#Taylor'sDestiny #ParanormalRomance

 

Title: Taylor’s Destiny

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Romance

Book Heat Level: 4

 

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Taylor Maxwell never expected she would wake up in another century. Reid Stewart never expected to find her, nearly naked, on the bow of a sailing ship.

 

BLURB: Taylor's Destiny

 

She traveled to another time and place to change destiny...

 

Enjoying a day of sailing, Taylor Maxwell never expected after a suffering a concussion she would wake up in another century. A resilient independent woman in the twenty-first century, the blond beauty is ill prepared for life in the 1800s. Her first sight of the naval captain who rescues her makes her heart stop, giving her hope for her future.

 

His life is transformed by a woman who appears from nowhere...

 

Born to a life of ease, Reid Stewart defies the dictates of those born to aristocracy and chooses a life of adventure in the navy and as a spy for the crown. When he discovers a nearly naked woman on the bow of small sailing ship, his heart warms. His love for Taylor and his need to protect her from a man who pursues her might cost him his life as well as hers.

 

 

EXCERPT: Taylor's Destiny

 

“I don’t trust myself with you. I don’t fall into anyone’s bed the first day I meet them,” she told him and knew there was a greater chance these impulsive feelings could quickly change to sex. Before she let him make love to her, she needed to know more about him and where exactly she was.

He chuckled softly. “Again your honesty amazes and intrigues me. I don’t know any other woman who would be brazen enough to imply they wanted to make love or they were even thinking about it.”

“Is it shameless here for a woman to tell a man how she is feeling?” She knew it was in any other century but her own. Even then many women did not speak of their feelings and needs. Men still assumed control.

“Americans are different,” he told her. “But since you admitted feelings for me, could I plead my case for a kiss, a chaste kiss, well maybe not too chaste.” He pushed her hair behind her ears, his hands settling gently on her face.

Unable to help herself, she moistened her lips and leaned into him at the same time. His mouth settled softly against hers. She opened for him, accepting the tantalizing warmth of his breath before feeling his tongue touch hers. In the back of her throat she moaned, accepting all he gave. One hand now resting on the small of her back, he drew her closer to him.

Her breaths came in short intervals. When he looked at her, she knew she craved more but also told herself she didn’t want him to think she gave herself to anyone or everyone who kissed her.

In his arms, she turned in a slight effort to distance herself from him and regain a tiny measure of composure. This was happening too quickly. In a rush, she found she was falling in lust with him. She’d only felt this way once before and that was with Sean. It had been incredibly hard to remain chaste with her fiancéwhen she craved intimacy.

“That was enough for one night,” she told him, running her hands along his arms, wishing her life was more stable.

“Never enough but I’ll abide by your wishes.” His hands now rested on the bare skin at her waist and she realized with the slightest invitation from her, he would explore higher, perhaps slip his large, calloused hands beneath her top.

“You told me you were in the Navy. A captain perhaps?” She needed to discover more before sex kept her from thinking rationally.

“I was, but I didn’t fight in the War of 1812.” He moved his hands a bit higher until they rested just beneath the swell of her breasts, “I was too young for a commission.”

“Did your family buy you one?” she asked, curious about the workings of the British government and trying to find out more about the time. She told herself she had to keep her mind on the questions and not where he explored.

“No, a friend of my family bought the commission with the provision I work for him once my duty to my country was done.”

“What do you do for him, this man who helped you become a captain?” She laughed, understanding he wouldn’t appreciate her question.

“If I told you I’d have to kill you.” He trailed kisses down the back of her neck in what she assumed was an attempt to distract her.

“You’re a spy.”

“I can’t answer that,” he said as his teeth slowly seduced, leaving an impression as they investigated. She shivered, succumbing to his seduction of her.

“Doesn’t matter if you deny or confirm. I’ve no interest in anything secretive.” If he were on a mission on this tiny island...well, she couldn’t imagine unless he was after a person. Perhaps she was more interested than she let on.

“Earlier you spoke of an office and a boss. Seems strange. Women work in America?”

“Whatever I told you, you wouldn’t believe me and I don’t want you to think I’m lying to you.” Nothing she told him about her work would be believable to him. She was a graphic artist who specialized in advertisements, emphasis on the internet and social media. She could tell him she drew pictures.

“Try me.” He wrapped one arm around her and leaned against the railing with his other arm.

When one door closes, another one opens. For the first time since Sean left, she felt protected and safe. More than anything she wanted to tell him what he asked but... She didn’t want to find herself committed to some insane asylum.

“You have no faith in me?”

“It’s not that...” she paused.

“What is it then?”

 

 

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#Tavia'sDeception #HistoricalRomance

 

Title: Tavia’s Deception

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Romance/Regency

Book Heat Level: 4

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Tavia Hepburn resolves to see the world, but she never bargains on finding passion and love to a red haired sea captain.

 

BLURB: Tavia's Deception

 

WHISPERS OF DECEPTION

 

When her father decides to send her to London for her season, Tavia Hepburn resolves to see the world instead. The raven haired beauty decides to disguise herself as a lad and find employment on a ship bound for Barcelona as a cabin boy. But she never bargains on finding passion and love to a red haired sea captain who rescues her from certain death. 

 

 

WHISPERS OF MURDER

 

For James Macmurra, the world is black and white until he meets a young debutante, who turns his world upside down. He’s unable to deny Tavia’s intoxicating effect on him. In a match tense with obstacles, unwillingness to divulge secrets, and unforeseen peril, irresistible desire and passion grows into undeniable love. James would risk his life to shelter and protect the innocent debutante who seduces him with her sweet love.

 

 

EXCERPT: Tavia's Deception

 

The knock on the door didn’t surprise him. “Come in.”

            “Tommy here.”

            The sight of the cabin boy shook him to the core, and he knew he had to school his features as well as his surprise. It was important that he think this out before he revealed what he knew. 

            “Tommy. Tommy no name. Why is that?” He watched her stop midstride when she entered before she had the look of a cornered animal. “Nice name.” He drummed his fingers on the desk, trying to remember everything Seamus had told him about the new help and the subtle smirk in the man’s eyes. The first mate had meant to see how he handled this and was most likely laughing right now. Seamus was probably at the door listening.

            “Yes,” she folded her hands in front of her.

            “Heard you climbed the masts and handled the rigging quite well. Heard you were as nimble as a monkey.” His glance riveted on her hands, which were bleeding. He clenched his fists, his anger simmering. He knew he had to discipline his emotions, but in this case it was damn hard.

            “Yes, sir,” she looked down. It didn’t seem she wanted to meet his gaze.

            “Your feet must be really interesting. You can’t take your gaze off them. Look at me when I address you.” He didn’t know what to do. If he let her know that he knew who she was... Damn, but he didn’t have an empty cabin, and the only place he could keep her was in his cabin, with him.

            She wouldn’t be protected sleeping with the crew nor would she remain safe sleeping with him for the duration of their trip. The crew would figure out he was a she before she could blink, and they would want certain favors he wouldn’t allow with any cabin boy, let alone Tavia.

            He was caught in the middle of an untenable position. The vows he’d made with The Duchess had just been undone but not by him. He would not return her to London pregnant with his child. He wouldn’t. Or they would be married but not until they reached a port. Unless they made an unscheduled stop, that was months away.

            “Yes sir,” she said, looking up and biting her lip.

Her britches as well as her shirt were loose fitting, but he didn’t doubt for a moment if she bent over the perfect roundness of her derrière would give her away.

            “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked for lack of a better question and trying for time to figure out his next move.

            “Yes, sir.”

            “Do you know what your duties are?”

            “Yes, sir.”

            “What are they?” he asked, wondering what exactly she would come up with.

            “I’m supposed to wait on you and the other officers, and I’m supposed to take messages to various people and become familiar with the sails, lines and ropes and the use of all of these in all types of weather.” It seemed she’d memorized her words.

            “Good, very good, rest assured your only duty is to wait on me. You’ll attend to all my needs and you won’t leave the cabin unless I’m with you. Whatever happens I don’t want you climbing the masts. Seamus,” he yelled.

            “Captain?”

            “Hammock. In here. Now.”

            “Yes, sir,” the man said with a chuckle that told James his first mate knew the cabin boy was a girl, but what he didn’t know was that she was Tavia Hepburn, the debutant he’d been seeing, the one he intended to court.

James stared at her, hoping she’d apologize or tell him how sorry she was.       “Nothing to say?”

            She moistened her lips and his gut turned upside down. “What will your crew say?”

            “They won’t say anything. I’m the captain and they obey my orders as will you.” What possible motive could she have for keeping up this ruse? She had to realize he saw through her disguise.

            “Yes, sir.”

It didn’t matter whether or not she came forward, she was going back the minute they reached a port and he found a reputable captain. Then, perhaps she didn’t know he recognized her. If that were the case, she’d never say anything.

            “I don’t want to be seen as someone who shirks their duties, Sir,” she said, finally meeting his gaze. “I like climbing the masts. It’s fun. Been doing it practically my entire life, well trees, that is.”

            Tempted to relax a bit and let her get a taste of the work she’d face if he allowed it, he struggled with his next words. “You cannot go up the masts. That is not a cabin boy’s duties on my vessels,” he lied.

            “I misunderstood then? I apologize.”

            “You did.”

            “Captain? It’s Seamus. Got the hammock.” The first mate pushed the door open. “Where do you want it?”

            James pointed to the side of the cabin just over the bed. If she fell out, at least she wouldn’t land on the hard floor. But in my arms.

 

 

 

 

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DIL Deeply in Love by Neena Paul

 Please welcome Neena Paul author of DIL Deeply in Love

DIL Deeply in Love

by Neena Paul

 

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GENRE: Self-help, Non-fiction, Self-improvement

 

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BLURB:

 

The Creator is unique, unfathomable, formless, and without any attributes. After searching everywhere, I first found it in myself, and then I found it, all prevalent and timeless, in every Creation of the Creator.

 

DIL Deeply in Love is author Neena Paul's attempt to reach out to all people in the entire world, irrespective of age, to help them connect with their own self.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Now comes the question: “How do I balance this outside world to which I belong with the inner world where I belong as well?”

 

See the difference — outside — is to which we belong, and — inside — is where you belong.

 

This journey from which to where is a mythical one. It would have been transcending for months, for years, for a lifetime, or for many lifetimes; who knows? But never forget that it is only in the human life that you have the only conscious opportunity to understand and connect with the light — source — core — your own self.

 

Now the question is: “Does that mean that animals, birds, and other beings that we see do not have a chance to be one with the One?”

 

For some animals, birds, and trees (for example, those who have a lifespan of over hundreds or thousands of years), imagine how much would they be struggling to find the purpose of their lives. They don’t have this human form to actually merge with the Creator and spread the positivity around them. Have you ever noticed there are so many trees on the mountains, so many life forms living in the mountains, but can those trees say that they feel blessed having understood their purpose of life?

 

In fact, the mountains stand as the epitome of strength. The next time you go through the mountains, don’t just see them standing there as big pieces of rock. Instead, try and see the strength they exhibit. They are relentless, unaffected by any kind of storm, and powerful in their determination to be standing there. Do not forget that they have been there for thousands of years.

 

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Nature is at its best the moment you see that sunset on the beach. From the cliff, the beautiful snow-clad mountains with the sunshine literally bathing the peaks just take your breath away. At that moment there is a feeling of Wow, how beautiful is nature.

 

My question to you is: What is that wow — speechless feeling at that moment?

 

The answer is simple: The wow is what your eyes see, the freshness is what your nose smells, the gentle sounds are the waves you hear with your ears. You are sensing the stillness of the cold, chilly wind on the snow-covered mountain which seems to be whispering its own language, and your entire body experiences a different touch or a different flow of energy which perhaps you have never experienced before.

 

This is the wow.

 

The wow is a feeling generated by our own senses, our own body, and our own experience. The wow is the fact that you have very consciously taken a flight, bought tickets, booked the hotel, perhaps had a glass or two of the best scotch or vintage wine, and consciously arrived to experience this particular mesmerizing view of nature.

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

The author, a successful entrepreneur and business woman for over three decades, is now using her experience, as a consultant and a coach to help people globally. Her endeavor is to help everyone live and love their lives, and to bring meaning to their existence.

 

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Truffle Me Not by M. K. Scott

 Please welcome M. K. Scott author of Truffle Me Not

M.K. Scott will be awarding a $40 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Truffle Me Not

by M. K. Scott 

 

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GENRE: Cozy Mystery

 

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BLURB:

 

The future of Cupid’s Catering Company hangs in the balance. With a rival bakery, owned by the queen of all mean, rich girls, Della is at a distinct disadvantage.

 

Della hinges her financial future on winning the local truffle contest. As if there wasn’t enough on her mind, additional problems arise, including missing cats, jewel thieves, and her desperate attempt to find the incredibly kind man who’d lent her hand when she had tire trouble.

 

Can she solve all these problems and find time to whip up a cookbook at the same time?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Donning rubber gloves, Della tackled the dirty dishes, indulging in an impromptu trip down memory lane. Even though it was more than a decade ago, every now and then, the memories of not quite fitting in no matter what she did came back. Her school broke down into cliques with the predominant ones being jocks, popular kids, and the hipsters, plus everyone else that didn’t merit a label. As for the jocks, their name said it all while the popular kids were a little harder to define. Sure, it was easy to know who they were, but what made them popular was difficult to pinpoint. Most came from powerful, affluent families that usually had a member on the school board. This often translated into starring roles in the school play or being on the first string in athletics.

 

Thanks to a cyber security assembly in middle school at which her father presented the other students knew her father as that cop. It resulted in Della getting the side-eye now and then, especially if other students happened to be talking about underage parties. Every party that was busted somehow got laid on Della’s doorstep. Never mind the fact her detective father didn’t take noise complaints associated with teen parties. They assumed she told. Not sure how they came to that conclusion, when she’d never been invited. Not once did the partiers ever consider that deafening music, the abundance of cars, and raucous behavior might have resulted in irate neighbors calling the police.

 

Some kids might have let it go, but not Lacey. Just her name had Della gritting her teeth. Small town life had its share of mean girls who aged into entitled, mean women. Lacey had to be the queen of them all. For most, being beautiful, wealthy, and the topic of most conversations would be enough. Even with everyone treating the woman like royalty, Della could tolerate it if her royal meanness stayed far, far away.

 

That was why a woman’s condescending tone reaching into the kitchen and might as well pinched Della. “Oh, how quaint!”

 

Her head jerked up, and the pan slipped from her fingers. A shiver raced up her spine. No, it couldn’t be. Better check it to be sure. There had to more than one snotty female in town. Her athletic shoes allowed her to creep across the kitchen floor without making a sound. Whoever was out there would say something else, dispelling the possibility it was Lacey. Why would Lacey even visit her modest bakery?

 

 

 

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries and The Talking Dog Detective Agency. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands-on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog. Overall, both are fun series to create and read. 

 

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I Can Still Hear You by Nicole Black

 Please welcome Nicole Black author of  I Can Still Hear You

One randomly chosen winner via rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card.

I Can Still Hear You

by Nicole Black 

 

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GENRE: action/adventure, women's fiction with romantic elements

 

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INTERVIEW:

What are four things you can’t live without?

-       I always feel like this is a trick question. A person I can’t live without would be my daughter, I one time said that, and someone chided me and told me she isn’t a thing. Touché. Four things I can’t live without would be my toothbrush, my computer, my hairbrush, and my sense of humor.   

What is your favorite television show?

-       My all-time favorite television show is House. The characters have such great personalities and the show went for almost eight seasons.  

If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?

-       At this point, I would choose to be Scarlett O’Connor from my own book but only because she gets to travel to Maui. In terms of other literary works, I have never interjected myself into any of the stories I have read. 

What have you got coming soon for us to look out for?

-       On the horizon, I have been playing with the idea that Scarlett gets back to Los Angeles only to find another letter from her late father. She has such an adventurous spirit; I would love to see Scarlett travel to New York or even Europe. 

What books or authors have most influenced your own writing?

-       My Dad is the person who most influenced my writing before he passed and even still to this day. I sometimes find notes from him where he would comment on something. My favorite thing that he taught me was to know my story but also to make the audience do some of the work. It won’t be as good if the audience isn’t invested. 

BLURB:

 

I Can Still Hear You is a powerful and deeply moving story which grapples with the universal pain of grief and the loss of a loved one. When Scarlett O’Connor loses her father at the age of 30, she’s forced to face the shambles that her life has become. With no money and no savings, the only thing that waits for her is a cryptic map and a mysterious letter. With nothing left to lose, she embarks on a trip to Maui for her father’s final adventure, to begin a treasure hunt which will force her to look deep inside herself and come to terms with her pain and grief.

 

Accompanied by her less-than-supportive fiancé, a close childhood friend, and an enigmatic man who was her father’s old acquaintance, Scarlett must decode the mystery and find the hidden treasure. But she knows she must face her fears alone, and calling upon the spirit of her father for guidance, she struggles to reconcile her emotions and uncover the treasure before her time in Maui comes to an end.

 

Perfect for fans of contemporary and women’s fiction, I Can Still Hear You is a gripping tale which will resonate with anybody who has struggled with the death of someone close. This book is a testament to the fact that even though we may have lost them, our loved ones stay with us no matter what challenges we face.

 

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EXCERPT: Chapter 1

 

The hospital room may have been silent, but it was far from peaceful.

 

The mechanical sounds of the machines melded with the all-too-human sounds of my father’s ailing body slowly giving up its fight. The resulting cacophony was anything but comforting. Though his heartbeat was steady, his breathing was a tortured, sawing rasp, a constant reminder that each intake of air could be his last.

 

The sound of the clock ticking on the wall reminded me of my grandfather’s old stopwatch. I made a mental note to ask my Dad about the whereabouts of the watch.

 

He had very little time left.

 

I knew that from the way the medical staff had left me alone with him. They’d been a constant presence these past few weeks, buzzing about the room, telling me in hushed whispers that this time was near, but I hadn’t really believed it. Those doctors had said, after his lung transplant six years ago, that we could expect him to live two to five years more.

 

But things were different now. He sounded different. He looked different, smaller, frailer. He even smelled a little different, as if something inside his body was going very wrong. And this was the first time all the doctors and nurses had stopped hovering nearby with a new drip or medication to administer. A nurse usually came in to open the curtains in the morning, but no one had been in for hours.

 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Nicole Black is an author, motivational speaker and entrepreneur with a passion for sharing unique stories and helping people grow. For over 20 years, she’s worked in the business world as a corporate trainer in employee productivity and effective growth, where she’s helped some of the biggest brands in hospitality and entertainment grow sustainably through inspiring their employees. She’s been featured on platforms including TEDxWilmington, Jack Canfield Show, Santa Barbara News Press, The George DiGianni show and the Tom Barnard Show. 

 

Through her writing, Nicole hopes to empower her readers and impart valuable lessons about grief, loss, and emotional growth. In her free time, Nicole enjoys traveling, yoga, and spending time with her wonderful daughter in their home of Santa Barbara, California.

 

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Instagram: @WriterNicoleB and @nicoleblackauthor

 

Twitter: @nicolebwriter

 

The Book is On Sale for $0.99 during the tour. 

 

Link to buy on Amazon for print book:

https://www.amazon.com/I-Can-Still-Hear-You/dp/1732739706/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0

 

Link to buy Kindle version: 

https://www.amazon.com/I-Can-Still-Hear-You-ebook/dp/B08VR7SZQB/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0

 

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

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