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text 2017-07-13 13:05
Blog Tour:The Freedom Broker by KJ Howe with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for KJ Howe’s The Freedom Broker. 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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KIDNAP & RANSOM
IN-DEPTH RESEARCH FOR CANADIAN AUTHOR’S DEBUT INTERNATIONAL THRILLER
There are twenty-five elite kidnap negotiators in the world. Only one is a woman. And she’s the best in the business. Meet Thea Paris in THE FREEDOM BROKER.
With over 40,000 reported kidnappings every year—which translates to five people every hour—the world of kidnap and ransom is taking on a newsworthy role across the globe. Displaced military and police in third world countries have no way to put food on the table, but they do have security skills, so they have turned to kidnapping as a way of making a living. Also, terrorists are using kidnapping as a fundraising enterprise, filling their coffers with over 125 million dollars since 2009. Kidnappers used to only abduct high net-worth individuals and executives of multi-national organizations. Not anymore. Journalists, aid workers, and family members of executives have now become high value targets.
Kidnapping is a growing international crisis. What tools do we have to fight against this increasing threat? There are twenty-five elite kidnap negotiators who travel to the globe’s hotspots to bring hostages home, through negotiation or recovery, and they are called response consultants or freedom brokers. Local to Toronto, author K.J. Howe has immersed herself in the world of kidnapping for the last three years, interviewing kidnap negotiators, former hostages, kidnap and ransom insurance executives, hostage reintegration experts, psychiatrists specializing in the captive’s mindset, and the Special Forces soldiers who deliver ransoms and execute rescues.
Howe’s research culminates into her debut thriller, THE FREEDOM BROKER, published by the Hachette Book Group under the Quercus imprint in the US, Canada, U.K. and many foreign territories. The book has reached attention North America wide, and has led to reviewers such as #1 NYT Bestseller James Patterson calling it “fact and fiction at its best.”
 
 
K.J. Howe’s novel has received positive and international acclaim from some of North America’s most influential mediums and authors including:
TIME Magazine called the book a “Dark Delight.”
 
#1 NYT Bestseller Lee Child endorses the book: “Razor sharp and full of you-are-there authenticity—a superb thriller.”
 
NYT Bestseller Linwood Barclay shares, “Breathless action, great characters, and convincing details make Howe’s debut a surefire rocket to the top of the lists.”
 
In The Providence Journal, USA Today Bestselling author Jon Land reviews, “The Freedom Broker is a blisteringly original, superbly crafted thriller that promises to be one of the major debuts of 2017. K.J. Howe’s gut-wrenching foray into the world of hostage negotiation turned upside down propels her straight into the league of Linda Fairstein, Tess Gerritsen, Lisa Scottoline, and Karin Slaughter, thanks to a tale framed by an emotional complexity and structural elegance both rare for the genre. As riveting as it is bracing, this is reading entertainment at its absolute best.”
 
 
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500 feet above Kwale, Nigeria November 1st 2:30 a.m. Thea Paris knew the drill. If the mission failed, no one would retrieve her body. She’d be left to rot in the jungle, unidentified and forgotten. And that wouldn’t do. She couldn’t miss her father’s 60th celebration. Her gloved hand glided over her flak jacket and M4 with practiced ease. Night vision goggles, flares, grenades, extra magazines—all easy to access. The weapon had been tested, cleaned and oiled, ready to combat the humidity of the jungle. Pre-mission checks done. The hypnotic purr of the resurrected Hughes 500P helicopter set the tone for the operation. Black, in every sense of the word. Sound, movement, light, all kept to a minimum. They were flying Nap-of-the-Earth; low, utilizing the terrain to stay below the radar. As operational commander, she’d led her seven-man team through endless rehearsals, using a model of the targeted area. Now it was time for execution. Brown listened to Hendrix in his earbuds, his way of psyching up. Johansson stared into space, probably thinking about his pregnant wife who wasn’t happy he’d accepted this mission. Team A, following behind in the other gutted chopper, consisted of twin brothers Neil and Stewart—yep, born in Scotland—and a wizened former French Foreign Legionnaire named Jean-Luc who could outshoot them all. She’d handpicked each one from the pool of operatives at Quantum International Security. Except Rifat Asker, her boss' son. Who was staring at her. They’d known each other since they’d been kids, as their fathers were best friends. Rif had serious combat skills, but they often locked horns on methods of execution. She traced the S-shaped scar on her right cheek, a permanent reminder of Rif clashing with her brother Nikos. She pressed a special app button on her smartphone. The glucose monitor read 105. Batteries were fully charged. Perfect. Nothing screwed up a mission more than low blood sugar. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her fatigues beside her glucagon kit. Rif’s assessing gaze still focused on her. Did he suspect she had diabetes? She’d done her best to keep her illness under wraps. Competition was tough among this elite group, and she didn’t want anyone thinking she wasn’t up for the job. The pilot's voice crackled in her earpiece. "Three minutes to touchdown." "Roger that. We're green here." The second helicopter followed somewhere behind them, but the stormy sky obliterated all evidence of its existence. She wiped her damp palms on her fatigues. Rain rattled the chopper's fuselage, and the turbulence unsettled her stomach. Flying had never been her strong suit. The reduced visibility worked in their favor, but the cloying humidity and heat degraded the airtime and performance of the chopper. To compensate, they'd reduced their fuel load to stay as light as possible, but that left only a minimal buffer for problems. Rif shifted to face Brown and Johansson. "Okay, boys, let's grab this 'Oil Eagle'." The hostage, John Sampson, an oil executive based in Texas, earned high six figures to visit remote drilling sites and increase their output. Sampson had two kids, and his wife taught third grade. He coached baseball every Thursday night, but he'd missed the last ten weeks because he'd been held captive in the swamp by MEND—Movement for the Emancipation of the Niger-Delta. Seemed like every terrorist group had some catchy acronym, like they’d hired PR firms to come up with them. This Nigerian militant group wouldn’t budge from a three-million-dollar demand, and Sampson’s kidnapping insurance topped out at one mil. That left one option. Rescue. But one out of five was the success rate for extractions. "One minute until touchdown," the pilot warned. She slipped on her night vision goggles and clutched the straps anchored to the cabin walls. "You sure there's no leak?" Black camo paint emphasized the tension in the lines around Rif's eyes. "Roger that.” She concentrated on the positives—always better than bleak thoughts when descending into hellfire. They should have the element of surprise, and she’d selected a crackerjack team. Every member would put his life on the line for the others, and their combined combat experience read like the Ivy League of special ops. The pilot threaded the riverbed using the narrow view provided by the FLIR camera mounted near the skids. Flying into the thick jungle on a moonless night was far from optimal, but their intel was time sensitive. They had to get Sampson out tonight. "Thirty seconds." The pilot's warning was like a shot of caffeine injected into her veins. They’d arrived at a small clearing in the triple canopy jungle two miles from the rebel camp. A film of perspiration coated her back. Her body tingled. Alive, awake, adrenalized. "Ten seconds." The pilot raised the bird’s nose, flaring to a hover, then settled onto the grass. She nodded to her team, and they hit the ground and rolled away from the chopper. Heat emanated from the rotorwash, as their transport rose up and away. A moldy stench flooded her mouth and nose, the residual effect of endless rainy seasons. They huddled in the thick bush while the other Hughes dropped off Jean-Luc and the two Scots. She scanned the area. The choppers faded into the distance, their peculiar silhouettes showcasing the modifications for stealth. Night sounds returned. Crickets chirping, water gurgling from the nearby river bed, the ominous roar of a hippo. She checked her GPS, signaled Rif, and entered the dense foliage. Forty-two minutes to execute the rescue, rendezvous with the helicopters, and get the hell out of here. She circumnavigated the heaviest brush, then froze. A sound. Scuffling in the bushes. Her hands tightened on her M4. A sentry so close to their launch point? She glanced over her shoulder. Rif's large frame crouched two feet behind her. Brown and Johansson squatted beside him while Team A covered the rear. The shrubbery to their left rippled in the brisk breeze. Silence. A mosquito implanted itself in her neck. She ignored the sharp sting. A branch snapped. She flicked off the safety. Crunching footsteps. A shrill cry. She scanned right, left. Movement flashed in front of them at ground level. Her finger hovered beside the trigger. More footsteps. A porcupine scurried across their ingress route, its quills in full attack mode. She exhaled a long breath and gave Brown a half-smile. Dammit to hell. She’d almost shot the prickly creature, which would have blown their cover. Brown touched the rabbit's foot around his neck and nodded. Good luck charms were an operational must. She always wore the St. Barbara silver pendant her father had given her on her twelfth birthday. It hadn't let her down yet. The two teams traversed the unfriendly terrain, minimizing any disturbance of the bush. Animal sounds punctuated the night, the rainfall a constant backdrop. She scouted the path, moving cautiously in the darkness. At the edge of the ridge, she paused. Faint flames from a fire kicked her heart into overdrive. The outskirts of the MEND camp lurked below. She scoured the area. No sign of sentries along the bluff. She squeezed Rif's arm, signaling him to lead Team A down the escarpment. They’d have a rough time of it. The earth was thick, muddy, slick. Thea, Brown, and Johansson remained on the curved ridge. As commander, she needed a bird's eye view. Brown and Johansson flanked her, positioned to counter any patrolling rebels. She cloaked herself in shrubbery and settled into her hide. They'd mapped all the major landmarks from satellite images: the rebels' weapons hut perched beside the acacia trees, a large shelter to the west sequestered in the jungle, and five small buildings rooted in the southwest quadrant. Outbuilding Tango held their hostage, a quarter mile away. She waited and watched for what seemed to be an eternity, rain seeping into her shirt mixing with sweat, leaving her skin clammy and cold. Her mind went to the weirdest places during missions—she pictured this sodden landscape as an ideal backdrop for a waterproof mascara ad. A tiny shiver darted across her shoulders. The world was preternaturally still, quiet—like death had already arrived. Twenty-five precious minutes had evaporated. Not good. Precise and measured, she nestled her rifle into the overhang. Her breathing slowed. She scanned the area, pursing her lips, the familiar taste of camo grease comforting her. A soft hiss whispered in her earpiece, then Rif came on. "Going for the Eagle." Team A hovered on the outskirts of the camp. Muffled laughter echoed in the distance. A few rebels huddled by the campfire, undoubtedly trying to ward off the dampness with some kai-kai, a local palm liquor. "Six hostiles by the fire with AK-47s. You’re good to go." Her voice was barely audible. They had to assume MEND had guards posted. Double-crosses dominated the rebels' lives, making them especially paranoid. Footsteps sounded nearby. She froze. Definitely a human cadence. The soft glow of a cigarette caught her eye. A rebel headed straight for her. Time for cocktail hour. She eased her hand into her pack and pulled out the tranquilizer gun, her fingers brushing the ballistic syringe loaded with an immobilizing drug. The rebel cleared his throat and continued his patrol, oblivious. She waited, keeping her breath even, her body motionless. He stepped into range. In one motion, she twisted her body, lifted the tranquilizer gun, and fired. The rebel grunted and slapped at his neck, as if swatting an insect. Seconds later, he slumped to the ground. She scrambled over to him and poked him with the toe of her boot. No response. She crushed his cigarette into the wet earth and secured his hands and feet with plastic cuffs, slapping duct tape on his mouth. They should be long gone before he woke. Thea's skin was slick as the rain continued to batter the earth. She glanced at her stopwatch—another four and a half minutes had passed since Team A had entered the camp. Glancing to the southwest, she waited for Rif and his team to return with the hostage, anxious to hear the code “gusher,” meaning the hostage had been found. Minutes ticked by, and nothing. Her nerves were tighter than the strings on a Stradivarius. Her radio buzzed. Rif's measured voice came through. "Dry well. The Eagle isn't in Tango." She sucked in air. Intel from two hours ago had confirmed Sampson’s location in that outbuilding. He must’ve been moved. "Abort." It killed her to do this, but she couldn't endanger her team members' lives by ordering an exploration of the camp. There wasn’t enough time. They'd tried—and failed. The intel was bad. End of story. End of mission. Silence greeted her. Dammit. Rif was a pro; he knew to respond to her command. "Abort mission. Confirm." She scanned the camp. A few more rebels joined the group around the fire. Rif's voice filled the silence. "Give me three minutes, over." No way. Three minutes was a lifetime. They needed to leave immediately to meet the choppers. "I repeat, abort mission, over." Silence. Her earpiece finally crackled. “Wait, out.” Operator speak for bugger off, I’m busy. Rif had spent years in Delta Force, but this wasn't the U.S. Army. She was in charge of this mission, and he was defying orders. Before she could respond, shots fired below at the base camp. No more hiding in the shadows. Time to bring it. "Go active," she commanded her team. The men from the campfire scrambled for their weapons while Brown and Johansson blasted their M4s from their positions on the ridge. Figures dropped to the muddy earth. Bullets ripped through the night, and the scent of gunpowder flooded her nostrils. "Brown, take your shot." He was responsible for disabling the rebels' ammo hut with the grenade launcher. “Eyes shut,” Brown warned, protecting the team’s vision from the bright lights of the explosion since they all wore night vision goggles. Seconds later, the building erupted in a burst of crimson flames. The sound of metal hitting rock sharpened her focus. Bullets showered the area around her. She pressed her chin into the mud, flattened her body, and returned fire. A group of rebels stormed toward the cliffside, but the team’s NVGs made the figures easy targets. Blasts reverberated across the valley as muzzle flashes flared. "Return to home base, over." Her voice remained calm, but four-letter words ricocheted through her brain. Where was Rif? She spotted rebels at the base of the hill, the men cutting off Team A’s egress route. Dammit to hell. Well, “all in” was obviously the theme of the day. “Cover me, Brown.” She jumped up from her hide and ran down the slippery hillside, her footing uncertain in the muck. Before the rebels could react to her presence, she pressed the trigger on her M4, rattling off round after round. She slammed in a fresh magazine and kept firing. Several men fell, others ran for cover. She continued the barrage. The egress route was clear. At least now Rif and the others had a chance of getting out. Her radio buzzed. "Bravo four, hit." Johansson's voice was reedy. He'd been shot. The northeast wasn't covered, and Rif was AWOL. It was up to her to help Jo. She pressed the talk button. "Coming, Jo. Brown, watch my back." Sprinting back up the hill, she traversed the ridge toward Johansson, mud sucking at her combat boots. Fifty feet. She pushed harder. Thirty. Ten. Bullets peppered the air around her. She dove behind the tree. Her forearms bore the brunt of her landing, the pain rumbling up to her shoulders. She scrambled forward on her belly and checked Johansson. Blood seeped from his shoulder. His face was ashen, his eyes unfocused. She grabbed a quick clot from the first aid kit in Jo’s backpack and placed it on his wound. "I’m too scared to face your hormonal wife alone, so keep your shit together." He gave her a weak smile. She secured the morphine syringe from his front pocket and injected him. He’d be lost in the hazy world of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon soon enough. A group of rebels climbed the embankment. Brown maintained his disciplined fire, but couldn't keep up. She aimed at the oncoming attackers and pressed the trigger. Several men fell. She shoved a fresh magazine into her M4. Figures appeared in the mist, the heat of their bodies a hazy green through the night vision goggles. She counted them. Four. The tallest one, Rif, had a body slung over his right shoulder. Sampson. They'd found him, but she couldn't tell if the hostage was dead or alive. "Jo, Team A's back. Can you walk?" Her breath was rapid and shallow. "Hell, yes.” Not sure she believed him, given he was on morphine. She was strong for a buck thirty lightweight, but couldn't run while carrying over two hundred pounds. They'd be an easy mark for the rebels. Rif's team had reached the ridge. "Stand up, Soldier." Johansson groaned. "My wife’s going to kill me." "No time for marriage counselling." She helped him to his feet. He stumbled, unsteady in the mud. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, supporting his weight. "Let's get you home, Papa-To-Be." The faint sound of incoming rotorwash spurred her. They only had a few minutes to reach the clearing. A burst of nearby gunfire startled her. She looked up, prepared to shoot, but she recognized Rif’s lanky frame running across the ridge. He joined them behind a massive tree. Rain had smeared the black camo paint, giving his face a sinister look. "Team A's headed back to the clearing with Sampson." He slung his rifle across his back and hoisted Johansson over his shoulder. "Cover me." She stormed after them, heart and rifle on full auto. The rebels dove for shelter as she and Brown laid down suppressing fire. She shouted at Brown. "Chopper!" All of her teammates needed to be on the Hughes before she would jump in. The three of them sprinted for the clearing as another onslaught of bullets barraged the surrounding trees. She used a large mangrove for cover and returned fire, giving Rif time to help Johansson to safety. She zigzagged across the open field. Her chopper rested in a valley a hundred meters away. The other Hughes holding Team A and Sampson lifted off into the rain. Bullets whipped by. A sharp sting flared in her arm as she plowed through the thick underbrush. She ignored the pain and ran faster. She scrambled down the gorge and dove inside the chopper. Johansson, Brown, and Rif were already on board. She ripped off her night vision goggles and grabbed her headset. "Go!" she yelled at the pilot. "Hold tight." The winds gusted from the east, which meant they had to power up while heading straight into the barrels of the rebels’ AK-47s. The rotorblades strained as a group of armed men ran toward the Hughes. Come on, come on. Her fingernails dug into her palms. They plunged straight into live fire like a flying piñata. She kept her gaze straight ahead, willing the chopper to reach 60 knots so they could turn. Seconds felt like hours as they finally accelerated and swerved away from the camp. She glanced into the cockpit. The pilot's shirt was soaked. Rif glanced at the blood on her sleeve. "You hit?" "Just a graze." She stared at the holes in the fuselage, realizing just how close a call it’d been—and how Rif changing the plan mid-mission could have cost her teammates their lives. "Is Sampson okay?" After all this, she prayed the hostage was alive. "He's dehydrated and a bit roughed up, but he'll make it." "Amen for that." Saint Barbara had done her job again. Thea slumped against the fuselage, grateful the rebels didn't have an RPG. She checked her phone. As expected, the intense stress had skyrocketed her blood sugar levels. But the insulin would counteract that soon enough. She inhaled a deep breath. Another hostage safely returned by Quantum International Security. Looks like she’d make Papa’s party, after all.
 
 
Born in Toronto, Canada, K.J. enjoyed a nomadic lifestyle during her early years, living in Africa, the Middle East, Europe, and the Caribbean, which gave her an insider’s view into many different cultures. While abroad, she read every book she could find, which triggered in her a desire to create her own stories. She attended Salzburg International Preparatory School, Neuchâtel Junior College, and Albert College before earning a Specialists Degree in Business from the University of Toronto. K.J. found success in the corporate world, but her passion for travel, adventure, and stories drew her back to school where she earned a Masters in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University. She also won several writing awards, including three Daphne du Maurier Awards for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense. While honing her fiction skills, K.J. worked as a medical, health, and fitness writer. She then became involved with the International Thriller Writers as the executive director of ThrillerFest, the organization’s annual conference held every July in New York City. In preparation for writing THE FREEDOM BROKER series, which focuses on elite kidnap negotiator Thea Paris, K.J. spent extensive time researching the dark world of kidnapping. She has interviewed former hostages, negotiators, hostage reintegration experts, Special Forces operatives, and K&R insurance executives. K.J. is an avid tennis player, cyclist, and swimmer. Travel and adventure still rank high on her priority list. She has had the pleasure of riding racing camels in Jordan, surfing in Hawaii, zip lining in the Costa Rican jungle, diving alongside Great White Sharks in South Africa, studying modern combat in the Arizona desert, and working with elephants in Botswana. Home is in Toronto, Canada, but she is often missing in action. K.J. Howe is available for interviews and appearances along with presentations about kidnapping and travel safety. For media appearances, interviews, speaking engagements, and/or book review requests please contact mickey.creativeedge@gmail.com by email or by phone at 403.464.6925.  
 
 
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Horizon by Tabitha Lord
Horizon - Tabitha Lord

Caeli is one member that has a few unique skills. There is a commander in trouble with his spaceship. Will he survive? Caeli is part of the few survivors of her world. She is taken from her home and put with someone that being dictator.

 

Tabitha is a good author and she brings it all to life. What will happen on Horizon. Will the commander and Caeli get together and help save the crew, and find love in each other? She happy to work on the ship in where she loves working.

 

We go on adventures through inner space and what life is like on Horizon. Will they all survive or not? I enjoyed this book from the first page to the last page. I cannot wait to start the second book that I do have in this series. The author has done wonderfully with it. There are surprises throughout the book and some romance as well.


I believe this book is good for though science fiction but also I would suggest teens read it from the age of 14 and up. The parent has the right to decide. It being rated PG 13 so it would be okay for 13 years old if you the parent this your child or children are mature enough for the book. That is up to you.

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Book Tour - Her Surprise Engagement
 
 

Meet the Author:

 
Ashlee Mallory is a USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and thrillers. She currently resides in Utah with her husband and two kids. She aspires to one day include running, hiking and traveling to exotic destinations in her list of things she enjoys, but currently settles for enjoying a good book and a glass of wine from the comfort of her couch.
 
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Single mom Daisy Sorensen doesn’t believe in fairytale endings—at least not for her. All she wants is to enjoy a much-needed, stress-free family vacation at a friend’s Lake Tahoe home. So of course everything that can go wrong does. Including a gorgeous man and his daughter showing up in the middle of the night.
 
Soon-to-be Governor Jack Harrison has had a crazy week, but he’s sure nothing can top arriving to find a bathrobe-clad, beautiful stranger in the home he’s staying in for the week. He’s wrong. When things spiral out of control the next morning, Jack makes Daisy an offer she can’t refuse. She’ll pretend to be his fiancée and he’ll help her open the bakery she’s been dreaming about.
 
But in between late-night campfires and days on the lake, Jack finds himself falling for the strong, stubborn woman for real.
 
 

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Stan, this is Daisy, the soon-to-be governor’s future First Lady,” his wife said, and Stan took Daisy’s hand in an exuberant shake before nodding toward Jack in greeting.

 

Although there was no reason to still have his arm around Daisy, he found that he was enjoying their closeness, and he squeezed the side of her waist slightly. What he didn’t expect was her to jump and squeal ever so slightly.

 

Ticklish? He glanced down to see her biting her bottom lip, trying to recover. If the others noticed, they were good at disguise as Julia Daniels caught her husband up with the discussion, who seemed to agree with whatever she said.

 

I hope you don’t find me too presumptuous,” Julia said, “but I would love it if maybe we could get a picture with you two?”

 

Not at all,” Jack said and waited as the older couple sidled up next to them, turning wide cheesy grins to the camera.

 

Perfect. In fact, I think it would be a shame, what with you two looking so darn handsome, if we didn’t take a couple of just the two of you.”

 

Sure,” he said, after catching Daisy shrug slightly. The sooner he complied, the sooner these people would move on and leave Daisy and him alone again. Plus, he didn’t mind having reason to hold on to Daisy a little longer.

 

Two more shots flashed.

 

How about just a little kiss?” Julia said slyly. “After all, you’re newly engaged and in love and everyone is dying to see you two together.”

 

The impromptu photo shot was finally getting interesting.

 

He cleared his throat as he glanced down at Daisy, her cheeks noticeably flushed. “I suppose a quick kiss would be okay…”

 

She smiled easily and tilted her head up, as close to permission as he could see. Her lips were warm and soft in the flash of a second they were on his before the kiss was over. They turned expectantly toward their audience.

 

Come now. That’s the best you two can do?” Julia cajoled.

 

It wasn’t as if they hadn’t already discussed this possibility. Having to show some display in public.

 

He grinned, not trying to hide his own enjoyment at the prospect of satisfying his long desire to actually kiss Daisy. But if he was going to give her any sort of a decent kiss he needed to make a few adjustments.

 

His hand still around her waist, he pulled her closer, giving her a moment to adjust to their close proximity. He kept his eyes on hers as he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a more leisurely way than before.

 

Her eyes widened at their touch, something he could relate to as a current of electricity rushed through him. Instead of pulling away, however, he grew bolder. After all, the full soft lips he’d been thinking about kissing since he saw her were finally his, even if only under this forced public moment. Letting instinct take over, he applied more pressure until her mouth opened. She tasted sweet and fruity, like the champagne they’d been sipping, only better.

 

Daisy, who’d been tense before, melted against him, and those dark shining eyes fluttered. Whatever he’d been expecting from having this woman in his arms was nothing to the feelings that overwhelmed him in those few seconds.

 

He felt complete. Happy—no, joyous. He wanted to be able to kiss this woman every day.

 

Someone chuckled and it was enough to break the spell as Daisy’s eyes opened and, realizing they’d lost themselves over to the kiss, they broke apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Book Tour: More Than a Soldier
More Than a Soldier: One Army Ranger's Daring Escape From the Nazis - Steve DiMarco,D.M. Annechino

More than a Soldier is a really good book about a soldier and his journey to survive. We meet Angelo first in a train car, with a few of his buddies and comrades. The story then goes back to when he signs up and what his family life is like. Will he make back to his battalion?

 

We get to follow Angelo and struggles through the military. We see how the Germans treat their prisoners and how rough life was behind enemy lines. The Germans are taking their prisoner through some extreme things.

 

The author did a wonderfully great job. With this being more of a Nonfiction book, It really told the story on each and every page. It was well written. Does the 1st Battalion survive or is Angelo the only survivor? You will want to read the book. You do get a somewhat of a tour of Italy.

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Book Tour - Lyrics Heart & Soul
Ryder thought he was going to lose his mind.
Instead Francesca helped him find his heart & soul
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LYRICS HEART & SOUL
Anne Marie Citro
Series: Sistas Book 2
Genre: Contemporary Romance, New Adult Romance
Publication Date: December 4, 2016
One of America’s most reclusive rockers, Ryder Vaughn, gets an unusual sentence handed down to him. The judge, hoping to teach him the value of human life, sentences him to ten months of community service at Reach Within Centre for individuals with special needs. Ryder is convinced that, if he isn’t crazy already, he will be by the time his sentence ends. However, his only other option forfeits his band’s livelihood.
Five minutes after stepping into the centre, his entire life changes when he meets a gorgeous, little spitfire who will challenge everything he has ever believed about himself and the world around him.
Francesca's devotion has always been to her family, friends, and the job she is passionate about. Her life hasn’t been easy. She sacrifices a lot for the ones she loves and for her dream to visit Italy.
Then Francesca finds herself in a desperate situation, and the tattooed beast who is serving his debt to society must save the headstrong woman from a secret that could destroy her. In turn, Francesca teaches Ryder, if you love something enough, it’s worth fighting for.
Ryder knows he isn’t worthy of love, but this incredible beauty makes him want it.
Ryder can save Francesca from her secrets, but can she save him from his? Is Ryder strong enough to endure the kids she loves and her crazy Italian family?
Ten months can fly by or it can last an eternity.
"This beautifully written novel weaves a story of courage, independence and redemption while pulling on your emotional heart strings through music."
- Annette Cosentino, Amazon Reviewer
"What I love about Citro is she puts so many beautiful life lessons in her books. This one focused a lot on special needs children and how everyone, especially those who are the hardest, need and deserve love"
- Kristin Campbell, Goodreads Reviewer

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In the classroom, Mason walked over to his desk and flipped it, causing Ryder to take a defensive pose, ready to take on the little punk.

 

Julianna motioned for Ryder to leave, but he shook his head, negating that idea. When she did it again, he again shook his head.

 

Was she crazy? He wasn’t leaving two women in there with an out of control kid.

 

When Mason walked to the next desk and flipped it, Francesca started talking to the kid.

 

Mason, come on. I get it. You’re pissed. But talk to me. Let me help.”

 

Fuck off, Frankie! I don’t want to hurt you. Get out!”

 

Francesca got her cue from Julianna to leave the room when Mason went back to destroying the classroom, and Ryder followed.

 

Mason was in a blind rage by the time they had cleared the room. Everything in his path was thrown as they watched from the windows by the door.

 

What set him off this time?” Mrs. Ramara asked as she joined their little pow-wow.

 

Came off the bus bent,” Francesca answered. “You could see it in his eyes. He was gearing for a fight. It’s a full moon.”

 

Mariana huffed. “I forgot. I guess I’m going to have a busy day. We got lucky last month since it fell over the long weekend before school started.”

 

They stood there, watching for twenty minutes. Ryder was blown away. The kid was destroying everything in his path, and they were blaming the moon cycle? The kid needed a good beating to put him in his place.

 

Eventually, Mason started to slow down, tired now that he had done a lot of damage.

 

I’m going in,” Francesca declared.

 

Ryder grabbed her arm. “Like hell you are.”

 

Mariana scowled at his hand on Frankie’s arm. “She’s doing her job, Mr. Vaughn. If you can’t handle it, then go to the library with the other students and staff.”

 

I’m not leaving her after everything that kid just did.”

 

Francesca could see the feral look in his eyes. He was terrified for her. He just didn’t understand how these kids could lose it on a dime, and then once it was done, it was done and they moved on. Francesca knew one month had not exposed him to enough, but if he made it through this first major blow out, he would learn. She also didn’t want to jeopardize his sentence with Judge Belmore.

 

 

Ryder, I’m okay, I promise. Mason is okay now. I have to reach him in the downwards spiral to see if I can prevent it from happening again. If he starts to lose it, I’ll get out. Promise.” When she saw she wasn’t reaching him, she said, “Look, you can’t blame him. It’s the result of the brain damage done to him as a baby. This isn’t his fault. It’s not that he is a bad kid; he’s just the product of a bad life. Trust me to do what’s right for him and me.”

 

 
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UNDER HER WINGS
Series: Sistas Book 1
Have you ever wondered why you were so lucky? Then you wake up to find every you cherished is gone. You don’t fit into your life without the people who defined it. So, you run. You run as fast and as far as you can. Then you smash into them!
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THICKER THAN BLOOD
Series: Sistas Book 3
Can Caden put aside all of the hurt he suffered because of Dakota while trying to save her life? Dakota could die but she needs answers before she goes. Can she trust the man she thought would always be hers? Fate has a way of making you see the truth.
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1. What was your favorite book as a child/teen? 

My favorite was Charlotte’s Web, we read it in class a school. I was so obsessed with the book all I wanted for Christmas for three years was my own little piglet. I am sad to report I never got my pig, but also relieved because my father is Italian and hunter. So, I am sure pet or no pet that pig would have been Easter dinner when it got old enough.

 

2. Do you listen to music while you write?

Yes absolutely. I love music and generally when I am working on story lines or thinking about characters I hear certain music that reminds me of my characters. Like right now I am working on book four for this series and already have most of the songs for the play list of this book. I made a playlist for that book and listen to it while I am writing. The songs remind me of what I was feeling and what I want the character to feel while I tell their story.

 

3. Have you ever made playlists for your books? 

Yes, every single one of my books has a playlist. In fact, in Lyrics Heart & Soul every chapter title is a song that relates to the character or a situation the character is in. Music is instrumental for this book. On my website annemariecitro.com each book is featured with its playlist and pictures from places the character visits in the book. My book encompass love, friendship, family, travel and music. I created a playlist on Spotify for each book that you can listen to that transfers over to my website.

 

4.  Will you share with the readers something about yourself you have never told anyone else?

My biggest fear in life is losing my husband. He is truly my other half, for better or worse and I can’t imagine living one day without him. We are not mushy in front of others but I adore and love him to pieces. I can’t wait to tell him everything I wrote during the day. My husband has never read my books but he listens to me read to him every word I write. He has always treated me like a princess and has encouraged me to follow my dreams. I think I would curl up and die without him. We have been married thirty-one years.

 

5. What genre would you like to write that you have never written? 

There is no other genre that I would like to write about. I believe there are so many stories about love and perseverance and surviving in a cruel and often-unfair world. This series of books but most especially Lyrics Heart & Soul was written to draw attention to special needs kids and the people that work with these incredible kids. I have worked in the field for twelve years and I learned my most valuable lessons of life from these courageous, funny, adorable, children. A lot of people are intimidated by these kids because they appear so different, but let me tell you they see the real world. They don’t pretend to be anything other than they are. They know who loves them and respects them.

 

6. What would you like readers to take away from reading your story?

There are a few things a want you to take away. Like I mentioned above I want to you to look at special needs people differently. I want you to remember they can hear you and your reaction to them leaves an impact. Next I love to travel and in each of books the character travels somewhere. I want you to feel like you are visiting the places I have been lucky enough to visit. In Lyrics Heart & Soul when they are sitting under the grape vines in Italy that is exactly what we do when we visit family there. Most importantly I want you to realize that friends can be as close as family. They are the family of your heart, the family you chose for yourself. My husband, sons, and I have survived some terrible things and we could never have survived without the family of heart; our friends.

About Anne Marie Citro:

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Anne Marie Citro grew born and raised in the greater Toronto area of Ontario, Canada. She grew up in a large, loving family. Anne Marie is married to a very patient man. He is the love of her life. They have four very cool sons, and the girls they brought into their family that have become daughters of her heart. She has been blessed enough to finally have a beautiful granddaughter after four sons. She has her own personal gaggle of girlfriends, who enrich her life on a daily basis and make her laugh. Caesar Friday is her favorite day of the week. Caesars with the girls and date night with her hubby. She works with special-needs teenagers, that have taught her how to appreciate life and see it through gentler eyes.
Anne Marie was encouraged by her husband to follow her lifelong dream to write. She loves the characters that take over imagination and haunts her dreams. She loves the arts and she has tried her hand at painting, wood sculpting, chainsaw carving, wood burning, metal and wire sculptures. Yes, her husband is a very patient man! Anne Marie is an avid reader and enjoys about three books per week. But nothing makes her happier then riding on the back of her husband's Harley and throwing her arms out and feeling the wind race by. Anne Marie and her husband take a few weeks every year to travel to spectacular destination around the world. Anne Marie is excited and can't wait to see what the next chapter holds for her life.
Official website: http://annemariecitro.com
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