767-item.html

NOTE: Hunters of the Dream will be available at Amazon from February 22 to March 20 for only $0.99

Get a free online Eco Heart Oracle reading. http://bit.ly/FreeEcoHeartOracleReading

Visit the World of Wonder membership site. This site is for Hunters of the Dream readers. Continue exploring the world of Hunters of the Dream: http://bit.ly/EnterAWorldofWonder

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

Ingrid Koivukangas will be awarding an Eco Heart Oracle Deck valued at $28 US, (the Eco Heart Oracle is an integral part of the Hunters of the Dream trilogy) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour (International Giveaway).
http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/28e4345f1547

Thursday, February 25, 2016

IT'S CHECK IN AND SHARE DAY



It's Check In Day.

Time to pay the piper! How did you do? How much did you write? Did words explode on your WIP?

This is the Rogue's Angels weekly check-in. Every Thursday we encourage the Angels and visitors to let us know how their writing is going.

How well are you doing?

Had problems this week? That's ok. Just sit down this coming week and write. Whatever you do, don't let difficulties from the week before get in your way this week.

Every word is one word closer to the finished product.

I'm beginning work on Sweet Surrender once more. I need to finish this book by June. Then I will restart my novella for the Angel's Christmas Anthology.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Rogue's Angels Present: This Would be Paradise by N. D. Iverson

Please welcome N. D. Iverson author of This Would be Paradise.

N. D. Iverson will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC  to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn host.

This Would Be Paradise
by N. D. Iverson

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GENRE: Post-Apocalyptic

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BLURB:

In a world where a virus has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, there are two friends partying it up in New Orleans when the infection hits. Far away from home, they are trapped and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of new friends and enemies along the way. Zombies aren't the only thing to fear...


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EXCERPT:

The doors opened with a buzzing sound. The main lobby was devoid of people; even the receptionist behind the front desk was gone. Usually there was at least one person standing there with the phone glued to an ear. Did I sleep through a fire alarm or something?

I slowly made my way to the buffet area, looking around for a sign of life. Everything was set up but looked like it hadn’t been touched. Strange, considering it was already afternoon. Normally stale cereal and that one scary looking sausage that seemed to have been there all week would be all that was left by now.

I poured myself some coffee from the giant stainless steel percolator, watching the steam waft up from the foam cup. The smell alone helped invigorate my dulled senses. Sipping the hot liquid, I started to look around to figure out what was going on and maybe see about some maid service. We weren’t messy people, but somehow our hotel rooms always managed to look like a disaster zone – overflowing garbage, towels on the ground, running out of the mini-shampoo bottles sized for the head of an infant.

All the tables in the dining area were open, no one sitting around enjoying the mediocre hotel-provided food. I felt my hackles rise. Usually there was at least one person or group in here at all times. A noise that sounded like someone eating caught my attention and I stepped over to the booths that lined the wall.

“Hello?” I called out as I rounded the tall booths.

The sight that greeted me was not what I had expected. A woman covered in what appeared to be blood, was kneeling over a larger mass on one side of the booth. Her shirt was torn down the front revealing her daisy spotted bra and deep scratch marks on her chest. She snarled at me, flecks of whatever she’d been eating spraying from her red stained lips. I took a big step back.

She slowly got up from the booth, all her attention now focused on me like I had just insulted her outfit. I could see the thing she was on before much more clearly now. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! It was a man. There was a gaping hole in the body cavity, knotted intestines dangled down the side. I retched at the sight. Did I unknowingly step onto the set of a horror movie?

The woman had managed to get herself out of the booth, slipping a little on the blood coated floor. The coffee fell from my hand, as she started toward me, her face contorted into a feral mask. I took off running back the way I’d come, my earlier fatigue forgotten as adrenaline pumped through my veins.
                                                           
Excerpt Two:

We were all doomed to be food for the worms’ sooner or later. Why not end it now? I could hear growling coming from the crowd; some had started to lightly bang on the fence. They didn’t realize they were powerless to knock over their obstacle with their decaying arms like dried tree branches. But they were powerful enough to take down this world; the irony was almost too much.

Dead, infected people owned this place now. They marched into the streets like all armies before them, except they didn’t discriminate. We were all fair game. All races, all colors, all genders. We were all equally screwed.

I slid down the rough outside paneling of the house, resting my head in my hands and wept.


 
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

N. D. Iverson is young author trying to find her niche in the world. She has a business degree; to which she is still trying to find a practical application for. She has bounced from half-baked ideas of becoming a forensic pathologist (cut short when the option for attending an autopsy came up and she rather quickly decided maybe that wasn't for her), a member of a rock band (sadly, neither her nor her friends could play instruments or sing, not that it's a requirement these days...) and many more. 

This Would Be Paradise is her first completed book, which has started a chain reaction of one-too-many book ideas dancing around in her head. She plans on wrangling in these ideas and making full fledged books from them. So keep an eye out on the horizon for more works to come! For more information, please visit her website at: http://ndiverson.weebly.com/

You can purchase This Would Be Paradise here: http://www.amazon.com/This-Would-Be-Paradise-Book-ebook/dp/B01A00Q5JE/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top?ie=UTF8 and at all major eBook retailers!

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

N. D. Iverson will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC  to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn host.