Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Release Blast w/Giveaway: Between Love and Loyalty by Shannyn Schroeder


When at war, aim for the heart…


BETWEEN LOVE AND LOYALTY
Shannyn Schroeder
Releasing Oct 18th, 2016


When at war, aim for the heart…

Connor Duffy is desperate. His tell-all book on corrupt Chicago alderman Brady Cavanagh isn’t telling enough to get publisher interest, and in order to get the hot dirt, he must find a way to get closer to the man who let Connor go to prison to cover for his own son’s misdeeds. So when fate puts Cavanagh’s lively, artsy daughter across Connor’s path, he decides to take advantage of the first bit of good luck he’s had in a long while.

… but don't forget to keep your own under guard.

Fiona Cavanagh needs a break. Between assisting with her father’s political campaign, trying to please her unpleasable mother, and dealing with an ex who won’t go away, she has no time for a life of her own. One night she meets sexy and mysterious Connor and everything looks like it’s about to finally turn around… until she discovers that the one man she thought she could love was using her to get to her father. As dark family secrets unravel around her, Fiona finds herself caught between love... and loyalty.

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Fiona Cavanagh buried the sharp blade deep into the slab of clay, and tried desperately to not think of her mother.
“Ooo… someone’s in a bad mood.”
Fiona lifted her head and looked at her friend Sarah, who was also her boss. “Who says I’m in a bad mood? I only get to do longer projects with the kids when they’re here on the weekend. There’s not enough time to work in clay after school.”
Sarah snickered and walked into the room. “You only want to work in clay when you’re pissed off.”
She said it as if it was a no-brainer. And since Sarah had known Fiona for years, it probably was.
Rather than acknowledging the fact that Sarah was correct in her assessment, Fiona continued to hack the block of clay into smaller pieces for the kids.
“Your mom?”
Fiona grunted assent.
“What did she do this time?”
Putting the knife down, Fiona stared at her. “She spent the morning pointing out that if I had stayed with Patrick, my father’s career would be in better shape. As if it’s my fault my ex is running against my dad.”
“Your dad has been alderman for two decades. It’s a lock.”
Fiona blew at the curls that escaped her ponytail. “It should be, but ever since the latest polls, Patrick has been trying to turn this into a smear campaign, accusing my dad of sitting on his laurels. He talks about how change will be good for the city. How it’s time to infuse some new blood in order to make the city better.” She toyed with the knife. “My dad has been working his ass off for years to make Chicago better. He’s fought for all kinds of improvements and Patrick makes it sound like Dad’s been twiddling his thumbs and collecting a check.”
“How is that your fault?”
“I broke up with Patrick. If I had played nicer and clung to him a little longer—like until after the election—he wouldn’t be gunning for my dad’s job now. She only ever saw how we looked on paper. She never wanted to listen to how I felt. Plus, I broke up with him over a year ago, but she acts like it was last week.” Although Fiona had believed she’d loved Patrick, everything with him had been superficial. No wonder her mother liked him so much.
Fiona refastened her hair and grabbed her blade. She cut a few more chunks of clay, hoping it would be enough for the kids who would give up their Saturday to work on art with her.
“I’m sorry, Fi. I had no idea things were rough. I don’t follow city politics, except for the mayoral election. And I definitely don’t follow the aldermen who aren’t in charge of my ward.” Sarah squinted. “I’m not even sure who my alderman is. I should probably know that, right?”
Fiona always paid attention to elections having lived in politics most of her life. Her dad ran the first time when she was still in elementary school. It didn’t take long before he learned the ropes of Chicago politics and became the man people either loved or hated. But she knew his true colors. This was the first election she’d be able to vote for him and her vote would actually count. In the past, his win had been guaranteed.
“I’ve worked so hard on his campaign this year, but it’s never enough for her. I’ve knocked on doors and made countless phone calls, but Mom’s biggest concern is my wardrobe and how I look in the media. Don’t I know better? Image is everything.”
Sarah burst out laughing. “I know you hate when I say this, but you sound just like her when you do that.”
Even Sarah’s smile couldn’t lighten Fiona’s mood. Fiona organized the chunks of clay on separate trays.
“Why do you let her get to you?”
“I don’t know. Sometimes, I feel like she’s right. She’s been way deeper into this than I have, so she might know what she’s talking about. I don’t want be to be the cause of any problems.”
She’d watched her brother Aiden do nothing but cause trouble growing up. How he’d managed to become a productive adult still puzzled her.
“Can I do anything to help?”
“Find me someone to fall in love with? Someone to take my mind of politics and appearances.”



Shannyn Schroeder is the author of the O’Leary series, contemporary romances centered  around a large Irish-American family in Chicago and the Hot & Nerdy series about 3 nerdy friends finding love. Her new series (For Your Love) will release this summer with the first title Under Your Skin. When she’s not wrangling her three kids or writing, she watches a ton of TV and loves to bake cookies.



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Precarious Possessions



Madison Maxwell was once the feared Necromancer, and a wild woman with a vivid temper and the ability to raise the dead. Now she is a single mother that loves to spoil her twin sons.

Troy Davenport is a Werewolf that has spent the last four years of his life learning what he is, and longing for Madison. After spending one night with her in his arms, he wanted her back, and this time, forever.

After learning of her brother's folly on an assignment, Madison must take up her title once again, or the Paranormal world that they have all worked so hard to hide will be pulled into the light of day. But there is also the chance that doing so will cost her everything.


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Tell us about Precarious Possessions.
This is book 2 of the Maxwell Investigations Series. This time the focus is Madison and Troy. Both are characters we’ve met in Tangled Temptations, the previous novel. Madison has to come out of a quasi-retirement in order to help clean up a mistake her brother Barry made when trying to handle magic he had no business trying to use.

What initially inspired you to write Precarious Possessions?
I knew I was going to write Precarious Possessions in the middle of writing Tangled Temptations. Madison and Troy were so playful in their banter and with everything that happened between them. It didn’t seem right for them to end up any other place than together.

Tell us little about the characters in Precarious Possessions.
From the first novel, we learn that Madison is the oldest girl of the 5 Maxwell siblings. She has gone from being the feared Necromancer to a mother of two twin boys. After Tangled Temptations, she bought an estate and is kept out of the Magical world.

Troy Davenport found out he was a werewolf at the end of Tangled Temptations and for 3 years he lived on the other side of the country. But he never forgot Madison, the woman he unintentionally marked as his mate. When he finds out she is basically in hiding, he returns to her, not realizing he left her with two sons to take care of as well.

What was the hardest part of writing Precarious Possessions?
Disassociating myself from Madison. When we were in the radio play stage, I was going to be her voice. She has my attitude. She grew up in New York. She felt like the throw away child because she was sent to a foster home. I felt like a throw away child because of other reasons I don’t want to get into now. But trying to separate her from me was so hard.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
In Tangled Temptations, there is an argument that is the lynchpin to this novel. It was between Madison and her mother, Tina. For a while I got phone calls from my family. A couple were telling me how wrong I was for putting my mother on blast in a novel the way I did, but the thing was, I didn’t. My mother and I are really close and when she heard about the fight, I told her about it. I also let her know that SHE wasn’t Tina. So, after all of the crap I was given over that scene, I was relieved to write a scene that reconciled their relationship. Of course, it circles the crapper a couple of more times, but hey, what mother daughter relationship doesn’t? LOL

Is there a message in Precarious Possessions that you hope readers will grasp?
At the end of the day, family is all you have. Madison and Troy work on their relationship to build on their own family. They have moments when while, yes, things look dire, but the ones that are standing with them are family.

Is there anything else you would like to tell the readers about this book/series?
Nope, not with this one….


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Madison walked through her estate and found herself at the twin’s tree house. A large part of her was thrilled because of Troy’s return. But there was another part that was completely livid with her family’s interference. The rising moon peaked through the trees, reminding her that it was only the second night of the full moon. “Shit,” she sighed. She climbed up the small set of stairs and went into the club house.
As her eyes traveled across the shelter Antonio and Donald built, she felt a restless urge overcome her. She didn’t want to deal with Troy. He was bound to have questions and she wasn’t sure if he would like her answers.
The fact that she kept the boys from him for so long had her moving again. She opened a window box and easily found the blankets and sleeping bags she stashed out here for the boys. There was no way she was going to back up to the house. Not with Troy plotting to take her boys. Trying to distract herself, Madison quickly made herself a sleeping pallet and sat.
It was a few minutes later when she heard the snapping of a twig. “I know you’re up there,” Troy’s voice called.
She rolled her eyes. For some stupid reason she thought that maybe Dylan or Victor would come after her. She looked out of the doorway and saw Troy at the base of the tree. “What are you doing here?”
He looked at her, knowing that if given the chance she would bolt. “Your sister’s worried about you,” he said slowly approaching the tree. “She said that you haven’t been handling the moon well.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’ve been just fine,” she spat.
Troy climbed the tree and stood toe to toe with Madison. “I should have to Dennis to fuck off and came back,” he told her. As her eyes started to widen, he stepped closer. “At first I wanted to apologize to you. I had a feeling that I bound you to me. But a selfish part of me couldn’t let you go.”
Madison was slowly backing away from him and it pissed her off. “So it took you three years to grow balls and come face me?” she taunted.
His golden eyes locked onto her brown ones. “You didn’t complain about my balls that night,” he said seriously. When she inhaled sharply, he invaded her personal space again. “And besides, if anyone should be pissy about our time apart, it should be me.”
Madison was trembling as his body pressed against hers. She folded her hands behind her back to keep from touching him. “I had my reasons,” she whispered.
“Bullshit,” he breathed. He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. As her eyes closed, he fisted a handful of her soft hair and made her look at him. “You’re trying to hide away under the protection of Vampires.” His other arm wrapped around her waist like a steel band and hauled her tight against his body. “Trying to hide from your Mate.”
His scent was intoxicating. As was the fact that he remembered she liked it a little wild and rough. But the challenge in his voice scared the hell out of her. She unlocked her hands and tried to shove him off of her. “I won’t be your Mate,” she growled. When he didn’t budge, she tried to kick at him. Her eyes went round when he shoved his leg between hers and brought her down onto the pallet she made. Madison’s breath caught as his weight settled on top of her.
And she hated herself for it.

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Play of Light

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I lived in paradise, and I loved Spencer Pierce.

At fourteen, my life was perfect. The beach was my playground, and the boy who stole my heart lived just around the corner. But perfect never lasts. In one horrifying moment, I lost it all. My family was destroyed, and the boy I believed in turned his back on me. Paradise became a nightmare.

That was five years ago. Everything changed when we moved from our home by the sea. I’ve changed, and I don’t like who I’ve become. I miss the smiling, carefree beach girl who disappeared that terrible night. I want to find her again. I want to face the people we ran from so long ago. Most of all, I have to face Spencer. So I can prove that when he broke my heart, he didn’t break me.

But when I see him again, Spencer Pierce is no longer the boy from my memories. He’s now a man who could devastate me if I let him. He watches me when he thinks I’m not looking. There’s regret written on his face when he’s near. Each time I see him, my heart aches for what might have been, and I think his does too. How can I convince myself I’m over him when I suspect he never got over me?


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What initially inspired you to write Play of Light?
Cape cod, where I spend my summers, inspired me to write Play of Light. I knew I wanted to set a love story there where the ocean and the elements are characters in the story.

.Tell us little about the characters in Play of Light.
Play of Light is the story of Sarah and Spencer who meet at the beach as children. Sarah falls in love right from the start, but Spencer sees her as a kid from the neighborhood, until she grows up. Then he sees her very differently.

What was the hardest part of writing Play of Light?
There’s a traumatic scene in the story where a character dies violently and it sends both Sarah and Spencer into a tailspin. It’s a pivotal moment that sets off a chain reaction in both their lives, and I knew I had to get it right.

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?

My favorite part is when Sarah returns to the beach after years away and finds Spencer sitting in “their spot” like he never left, even after almost a decade. It’s the moment she realizes that he might love her back. I’m getting emotional now just thinking about it.

Is there a message in Play of Light that you hope readers will grasp?
Trust your instincts about people. That’s the central theme. If your gut is telling you something about someone, for better or worse, you should trust it.



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I fell in love with Spencer Pierce the day he saved me from the pirates.
The pirates were Seth and Mike, twins from down the street who I occasionally babysat for. They were seven and I was twelve, almost thirteen, but I was small with sharp elbows and bony knees. My long red hair was wild and frizzed around my face in the constant humidity that thickened the air of our tiny shore town.
I should have been suspicious right off. In the past, they’d never wanted me to join in their games. Boredom was my downfall. I’d been on my own for weeks. My best friend, Isabella, moved away over the summer, and my sister was fourteen now, more interested in makeup, shopping, and boys than in playing badminton with me in the backyard or walking down to the corner store for slushies.
Once I agreed to the twins’ game, on the condition they stopped making fun of me and calling me “carrot top,” they declared that I was the maiden in distress as we all traipsed down to the beach together. They wore eye patches and brandished swords made of cardboard and tinfoil. I let them use a rope they’d found by the docks to tie me to the wooden slats of the fence that lined the back border of the dunes. The rough rope scraped my skin, but I never complained. I wanted to be a good sport.
Then they ordered me to call for help so they could swoop in to rescue me. That was exactly what I did once they ran away. I halfheartedly yelled for them in between giggling with embarrassment, watching while they laughed and turned to look at me over their shoulders as they diminished in the distance. When they disappeared around the corner, I kept calling out, wondering when they would turn around and come back. But their voices eventually faded until the rhythm of the waves was all I could hear.
I waited still, no longer calling for them but staying put, not wanting to ruin the game with my impatience. Then I waited some more. They never did come back, and I felt a familiar sinking feeling. You’re too trusting, Sarah, my mother would say, and she was right.
Knowing I’d been tricked and afraid of how much trouble those boys could get into on their own, I started yanking on the ropes. My elbows came out with some effort, but then my wrists caught on a thick knot. No matter how I struggled and twisted, I couldn’t manage to free myself. Those little terrors had actually done a decent job of tying me to the post.
Panic set in. Would they come back? Did they realize I wouldn’t be able to get out of these ropes myself? It wasn’t long before my eyes began to burn with unshed tears as I pulled against the ties. Stupid! I railed against myself, picturing the tight-lipped anger of my father when he discovered what happened, and the disappointment of my mother. I could hear my sister cackling at me. The only ones who might understand were the twins’ parents. They knew what trouble their boys could get into.
After a time, I slumped low on my tired legs, watching the seagulls fly over the foamy waves. If I were to paint a picture of this place today, the light would be muted. The waves would be sharp strokes of deep green, either teal or olive, their edges dipped in white. The sand would be flat and smooth, a mixture of tan and sepia, dotted by rocks half-hidden in the grains. The mood would be solitary, but harsh. Quiet, but loud. That was how the beach felt to me this morning, and despite my predicament, my fingers itched to capture it.
All too soon, gray clouds sealed off the sky, and when the first fat drop of cold rain hit my face, I started to cry pathetically. They’d actually left me here alone. They’d probably forgotten about me. My father was working. My mother didn’t know where I was half the time. No one would notice I was gone until dinner tonight. I squeezed my eyes shut, promising to pummel Seth and Mike if I ever got off this beach.
A light tap on my shoulder startled me, making me flinch as I glanced up through the strings of wet hair that hung in my face. There was a boy standing over me. Swallowing hard, I blinked to make sure he was real. He crouched low. When I stared up into the dark brown eyes that peered at me from beneath the brim of a Red Sox cap, I stopped breathing.
“You’re Sarah, Emma’s sister,” he said as he studied the ropes. “How the heck did you end up tied to this fence?”
I stood up. He knew my name and my sister? Emma was boy crazy, but I never thought she’d actually catch one, and certainly not one as beautiful as this boy. He was tall, a lot taller than me, and I supposed he could be Emma’s age, but his face looked older. His skin still held a tan from the summer, and his dark eyelashes were long and thick, making his eyes seem gentle. I got lost in those eyes, the color of milk chocolate surrounded by a rim of gold. He looked down at me with so much sympathy, my whole body was warmed by it.
“Don’t worry, Sarah.” He shot me a smile, and my heart skipped wildly. “I’ll get you free. Then you can tell me who did this, and I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Who was this boy? I just blinked silently at him, like a moron, a shivering moron who fell for the stupidest and meanest prank ever. He took out a pocketknife and extracted the blade from it.
“These ropes are pretty thick. It could take me awhile to cut through them. Can you hang on a bit longer?”
Those brown eyes watched me and waited for my answer. I nodded, and he grinned reassuringly before getting down to work.
When he was behind me, tugging on the rope, my face flushed red with embarrassment. What must he think of me? That I was an idiot, what else? At first, I was thrilled to have been found, but now I almost wished I hadn’t been, at least not by him. He would always know how naive and gullible I was.
I was trying not to look at him while he worked so he wouldn’t catch me staring. Because I was so diligently not paying attention, I was surprised when the rope released and the sudden lack of tension sent me to my knees in the cold sand.
“Are you okay?” He took my arm and helped me up. I was shivering too hard to answer, and he was too now, dressed only in a short-sleeved T-shirt and faded jeans. We were both soaked through, and his eyelashes clumped together as he looked at me.
“Let’s get you home,” he said quietly, releasing my arm. Then he started walking in the direction of my house, looking back at me, waiting for me to follow.
My legs felt stiff from standing so long. I moved slowly as I came up beside him, hugging my arms around myself, stealing looks at him every now and then.
“What happened?” he finally asked when we were two houses down from my front door.
My lips pressed together. I didn’t want to say.
“Was it the twins?”
Shocked, I stopped moving. How could he know that?
He nodded at my silence, reading the truth in it. “They’re trouble,” he said. “I saw them trying to push a cat through the book return slot at the library.”
My eyes widened, then I laughed out loud. “Seriously?” It was the first word I’d spoken to him.
“Yup. Had the whole body through before I got to them.”
“You saved the cat?”
He grinned. “When you have mad superhero skills like mine, you have to share them with the world.” Then he winked and started walking again.
That was when I fell for him. I could almost feel the impact. It was probably hero worship in the beginning, but over time, as I got to know him, it slowly changed to love, real love, the kind that coated your heart at first, but then soaked in deeper with every look, every word, and every accidental brush of skin until your heart was completely saturated with it.
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Within a Captain's Fate
by Lisa Olech

Veiled In Blue
by Lynne Connolly
GENRE: Historical Romance

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Wherever the tides take you . . .
Guided by the winds of fate, Henry ‘Ric’ Robbins arrives on a hot June day in Port Royal. But the moment he sets foot on what should be a pirate’s paradise, he’s driven to steal a woman destined for slavery, survives the worst natural disaster to ever hit the isle of Jamaica, and answers the call to be captain of the Scarlet Night.

Jocelyn Beauchamp’s life is one of privilege—until she is rudely thrown into the hands of pirates. Freed from the chains of her cloistered society, Jocelyn is drawn to her newfound life at sea—reckless, thrilling, and utterly unpredictable. And the man who saved her life not once, but twice—why not do it all over again?

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BLURB:

It is up to the Emperors of London to protect the throne—without risking their hearts…

Governess Eve Merton would have fallen into serious trouble on her walk home if a handsome stranger had not stopped to help her. But when Mr. Vernon gives her a lift on his horse, he makes no secret of his attraction. As a well brought-up young lady, Eve does her best not to notice, but when he sets about courting her, she knows she’s in trouble. For she has a secret: she is the daughter of a deposed king, which means not only is she without a dowry, but also that her life is in danger…

Little does Eve know that Mr. Vernon has secrets of his own. In truth, his name is Julius, Lord Winterton, and he’s well aware that Eve is the offspring of the Old Pretender. In order to save his sister, he must convince Eve to wed—though he wants nothing to do with love. But as the two grow closer and an attempt is made on Eve’s life, Julius may realize that fighting his heart’s true desire is a battle most pleasurably surrendered…

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Excerpt: (VEILED IN BLUE by Lynne Connolly)

He swung from the saddle and reached for her. The horse was too weary to take advantage of his lightened load and stood patiently while Mr. Vernon slid his hands around her waist and lifted her effortlessly to the ground. He did not release her immediately.

Eve held the empty basket like a shield, the only protection she had against more intimate contact.

He smiled down at her. He was half a foot taller than her, if not more. “Do you think you can take your own weight, or should I carry you to your door?”

Sir!” Scandalized, she opened her eyes wider while heat rushed to her cheeks. The notion of all the residents of the green watching while he picked her up was unthinkable. Or almost. The small part remaining was her romantic self, the part she ruthlessly crushed. It lingered this time to whisper, What if I let him? in the dark recesses of her mind.

Showing nothing but polite gratitude, she thanked him kindly. “I daresay you will be away in a few days, so I doubt we will meet again. So allow me to thank you now. I am deeply grateful for your help, sir.”

Now, looking directly at him, she sensed danger lurking in the clean-cut features. This man had a wild edge, well concealed but there. Intelligence gleamed in his eyes, together with the wry humor he had displayed during their journey. For one reckless moment, she thought he might tighten his hold, force her to drop the basket, and kiss her. His lips were full, eminently kissable. Not that she had much experience.

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Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer living in her dream house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen. She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power of a man in a tuxedo, and happy endings.
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Lynne Connolly
I was born in Leicester, England, and lived in our cobbler’s shop with my parents and sister. It was an old house and most definitely haunted, but I didn’t find out until I left that my great uncle had hung himself in the living room! But I think our ghost might have been older than that. It was built on the site of the old Roman cemetery, and the land had been constantly inhabited, being in the centre of town. Then, when the council bought the house from us to build a road, my grandfather retired and my father went and worked for the Post Office. My mother was a sample machinist; that is, she worked with designers on the prototypes (models or samples) of garments. So I was very well dressed! We bought a relatively modern house in the country, and my mother was blissfully happy. It’s all very well living in a large old house, but it’s a dreadful task to keep it clean and warm!

My mother's side of the family are Romany gypsies, although sadly we haven't any of the old trailers that are so astonishingly beautiful. I was taught to read the Tarot cards, and I usually use two packs; the Rider pack for simple readings and the Crowley Thoth pack for the complex stuff. I've always had an interest in the paranormal and it's been a delight to be able to put some of this into my novels.

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