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review 2018-11-10 11:05
Blog Tour with Excerpt, Giveaway & Release Week Review! Diamond Fire (Hidden Legacy #3.5 / Catalina Baylor Trilogy #.5) Ilona Andrews!

 

 

ABOUT THE BOOK

 

Diamond Fire by Ilona Andrews
Series Hidden Legacy Novella
Genre Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher Avon Impulse
Publication Date November 6, 2018

 

 


Nevada Frida Baylor and Connor Ander Rogan cordially invite you to join their wedding celebration. Summoning, weather manipulation, and other magical activities strictly forbidden.

 

Catalina Baylor is looking forward to wearing her maid of honor dress and watching her older sister walk down the aisle. Then the wedding planner gets escorted off the premises, the bride’s priceless tiara disappears, and Rogan's extensive family overruns his mother’s home. Someone is cheating, someone is lying, and someone is plotting murder.

 

To make this wedding happen, Catalina will have to do the thing she fears most: use her magic. But she’s a Baylor and there’s nothing she wouldn't do for her sister's happiness. Nevada will have her fairy tale wedding, even if Catalina has to tear the mansion apart brick by brick to get it done.

 


Nevada and Connor is getting married and everyone is invited although they have strictly forbidden any summonings, weather manipulation or other magical activities. Catalina Baylor finds herself in charge of the wedding and in order to make it happen Catalina will have to do what she fears most…use her magic.

 

This super exciting and thrilling story is full of wonderful, bold characters that charm the pants off readers with the good guys of course stealing the show although those bad guys sure know how to get everyone’s attention as well. The plot is fast paced and there is never a dull moment to be found as Catalina tries to ensure that Nevada has her fairy tale wedding. There are plenty of twists and intriguing events which keep readers holding on to the edge of their seat with anticipation and fascinating use of magic. Readers will be excited to find that the Hidden Legacy series continues to wow readers with wicked and witty fun that they have come to expect and they will definitely be coming back for more.

 

 

 


Author's Book Page - http://www.ilona-andrews.com/book/diamond-fire/

 

 


Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39320167-diamond-fire

 

BookBub – https://www.bookbub.com/books/diamond-fire-a-hidden-legacy-novella-by-ilona-andrews

 

 

 


Diamond Fire is #3.5 in the Hidden Legacy series, #3.5 in the Nevada Baylor Trilogy series and #.5 in the Catalina Baylor series.

 

http://hiddenlegacy.ilona-andrews.com/

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/series/122173-hidden-legacy

 

https://www.goodreads.com/series/231618-catalina-baylor-trilogy

 

https://www.goodreads.com/series/246891-nevada-baylor-trilogy

 

Author - http://www.ilona-andrews.com/hidden-legacy-2/

 

 

 


1 Burn for Me
2White Hot
3 WildFire
3.5 / .5 Diamond Fire

 

The 1st Catalina Baylor book is expected in 2019

 

 


AVAILABLE in ebook

 

Amazon - https://amzn.to/2OrtKas

 

Avon Romance - https://goo.gl/mPdWgd

 

B&N - https://goo.gl/47SHkS

 

GPlay - https://goo.gl/tRTpU6

 

iBooks - https://apple.co/2QkUdDN

 

Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/diamond-fire-4

 

 


EXCERPT

 

Chapter 1

 

Catalina


I fought my way through the hallway of Mountain Rose house trying to dodge the children. Everything I ever read about my future brother-in-law on Herald suggested that Connor Rogan was a loner with no immediate family besides his mother and his cousin, Kelly Waller, who didn’t count.

 

Herald lied.

 

The gaggle of children was coming right for me.


I clutched my tablet to my chest and braced myself.

 

They ran around me in circles, giggling, and dashed down the hallway, leaving a little girl holding a stuffed unicorn in their wake. I let out a breath.

 

Rogan had oodles of relatives, scattered all over the Mediterranean, and all of them descended on his mother’s house to attend the wedding. I liked kids, but there were somewhere between twenty and thirty children under the age of twelve on the premises and they traveled in packs.


The last time I ran across this gang of preteens, they knocked the tablet out of my hands. Nothing could happen to the tablet. All of the wedding files were on there.

 

The little girl and I looked at each other. She was probably five and supercute, with brown hair and big dark eyes. She wore a pretty lavender dress decorated with tiny silk flowers. If Mom had put me into that dress when I was her age, it would be covered with mud and engine grease in about five minutes. When I was five, I either played outside or in Grandma Frida’s garage, while she repaired tanks and field artillery.

 

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Catalina.”

 

“Mia Rosa García Ramírez Arroyo del Monte.”

 

I had seen her before, I realized. She always seemed to follow Mrs. Rogan around. She trailed her to the porch, to the study, to the media room. She even wanted to sit next to her in the dining room.

 

Mia Rosa thrust her unicorn up. It was almost as big as she was and decorated with blue and silver plastic jewels the size of grapes and way too many sparkles.

 

“This is Sapphire.”

 

“She is very pretty.”

 

“She lives in the midnight clouds and her horn glows with moonlight.”

 

Of course. Jewel Legends. It was a popular kid cartoon with mythical animals. I was too old for it, but Arabella, my younger sister, caught the very beginning of it.

Everything had to be Jewel Legends for a while: notebooks, backpacks, phone cases . . . And then she went to high school and that was the end of that.

 

“I want a sparkly gun,” Mia Rosa announced in a slightly accented voice.

 

“Um, what?”

 

“There is a gun that lets you put more sparklies.”


“You want a bedazzler?”

 

Mia Rosa nodded several times. “Yes. My mommy said you were the go girl and I should ask you.”

 

Go girl. I hid a sigh. “I’ll see what I can do. What is your mommy’s name, so I know where to deliver the bedazzler?”

 

“Teresa Rosa Arroyo Roberto del Monte. Thank you. But don’t give it to mommy. Give it to me.”

 

Awww. She said thank you. “You’re welcome.”

 

She curtsied and ran after the kids, dragging her unicorn.


My phone chimed. I glanced at the text message. Arabella has written, “Where are you??? Get here!!!” and added a gif of a crying baby with photoshopped rivers of tears. I took off at a near run.

 

It all started with Nevada firing the wedding planner. The first wedding planner.

Usually my older sister was a perfectly reasonable person. Well, as reasonable as someone can be when she is a human lie detector. However, two weeks ago Simon Nightingale disappeared, and House Nightingale hired us to find him. Just three months ago our family registered as a House, and our small PI firm went from Baylor Investigative Agency to House Baylor Investigative Agency.


The Nightingale case was our first investigation. The entire Houston elite was watching us, and it drove Nevada a little nuts. A lot nuts. She was pretty much a nutcase.

 

The first wedding planner was fired because she argued with Nevada. My sister would explain the way she wanted things done and the planner would tell why they couldn’t do it that way. Most of the time “couldn’t” meant “we won’t do it because it’s a Prime wedding and it’s not the way things are done.” Finally, the planner explained to Nevada that it wasn’t really her wedding, but a wedding of House Rogan and she needed to stop impeding it with “ridiculous demands,” such as serving queso as an appetizer at the rehearsal dinner. The planner was promptly escorted from the premises.

 

The second planner was fired, because she kept lying. Her approach to wedding planning was to pacify the bride by pretending that everything was under control even when it wasn’t. She didn’t want to be micromanaged. But, my sister was an epic control freak and her attention to detail was legendary within the family.

Nevada would ask if something was a problem, and the planner would repeatedly assure her that things were fine, despite being warned that Nevada could sense her lies. Things came to a head when Nevada asked her point-blank if she and Mrs. Rogan had come to an agreement on the caterer. After being told for the tenth time to not worry about it, Nevada snapped. I realized that the second planner was let go when I saw her running to her car in five-inch heels with a look of pure panic on her face. My sister had burst onto the porch behind her, yelling, “Is it fine now? Is it still fine?”

 

We didn’t bother with a third wedding planner. Arabella and I took a weekend, armed ourselves with takeout, and after thirty odd episodes of Whose Wedding Is It Anyway? and four seasons of Bridezilla, we decided to plan the wedding ourselves. It was that or there would be no wedding.

 

Unfortunately, while Rogan and his mother treated us with perfect courtesy, the rest of his family wasn’t quite sure about our status. Both Arabella and I were registered as Primes, but our records were sealed. Also, our family wasn’t wealthy, and Rogan was a billionaire. With me being eighteen and Arabella turning sixteen, they didn’t feel we had any authority. I had a feeling we ranked as “poor relatives who run errands,” somewhere just above hired help. Apparently, I was the go girl. I didn’t even want to know what Arabella was.

 

Just what I needed. I already felt like a clumsy trespasser in all of this beautiful luxury. This wasn’t my home. My home was in the loft of the warehouse. If there was any way to not be here, I would’ve taken it. But I loved my sister.

 

It would be a lot easier if we could do all this in Rogan’s house, but Rogan and Nevada declared Rogan’s home a wedding-free zone and hid there whenever they could.


I turned the corner and walked into a room where Nevada stood on a dais, wearing high-heeled shoes and the in-progress wedding dress, which currently was muslin marked with blue pencil lines. Two people crawled around her, pinning the hem.

 

Arabella stood in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest. Both Nevada and Arabella were blond, but Nevada’s hair was closer to clover honey, while Arabella’s resembled gold corn silk. I was the only brunette in the family, besides Mom. Right now the similarities between my two sisters were really apparent, and if you didn’t look at their faces, Arabella seemed like a shorter smaller copy of Nevada.

 

Ooo, I should tell her that next time we fought. She would hate that.

“What is it?” I asked.

 

“She wants lilacs in her wedding bouquet.”

 

“Okay . . .” Nevada had said she wanted carnations, but we could stuff some pretty pink lilacs in there. I didn’t see the problem.

 

“Blue,” Arabella squeezed out. “She wants blue lilacs.”


No and also no. “Nevada . . .”

 

“I had to hide in a bush of French lilacs yesterday and they were very pretty and smelled nice. The card on the tree said, ‘Wonder Blue: prolific in bloom and lush in perfume.’”

 

I googled French lilac, Wonder Blue. It was blue. Like in your face blue. “Why were you hiding in a bush?”

 

“She was being shot at,” Arabella said with a sour face.


“So you stopped to smell the lilacs while people were shooting at you?” I couldn’t even.

 

“Mmm. I was in a greenhouse and they made a lovely hiding spot.”

 

I decided to go with logic. My sister was a logical person. “You asked for a spring wedding. You chose pink, white, and very light sage green as your colors. There is no blue anywhere in the wedding.”

 

“Now there is.”

 

“Your bouquet has pink carnations, pink sweet pea flowers, white roses, and baby breath.” Three varieties of pink carnations, because she couldn’t pick one. And Nevada would never know the panic in the floral designer’s eyes when we told her it had to be a carnation bouquet. Apparently, carnations weren’t upscale enough for Mad Rogan’s wedding. Poor woman kept trying to suggest orchids.

 

“And blue lilacs,” Nevada said.

 

“It will clash,” Arabella growled.


I googled sage bridesmaid dress, held the tablet toward Nevada, and scrolled through images. “Look at the flowers. Pink and white. Pink. Pink. White. Pink and white.”

 

“I don’t care,” Nevada said. “I want blue lilacs.”

 

And I want to fly away from here, but that wouldn’t happen anytime soon, would it?

 

“Anyway, I have to get back to the office,” Nevada said. “Text me if anything.”

 

“The queen has dismissed us,” Arabella announced.

 

I dropped into a deep curtsy. “Your Majesty.”

 

“I hate you guys.”

 

“We hate you back,” Arabella told her.

 

“We hated you before the wedding.”

 

“Before it was cool to hate you.”

 

“Get out!” Nevada growled.

 

I walked out of the room.

 

Arabella caught up with me. “We can’t do lilacs. It ruins the theme.”

 

“I know.”

 

“What are we going to do?”

 

“Sleep on it,” I told her. “Let’s go home.”

 

“Catalina,” a woman called.

 

I turned toward the sound. Arrosa Rogan, Nevada’s future mother-in-law waved at me from the doorway, from her wheelchair.

 

“May I speak to you in private, dear?”

 

Oh-oh. This couldn’t be good. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

“I’ll wait for you outside,” Arabella said.

 

 


To celebrate the release of DIAMOND FIRE by Ilona Andrews, we're giving away one paperback set of the Hidden Legacy trilogy!

 

LINK: http://bit.ly/2Nnhq6v

 

GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS: Open to internationally. One winner will receive a paperback set of the Hidden Legacy trilogy by Ilona Andrews. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Avon Romance. Giveaway ends 11/12/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted.

 

 

 

ILONA ANDREWS is the pseudonym for a husband-and-wife writing team. Ilona is a native-born Russian and Gordon is a former communications sergeant in the U.S. Army. Contrary to popular belief, Gordon was never an intelligence officer with a license to kill, and Ilona was never the mysterious Russian spy who seduced him. They met in college, in English Composition 101, where Ilona got a better grade. (Gordon is still sore about that.) They have co-authored two New York Time sand USA Today bestselling series—the urban fantasy of Kate Daniels and the romantic urban fantasy of The Edge. They live in Texas with their two children and many dogs and cats.

 

 


Newsletter http://www.ilona-andrews.com/newsletter/

 

Website - http://ilona-andrews.com/

 

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21748.Ilona_Andrews

 

BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/authors/4942520/record_interest

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Ilona-Andrews/e/B001RXSCKY/ref=la_B001RXSCKY_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1527532383&sr=1-1

 

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Twitter - https://twitter.com/ilona_andrews

 

 

 

 

 


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text 2018-11-10 10:55
Book Tour with Excerpt, Guest Post and Giveaway! The Black Trillium by Simon McNeil!

 

 

The Black Trillium
by Simon McNeil
Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Fantasy

 


Confederation rules in Trana—so says the king.

 

But Fredericton is a long way from the shores of Lake Ontario, and schemes for power will bring together three extraordinary young warriors.

 

Savannah


A desert girl who came to Trana looking for refuge but has never found a home

 

Kieran


A privileged city boy dreaming of rebellion and hardened by cruelty

 

Kyle


The disgraced heir to the throne desperate to win back his place in his father's heart

 

Sworn enemies or reluctant allies, they all have one thing in common: an incomplete half of the legendary fighting skill known as the Triumvirate sword art. They fight for glory, for power, for the monsters lurking beneath the streets, and for the mysterious society moving in the shadows of Trana—the Black Trillium.

 

 


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25334228-the-black-trillium

 

 

 


AVAILABLE in print or ebook


Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Black-Trillium-Simon-McNeil-ebook/dp/B00W27J4L0

 

iBooks - https://itunes.apple.com/ca/book/the-black-trillium/id984246146?mt=11

 

B&N - https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-black-trillium-simon-mcneil/1121718689?ean=2940151863292

 

Kobo - https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-black-trillium

 

 

 


EXCERPT 3

 

My bodyguard, the mute giant Brutus Cloven, fell in behind me as I left the chamber from where he’d been waiting in the anteroom. He was milk-pale, entirely hairless and his eyes were pink. The giant looked freakish but he was a comforting presence too. He’d been with my family as long as I could remember, stolid and silent, a worn marble statue of loyalty.


Brutus never spoke a word but his pink eyes never missed a threat, and he’d saved my life on many occasions.


“We ride out tomorrow at dawn,” I said to Brutus. “Round up your best guards to accompany us. We’ll have enough trouble in Trana, if the rumours of the Black Trillium prove true.”


Brutus saluted and left to follow my orders. He looked more nervous than usual, as if marching on Trana was somehow particularly unsettling to him. Or perhaps he simply didn’t like travel.


There was one other person I needed to speak to before sending for Marc and planning the campaign. It gave me shivers just to think it. At long last I would be planning a campaign.


I walked to her suite, one of the most lavish set of rooms in the entire iron palace. They had been mine once. Even a disgraced son of the king could expect good lodgings.


I opened the door and she was there, brushing her long black hair. Her huge green eyes fixed on mine from her mirror, a real glass one, not bronze. That mirror alone cost as much as the arms and horses for a dozen knights, but it was just the least of the marvels in her room.


And if I could I would have given her more.


“Sophie,” I said. “We leave in the morning, for Trana.”


“But I haven’t finished searching Fredericton for it.”


Ah yes, the manual, the book of sublime martial skill that she hunted.
“If there were any swordsman with the skill you say the manual contains in Fredericton, we’d have found him by now,” I said.


Sophie frowned, her big red lips beautiful even in a scowl. “I suppose you are right.”


“Trana is the largest city in Confederation, there are fifty-thousand people there. Perhaps somebody will have heard tidings of the manual.” I knew how much the manual meant to her. It was seeking it that led her to Fredericton to begin with. All she knew is that it was somewhere in Confederation. Or at least that is all she would tell me.


There were many things about her past that Sophie kept even from me.


She smiled. “Yes, perhaps Trana would be a good place to seek the manual.”
“And when you find it?”


“I will be eternally grateful,” Sophie said and she turned, looking at me in the flesh rather than the glass of her mirror.


“When we return,” I said. “I will make you my queen.”


“Yes,” Sophie said, “when we have the manual, I think I would enjoy being queen.”


“I have much to do,” I said. “Be ready to ride at dawn.”

 

 

Do your characters hijack your book? Is there anything you would change about the book?

 

When I write a novel the only constant throughout the process is characterization. The entire plot may shift, settings change, timelines fluctuate, but the thread of character remains the lodestar of the story.

 

Kieran was always callow and passionate.

 

Savannah was always withdrawn but compassionate, more cynical than Kieran but still hopeful for a gentler world.

 

Kyle was always a selfish prick with daddy issues and far too much entitlement. How these characters bounced off each other and their secondaries was always what shaped the book.

 

So yes, they hijacked the story, but I couldn't have written it any other way. But there is a weakness in this, and that's one thing I would have changed if I had to do it over.

 

When I was finished the book I wasn't entirely satisfied with Sophie's characterization. There's an interesting character there but the characters who served as my POV couldn't see her.

 

Kyle was too fixed on the image of Sophie he had in his head and never bothered to really learn who she was within herself. Savannah only saw a monster to fight, and never tried to get to know her and Kieran had very little to do with her. I felt the absence of her internality was ultimately a flaw in the story, and I think, if I could ever do it over again, I'd make her a POV character in her own right.

 

 

Simon McNeil is the author of The Black Trillium, a story of revolution and martial arts set in the ruins of Toronto. This novel is published by Brain Lag Publishing.
He is an online marketing communications specialist with a major educational institution when not wandering the world looking for trouble. He is a life-long martial artist, has published several articles in Kung Fu Magazine and he’s probably a little bit too fond of kung fu movies.


He lives in Toronto, Canada with his wife who has happily laid out rules to prevent the sword-through-glass-lampshade incident from ever happening again. The Black Trillium is his first novel.

 

 

 

Website - https://simonmcneil.com/

 

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/simon.b.mcneil

 

Twitter - https://twitter.com/simonm223

 

InstaGram - https://www.instagram.com/simonm223

 

Amazon - https://www.amazon.com/Simon-McNeil/e/B010M9JE8W

 

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5031089.Simon_McNeil

 

Brain Lag Publishing - http://www.brain-lag.com/books/the-black-trillium.php

 

 

 

 

 

 

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text 2018-11-10 10:50
Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway! Dead in the Shop (Grasmere Cottage Mystery #3) Dahlia Donovan!

 

 

 

 

Author: Dahlia Donovan
Title: Dead in the Shop
Series: The Grasmere Cottage Mystery Trilogy, #3
Genre: Gay Romantic Cosy Mystery
Release Date: October 20, 2018
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith


On sale for 99c!

 

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2A6pneI


All other links: http://books2read.com/grasmere3

 


"A spectacular ending to a great trilogy" 5 stars - Goodreads reviewer

 


Join bestselling author Dahlia Donovan in the final book of her cosy mystery adventure in Grasmere Cottage Mystery book three. With love, wit, and a murder to solve, Valor and Bishan really need to stop life being so bloody complicated in this sweet gay romance.

 

Deadly fire? Check.

 

Fear-induced heart attack imminent? Check.

 

Time running out on them? Not good.

 

Valor Scott wants nothing more than to enjoy life in his little cottage with his boyfriend. The shadows of a serial killer continue to haunt him, though. He only wants the living nightmare to end. He battles one catastrophic event after the other, intent on bringing his loved ones through to the other side safely.

 

As their killer finally comes out into the open, Valor finds himself face-to-face with an obsessed murderer intent on destroying everyone in their path.

 


Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40962428-dead-in-the-shop


BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/dead-in-the-shop-grasmere-cottage-mystery-3-by-dahlia-donovan

 

 

Dead in the Shop is the 3rd book in the Grasmere Cottage Mystery Trilogy

 

Goodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/series/238344-grasmere-cottage-mystery

 

 

1 Dead in the Garden
2 Dead in the Pond
3 Dead in the Shop

 


AVAILABLE in ebook

 

On sale for 99c!

 

Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2A6pneI 


Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2LmpqZ7 


Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2LFXb72 


Amazon AU: https://amzn.to/2JW2la3 


Kobo: www.kobo.com/au/en/ebook/dead-in-the-shop 


iTunes: https://apple.co/2ufGu8Q 


Nook: http://bit.ly/2JDjwgv

 

 

 


Dead in the Garden (bk 1)
Only 99c!

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Dead in the Pond (bk 2)
Only 99c!

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Go faster.

 

Go faster.

 

Go. Sodding. Faster.

 

Valor tapped his foot impatiently, trying to ignore the periodic glares from the helicopter pilot. “Can this go any faster?”

 

Silence.

 

That’s a no, then?

 

The second Valor stepped off the helicopter, he reached for his mobile. He tried Bishan first, hoping against all the odds his beloved Bish would be conscious and able to pick up. No answer. Right.

 

He tried Detective Inspector Spurling next with no luck. He called Hugh, but his old schoolmate didn’t answer either. No news might be good news. I hope.

 

A friendly police officer met him once he’d gotten away from the helicopter and refused to give him any information while driving him through Windermere. Valor sat, frozen, unable to get his hands to stop shaking. Visions of Bishan covered in dust and blood kept flashing in front of his eyes.

 

All day an uneasy sensation had gnawed at his stomach. He’d ignored it, assuming all his family drama had caused his inner turmoil. Hugh’s call had brought all the nightmares of the last six months rushing back to him.

 

As they swerved around a corner, Valor got his first view of what had happened to the beautiful little restaurant.


Smoke drifted above a partially collapsed building. The fire was clearly put out, though the firefighters continued to mill about outside.

 

How had any of his family survived?

 

Valor stumbled out of the vehicle when it finally came to a stop. “Bish?”

“Val?”

 

He barely heard Reggie, who stopped him from ducking under the caution tape. “I have to—”

 

“Bishan isn’t in there. They managed to extract him safely from underneath a collapsed wall. We’ve sealed it off to investigate for arson and attempted murder, and your presence will only muddy the waters for us.” Reggie grabbed him firmly by the shoulder and led him over to one of the unmarked SUVs. “Let’s get you over to the hospital to see him.”

 



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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.

 

 


Website - http://dahliadonovan.com/

 

Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/dahliadonovan

 

Twitter - https://twitter.com/DahliaDonovan

 

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Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Dahlia-Donovan/e/B00KFNZFHU

 

 

 

 


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text 2018-11-09 11:00
Release Week Book Blitz with Excerpt & Giveaway! Merciless (Alpha Bodyguard #2) Sybil Bartel!

 

 

Merciless 
by Sybil Bartel 
(Alpha Bodyguard #2) 
Publication date: November 6th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

 


Synopsis:


Bodyguard.
Mercenary.
Gun for hire.


I didn’t care what you called it, the end result was always the same.
You paid me for a job, you got results. The Marines trained me to shoot, but life taught me to aim. Working for the best personal security firm in the business was a stepping stone. Put in my time, build the résumé, then move on. I didn’t do attachments, on any level.


Until a smoking-hot former one-night stand crossed the street in front of me, holding a kid who was my spitting image. She tried to play it off, deny he was mine. She said she didn’t remember me, right before she turned around and ran. She thought she’d made a clean escape.


But she was about to find out how merciless a bodyguard could be.
*MERCILESS is a sexy new standalone book in the Alpha Bodyguard Series.

 

 

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39081979-merciless

 

BookBub - https://www.bookbub.com/books/merciless-the-alpha-bodyguard-series-by-sybil-bartel

 

 

 



The Alpha Bodyguard Series:

 

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/series/228620-alpha-bodyguard

 

 

 

SCANDALOUS
MERCILESS
RECKLESS
RUTHLESS

 

 

AVAILABLE in ebook

 

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EXCERPT #1

 

Holding a pile of bar towels, wearing clothes two sizes too big, her hair was a fucking mess of curls. Her gaze cutting to Dax, then me, she faltered. Pulling her arms in close, she rasped out an apology. “Sorry. I didn’t know we were open yet.”

 

Scratchy, sleep rough, and sexy as fuck, her voice went straight to my dick.

 

Dax gentled his tone. “It’s okay, Brookelyn. This is my friend, Collins.”

 

Unable to look away, I stared at her deep blue eyes. “Hey.”

 

Skittish like a cornered animal, her stormy-eyed gaze locked on mine for a split second then darted to Dax. “I’ll finish up later.”

 

Dax held his beer up. “You want to join us?”

 

Before he’d even finished asking the question, she was shaking her head. Her silky, almost black curls bounced around, and she tossed the towels on the cooler.

“I gotta go.” She hightailed it back the way she came.

 

I stared after her, feeling like I’d just been sucker punched. Then said more than I should. “She’s pretty.” Even in her baggy clothes I could tell she had curves that’d make a man weak.

 

“Don’t even think about it,” Dax warned, practically growling at me. “She doesn’t need your brand of trouble.”

 

“I’m not trouble. I don’t fuck with women.” I was never around long enough.

He leveled me with a look. “The only thing you do is fuck with them.”

 

 

 


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Sybil Bartel grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She dreamt of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books drew her into the world of storytelling. She loves the New Adult genre, but any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful makes her swoon.

 

Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn’t get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she isn’t writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer…


But Seriously?


Here are ten things you probably really want to know about Sybil.


She grew up a faculty brat. She can swear like a sailor. She loves men in uniform. She hates being told what to do. She can do your taxes (but don’t ask). The Bird Market in Hong Kong freaks her out. Her favorite word is desperate…or dirty, or both—she can’t decide. She has a thing for muscle cars. But never reply on her for driving directions, ever. And she has a new book boyfriend every week—don’t tell her husband.


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Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway! The Changeup (Resort Romance #6) Mary Billiter!

 

 

 Title: The Changeup
Author: Mary Billiter
Genre: Romantic Mystery
Release Date: October 23, 2018
Series: Resort Romances #6 (Complete stand-alone series)
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: Claire Smith

 

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A hot deputy, a woman in hiding, and a murder that changes it all. True love and the truth are often at odds in Mary Billiter’s latest installment in her resort romance series.

 

The Feds changed her name, occupation, and location, but Cupid and crime still found her. Both Witness Protection and her position as a hotel conference services manager require Rebel Roberts to maintain a low profile. But when she finds herself at the center of high crime and high romance at the high-rise Point Resort in Long Beach, even the best-laid plans are subject to change.

 

Former college baseball pitcher Ryan McHenry plans on becoming a deputy sheriff like his late uncle. But when Rebel literally stumbles on a dead body by her hotel, helping her change the narrative may throw a curve in his career plans.

Can Rebel and Ryan find true love and happiness with so many lies between them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Changeup is the 6th book in the Resort Romance series

 

 

 

1 Do Not Disturb
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2 Escape Clause
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3 Rule Breakers
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4 Spirited Away
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5 Wine Thief
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6 The Changeup

 

 

 


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EXCERPT


“Are you always so difficult?” Special Agent Jude Fallon seemed to savor a good rhetorical question.

 

When I was told that my FBI handler was named Jude, I thought I’d be working with someone who looked like Jude Law. No luck. Jude was shaped like an egg with legs. Her best assets were her slender legs that seemed to get lost beneath her wide frame, short neck, and full face. Worse, Jude Fallon made Judge Judy seem like a real softy.

 

“For someone who was granted immunity despite the fact that you destroyed evidence and went directly against orders from the judge to preserve the personal email accounts”—her mousy brown hair slowly swayed from side to side—“I’d think you’d be more appreciative.”

 

“I am.” My voice rose but so did my composure. “Jude, I am extremely appreciative. But,” I paused, knowing that in respect to this subject, I walked on holy ground, “I was granted immunity in exchange for my testimony. So it’s not like I walked away scot-free. I still have to testify.”


When she didn’t rebuke me or roll her eyes, I continued. “I just don’t understand why I have to leave Napa. I did everything you wanted me to do. I worked in the hotel as a wine educator in a dark, damp cave.”

 

“Yes, well, the property is drawing too much attention to itself.” Her arms crossed over her dull gray blazer that seemed like the uniform standard for the FBI.

 

“That’s it? That’s all you’ll give me.” I was willing to beg for more info. “Jude, the Point’s a five-diamond resort—that alone draws attention. If you didn’t want me discovered, you should have had me work at some Travelodge along the highway.”

 

“That’s still an option.” When Jude exhaled, her nostrils flared, which wasn’t a very good look for her. “But I don’t trust you being so close to a truck stop.”

 

It felt like the air was knocked from my lungs. Low blow.

 

“That’s not fair.” My eyes stung, but I refused to let her see me crack. “What happened in Wyoming was different.”

 

“You’re right. In Wyoming, you just broke about a half-dozen federal and state laws.”

 

“That was never my intention,” I said, but it didn’t matter how many times I pleaded my case to Jude, she’d only see me as a rule breaker. Or worse, a criminal.

 

Still, my fate was in her mannish hands so the faster her tirade ended, the sooner I’d discover where I was being sent.

 

“So, where am I headed now?” My voice sounded as deflated as I felt. Until the Wyoming case went to trial, I’d forever be hopscotching from one Point resort to another, always with the intent of staying under the radar. Jude figured the best place to hide me was out in the open. People never saw what was right in front of them. And no one in Wyoming would ever think to look for me at a five-diamond resort.

“You have two choices—New York or Long Beach.”


I didn’t remember a Point resort in Long Beach, but I only googled their flagship properties. And I knew from online chat groups that the New York City Point Resort did not treat their employees well. Long Beach had to be far less crowded than New York City. Plus, unless it was false advertising, it had a beach. There weren’t any beaches in Wyoming. Score.

 

“Long Beach.” I smiled.

 

“Listen, Roberts, you draw any attention to yourself, you’re going to Kansas.”

I didn’t remember any Point resorts in the Midwest. “What’s there for me in Kansas?”

 

“Leavenworth.”

 

“But that’s a men’s prison,” I said.

“No, it’s a men’s penitentiary and you’ll be mighty popular there,” she said without a hint of a smile.

 

“So, the West Coast, then.” I tried to bring the conversation to something happy like the sun, a sandy beach, and not seeing Jude. A break from my egg-shaped handler would be welcome.

 


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ABOUT MARY BILLITER


Mary Billiter is a weekly newspaper columnist and fiction author. She also has novels published under the pen name, “Pumpkin Spice.”

 

Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild, romantic, beautiful Wyoming.

 

 

 

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