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text 2017-07-28 17:33
Last Free Friday Selection
Dies the Fire - S.M. Stirling

Reading progress update: As of 12:01 am on Friday, July 28, 2017 I've listened to 888 out of 1380 minutes, or just under 2/3 of the audiobook of Dies the Fire - S.M. Stirling 

 

The paperback clocks in at a whopping 573 pages, so I am declaring the last 1/3 (the equivalent of approximately 200 pages) as my last Free Friday selection.  

 

I doubt I'll have time to listen to 8+ hours of audiobook between now and Monday night, but do anticipate listening to it for much of my 3 hour trip to pick up elder son from camp on Sunday.  

 

Good reading all during the final sprint to the end.

 

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Feature Friday for Lily Black's Storm of Attraction with Excerpt

 

Today for “Feature Friday” let us welcome the awesome Lily Black and  her book Storm of Attraction, the first book in the Willowdale series.

We will have info about the book and Lily as well as a great excerpt from the book. 

Make sure to check everything out and go and show her some support and add her book to your TBR <3 

 

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Love is worth fighting for. Alexa Wolving has just one rule: never give a guy a second chance. That works just fine in the safe life she’s built. In the charming town of Willowdale, her day job as a librarian balances perfectly with her evening job as a black belt instructor. But when she attracts the attention of a stalker, Alexa’s carefully built world begins to crumble. Drew Cosimo knows he broke Alexa’s heart five years ago when he took his first Ranger assignment and disappeared from her life. Now that he’s out of the army, he’s moving back home to Willowdale. He’s not looking for a fight, but making peace would be easier if Alexa hadn’t told the entire town he was a money-grubbing jerk. Despite the tension between them, Drew is quick to offer his protection when a stalker forces Alexa from her home. As the stalker’s attacks escalate, Alexa and Drew are forced to face their painful past and the simmering attraction between them. They must fight to save each other before everything they care about goes up in flames.

 

 

 

 

 

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Drew shifted from one foot to the other. “There’s a cut in the tire wall, so you’ll need a new tire. It can’t be patched, and it looks like it’s—” When Alexa realized where he was going, the keys slipped from her fingers and jangled onto the porch steps. Drew reached down and picked them up. He flipped them once in his hand then met Alexa’s eyes. “Your tire’s been slashed. Do you know anyone who would do that? Anyone who might be angry or holding a grudge?” “Besides you?” Alexa smiled sweetly at the astonishment on his face then turned her back on him. Okay, so maybe that was uncalled for. Between the stalker, slashed tire, and Drew showing up, acting as if he had a place in her life, she wasn’t sure which way was up or down anymore. Something in the living room window caught her eye. Ragbag, her kitten, stood on the ledge inside the window. He was soaking wet and dripping. He meowed through the window then bent his head to lick his wet fur. His balance was off, and he wobbled before tumbling off the ledge. “Ragbag!” Alexa snatched the keys from Drew’s hand and unlocked the door in record time. Dumping the big box on the couch, she bent beside Ragbag and examined him carefully. He was even soggier than he’d looked in the window, but he appeared okay aside from that. Drew had followed her and stood in the doorway with his head cocked. “Is that running water I hear?” “Running water?” Alexa caught the sound and got up, running as fast as she could manage down the hall to the bathroom. Her two adult cats were in the bathtub, trapped underneath a laundry basket that had been flipped over to make a cage. The tap was turned on, and the water level in the tub had risen to the point that the cats were just barely keeping their heads above water. Even as she watched, Fieldgar’s head slipped beneath the surface. Snatching the basket out of the tub, Alexa tossed it aside and pulled Fieldgar free. She passed him to Drew, who crouched beside her, ready with a towel. Then she reached back for Oreo. When her black-and-white kitty was bundled in a towel, she looked around for Ragbag, who had followed them in, but Drew had already wrapped him in another towel. “I… I don’t…” Alexa stuttered to a stop. She put her face down close to Oreo’s face and worked to calm her racing heart enough so she could get words out. Falling apart wouldn’t help her cats—figuring this out would. She drew on the calm she reached for when sparring and lifted her head. “How did they get in the tub? And why was the water running?” Instead of answering, he picked Fieldgar up and rubbed him vigorously then held him out to Alexa. “He’s so limp, almost like he’s asleep. Is that normal?” She took Fieldgar and cradled him in her lap. She stroked his tiger-orange face then tickled him under the chin but got no response. “The water was cool, and cats hate water. Maybe he’s in shock?” “Maybe,” Drew answered grimly. “But I wonder if that’s all.” He stood and started searching around the edge of the tub. After a minute, he held up a squeezable tube for Alexa to examine. “What’s this?” Alexa gasped. “Their sedative! I use it when they travel.” She grabbed the tube then looked at her sleepy cats. Fieldgar was just this side of conscious, and Oreo wasn’t much better. “I don’t know how much they were given or how long they were in the water. I have to get them to the vet!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lily Black believes in true love, but is also quite sure going after it is the scariest thing we'll ever do! She explores this dynamic in her romantic suspense novels, which are set in the small imaginary town of Willowdale, where people dream big, love deeply, and kick butt if necessary. She has a black belt in Chung Do Kwan Tai Kwon Do, and has also trained in everything from judo to broadswords. She lives in North Carolina, where she works as a content editor for a small publisher, and divides her free time between the mountains and the sea with her very patient and loving husband and their teen daughter. She is also the co-creator of the Book Ninjas’ Blush-O-Meter. Readers everywhere search the Book Ninjas’ online catalog for romance, YA and chicklit novels in all genres, and find books that match their preferred blush level!

 

 

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Long but pertinent
An Economic History of the World since 1400 - Donald J. Harreld

It was a long haul but really not that difficult to follow and since he spends a lot of time talking about the world economy in the 20th and 21st centuries actually quite helpful in helping me understand the world I live in--just don't ask me to recap anything that I have just listened to!

 

The lecturer is well-spoken and knowledgeable, so it isn't at all hard to sit through all 48 lectures. Some of the lecturers like to dazzle you with their brilliance and flaunt their immense working vocabularies; Herreid has parked his ego at the door and in doing so, is able to present a huge among of information in a relatively short amount of time, clearly and concisely--and without boring you to death.

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Blog Tour: Dead Storage by Mary Feliz with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for Mary Feliz’s Dead Storage We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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As a professional organizer, Maggie McDonald brings order to messy situations. But when a good friend becomes a murder suspect, surviving the chaos is one tall task . . .   Despite a looming deadline, Maggie thinks she has what it takes to help friends Jason and Stephen unclutter their large Victorian in time for its scheduled renovation. But before she can fill a single bin with unused junk, Jason leaves for Texas on an emergency business trip, Stephen’s injured mastiff limps home—and Stephen himself lands in jail for murder. Someone killed the owner of a local Chinese restaurant and stuffed him in the freezer. Stephen, caught at the crime scene covered in blood, is the number one suspect. Now Maggie must devise a strategy to sort through secrets and set him free—before she’s tossed into permanent storage next . .

 

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Mtalked to him. “I know you insist on working with both halves of a couple—” “But I’m also a problem solver. What’s up?” “That spate of tornadoes and flooding in Texas, that’s what. I’ve been deployed. I can’t back out or delay our departure. Those people are hurting, and it’s the first test of my new auxiliary law-enforcement team. A group of TV journalists is reporting on our project for some newsmagazine. Our funding and the future of programs like this de- pend on our success.” Jason rattled off the sentences breathlessly, without giving me a chance to comment or interrupt. I understood his predicament. He’d been working on establishing a rapid-response law enforcement team for as long as I’d known him. The short version of the saga was that the team, with all its supplies, could swoop into a disaster area and support law enforcement efforts under local authority. The idea was to prevent looting, keep people safe, provide skilled guidance to volunteers, and eliminate many of

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the problems experienced by civilians, volunteers, and first respon- ders following Hurricane Katrina and other disasters. Jason’s team and others like it hoped to plug gaps between what FEMA and the National Guard could provide and what community resources were designed to accomplish. “No problem,” I said. “We’ll start after you get back.” “Stephen’s ready to start, like, yesterday, and the demolition is only two weeks away.” “Ah . . .” I began, stalling for time. “To be successful, any system we develop will have to include you. If it’s going to work long term—” “Look, Maggie, I’ve got to go. They’re loading our containers on the cargo plane. Stephen and I talked about priorities and goals last night. We made a list. I gave him parameters for tossing my stuff, and I promised not to divorce him if he gives away my favorite baseball glove. If that works for you, great. If not, take it up with Stephen. Arrange something—” The phone cut off. I was left with the decision of whether to begin or postpone. I spotted several potential problems with Jason’s plan. Among the stumbling blocks was the fact that they might waste time and money creating a system that would work for Stephen, but not for Jason. When I’d spoken to Stephen, afterward, he considered my advice but ultimately decided to go ahead. “No matter what Jason says, he’s going to have trouble making time for this project, even once he’s home again,” Stephen said. “Damn the torpedoes . . .” That was two days ago. I’d decided Stephen was right. With Jason’s full-time job as a police detective he was never in full control of his own hours. Stephen was a retired US Marine who worked unpredictable hours volunteering with veterans and their canine counterparts, creat- ing civilian partnerships. If we were going to have their house ready to start a major remodel, there was no time to waste. Today, Stephen and I were meeting to start purging their belongings, deciding what to save, and fine-tuning our organizational strategy. I knocked on the front door of their sprawling Victorian near the Palo Alto border. There was no answer to the bell. No resonant woof from Stephen’s huge mastiff, Munchkin. I peered through the front window, leaving the print of my nose on the glass. Only dust motes moved inside. I sat on the front step and texted Stephen:

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My calendar says we’re meeting at 8:30 today. Do I have that right? Stephen was an early riser, so I’d agreed to meet him as soon as I dropped my teen boys at the middle school and high school. He’d promised me coffee and bagels. At the thought of food, my stomach rumbled and my mouth filled with saliva. I was starving and caffeine deprived. My golden retriever, Belle, thumped her tail, whined, and leaned into me, looking up with yearning. Normally, I didn’t bring Belle to work with me, but Stephen was a friend of mine, a dog per- son, and Munchkin was Belle’s BFF. “They’ll be back soon,” I told her, referring to both Stephen and his seldom-absent canine partner. “I’m sure everything is fine. How often are they ever late?” Belle made a polite sound in response. “Right,” I said. “Never . . . Well, nearly never.” Extreme and unrelenting punctuality was a fault of Stephen’s, an artifact of his time in the military. Some of his friends found it an- noying, but I shared the trait and appreciated his timely arrival when- ever we got together. I bit my lip, sighed, and squinted into the sun to scan the neighborhood. There was no car in the drive. He must have had a last-minute errand that went longer than he had planned. Unex- pected traffic tie-ups were a recurring Silicon Valley problem. With the high-tech economy, growing population, and high-density build- ing projects booming, the area was home to a record number of peo- ple. More people meant more cars. A trip to the dentist that took fifteen minutes a month or two earlier could easily take thirty min- utes or longer today, even without a rush-hour fender bender creating gridlock. The problem grew worse daily and there was no easy solu- tion. I looked at my watch. Any minute, I expected to see Stephen and Munchkin loping up the street from one direction or the other. At six- foot-four inches, accompanied by a dog that weighed almost as much as he did, Stephen was hard to miss. I paced in front of the house. This situation reminded me too much of a client session I’d begun four months earlier, standing on a front porch a few blocks away when my client was late. That morn- ing had culminated in the death of a dear friend. I shivered, drew my fleece coat closer to me, peered at my phone, and dialed Stephen’s number.

The phone rang before I could finish punching the buttons. “Hello?” I said. The phone responded with crackles and pops. “. . . police station . . . jail . . .” “Hello? Who is this? I’m not going to fall for that trick. My kids are safe in school.” I disconnected the call. Our entire town had been plagued with phishing phone calls from crooks pretending to be our children or grandchildren. The calls all followed the same pattern: a distraught young voice claiming to be kin begged for money to be wired immediately. Most people, like me, recognized it for what it was and hung up the phone. But older people, those in the beginning stages of dementia or vulnerable in other ways, grew distraught. A friend of my mom called her daughter nearly every day to be reas- sured that the children and grandchildren were safe. The scams were criminal, disruptive, and downright cruel. I shook off my righteous indignation and dialed Stephen again. In the process, I noted that the crooks, whoever they were, were getting crafty. My phone reported that the phishing call originated from the police station in Mountain View, the town that abutted Orchard View’s southern border. I made a mental note to tell Jason about the call the next time we spoke. When he wasn’t helping flood-ravaged towns in Texas, Jason was an Orchard View detective. He’d know who to no- tify about calls from people impersonating the police. My call went to voice mail.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Mary Feliz has lived in five states and two countries but calls Silicon Valley home. Traveling to other areas of the United States, she’s frequently reminded that what seems normal in the high-tech heartland can seem decidedly odd to the rest of the country. A big fan of irony, serendipity, diversity, and quirky intelligence tempered with gentle humor, Mary strives to bring these elements into her writing, although her characters tend to take these elements to a whole new level. She’s a member of Sisters in Crime, Mystery Writers of America, and National Association of Professional Organizers. Mary is a Smith College graduate with a degree in Sociology. She lives in Northern California with her husband, near the homes of their two adult offspring.
 
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Blog Tour: Feeble Connections by Meghana Sarathy with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

 

Today’s stop is for Meghana Sarathy’s Feeble Connections . We will have info about the book and author, and a great excerpt from the book, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

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A charming Casanova- Brandon A beautiful, sassy woman in search of true love- Jennifer A cocky basketball player- Linden Three lives, two best friends and one unique love story.   Feeble Connection spins the tale of two friends- Jennifer and Brandon, who meet in college. They were opposite on many grounds and yet perfect for one another. More so as best friends. The love that blossomed in their hearts never made it to their lips. It was Jennifer's lost hope or perhaps Brandon's ignorance to understand his own feelings that made him pave the way for Jennifer to meet Linden . He was very different from Brandon and yet he managed to steal her heart.  

Can first love be truly forgotten? Is second love truly that strong? Is it even possible to love two people at same time?  

Feeble Connections mark the beginning of The Love Connection Series. The series can be started with this book. Love Connection and Love Reconnection which follow this book are already published and available for purchase.   *NOT a menage.

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“Gem,” I call but not too loud and knock her window glass again. Coming here was a hard ascent. Though it’s not too high, climbing pipes was never my forte and this was the first time I tried it. Currently I am on her window aisle, shivering in the cold , waiting for her to open the damn window. I can squeeze in easily once she opens it. “Gem,” I call again. I finally here scrambling footsteps approaching the window sil. “Brandon?” she calls out, sliding the window open. “Hey,” I wave and she stumbles back letting out a chuckle. “It’s really you. I thought I was dreaming!” “Nice to hear I visit your dream as well,” I wink and her cheeks turn red. I am always rewarded with her blush when I catch her unguarded like this. She crosses her arms across her chest and puffs. I can’t help but notice her chest rising higher, together with her boobs. The grey satin night gown she is donning is a treat to my eyes. It reaches just up to her mid-thighs with the netted-coat draping on either sides, but it still gives a good view of her long naked legs that I had missed out in her party gown. “What do I actually do in these dreams of yours?” I ask, propping my elbows on the window sill. “I am sure you will be more than happy to do the same if I let you in,” She tells boldly, leaning forward. So I suppose I was right in guessing she has dirty dreams about me. I am one lucky guy. “That’s exactly what I had in mind. I will take you up on your offer. Demonstration is more gratifying, right?” She looks at me mortified, but steps away to let me enter. I hop into her room and inhale the scent which smells solely and exclusively of Gem. “Sorry, but unfortunately I don’t keep condoms in my room. I hope you have come prepared,” she tells with her back to me. She has got to be fucking kidding me. When Gem resorts to flirting there is no stopping her. “I don’t mind fathering your kids. In fact it would be my pleasure, especially if they go after you in looks and brains. I would be a proud dad.” Do I mean it? I do, I think. That family picture looks perfect. She gasps and turns to me with wide eyes. I am not sure if she is shocked or amazed. Her mouth tics up and I get my answer. She is definitely happy. “I would want them to have your hair. I love the color.” Gem always has a problem with her hair color. She has dark brown hair which complements her skin tone, but she wanted a lighter color. But I am against her dying it. I rub my chin in speculation. “If you say so…but I do like your hair.” “And hazel eyes,” she continues stepping forward. “Your eyes are so beautiful.” “No,” I argue. “Your eyes are enchanting. Definitely emerald green.” “Hazel,” she steps closer. “No. Green,” I refute, covering the gap. When she is just an inch away she mutters, “Let’s just have twins. One with green eyes and blone hair and the other with hazel eyes and brown hair. Perfect combination of both?” “Awesome idea.” I clasp both her hands. “For that to happen, don’t you suppose we should get down to some action?” She looks deep into my eyes, her face basking in the glow of the two bedside lamps. “You are not serious,” she says softly. “You want me to be?” I ask, pushing her back towards her bed. Uncertainty flickers in her eyes before she slowly shakes her head. “No.” If she had said yes, I would have definitely taken her up on her offer this time and would not even hold back. Her answer is a sad no and I should just suck it. “What are you doing here, again?” All I see in her eyes is twirling confusion. She wants me, but she doesn’t want to want me. Maybe she is annoyed at herself for wanting this. Either way, it’s funny. “Well, the night is not over yet. And I want to make the best of the hours left.” “How do you plan on doing that?” Now she wants me to want what she wants but can’t admit to. “By sleeping with you,” I whisper huskily in her ears. Her throat bobs and her lips part. “Show me how.” Smart girl. She is leaving the choice to me. I hop onto her bed and settle comfortably on her bedspread. I stretch my arm on her pillow and raise my brows at her. “My hand will be your pillow for the night. Once in a lifetime opportunity. Don’t miss it.” Her face glows with pure happiness this time and she follows suit, and lands on her back with her head on my arms and her body curved towards mine. “This is a good idea.” She bites her plump lips. “What brought this on?” “I should have done this the last time I had got such a chance. But I fucked up, and now I want to correct my fault.” “You are doing it just for me?” Her doubt lingers in her tone. “It’s never just for you, Gem. It’s as much for me as its for you. I need this. I need the proximity. I need you.” “Me too.” Her hands rest on my chest while my other arm curves around her waist. “If dad finds out he will kick us out of the house.” “I will leave by then,” I assure. “Will use the same route.” She chuckles but doesn’t object. “There is one slight problem, though.” “What?” she jerks her head up and looks down on me. “You will wake up to my boner. You can’t complain about it.” She snorts and falls back on my arm. “I would be disappointed if you didn’t have one. I would think that I am losing my effect on you.” That’s my Girl. Always frank. My Girl. I love the sound of that. Will make her mine…One fine day.

 

 

     

 

 

 

 

Meghana V writes with the pen name Sagarika. She is from Bangalore, India. She is an avid reader. She mainly reads Adult and New Adult romance as well as dark and psychological thrillers. She plans on writing mainly for these Genres. She spends most of her free time reading, writing or watching anime. Depending on her mood, she tends to write two to three books at a time. She is a crazy fan of Dragonball Z and can be seen watching the episodes in repeat. Vegeta is her all time favourite character.

 

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