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Blog Tour: The Best Seller by Dina Rae

The Best Seller By: Dina Rae
Published May 31, 2016
Solstice Publishing
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When Maya Smock writes her first novel, everything seems to go her way. Her book practically writes itself. She marries her gorgeous agent. Her name is on all of the best seller lists. Billionaire author Jay McCallister takes an interest in her meteoric rise to fame and invites her into his world of alien-believing celebrities. Her life changes forever when he tells her that they were both created inside of a laboratory. These authors are embedding an alien genetic code within the pages of their novels that originated from Nazi Germany because...
The time has come. They are here.  
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But I specialize in nonfiction," he protested.
"Not today.  Listen, it's easy.  The writers line-up and wait their turn.  You signal a green light when it's time for one of them to sit in front of you.  And then you switch it to red when you are busy during a pitch session.  Repeat for each writer you see.  The buzzer is set for three minutes.  Each writer summarizes his or her story.  You offer honest feedback, well maybe not too honest."  Michelle laughed at her feeble joke.  "Anyway, you might even want to represent one of them."
"Hah, I doubt it.  I know jack shit about horror and science fiction.  And I am well aware of what a pitch is, thank you.  I think I can handle this."  Michelle nodded and smiled.  Her deep set eyes disappeared behind her fleshy cheeks.  She handed him her revised schedule for the rest of Saturday and Sunday and then waddled away, leaving Claude alone with a small line already forming. 
Claude slinked into his chair and practiced the off/on switch of the signal and then the on/off switch of the buzzer.  Before committing to the "green" light of welcoming a new writer to sit down, he pulled out his phone.  There were four messages from Veronica.  She probably called to bitch about him being late.  He had the event coordinator to thank for that.  He then glanced at the new schedule-classes that taught elements of steampunk, paranormal romance and historical romance.  Oh great, he thought, I know nothing about this nor do I want to.  At least the Meet-and-Greet cocktail party promised an open bar.  He reluctantly flicked on the green light and an old, thin man appeared in the chair across from him. 
"Can I help you?" Claude asked.
The man wore a Star Trek t-shirt with a series of ears ending with Spock's pointy ear on the front side.  'Highly Logical Evolution' was underneath the picture.  "I'm here to pitch you my novel."
Claude nodded and turned on the buzzer.  "Go."
"It's about an astronaut who runs into a tribe of aliens somewhere around Saturn.  He falls in love with one of the female aliens and then follows her back to the star that she came from.  She then introduces him to her..."
Claude drifted off into daydream land at this point.  He glanced at the buzzer.  Only one minute had passed.  It was going to be a long day.  Finally the buzzer went off.
"So what do you think?" the man asked.
"Honestly, I am not sure.  You have an active imagination and it's brimming with potential.  Send my agency a copy once you are finished."  Claude dug inside of his breast pocket for a stack of the agency's business cards and then handed the man one of them.  He seemed happy and left.
Claude fine-tuned his brush-off speech for the next four writers, all white men and all over forty years old.  Their ideas were way over the top and difficult to follow.  He began losing faith in this so-called opportunity.  Writer number five blathered on about The Grays attacking the United States for the gold in Fort Knox.  He wished he had a bottle of vodka and a vile of cocaine to make the time go by faster.  Maybe some marijuana as well.  An altered state of mind might make the pitches entertaining.  The man with the Gray alien story finished his pitch.  Although Claude didn't like the story, it was the best one he'd heard since pitch fest began.  "Yes, I think I see where you are going with this.  I think I can sell it.  Email me the manuscript direct.  Let me write down my email.  PDF please and I'll see what I can do." 
The man smiled and practically floated away.  Claude's afternoon improved.  Science fiction and horror began to rub off.  There were all kinds of new shows on television that discussed the possibility of aliens and vampires being real.  Science fiction and horror could replace the commission of the diet doctor.  He could hang another bestselling cover in his office.  One of these books could be the basis for a new pilot or even a movie.  For a moment, he felt the same excitement he had once felt at the onset of his career and got excited.  Maybe this was why Veronica sent him here.  He woke up from his daydream and began to take notes.
The first girl science fiction writer sat down in front of him.  She was also the first of the dozen or so writers to be under forty.  He guessed her to be somewhere in her early twenties.  She was short and small with long dark brown hair and amber brown eyes.  Her eyes were captivating.  They were shaped like almonds and outlined with thick eyelashes.  He wasn't sure about her race, maybe mixed or Hispanic or even Native American-definitely exotic.  She was pretty in a self-conscious sort of a way.  She wore no makeup, a plain black shirt, a crystal necklace, and jeans.  There was something witchy and grungy about her, like she belonged in a novel about witchcraft. 
"Okay, are you ready?" Claude asked.  She nodded and he started the timer.  Silence.  "Let's start this again."  She nodded but still would not speak.  This was a first.  Out of all of the windbags he listened to, she was the first to be tongue-tied.  "Let's do this with no timer.  Don't be nervous."
"I'm so sorry.  I'll try this tomorrow," she said and then got up from her chair.  Her eyes watered and her skin reddened.
"Miss, there is no sci-fi pitch fest tomorrow.  Here, look at the schedule."  Claude slid the itinerary her way before she walked off.  "It's all paranormal and romance crap tomorrow."  He got her to smile.  "C'mon, sit down.  Trust me, my opinion on this subject is meaningless.  I specialize in diet books and nonfiction.  I'm here because I was late.  Try your pitch on me, I'm harmless."
She reddened again, embarrassed at something he must have said.  Hotel workers entered the ballroom and began collapsing the cubicles, putting round tables in their space.  He had a two hour reprieve and then it was cocktail time.
"There kicking us out," the girl said.  "Guess it wasn't meant to be."
"Let me assume you are coming to the cocktail hour."  The girl nodded.  "How about you drink up some false courage and then pitch me?"  She smiled and nodded.  Claude wouldn't mind taking her back to his room at the end of the night, but there was something more.  She had his attention.
"I'll be here.  I'll be ready then," she said.
Yes, Vegas was getting better and better.
“Ha! Do you like that?” Vincent laughed devilishly. “You never respected me! But after today, you’ll never win again!” He pushed even more lightning bolts toward Jak. “You’ll have to go home and tell them that you were beaten by your little brother. Everyone will see that you’re not so perfect after all.”
Jak’s blue striker crystallized from the intense heat of the electric bolts. “Aaaahh!” he screamed. He tried to deflect the powerful torrents.
“You are nothing!” Vincent yelled.
Jak wheezed with the last of his strength. His words strained from the bottom of his diaphragm to the tip of his tongue. “It is a shame. Your first victory will be our last moment as brothers.” His face tightened. His brows merged. Moisture soaked his forehead. His knuckles whitened around his striker. His muscles locked up. “You need to know two things.” Jak paused to catch his breath. “I love you. I always have… Aaaahh!” A chilling scream bellowed forth before he could finish.
Vincent’s anger softened once he had won. He tried to release the rail and stop the flow of electricity, but something from beyond held his hand on the track. He vigorously struggled to let go, but it seemed an invisible force kept his hand there against his will.
Jak’s power met its limits. His striker could no longer take the electrical assault. It exploded into fragments of tiny blue shards. The lightning bolts devoured him.
Everything went dark as Vincent collapsed.
A strange, uneasy silence fell.
Face down, Vincent clumsily groped his way through the pitch-black tunnel. With a remorseful tone, he called out to his brother. “Jak, I’m sorry.” He began to stutter. “I was just… I don’t know… I was being stupid and mad about dumb stuff. I’ve never felt that kind of anger before. I didn’t know what I was doing. I swear. I’m really, really sorry. ANSWER ME!”

Author Info

Dina Rae brings an academic element to her novels by weaving research and history throughout the stories. Big Pharma, Big Agri, Big Conspiracy is Dina's first nonfiction work. Dina lives with her husband, two daughters, and dog outside of Dallas. She is a Christian, avid tennis player, movie buff, teacher, and self-proclaimed expert on several conspiracy theories. She has been interviewed numerous times in e-zines, websites, blogs, newspapers, and syndicated radio programs. When she is not writing she is reading novels from her favorite authors Dan Brown, Stephen King, Brad Thor, and George R.R. Martin. She also enjoys reading about religion, UFOs, New World Order, government conspiracies, political intrigue, and other cultures. The Best Seller, her newest sci-fi novel, is released by Solstice Publishing.   

Author Links: Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads    

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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Mettle by J.C. Valentine

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by J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders, #2 Publication Date: July 26, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MC Romance
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Synopsis: Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch. Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?


Striding up to the bar, he took a seat on one of the ratty leather stools and made eye contact with Ginger behind the bar. “Hey, hot stuff, how’s it goin’?”
Somewhere in her mid-thirties, Ginger was a stunning redhead with a smile for everyone. She’d been raised in the life and had a special place in her heart—and between her legs—for every man in the club. If ever there was a caretaker among them, it was Ginger. She was the person the men came to with their personal shit, spilling their heart out along with their cum, and she was always good for patching them up quick and sending them on their way. She never got possessive, never slung around attitude, and never tried to tie anyone down.
Not even Quick. Blake was her first and only love. Not even her ex-husband, Hawke, held that honor. He was just a placeholder, and they all knew it. But now that Blake was wifed up with Gabby, his kid’s hot ass teacher, any hope she had of landing him was long and truly gone.
Every time Tucker rolled up on her, he saw the sadness in her eyes, but he never commented on it. It wasn’t his place.
“Hey, stranger.” Ginger flashed him that soft, alluring smile that made all the men’s hearts twist just a little. His own double-tapped his ribcage as she stepped up. “What’s your poison?”
“Just a couple bottles of water for the road.”
Comin’ right up.”
While Tucker waited, he leaned into the counter, watching her ass sway as she took the couple of steps over to the mini fridge and bent down. Like he said, she made all their hearts do a little jig. She was a beautiful woman. A man would have to be dead below the belt not to be affected by her.  
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end an instant before the oversized body slid onto the stool next to his. The smell of leather tingled in his nose along with the unique spice of Repo’s cologne. Even though his muscles flinched, ready to fight or run at a moment’s notice, Tucker maintained an air of serenity. Confidence, in any situation, could mean the difference between getting your ass beat andwell, not. The latter of which was a possibility, since everyone also knew that Repo, the Spartan’s VP, had a definite thing for Ginger.
Both of the men eyed Ginger’s ample backside. From the corner of his eye, Tucker watched Repo run two calloused fingers over his white beard. It made him cringe inside. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t have a healthy fear of the man. Any day of the week, the asshole was an intimidating fucker, but the snow-white hair and full-on beard, coupled with those piercing, otherworldly blue eyes gave him the heebie-jeebies.
“Like what you see?”
The gruff question was spoken without inflection, giving Tucker no indication of what his current mood was. Seeing as there was no right answer to be given, he said, “What’s not to like?”
Ginger turned back then and lined up two bottles of water in front of Tucker and a beer already cracked open and ready in front of Repo.
Repo lifted one ashy brow at her and she trilled a laugh. “Honey, you should know by now that any time you enter a room, I feel it.”
His grin was wide and alarming. Tucker had literally never seen the man smile. Goose bumps erupted down his arms.
Using the same sandpaper voice, Repo told her, “You know how to stroke a man’s ego.”
“And you know how to stroke a…” She glanced over at Tucker and winked, leaving her sentence hanging.
“Uh, yeah, that’s my cue, folks. Enjoy your…” he waved a bottle between them “whatever this is.”
A hand clamped down on his forearm, stopping him. Repo leaned in, slanted Ginger a meaningful look. She took the hint, turning away and busying herself with something under the bar. To Tucker Repo said, “As long as it’s only your eyes, you get to keep your balls, feel me?”
Tucker swallowed, then pasted on a bright, easy smile. “Yeah, I feel ya, boss.”
“Good, spread the word. Red’s on lock from here on.”
He didn’t figure Ginger knew that, which was probably why Repo had made sure to send her away first. If she had heard him issuing threats, warning the men off her, the whole clubhouse would feel her wrath. The woman knew her place, sure, but she wasn’t a pushover. If there was something she didn’t agree with going on that directly concerned her, they were going to hear about it.
Tucker simply nodded again, turned, and walked out. Repo would find all that out soon enough. As far as Tucker was concerned, though, he had nothing to do with any of it.
Free bird.
With that thought in mind, he climbed onto his bike and hit the open road.
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Synopsis: Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid. Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
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J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.’s newsletter and never miss a thing!


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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: This Time by Laura N. Andrews

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Author: Laura N. Andrews
Title: This Time
Series: Timeless Love series, Book 1
Genre: Erotic Romance / Humor
Release Date: July 23, 2016
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When Charlie Blake goes out scouting for a man at a club, she isn’t playing for keeps. Her life is too crazy complicated and busy to get involved with another guy who could screw her over.

Brad Jackson has a painful history with women. He has no intention to lower his guard enough to trust again. The burns remain too raw.

From the moment Brad spots her, his conviction crumbles. In its wake is possibility. But it'll take more than sexual attraction to pave their way to trust and love. Can there be a happily ever after... This time?

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“Thank you,” she murmurs with tired gratitude.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ll go. I just need a moment.”

I sit down on the bed. “There’s no rush. I don’t have to leave for another half hour.” 

Her eyes close. The poor thing; she’s exhausted. For some reason, I get the sense it isn’t just because of our sexual activities. She did seem stressed before….

“Hop in the shower with me?” I suggest, stroking her hair back from her face.

She opens her eyes, and suspicion is evident. “A shower?”

“Yeah.” I grin with a shrug. “The act of being underneath a spray of water used to clean oneself?”

“Smart-arse,” she grunts with a smile. “Um… Okay.” 

Charlie sits up and takes my offered hand. I lead the way and get the hot water started. She seems timid; maybe she isn’t used to too much interaction with a guy after the sex is over. Mind you, I don’t usually make a habit of dragging these things out. But Charlie is different. The attraction I have for her is completely new for me. Without even knowing her at all, there is still a sense of connection. At least, for me there is.

I was born in Canada, Montreal, and have lived in Australia since I was three years old. When I finished high school I studied – and received a Diploma – in Law Enforcement. Now, I’ve been working for over five years as a pharmacy assistant. When I’m not working or spending time with family and friends, you will find me either curled up with a book or writing one of my own.

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Blog Tour w/Giveaway: Station Alpha by Aislinn Kearns


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Book Title: Station Alpha (Soldiering On #1) 
Author: Aislinn Kearns 
Genre: Romantic Suspense 
Release Date: August 5, 2016 
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A single phone call shatters her life...
Christine Ramirez’s phone rings in the dead of night. A man’s voice - unfamiliar and urgent - tells her to run.

She flees, but deadly, unknown assailants pursue her through the night. Her only saviour is the gruff stranger on the other end of the line.

Paul has a secret. He’s been watching her - maybe a little more than the assignment strictly requires. He shouldn’t reveal himself, but he can’t let anything happen to Christine. Even if it costs him the job that means the world to him.

With the mysterious villains still pursuing Christine, Paul whisks her away to a Soldiering On safe house. There, passion flares between them, hot and undeniable. And they are powerless to resist its lure, even as the villains get ever closer to finding them…

A harsh rattle shattered the peace of the night.

Christine shoved the enticing tendrils of dreamless sleep aside. Her phone had awoken her, buzzing on the wooden nightstand; the sound only loud because everything else was silent. She squinted against the unwelcome glare as the flashing screen lit up the room.

Christine hesitated for just a moment, then reached to pick it up with a resigned sigh. She caught sight of the time as she swiped the screen. 2:02 a.m.

This had better be good.

When Jimmy had interviewed Christine for her new job as personal assistant to his ageing father, he’d warned her that it might mean some all hours phone calls. But she’d thought it had been a polite ‘maybe once every few months you’ll get a call at 10 p.m.’ warning, not a ‘in your second week you’ll be woken in the early hours of the morning’ warning.

“Christine speaking,” she answered, trying to sound less groggy than she felt.

“There is a team of men converging on your house right now,” came the unexpected reply from a low male voice. Unfamiliar, urgent. “You need to run.”

“What?” she asked, blinking in an effort to focus. A prank call? She checked the number and realised she didn’t recognise it.

There was a grunt on the other end of the line, sounding a lot like frustration. “There are about…fifteen guys or so in black combat gear outside your house, ready to storm it. You need to get out while you still can.”

“Listen here, buddy,” Christine began, anger stirring within her. What kind of creep was this guy? She sat up in the bed. It was hard to deliver a set down with righteous fury when you were prone in a warm bed.

The cold air in the room chilled her arms and shoulders, bared in her tank top. A shiver played across her skin as she drew a deep breath to begin her tirade. The new angle gave her a perfect view out of the bedroom window. Christine froze with the breath still in her lungs.

There was a flash of movement outside.

She couldn’t tell what it was, other than it was big. Human-sized. She lived on a large lot on the outskirts of the city. No person should be anywhere near her house. Not at this time of night.

And anyone that was there wouldn’t be paying a neighbourly call.
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Aislinn is an Australian Expat living in Qatar. She completed a Bachelor of Arts in English and History, which she loved, and then went on to do a Masters in an unrelated field. She now largely pretends that last degree never happened.

She is the author of the 'Soldiering On' books, a Romantic Suspense series. She enjoys reading, writing, travelling, and fantasising about her future cottage in a forest. Now that she's published, her next life dream is to own a dog.

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