Sneak Peek Sunday ~ Lissa Bryan

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Sneak Peek Sunday 4/28

A sneak peek into UnderThese Restless Skies by Lissa Bryan


Summary:

Journey back in time to Tudor England with a tale ofromance, intrigue, and the Celtic legends of the selkies.

Will Somers has spent his life alone, thinking himself unlovable.Emma is a selkie, one of the immortal fae-folk of the sea. When Will finds hersleeping on the beach, he seizes this unexpected chance to have a wife andfamily of his own. He steals her pelt, binding her to him until the day hewillingly returns it.

Emma has never experienced life on land, and can barelycontain her excitement and curiosity. She has to learn to adapt quickly tohuman customs, for Will is headed to the glittering, dangerous court of HenryVIII to serve as the king’s royal fool. It’s a world where a careless word canlead to the scaffold, and the smallest of gestures is loaded with politicalimplications. Will’s intentions to keep Emma far from life at court are quicklydefeated when Anne Boleyn, charmed by Emma’s naiveté and soothing selkie magic,wants Emma for her own fool. It’s a vocation that provides them someprotection, but in Henry VIII’s court, no one is safe. Circa regna tonat:  Aroundthe throne, the thunder rolls.


Excerpt:

“Your majesty, Lady Pembroke, Master Richard Fermor and Will Somers.”

“Rise,” the king said. Will glanced at him quickly. He saw a large, but still muscular man with thinning reddish-blond hair, dressed in a dark brown velvet doublet, ornamented with pearls and gold frogs. The king had gained weight in the last few years and to disguise it, he had widened the shoulders of his surcoats. His eyes were small, a piercing blue-gray. Will caught a glimpse of them before he lowered his own eyes to stare at the floor.

“So, Fermor, you have brought me a fool.” The king’s voice was low and gruff and he didn’t sound terribly interested. The lady seated at his side wore a Frenchhood and an initial pendant attached to her strand of pearls, the letters AB twined together. She wore a dressing gown of brilliant scarlet, trimmed inermine. It was raiment that only the highest nobility was entitled to wear, but Anne Boleyn was now royal in all but name. Just weeks ago, the king had createdher Marquess of Pembroke, the highest noble title in the land. She idly pattedthe small dog in her lap.

“Aye, your majesty,” Fermor said. “If it pleases your grace.”

“Well, fool, what can you do?”

Will was startled. He hadn’t expected the king to actually speak to him. “I – I can juggle, your majesty,” he croaked. “I can make jests, tumble, and sing alittle.”

“Let us see it, then.”

Will’s hands trembled as he withdrew the balls from his bag. “If it pleases your majesty,” he started. He straightened his shoulders as best he could and said in his haughtiest tone: “I, Will Somers, am the best juggler in England.”

The king snorted and Will hoped it was from amusement. He fell into his act, bragging about his abilities while seeming to lose track of his juggling and keeping the balls in the air seemingly by accident alone. He was grateful that he had performed this particular act so many times because he thought he’d completely forgotten his lines, but they slipped from his mouth of their own accord and his limbs seemed to move themselves. The king guffawed a couple oftimes and he thought her heard Anne laugh at one point. He ended with one ofthe balls balanced on the tip of his nose before dropping it into his hands and sweeping low into a bow.


“Well done, Master Fool,” the king said, and he seemed a bit more jovial than he had when Will first entered the room, or perhaps it was simply wishful thinking on Will’s part. “But tell me this: I have fools already who can juggle and make jests. Why would I wish to have you at my court? What have you to offer they donot?”

The answer popped from Will’s mouth as though he had rehearsed it. “Because I will do something that none of your council, lords and ladies, ambassadors, servants nor soothsayers will do.”

The king lifted an eyebrow. “And what might that be?”

“I will tell you the truth, your majesty.”

Fermorgasped. Anne burst into laughter. “Oh, I do like him,” she said.

The king cast an amused glance at her. “Is that so, Master Fool? Then perhaps youare worth it after all.”

“But you must make an oath to me,” Will said.

The king flushed a little, but calmed when Anne giggled at Will’s audacity. “What?”

“You must swear it, as the word of a Christian king.” Will’s mouth was as dry as paper and his heart thudded wildly in his chest, but he continued. “You musts wear to me, on your honor, that you will never hold it against me when I tell you the truth.”

The king stared at him, his mouth slightly agape, and then he burst into laughter. He slapped his knee and elbowed Anne, who laughed politely along with him, though she obviously didn’t find it as amusing as he did.

“You have my word,” the king said, as he accepted a perfumed handkerchief from one of his serving lords to wipe away the tears that had seeped from his eyes. “Or must I write it out and put my royal seal to it?”

“Your word is sufficient for me,” Will replied.

“I am flattered at your trust, Master Fool,” the king said solemnly, and burst into guffaws once again. “Go and have my steward find you rooms. Have you awife?”

“I do.” Will thought quickly. He had to find a way to keep Emma away from court, but refusing lodgings offered by the king would be a gross insult.

The king waved a hand. “Bring her tomorrow. I wish to see what the wife of a foollooks like.”

“Much like every other wife in England,” Will said and that sent the king into laughter once more.

“Go ,and come back on the morrow,” the king said. He waved a hand at the steward.“Find him some decent garb, and some for Milady Fool as well.”

Will bowed deeply and followed the steward from the room. “And for you, Fermor,” he heard the king begin before the door was shut behind them. Will’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor. His head swam in sick circles. He sat backon his heels and looked up at the steward. “Pray, pardon,” he rasped.

The steward smiled slightly. “You are not the first to react in such a manner.” He held out a hand and Will stared at it in surprise. The steward was a lord, and here he was, offering a hand to a baseborn commoner. Will took it gingerly and the steward helped him to his feet and drew him near.

“I fever a man needed to hear the truth,” the steward whispered, “it is that man in there.” He drew away again and his manner was once more brisk and officious.“Follow me.”


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Bio:

Lissa Bryan is an astronaut, renowned Kabuki actress,Olympic pole vault gold medalist, Iron Chef champion, and scientist whorecently discovered the cure for athlete's foot ... though only in her head.Real life isn't so interesting, which is why she spends most of her timewriting.

Her first novel, Ghostwriter,is available through TheWriter's Coffee Shop (which is the least expensive option), AmazoniTunes, and Kobo. Her second novel, The End of All Things, was released on January 24,2013, and is available through TWCS, Amazon,and iTunes.She also has a short story in the RomanticInterludes anthology, available from TWCS, Amazonand iTunes.Her third novel, Under These Restless Skies, isscheduled for release in spring of 2014.





Links:
http://about.me/lissabryan
https://www.facebook.com/LissaBryan.Author

Cover Reveal & Giveway ~ "Surviving Raine" by Shay Savage

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 As the captain of a schooner catering to the elite on the Caribbean Seas, Sebastian Stark does his best to avoid any human encounters. Interacting with people isn’t his thing, and he prefers the company of a bottle of vodka, a shot glass, and maybe a whore. There’s no doubt he’s hiding from a checkered past, but he does well keeping everything to himself…

…until the night his schooner capsizes, and he’s stuck on a life raft with one of the passengers.Raine’s young, she’s cute, and Bastian would probably be into her if he wasn’t suffering from alcohol withdrawal. As the days pass, DTs, starvation, and dehydration become the norm. Even the most closed person starts to open up when he thinks he’s going to die, but when she realizes their traumatic pasts are connected, it’s no longer the elements that have Bastian concerned.He has no idea how he’s going to Survive Raine.

Bastian isn't the most pleasant guy Raine could have ended up with in the middle of the ocean with no chance of rescue, but her has an uncanny knack for survival. As she digs through the walls surrounding the stubborn and challenging man, she finds something surprisingly different buried inside...
...and he can answer the question she's asked for years.
As she learns more about what has brought him to his fate, Raine is determined to drag this self-destructive man back form the edge of the wave. Isolation is her only chance to tear the man out from the inside of the animal, but this on has been abused for a long time.
She also had to live long enough to get through to him.





Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17447588-surviving-raine
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: May 21st, 2013

Happy Publishing Day Brian Sweany!

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I want to wish one of my fellow TWCS authors, Brian Sweany, a very happy and successful publishing day. He has endured myself and the other TWCS author's happiness and hijinks for months. Today, he is officially one of us.

Fabulous Fourteen Libboo Giveaway

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Our Author to Author group has brought together 14 wonderful books for you to enjoy!




All of us earned freebies at Libboo and we're passing them on to you! There are fourteen books up for grabs and fourteen winners will be chosen!

If you haven't explored Libboo yet, you're missing out! It's a new site for discovering and sharing books. You earn freebies by talking about the books you love.


This week, we have freebies from Sherri Hayes, Sophie Davis, Allie Jean, Kahlen AymesMichael Baron and Lissa Bryan. But hurry! The drawing ends Saturday at midnight, EST.


























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Happy Publishing Day to K. I. Lynn!

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K. I. Lynn is jumping for joy right about now, I'm sure. I know how it feels when something you've worked on for month, sometimes even years of your life, is finally officially published. To celebrate that day for K. I., I am helping her spread the word about her amazing new novel, "Breach".



Delilah Palmer has control of her life and outward personality, blocking the truth just below the surface. A façade meant to be normal and hide the scars of her childhood. She’s made a good life for herself, became a lawyer, and is free from the tortured past that haunts her daily. Until he comes along and breaks open the cracks.

Nathan Thorne has a past of his own. On the surface he is loved by all, personable, extroverted; everything Delilah isn’t. Hidden beneath is a dark and tormented man that only Delilah has to power to unveil.

Crammed in a small office together they see through each other’s masks, and the draw becomes too much, igniting an explosive relationship. Holloway and Holloway Law has a strict non-fraternization policy, forcing them to conceal their breach. Despite their efforts, separation becomes impossible, deceptions escalate, and Nathan has trouble coping; teetering on the edge of being overtaken by his past demons.

What secrets does he harbor that could keep him from giving in? What keeps him from healing and moving forward? And Delilah, where does she fit into all this turmoil?

Can they accept love and deal with all the trials that come their way when secrets are exposed? Or will they fall through the cracks of their pasts and be consumed by all that haunts them?

GoodReads


Buy "Breach" from Amazon  Buy "Breach" from Barnes & Noble





K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.

Stay tuned for info on book two of this trilogy, "Infraction".



Cover Reveal ~ "Infraction" by K. I. Lynn

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I'm so happy to be bringing you the cover reveal for the second book in the "Breach" trilogy, "Infraction".

Here's the scoop on "Breach":

Delilah Palmer has control of her life and outward personality, blocking the truth just below the surface. A façade meant to be normal and hide the scars of her childhood. She’s made a good life for herself, became a lawyer, and is free from the tortured past that haunts her daily. Until he comes along and breaks open the cracks. 

Nathan Thorne has a past of his own. On the surface he is loved by all, personable, extroverted; everything Delilah isn’t. Hidden beneath is a dark and tormented man that only Delilah has to power to unveil.

Crammed in a small office together they see through each other’s masks, and the draw becomes too much, igniting an explosive relationship. Holloway and Holloway Law has a strict non-fraternization policy, forcing them to conceal their breach. Despite their efforts, separation becomes impossible, deceptions escalate, and Nathan has trouble coping; teetering on the edge of being overtaken by his past demons. 

What secrets does he harbor that could keep him from giving in? What keeps him from healing and moving forward? And Delilah, where does she fit into all this turmoil?

Can they accept love and deal with all the trials that come their way when secrets are exposed? Or will they fall through the cracks of their pasts and be consumed by all that haunts them?


"Breach" will be available April 24th, 2013!

K. I. has been hard at work on the trilogy and I'm thrilled to bring you the cover for book 2, "Infraction".



I just love the way hands are so expressive. Just the way the are barely touching speaks volumes. Beautifully done in my opinion.

Now what about K. I. Lynn?



K.I. Lynn spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.


I don't have a firm release date for "Infraction" yet, but believe me I will be buying "Breach" when it comes out April 24th. I will keep you all informed about the rest of the trilogy as the info becomes available. From what I've heard so far from the ARC reviews, it is a MUST READ.






Sneak Peek Sunday ~ Angel Lawson

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Vigilant Release Date April 23rd! 
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Sneak Peek Teaser!


She found the building easily and wondered how she’d never noticed it before. Granted, they were in an industrial area. The building was mixed in between older homes and empty buildings. The outside was clean—no, spotless. The parking lot tidy, including the area near the chain-link fence that surrounded the property. Ari opened the car door and said to the boy in the passenger seat, “Grab your stuff.”

The full extent of Curtis’s belongings fit into a manila envelope and the clothing he wore when he’d been arrested. Ari hadn’t had time to go by his home to see if there were any personal items he could have used. That would have been doubtful anyway. Odds were, the minute he got locked up, his clothing spread throughout the rest of the family.

“I’m supposed to live here?” he asked. Curtis was only fifteen, but carried himself like he was older, like so many of these kids. They were forced to grow up fast. Lean and fit, Curtis was very big for his age. Ari knew before he’d started skipping school he’d been active in sports. The police had documented more than once that he was a skilled runner. He just needed to learn how to use that power for good and not evil.

“I’ve never been here,” Ari told him in a stern voice. “But this is a last-chance stop. Whatever it is, it’s better than detention, which is where you’re headed next.”

Curtis slipped behind his case manager as she walked into the building.

“Oh, wow,” she said, knocked in the face by the overpowering smell. Soon though, even the rank stench was eclipsed by the sounds.

The boy stepped in front of Ari with his eyes wide and said, “No fucking way.”

Ari’s head snapped in his direction, but she didn’t scold him as she normally would have. She felt just as stunned. Her senses were assaulted by sweat and rubber, combined with a muggy, damp heat. And the sounds. Well, it sounded like someone was getting beaten to death.

“What the hell is this?” Curtis said, pushing Ari’s limit on foul language.

“Cut the cussing, Curtis,” she said. “A gym, I suppose?” But it was more than a gym. There were four boxing rings in the center of the building and rows of weights and cardio machines along each side. Near the front door, a huge trophy case held dozens of gold trophies, each with a tiny boxer or fighter on the top. Ari saw a dozen or so guys of various ages working out around the gym.

A long countertop ran along the barrier between the gym and the entry area. Hanging on the wall was a large sign with the letters GYC, and the name: Glory Youth Center. Ari spotted a young man folding towels and placing them in a stack.

“Come on,” she said to Curtis. They approached the counter and she introduced herself to the kid.

“I’m Ari Grant. I’m here to meet a—” she pulled the note out of her pocket. “Mr. Davis. We have an appointment at eleven.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the boy replied. “Let me tell him you’re here.” He looked a little older than Curtis, maybe seventeen or so. Broad shouldered and muscular. He had a bandage over his eye and quickly disappeared around the corner, away from the gym floor.

Curtis studied a row of photographs behind the counter. He glanced at Ari. “So you want me to come work out or something? I thought this was a home.”

Before Ari could answer, or not answer since she had no idea, the boy came back followed by a handsome man. His dark hair was shaved close to his head and when his eyes met Ari’s everything went from normal to very, very awkward.


Author website: http://www.angellawson.com/