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Wednesday, 16 April 2014

The Cover Reveal for Striped From You (Prequel to Strip Me Bare) by Marissa Carmel

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Welcome to

The Cover Reveal 

for 

Striped From You 

(Prequel to Strip Me Bare) 

by 

Marissa Carmel



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Genre: New Adult Released Date: June 1st, 2014
Cover Design by: Cover Me, Darling
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours

*Author Note- Stripped From You can be read as a stand-alone novel, but the author suggests reading Strip Me Bare first.

Blurb:

You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 

"It doesn't matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."
Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again.

For five years he's regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.


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Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the sequel to iFeel, Gravitational Pull and the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/marissacarmel      Handle:  @marissacarmel


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Playlist:

Hold on, We’re Going Home- Drake
The Other Side- Jason Derulo
Demons- Imagine Dragons
Dark Horse- Katy Perry
Say Something- A Great Big World
Summertime Sadness- Lana Del Rey
Royals- Lorde

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“Do you trust me?”
“Of course not, I just met you.”
“Then how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into her mouth.
I can’t believe I just did that.

I can’t believe she just let me.
After she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot, causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No, not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was that crazy?”
“Let’s do it again and find out.”
I lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop another shot. I pause for just a beat before I lean down and press my mouth back to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like the way she looks, the way she feels, the way she smells. There’s something about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want to dance?” I ask her.
“You can dance?”
“There’s only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.” I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after our drinks.
Once we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in want for this girl. I slide my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my collarbone, making me instantly hard.
Damn.
She lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding against her.
“Are you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.

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Monday, 14 April 2014

The Book Blog Tour & Give-Away for Murder and Magic Among the Dwarves by Erik Bundy

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The Book Blog Tour

& Give-Away

for 

Murder and Magic Among the Dwarves 

by 

      Erik Bundy



Genre: Paranormal Mystery
Publisher: Untold Press
Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tours


Blurb:

Amanda is used to living a life that is less than ordinary. Haunted nightly by her late husband, she is a psychic living next door to a colony of dwarves. Despite males normally taking on the task, the colony’s females ask her to find a lost baby for them, and then hire her to tell them who strangled their midwife with a diaper and cut out her gossiping tongue.

She’s thrilled at the honor, but Amanda must learn to tame her own unruly psychic power.  The shadowy side of her gift raises a demon that attacks her, stalks her, and slashes her hand.   When she feels something live wriggle in her wound, she knows no one can fight her battle for her.  She must face her demon alone.

The town’s sheriff asks Amanda to help him solve the disappearance of a missing teenage girl.  Her involvement in this case brings a predator into her life, an enemy who allies himself with her demon.  To make matters worse, the midwife’s murderer comes after her, too.  Amanda, though, has no intention of becoming anyone’s victim.
Death is no longer her worst possible fate.

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Author Bio:

Erik Bundy lives in the magical North  Carolina woods where chocolate is a semi-sweet vegetable, female chipmunks are called chipnuns, and mice claiming to be cousins move in for the winter then take the bath towels when they leave in spring.  The federal government pays him not to work in one of their offices.  He is a graduate of the Odyssey Fantasy Writing Workshop and a grand prize winner of the Sidney Lanier Poetry Competition.  He has published more than thirty stories and poems.

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Excerpt:

Fate didn't announce itself by rapping its hard-luck knuckles against my green cottage door. Nor did it bother to crawl in through my cranked-open bathroom window. So I gave it no more attention than I did the mountain air I breathed every day. That was my downfall, my sin. Fate might forgive greed, gluttony, or even bloodlust, but it never ignores being ignored. It punished my neglect with death and a demon. It yoked guilt like a leprous shadow to my heels.
Fate's wakeup call came to me one cool spring night after I had lived on Crying Woman Lane for about a year. I was in bed, just skirting along the edge of sleep, when a guttural, female voice called, "Amanda," through my window screen.
My bedside clock, instead of displaying numbers, looked back at me with a luminous green eye. Startled, I watched it, waiting to see if this obvious sign would make its meaning known. The eye winked, and the clock became normal again with the numbers 11:02 brightly displayed. The numbers added up to four, the number of wholeness. It didn't describe me at the moment.
Fully awake, I rose up on one elbow, tucked a tuft of hair behind my right ear, and listened. Beyond my open window, the tidal racket of katydids rose and fell with the shrill anguish of self-centered insects braying for sex. I stayed quiet, hoping the female would go away but knowing I shouldn't let her leave. The sign indicated this meeting was important. On the other hand, my body felt raw and jangled with a restless need for sleep. She could come back.
A second time she called my name from the tangle of darkness and moonlight in the woods. At least it was not a ghost's voice. It had breath in it. The throaty intonation, though, was not quite human, the vowels veined in iron, the consonants ancient and startling.
"Not tonight," I yelled back.
"Now," the female insisted.
I punched my pillow. My eyes felt dry as dust, gritty, and probably looked as though threaded with varicose veins. One consolation was that they paid in gold, and come flood or parching drought, I was going to make them pay me a bucketful of nuggets this time.
Peevish as a cat sprayed with a garden hose, I delayed getting up and wished mouth sores on the jolly, jowly realtor who had sold me this cottage a year before.
Handing me two sets of door keys, he had said, "There's one other little thing you might want to know." His blue eyes twinkled. "Most of your neighbors are a bit peculiar. They live in a colony and only come above ground after dark."
I knew about dwarves, of course. Everybody did, but I hadn't known my newly bought property bordered the treaty land of one of their colonies. The realtor had lied by saying nothing. He had conned me, a young widow, and deserved the ulcerated mouth I wished on him now.
When the realtor saw his late disclosure angered but didn't alarm me, he threw his head back and yodeled laughter at a ceiling fan.
"They're allergic to sunlight, see." His eyes widened with mock delight. "It paralyzes them, turns them into granite statues." He held up an open hand. "Scout's honor, petrifaction is their preferred method of suicide. It's painless, see. It's clean and saves their families the cost of a funeral pyre."
He patted my arm as if to let me know I didn't need to thank him for the favor of his settling me near these considerate suicides. Not amused, I flinched away from his presumptive familiarity. Sourwood was a valley village isolated by mountains, a place where everyone bumped into everyone else often. He and I would meet again.
"Don't expect a Christmas card from me," I told him and punched his forearm.
All the same, the realtor had been wrong, and I took childish satisfaction in that. Tall Tristan, he with the precious green eyes, and my closest human neighbor, had put the lie to that tale. The suicidal dwarves didn't turn themselves into fossils to save their heirs the price of a funeral pyre. No, they did it for revenge.
They bequeathed a monumental problem to their daughters and sons. Where do you put Uncle Steen after he has become a statue of himself? The irascible Uncle Steens of the colony usually committed suicide because they felt unwanted and ignored. On their granite faces after death were the smirks of those who knew they now had their kinfolks' full attention, even if only for long enough to find permanent storage for them.
So why would a female dwarf come calling on me? Did she want to use my psychic power, my oddsense, to find another killer? I had already solved two dwarf murders for Brialdur, the colony's sheriff. He had been considerate enough, though, to come calling just after sunset while I was still awake.
A chesty cough for attention outside curtailed my reverie of resentment. I was not being neighborly. I glanced at the clock and saw only the time, no eye or other sign. Oh well, you couldn't ignore a dwarf any more than you could the constant flush of a stuck toilet.
I slipped out of my canopied bed and slid into a fuzzy white robe that fit my body like a sock. The dwarf outside knew I had gotten out of bed. She could hear a spider tickle along its web toward a struggling fly.
I baby-stepped through my dark living-room so as not to stub my toes against furniture, wrenched open the cottage's reluctant front door, and strutted outside onto the moonlit porch. There I knuckled my fists into my hips and stood balanced on both feet, my back straight, posed as if to wrestle any half-quart boogeyman that dared show up. I was a modern young woman, fearless and capable (with mace spray in my robe's right pocket), and I didn't care who knew it. Attitude was everything when dealing with dwarves.

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Saturday, 12 April 2014

The Book Blog Tour & Give-Away for Gift of the Phoenix by Donna Cook

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Gift of the Phoenix




The Book Blog Tour 

& Give-Away 

for

 Gift of the Phoenix 

by 

Donna Cook


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Book Blurb

Gift of the Phoenix When three strangers are brought together by the discovery of a common enemy, they must fight to keep the magic of the Phoenix out of dangerous hands before their world is destroyed forever. The Three must learn to unite in spite of what separates them, and unlock the magic of three stones that seem to harm as much as they help. But uniting will not be easy for Nicolai, the simple peasant with a powerful secret; Marcellus, the warrior prince who’s no longer heir to the throne; and Corren, a gifted wizard whose ambitions threaten to ruin them all. Full of magic, mystery, and a touch of romance, Gift of the Phoenix is an epic fantasy that takes the reader deep into the heart of a wondrous world and the three men destined to defend it.


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Praise for Gift of the Phoenix 

“An incredibly impressive book that grips you from the very start. There is plenty of action in the story, some wonderful characters and magical, atmospheric settings. Donna has created a fascinating realm in this story which, even if you don’t consider yourself a fantasy fan, you’ll definitely enjoy.” – Excerpt of Stephanie Dagg’s review at Books Are Cool.

“As an avid reader of fantasy, I often encounter boring or overused plotlines—this was neither! With a fresh new take on fantasy adventure, Cook constructs an enchanting world of magic, kingdoms, rebirth, and death.” – Excerpt a review by Artemis at Fantasy Book Lovers Unite.

“Gift of the Phoenix reminds me of a mix of Paolin’s Eragon and Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings, but stands on its own as a unique fantasy-adventure. Cook creates a magic system that is intricate and unique, which can be hard to do in a genre littered with magic. The story is very complex, and yet very easy to follow… layers upon layers of intertwined plots that all culminate to a fantastic ending. I would recommend this book to anyone of any age.” – Excerpt of a review by Will Wortner at Zero2Fiction.

Awards Gift of the Phoenix has won several awards, including Semifinalist in the Kindle Book Review Book of the Year Awards, and Notable Read in the Shelf Unbound/Half Price Books Indie Book of the Year competition.


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Author Donna Cook Donna Cook is an Arizona native transplanted to Boise, Idaho, where she is delighting in the change of scenery. When she’s not writing she spends her time chasing the kids, exploring delicious eateries downtown, and dancing with her talented husband. Her fantasy adventure, Gift of the Phoenix has won several awards, including Semifinalist in the Kindle Book Review Book of the Year Awards, and Notable Read in the Shelf Unbound/Half Price Books Indie Book of the Year competition. It was also nominated for the Whitney Award, which recognizes LDS writers. She’s currently working on the sequel to Gift of the Phoenix.



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Don't forget to enter the giveaway for your chance to pocket $25 and I'll be back on Monday with murder, magick and small folk... come back then to find out more. 

In the meantime, here's wishing you a totally awesome weekend.  

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Wednesday, 9 April 2014

The Book Blog Tour & Give-Away for Screaming Divas by Suzanne Kamata

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Welcome to

The Book Blog Tour 

for 

Screaming Divas 

by 

Suzanne Kamata






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Publication Date: May 18th, 2014   Publisher: Merit Press
Pages: 208
Genre: YA Contemporary

Book Blurb:

At sixteen, Trudy Baxter is tired of her debutante mom, her deadbeat dad, and her standing reservation at the juvenile detention center. Changing her name to Trudy Sin, she cranks up her major chops as a singer and starts a band, gathering around other girls ill at ease in their own lives. Cassie Haywood, would-have-been beauty queen, was scarred in an accident in which her alcoholic mom was killed. But she can still sing and play her guitar, even though she seeks way too much relief from the pain in her body and her heart through drugs, and way too much relief from loneliness through casual sex. Still, it’s Cassie who hears former child prodigy Harumi Yokoyama playing in a punk band at a party, and enlists her, outraging Harumi’s overbearing first-generation Japanese parents. The fourth member is Esther Shealy, who joins as a drummer in order to be close to Cassie–the long-time object of her unrequited love–and Harumi, her estranged childhood friend. Together, they are Screaming Divas, and they’re quickly swept up as a local sensation. Then, just as they are about to achieve their rock-girl dreams, a tragedy strikes.



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About the Author:

Back in the day, Suzanne Kamata spent a lot of time hanging out in a club in Columbia, South Carolina, much like the one in Screaming Divas. (The beat goes on . . .) She later wrote about musicians for The State newspaper, The Japan Times, and other publications. Now, she mostly writes novels. In her free time, she enjoys searching for the perfect fake fur leopard-print coat and listening to the Japanese all-girl band Chatmonchy. Her YA debut, Gadget Girl: The Art of Being Invisible was named the 2013-2014 APALA YA Honor Book and Grand Prize Winner of the Paris Book Festival. 


For more info, visit http://www.suzannekamata.com or follow her on Twitter @shikokusue
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Author Interview


Hi Suzanne and welcome to my blog!

Firstly can you tell us about yourself?

I’m an American, but I live in Japan, where work parties usually involve karaoke. My standard selection was always  something by the Beatles or the Carpenters. I much prefer reading to singing in front of an audience.

How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing for as long as I could hold a pencil. I’ve always wanted to be a writer.

What inspired you to start writing novels for your chosen genre?

I actually thought that I was writing an adult novel when I first started Screaming Divas, but a very successful children’s and YA agent read it, loved it, and wanted to represent me. I was a little taken aback at first, but then I came around to the idea. By now I’ve read a great deal of YA fiction and I love it.

Are there any other genres you’ve written?

Yes, as a matter of fact. I’ve written journalism, fiction for adults, creative nonfiction, poetry, and stories for small children.

Have you published any other novels, if so can you share the details?

My first novel, Losing Kei, about an expat mother in Japan who loses custody of her son and resorts to desperate measures to get him back, was for adults. My second novel was Gadget Girl: The Art of Being Invisible. It’s a YA novel about a biracial girl with cerebral palsy who is tired of being muse to her sculptor mother and aspires to become a famous, albeit invisible, manga artist.

Are you working on anything new right now and can you tell us more?

I’m working on a few things, including a novel about a fifteen-year-old Japanese boy who is torn between his home, where he no longer seems to fit in, and America, where he has lived for the past three years. I’m also in the early stages of a sequel to Gadget Girl, in which the main character visits post-tsunami Japan.

Can you offer any advice to the fledgling authors, just starting out?

Take your time. Share your work with a few trusted readers and, if their advice resonates with you, try to apply it to your work. Be supportive of your fellow writers by buying books checking their books out of the library, posting reviews, sharing on social media, and sending fan mail. It’ll all come back to you when it’s your turn.  And read a lot.

What is/are your all-time favourite novel/s?

TENDER IS THE NIGHT, THE LOVER, THE SECRET HISTORY, THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE

Who is/are your all-time favourite author/s?

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Marguerite Duras, Sylvia Plath, Pat Conroy, Louise Erdrich, Lorrie Moore, Beth Kephart, Junot Diaz, Jacquelyn Mitchard, Chitra Divakaruni, Donna Tartt

What are you reading at the moment & would you recommend it to us?

Right now I’m reading Cartwheel by Jennifer Dubois, which is inspired by the Amanda Knox trial. Knox was accused of murdering her roommate while on foreign study in Italy. This story takes place in Argentina. I just started reading, but I think it’s fantastic.

If you could Time Travel -  what year would you visit and why?

I’d love to be in Paris in the 1920s, hanging out with Hemingway and Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein.

What is the very best thing about writing for you?

Writing fiction allows me to have other lives. I can time travel, I can hang out with rock stars and  I can meet interesting people -- all while sitting in my room in my pajamas with a cup of coffee at hand. It’s the best!

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Book Excerpt:

The Screaming Divas

By Suzanne Kamata

    Trudy got her hands on a guitar.  Actually, it was her father’s guitar, the one he’d played in his band.  The instrument had a history of smoky bars, fields of wild flowers, park benches, Greyhound buses.  It had been all over the place, probably even Dahomey.
    She was going to ask to borrow it, but when she dropped by Jack’s apartment, he wasn’t home.  Trudy decided to cart the guitar off anyhow.  He never played it any more and besides, he might say no if she asked him to loan it to her.  He didn’t trust her so much since all the trouble with Adam.
    She’d practice and innovate and turn herself into a brilliant performer.  And then she’d start a band. It would be the most exciting thing to hit the town since General Sherman.  Yeah, these were good thoughts.
    By day, she practiced.  By night, she hung out at The Cave, playing records or slamming on the dance floor.  During breaks, she looked for musicians in the Pink Room.
    “Hey, Maddy.  I’m starting a band.  Wanna join up?”
    Her roommate Madeline tossed a lock of black hair out of her eyes.  “You must be out of your mind.”
    Trudy shrugged.  She asked Jeff, the David Bowie lookalike.  She even asked Johnny Fad.  People laughed, blew smoke in her face.  Sometimes they just turned away as if they hadn’t heard her at all.
    Why did everyone treat her proposition like some sort of joke?  She was as serious as she’d ever been.  The more she practiced, the more she knew that her dreams lay in music.  She closed her eyes and saw herself on the stage, crooning into a mike while a huge crowd lit and lofted their Bics in tribute.
    When people were drinking and dancing, they weren’t in the mood for serious talk.  She had to find another way to put her band together.

    Trudy made a flyer with scissors and magazines and Elmer’s glue.  When she was finally satisfied with her work, she rode her housemate’s rickety bicycle to Kinko’s and made a hundred copies.  Then she ran around Five Points with a staple gun and plastered them to every telephone pole in sight.  When she was finished, she went back to the apartment, picked up her guitar, and waited for the phone to ring.
    “Hey, what’s this?” Madeline barged into her room just after midnight, smelling of booze and smoke.  She waved one of Trudy’s flyers in the air between them.
    “I’m starting a band,” Trudy said.  “I told you already.”
    Madeline shrugged.  “Yeah, whatever.  I wish you hadn’t put our phone number down, though.  We’ll get half a million calls from creeps.”
    Trudy didn’t answer.  Why was Madeline being such a bitch?  She looked really cool with her tattooed shoulder and asymmetrical haircut, but sometimes she could be totally square.
    “I’ll get my dad to buy us an answering machine,” Trudy said.  “That way we can screen calls.”
    Madeline nodded, seemingly consoled, and wandered off to her room.
    Trudy giggled softly.  Jack would never fork out cash for something like that, but the lie had worked.
    The first call came at noon the next day.
    “Hey, I’m calling about the band,” a gravelly voice said.
    “What do you play?”
    “Bass, drums, whatever.  I’m versatile.  Hey, wait.  You sound really familiar.  What’s your name?”
    “Trudy Sin.”
    “Hey, I know you.  You’re that firestarter.”  The line went dead.
    Later, Southern Bell called about an overdue phone bill.  The manager at Yesterday’s, where Madeline waited tables, called asking Madeline to report to work early.  Someone dialed a wrong number.
    Where were all the budding musicians, the soulmates in tune with her dreams?  Trudy set aside her guitar and put on some music.  She threw herself on the bed and let Patti Smith comfort her.
    How was she ever going to start a band?
    Maybe she could go solo – set up a drum machine and play the guitar herself.  She wracked her brains trying to come up with someone who’d gotten famous without back-up.  Her mind went blank.
    Two nights later, when she came home from a trip to the Quick Mart down the street, Madeline greeted her with, “You got a phone call. Someone wants to join your band.”
    “Great. Who?”  She pictured a pale, black-haired guy in leather, a guitar strapped across his hard-muscled body.
    “I dunno.  She said she’d call back.”
    She?  Well, okay.  This could be good.  A girl group.  Yeah, that’s the ticket.  They’d be like the Supremes with instruments.  The Gogo’s with attitude.  It would be a good gimmick, something to get them started while they developed as a band.

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I hope you've enjoyed today's post and give-away, not forgetting many thanks to Suzanne for stopping by and answering a pile of questions ~ Thanks Suzanne :)

I'm back on Saturday with another book tour, so stop by if you get 5 mintues as you know how much I enjoy your company!



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