Friday, 17 May 2019

Spotlight and Giveaway: Ere's Secret, 223 Bonny Street by Firi Kamson and Queer and Sexy Collection by Eniitan



ERE'S SECRET AND 223 BONNY STREET (ANTHOLOGY) BY FIRI KAMSON


Two enchanting stories about loss and love:
In Ere’s Secret, Ere has a life-changing decision to make.
In 223 Bonny Street, Ikenna wakes to the joys and challenges of being a woman.

ERE’S SECRET
I have a secret. In three days, I'll be turning forty, and I'm in love for the first time. Decades ago, I sacrificed my life for the good of my family. But tragedy struck too close to home, reminding me of the brevity of life. Now, I have a choice to make: continue living in the shadows, or allow my true self to emerge.
223 BONNY STREET
After an accident, waking up in another person's body seems like a dream until Ikenna realizes that he is faced with the stark reality of Nkechi’s life, the woman whose body he occupies. He experiences the pains and joys, the strengths and sacrifices of a woman.
The two of them make a connection beyond the physical, but matters of the heart are delicate. When secrets from the past are revealed, will their connection be strong enough to survive?

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ABOUT FIRI KAMSON

Firi has been an avid reader since she could read mostly because I caught the reading bug from my dad and mum. With reading Roots by Alex Harley and the Odessa file at 8, reading was her mode of escape.
Firi loves all fiction but enjoys being curled up under the duvet reading a hot sizzling romance novel when what being a mum, an adult, a wife, a sister and a daughter.
Writing this book has been a dream come true so I hope you’ll love it as much as I have love writing it. Please do not forget to leave a review on Amazon. You can follow me on for more updates on my incoming books.
Other interesting facts about Firi: she paints ceramic and glass mostly but everything can be her canvas so we would not be surprised seeing that she has painted a plane. You can find her paintings on her Instagram page.
Firi has always dreamt of becoming a pilot. Let’s see how this goes.

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 QUEER AND SEXY COLLECTION VOL. 1 BY ENIITAN


Love Africa Press presents Volume One of its Queer and Sexy Collections exploring queer sensuality.

In this debut edition of three Queer and Sexy interwoven stories written by Eniitan, we explore pleasure, desire, love, human nature and godhood. Follow the lives of Ufuoma, Larrie, Ariyike, Fausiat, Halimat and Uduak as they experience the magic that is the otherworldly Tara.

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ABOUT ENIITAN

Eniitan lives in a world populated by Yoruba gods and non-binary human beings who take their pleasure as seriously as they take mischief making.

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EXCERPT FROM LAST WEEKEND

Ufuoma was the last off the plane. She had shunned her usual garb of comfortable jeans and tees and worn a cream skirt-suit that clung to her voluptuous figure like wet on water.
The cream showed off her dark skin, and to drive the point of her femininity home, she had the first three buttons of the white shirt open. Her bra pushed up the mounds of her breasts, leaving onlookers in no doubt of the gifts hidden underneath her clothes.
On her feet was a pair of heels, making her appear even taller.
She was determined to make the best of this long weekend away from her regular life.
This would be her first time at an all-female party, and although Loretta had assured her that it would be fun, she was still a little anxious, so she fell into the default of looking extraordinarily good to boost her spirits.
One of the best things, and the worst, was her ability to ‘pass’ and be taken for a heterosexual, cis-gendered woman, but it also made her invisible to other queer women. A blessing and a curse in a country like Nigeria. She remembered her university days with a shudder. Those years she’d spent listening to ‘godly advice’ from classmates and lecturers about how she should stop hanging out with her more masculine-presenting friends, the rumours they felt comfortable sharing with her about how these women were all a bunch of lesbians and that she should avoid being inducted into the ‘cult of lesbianism.’
 To worsen her situation, bonding with women was not her strong suit, maybe because she was not primarily attracted to men, not sexually or emotionally. She’d never felt invested in them enough to mind their vagaries; she could take them or leave them, without a backward glance. But with women—she was always so scared, had always been, of the different ways loving women could drive you to a point of madness, of how invested she became in their lives, their well-being. But most importantly of the powerful way a woman could break you … but that hadn’t stopped her from wanting them, loving them.

Thursday, 16 May 2019

Prah, Constantine and Baryeh Reviews: Maggie for Hire (Maggie MacKay, Magical Tracker 1) by Kate Danley




Happy May everybody. The rains are falling and the flowers are blooming. Spring is lovely. So are urban fantasy books with kick ass heroines. I’m just saying.
Remember to head over to Constantine and Baryeh’s blogs once you have finished reading my review of Maggie for Hire.


The Blurb
When monsters appear on Earth, Maggie MacKay is on the job. No one is better at hauling the creepy crawlies back where they belong. No one, that is, except Maggie's dad, who vanished in the middle of an assignment. Now, an elf named Killian has shown up with a gig. Seems Maggie's uncle teamed up with the forces of dark to turn Earth into a vampire convenience store, serving bottomless refills on humans. Ah, family...

The only hope for survival lies in tracking down two magical artifacts and a secret that disappeared with Maggie's dad.

WARNING: This book contains cussing, brawling, and unladylike behavior. Proceed with caution. 
My Review
I liked the concept of Maggie being a magical tracker. It reminded me of female bounty hunter books, only she was really adept at her work. The story entertained me, making me laugh in parts. I appreciated that Maggie wasn’t invincible, knew it, and acted accordingly. 

I didn’t see any chemistry between Maggie and Killian even though it was intimated by several of the secondary characters (who I loved). The two seemed more like they would be good friends than anything else, and they definitely worked well together. Killian was a sweetie where Maggie had a hard as nails edge to her. As an elf, I thought he would have been more powerful, and dare I say it, helpful.

I really liked the way the book ended. That’s all I’m saying about that. 

I give this book three and a half church shaped chocolate bars.

I purchased my copy from AmazonUK

Friday, 3 May 2019

Spotlight and Giveaway: Losing the Bid by Suzette Riddick


LOSING THE BID BY SUZETTE RIDDICK

Parading in front of a room full of women is not Adrian Collins’ idea of a good time. The last thing he wants to do is fly to Chicago for a bachelor auction. But, how can he refuse to help the woman who nurtured him after his mother abandoned him when he was a toddler? Going back to the site of his deepest wounds is where he’ll meet his destiny, Daphne Turner. Adrian is disappointed when Daphne slips through his fingers after losing the bid to an old flame from his past.

Reeling from the death of her uncle, Daphne accepts her best friend’s offer to attend a fundraiser in the windy city. Good cause or not, the idea of spending hard-earned money on a date is ludicrous. That is, until she locks eyes with ruggedly-handsome bachelor number twelve. Unfortunately, the night doesn't end as Daphne hoped. In the company of a sexy stranger to chase her blues away.

Fate intervenes when Adrian and Daphne’s paths intertwine. However, Adrian's past threatens to rob them of a life of happiness. Will Daphne's love be enough to heal his wounded soul?

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EXCERPT

Finally, the Motrin kicked in leaving a faint trace of pain behind. Ear buds in, Daphne tapped her foot to the beat of Jill Scott singing about life being golden. Turn around, she heard Uncle Hal's voice whisper. Daphne's foot stopped its movement. Eyes shifting to the left and then the right, she expected to see her uncle.
"Oh, my God. I'm going crazy," she mumbled under her breath, hoping the woman in front of her didn't hear her talking to herself. Turn around. This time the inner voice was more persistent. 
Slowly, Daphne complied. The man responsible for her recent agony was less than fifteen feet away. Lord, she was trying not to stare. But how could she not? He was downright sexy with swagger for days. And that grin curving his full mouth made her remember what she'd been missing since her vow of celibacy three years ago. What would those lips feel like kissing every inch of her body? Daphne's eyes were drawn to his hands and his feet. Ooh, have mercy. Heat flushed her insides as a naughty thought skipped across her mind. Why hadn't she noticed those big feet the other night?
"We meet again," came his smooth introduction into what Daphne hoped would be a conversation with them exchanging phone numbers as he stepped in line behind her.
A sultry smile played around Daphne lips. "I don't recall us meeting." She wouldn't dare bring up the dreaded auction.
"My bad." Adrian held out his hand. "Adrian Collins."
Daphne hesitated before accepting the proffered hand. Because she felt in her spirit once their bodies made contact, there was no reversing whatever fate awaited her. Awaited them. 
"Daphne Turner." She tilted her head back to look up at him. "You're a lot taller than I thought you would be." 
Adrian's laughter sent quivers through her belly.
"And you look a lot shorter than you did Saturday night."
Moving to close the gap in the line between her and the woman in front, Daphne glanced down at the sneakers covering her feet. "It was the heels." 
She shifted her gaze to the McDonald's across the hall to hide her flushed cheeks. The memory of how his eyes caressed her bare legs made her inside tingle in the most delicious way. 
Daphne held her breath when Adrian leaned forward, bringing his mouth mere inches from the shell of her ear. His breath was warm, stoking a flame in her when he whispered, "You have amazing legs. I damn near tripped over my feet staring at them."
Was he a mind reader? Daphne wondered.
"Next in line." The cashier called. Caught in a haze, Daphne hadn't heard the twenty-something. How was she supposed to hear anything when this man was so close? If she turned her head in the slightest movement, their lips would touch. Sweet baby Jesus! 
 Her eyelids closed, and she inhaled deeply when he leaned even closer. His lips brushed her earlobe when he whispered, "It's your turn to order."
Daphne's eyes fluttered open. Adrian's teasing smile had a nerve to be as sexy as he was. 
Embarrassed, she spun around to take her focus off Adrian. But that wasn't any better because the cashier giggled. "Listen, if you don't want him, I'll gladly take him off your hands."
"You and half the women in this airport," Daphne jokingly replied under her breath before placing her order for a white-chocolate caramel latte with soy milk. Adrian covered her hand to stop her from going into her purse.
"I got it," he told her before adding an order for a black coffee.
After their orders were taken and paid for, they moved to the side of the counter to wait. Although it was only a five-dollar beverage, Daphne was impressed that he offered to pay for it. The last guy she went out with insisted they go Dutch. Cheap bastard.
"Thanks for buying my latte."
"My pleasure, pretty lady."
Daphne blushed again. This man was splendid for her ego. When was the last time a man made her feel this good about herself? 
"Full of compliments," Daphne shyly murmured. 
Adrian's laugh was deep and sexy, causing her belly to quiver again. She wondered if he was teasing and playful in bed. Or was he intense and serious? Or was he gifted and possessed with the ability to switch between the two when the mood called for it? 

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ABOUT SUZETTE RIDDICK

Suzette Riddick is a wife, mother, and nurse practitioner who enjoys writing about flawed characters on a quest for love. She is an Amazon Best-Selling Author and was a featured author in USA Today ~ Happy Ever After. A native of Philadelphia, PA, Suzette loves to travel, read, and is addicted to Chanel parfum.
To learn more about Suzette visit her website at www.suzetteriddick.com.


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Tuesday, 30 April 2019

Agent query response: “Publishing is subjective.”


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The full quote from an agent I recently queried was: “As you know, publishing is subjective and it's entirely possible you'll find another agent able to prove me wrong.”

Just like all things writing related, the process of finding an agent has been an exercise in skin toughening. So far all I have gotten are rejections with the same general statement about subjectivity. But I know (said with hand fisted in the air and true belief) that I will get someone who likes the book and wants to be my agent. Not only that, but they will work their behinds off to get the book a great deal. Henceforth proving those nay sayers  wrong.

In the meantime I am revising the story, layering it with drama and having yet another beta reader take a look at it before sending it out to another round of agents. Wish me luck.

This post was sparked by a book club that I belong to. We read a very highly anticipated book of short stories. Most of the stories were speculative fiction, which was outside of my comfort zone and yet because the writing and storytelling was good, I still enjoyed most of the stories. Basically the ones I could understand.

Anyway, the group seemed to have disliked the book and I can’t understand how they could have such strong negative emotions about it. 

And then the comment from the agents hit me.

Subjectivity.

It comes as a part of life. Everything we do, see, touch, etc. has a subjective connotation to it because our perspective is the only one that is who we are. This is why a few reviewers will detest a book that so many others loved. It’s a part of life, just like taxes (paying or evading).

Other people’s opinions, whether good or bad, can’t be taken personally. In the end it is the individual’s own feeling on the topic that counts.

Lesson learned. Hopefully, I’ll accept it as my true belief so that the rejections that are part of being an author don’t hit so hard.

Friday, 26 April 2019

Cover Reveal: Wickedly It Begins by Cathrina Constantine

I'm excited to present the cover to Wickedly It Begins,  a prequel to a series I have fallen in love with. Wickedly They Come and Wickedly They Dream. Awesome books.



Blurb 
One fateful night will change their lives forever.

Seeley is born a hunter. God’s warrior. She’s endowed with inexplicable gifts to slay creatures and demons threatening human’s. Alongside her guardian angel, Ezekiel, she will face unimaginable trials and tribulations.

Jack Chase was born an orphan. Kicked from foster home to foster home, he lands with a couple who worships Satan. He succumbs to their diabolical rituals, and learns he also has extraordinary talents. Wealthy, Asa Trebane, and leader of the Black Order of the Cult locates this teenager he’s heard much about. He takes Jack under his wing and into his home.

A mysterious pull leads Jack to Seeley. A pull neither of them can resist.

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Review: Engaging the Enemy (The Bourbon Brothers #3) by Reese Ryan


The Blurb
'That's the deal, Abbott. Take it...or leave it.' How far will an ambitious heir go to secure his future?

Parker Abbott will do whatever it takes to be the next CEO of King's Finest Distillery, even play fake fiancé to his childhood nemesis, Kayleigh Jemison. Yet as he and the fiery redhead get reacquainted, sparks fly and real passion emerges. But when her ex wants a second chance, who will Kayleigh choose?


My Review
I jumped into the series with this book and now I think I’ll have to go back to read the first two. The secondary characters were so engaging that I want to read their stories, too.

I really liked how much Kayleigh loved experiencing life. The saying about a woman scorned came to mind when we learned how he had hurt her when they were younger. Kayleigh was an active woman who had had to deal with a childhood that wasn’t ideal. Yet she made the most of it and became a successful jewelry maker.
Parker. Oh, my goodness, a finer nerd I have never read. He was initially stiff and unyielding. Many times I found myself shaking my head at his antics.

Fireworks exploded when these two came together. At first it was the kind that wanted to cause collateral damage, and then it became the sort that induced passion. It took a while for the chemistry to come to life between these two, but when it did, it was amazing. They brought out the best in each other and pushed each other to grow which pleased me.

There was one thing that lacked closure, and that was about Kayleigh’s sister. Maybe shell get her own story. Otherwise I was a happy romance reader with a glorious happily-ever-after that I’m still smiling about. 

I give this book five out of five bike shaped chocolate bars.

I was given a copy of this book for an honest review.

Monday, 15 April 2019

Spotlight and Giveaway: Dukes by the Dozen




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What's better than a dashing duke? A dozen of them! In this case, a baker's dozen--thirteen of your favorite historical romance authors have
come together to bring you more than a dozen tantalizing novellas, with one per month, for a year's worth of never-before-released romances.


Duke in Winter by Alyssa Alexander
February - The Difference One Duke Makes by Elizabeth Essex
March - Discovering the Duke by Madeline Martin

April - The Duke and the April Flowers by Grace Burrowes
May - Love Letters from a Duke by Gina Conkle
June - Her Perfect Duke by Ella Quinn
July - How to Ditch a Duke by May McGoldrick
August - To Tempt A Highland Duke by Bronwen Evans
September - Duke in Search of a Duchess by Jennifer Ashley
October - Dear Duke by Anna Harrington
November - Must Love Duke by Heather Snow
December - The Mistletoe Duke by Sabrina York
January - Dueling with the Duke by Eileen Dreyer


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from The Duke and the April Flowers
By Grace Burrowes
April



***Henning, Duke of Clonmere is bound by a promise made by his late father. He must marry one of the Earl of Falmouth’s daughters, though only the oldest, Lady Iris, who considers herself on the shelf, interests Clonmere… In fact, she fascinates him. ***

           
“The waltz will start soon,” Iris said. “We should be going inside.”
          
His Grace of Clonmere remained on the bench beside her. “Might I confide a secret? I’m all waltzed out. I have no more waltzes, minuets, quadrilles, gavottes or Roger de Coverley’s in me. Not tonight. Your sisters have worn me to flinders.”
           
I want my waltz. And yet, Iris was also relieved. To twirl around in Clonmere’s arms, pretending to be merely amused, pretending to merely enjoy what Iris would instead be savoring and resenting and treasuring…. Clonmere’s demurral was in truth a reprieve.
           
“My sisters thrive on society’s entertainments. You will have a waltzing duchess, Your Grace. Best accommodate yourself to that reality now, even if it’s not precisely what you wish for.”
           
Clonmere plucked a flower from the urn beside the bench. “What do you wish for? If you had a fairy godmother, and she granted you a wish-come-true, what would it be, Lady Iris?”
           
Just as the duke was out of waltzes, Iris was out of witty rejoinders. The plain, honest truth begged to be spoken, if only this once, if only to a man making conversation to avoid the ballroom.
           
“A wish? My deepest, most secret wish?”
           
“The wish your heart whispers as you drift into dreams, that wish.”
           
To not end up with cat hair all over my life. To not be a burden on my family. To never… but those wishes were all in the negative. What did Iris wish for affirmatively? She had the sense Clonmere would wait for her answer until Michaelmas, though by then he’d be married to some sister or other.
           
“I wish that a worthy man would regard me, the true me, as the fulfillment of some of his dreams, Your Grace. Not all, of course, just as I wouldn’t expect him to be the sum total of my life either. I was raised to anticipate that I’d find a partner though, and I’m not ashamed to long for it. I wish that man would find me, and kiss me as if all the love in his heart had finally found a home, and as if all the love in my heart was his dearest treasure. Just once, I’d like to experience such a kiss.”
           
The admission surprised her, but also came as something of a relief. Twenty-six was not ancient, and longing for somebody to love was purely human.
           
“You are very brave,” Clonmere said, rising. “Very fierce.”
Now he was ready to return to the ballroom? “I am neither.”
He offered his hand—not his arm—and Iris rose. She’d confided much more than she’d intended, but the recitation had given her courage. She would not slink off to Surrey, she would not consign herself to the company of dyspeptic cats and literary spinsters.
           
“Where are we going?” she asked, for the duke was not taking her in the direction of the ballroom.
           
“What matters one more waltz, when I can make a lady’s wish come true?” He came to a halt toward the back of the garden. The sound of the ballroom faded to a distant roar, moonlight glinted on a trickle of water splashing from a fountain sculpted into the shape of a blooming rose.
           
“I must make my own wish come true,” Iris said.
           
Clonmere shifted his grip on Iris’s hand, linking their fingers. “On Saturday, I will choose which of Falmouth’s daughters to court. From that day forward, I will be devoted to her and only to her, if she’ll have me. I must make my choice in a manner that offers none of your sisters insult, or the woman I choose for my duchess will forever regret that she caused her siblings to suffer. Jealousy among siblings is the very devil, and I won’t be the cause of it in my wife’s family.”
           
He was trying to make some point, but Iris grasped only the first part of his declaration. “You have not yet made your choice. You aren’t devoted to anybody yet.”
           
“Precisely.” He took off his gloves, a curious thing to do when the supper was still a set of dances away. “I am free to behave as I please, and I please to make your one, honest wish come true—if I may?”
           
A peculiar sensation welled from Iris’s middle, part glee, part terror. “You’d like to kiss me?”
           
“That was your wish.”
           
Her wish had involved a particular kind of kiss, which Clonmere couldn’t possibly deliver.
           
She nodded.
           
He framed her face in the warmth of his hands. “Then… as you wish, my lady.”

                                                         About the Author:
New York Times Bestselling, award-winning author Eileen Dreyer has published 40 novels and 10 short stories under her name and that of her evil twin, Kathleen Korbel in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, historical romance, romantic suspense, mystery and medical forensic suspense. A proud member of RWA's Hall of FAME, she also has numerous awards from RT BookLovers and an Anthony nomination for mystery. She is now focusing on what she calls historic romantic adventure in her DRAKE'S RAKES series. A native of St. Louis, she still lives there with her family. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight.