Philosophy is defined as a theory underlying or regarding a sphere of activity or thought. Well, my theory is if I can add at least 10 new books to my Wishlist and move at least 5 older Wishlist selections to my TBR list every month, then life is a ice cream sundae. And if I can find those 10 books from at least 5 new blogs each month then that's the cherry on top.


Well, I've made it almost 5 years now, so for better or worse, I continue on. I tend to blog in spurts as the urge to be creative erupts. As I don't have an artistic bone in my body, you will see very few changes in the layouts. Hey, I'm a reader not an artist like so many of the awesome bloggers I follow. I know you don't always have the time but if you stopped and looked, take a half a minute and say your piece. Recommend a book that you have enjoyed or hated for that matter. Thank you to all who visit.
Oh, and I moved my Google Friend Connect info and share this buttons to the top, as without our friends, who are we?

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Blog Tour For THE DESIRES OF A DUKE : Historical Romance Collection

Eight historical romances featuring roguish dukes willing to risk it all to get the lady their heart desires.
Out Dec 12th– The Desires of a Duke: Historical Romance Collection
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Title: The Desires of a Duke
Authors: Darcy Burke, Grace Callaway, Lila DiPasqua, Shana Galen, Caroline Linden, Erica Monroe, Christina McKnight, Erica Ridley
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: December 12, 2017

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Enjoy eight historical romances from bestselling authors, featuring dashing, roguish dukes who are willing to risk it all to get the lady their heart desires. When these powerful, bold men take a chance on love, nothing can stop them.

Darcy Burke
The Forbidden Duke helps ruined Eleanor find a second chance for happiness. What will she say when she learns of the role he played in her downfall?

Grace Callaway
A spinster and rake join forces to catch a murderer. Wills clash and passion flares; will they risk all for love—before it’s too late? 

Lila DiPasqua
The only woman Leo, Duke of Mont-Marly, has ever yearned for is the adorably unconventional beauty who got away. Suzanne creates and selling matchsticks, elixirs for the ill…and is still so damned alluring. Leo is determined to give her a Christmas beyond her wildest imagination...

Shana Galen
Pursued by assassins, Princess Vivienne of Glynaven escapes to England. The Duke of Wyndover aids her, but is he the man she’s been waiting for?

Caroline Linden
The Duke of Wessex realizes he’s about to marry the wrong woman when he meets his bride’s sister…and the wedding may become a scandal.

Erica Monroe
A governess entering into a marriage of convenience with a duke gets more than she bargained for, as he's also a spy for the crown.

Christina McKnight
The Duke of Montrose has only one choice: find a wealthy heiress to wed. When his quest brings him to Lady Lucianna, he can’t deny that he wants her for more than just her dowry.

Erica Ridley
The unflappable Duke of Ravenwood meets his match in this rollicking New York Times best-seller!

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Christina McKnight is a book lover turned writer. From a young age, her mother encouraged her to tell her own stories. She’s been writing ever since.
Christina enjoys a quiet life in Northern California with her family, her wine, and lots of coffee. Oh, and her books…don’t forget her books! Most days she can be found writing, reading, or traveling the great state of California.

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Monday, December 11, 2017

Review & Excerpt Tour For A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL By Michelle Hazen

We are thrilled to be celebrating the release of Michelle Hazen’s Rockstar Romance, A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL! This is the first installment in her Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll series. Follow the tour for reviews, excerpts, guest posts, plus enter to win a $50 Amazon gift card!  

Title:  A Cruel Kind of Beautiful
Author: Michelle Hazen
Release Date: December 4, 2017
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 344

If you can’t get to the Big O, can you get to the happily ever after? 

Jera McKnight loves music, swoons for hot guys, but sucks at sex. Jacob Tate is her perfect storm: a pun-loving nude model with a heart as big as his record collection.

When a newspaper-delivery accident lands him in her living room, he’s almost tempting enough to make her forget she’s never been able to please a man—in bed or out of it. Sure, he laughs at her obscure jokes, and he’ll even accept a PG-rating if it means he gets time with her, but he’s also hiding something. And it has everything to do with the off-limits room in his apartment. 

Jera pours all her confusion and longing into her drum kit, which pays off when her band lands the record deal of their dreams. Except just like Jacob, it might be too good to come without a catch. 

She doesn’t know if her music is good enough to attract a better contract, or if she’s enough to tempt a man like Jacob to give up his secrets, even if they could fix her problems between the sheets. But if this rocker girl is too afraid to bet on herself, she might just end up playing to an empty house. 

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Copyright © 2017 Michelle Hazen

“If this is about sex, here’s the thing: I like sex. Every kind of sex. And I can make it unbelievably good for you.” He says it without a hint of a blush, and no trace of arrogance. The temperature of my skin rockets up.
I swallow to combat my suddenly dry mouth. I really, really want to roll him on top of me and forget that no matter how hot he makes me, I’ll be left panting and straining and unfulfilled at the end.
I want to pretend I don’t know better.
“This isn’t a romance novel,” I tell Jacob. “It doesn’t work like that. You can’t just put on some Barry Manilow and call it making love, and be so gentle with me that my head explodes into a rain of fireworks. I tried all that, and it sucked.”
I push up to sitting, my eyes darting away from him as I rub one hand down my opposite arm. I hate how ugly it makes me feel to talk about this stuff.
“No matter how excited I get, I can’t finish. My ex tried to help me get over it, and it only made the whole thing worse for both of us.”
“Look, I get that. I listened to that shitty voicemail he left you. But it doesn’t have to go that way, Jera. Did you know that seventy-five percent of women have trouble experiencing orgasm through vaginal sex? Only fifteen percent of women have the same trouble once additional stimulation is provided.” He sits up too. “Have you tried toys? Even just a little booster like a vibrating cock ring? What about fetishes?”
I blink, at a loss.
“Fetishes can be really unique, and they are often biologically based,” he explains. “Not linked to trauma or anything weird. They’re incredibly powerful. You could have an insane gummy bear fetish or something and just have no idea that's what you need to get excited. Have you read much erotica?”
My cheeks burn and if my mouth isn’t hanging open, it’s only because I’m too shocked to move.
“I might have done some research,” he admits.
“Oh really? I thought I accidentally hit play on my Sexual Dysfunction for Dummies audiobook. How are you not blushing right now?”
“I like talking about sex.” He shrugs. “And it’s important to you. Of course I want to know as much as I can. Besides, I’m an engineering major. Taking things apart and figuring out how they work is kind of what we do.”
That pulls a reluctant smile from me, because that is insanely nerdy but also sweet, and more than a little embarrassing. I don’t even want to see all the ways I’ve besmirched his browser history.

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Michelle Hazen is a nomad with a writing problem. Years ago, she and her husband ducked out of the 9 to 5 world and moved into their truck. As a result, she wrote most of her books with solar power in odd places, including a bus in Thailand, a golf cart in a sandstorm, and a beach in Honduras. Currently, she’s addicted to The Walking Dead, hiking, and Tillamook cheese.

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Blog Tour & Giveaway For A PATH THROUGH By Janna Olsen Spratt

A Path Through
Janna Olsen Spratt

Genre: Memoirs/Biography

Publisher: Book Venture Publishing LLC

Date of Publication: 08/21/2017

ISBN: 978-1-64069-799-7

Number of pages: 106
In this tribute to the faithfulness of God, the author shows the thread woven through everything from the car accident they walked away from which totaled the car to the last chapter of finding purpose in the pain of being alone. This is a story of overcoming poverty, early marriage, divorce and finding love a second time around. It’s a story of a parent’s tenacity in prayer for a wayward child and of holding on to faith when a seventeen year old grandson dies suddenly at school.

God promised He would take us through the trials.


Little did I
know as I packed my books in February that I would unpack them two months
later. And as I prayed for the Lord to lead us to where we should go, I did not
know that my husband, Larry, and I would not be going to the same place.

We were planning
to move back to the Abbotsford, Langley, area in BC where we had lived some
twelve years earlier. It all started with a conversation over lunch with Dwayne
and Maureen, our son and our daughter-in-law. We were talking about seniors’
housing being in short supply and that it might be a good idea for us to think
about where we would like to live and putting our name into some places.

Our plan was to
move back to the coast into an apartment, and from there we could decide which
seniors’ housing would be the right place for us to make an application for. We
needed to look for an apartment there, so we decided we would drive to Surrey
to visit our son, Dustin, and his family, and from there we would search.

Larry would be
eighty years old on March 4, and we could celebrate his birthday as well as
look for a place at the same time. Our children planned a big party with our
family and friends. This was a milestone for Larry because his life had nearly
been cut short a few times before this, and making it this far was somewhat of
a miracle.

Someone has
said, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.” We were praying
about what we should do, and it seemed to us that this was a way to test the
waters. We left Castlegar the morning of March

1. Our plan was
to travel halfway, stay overnight at Princeton, and finish the trip the next

We would be
traveling through mountain passes which could have snow on the highway, so we
wanted to give ourselves lots of time. Larry was a truck driver with more than
three million miles behind him, so he was not too concerned about driving.

Although there
was quite a bit of snow in the first pass, we made good time, arriving in
Princeton early in the afternoon. The next morning after breakfast, we set out
for the final part of our trip. It was a beautiful, sunny day, and we felt good
about the trip thus far.

There was quite
a lot of snow on the Hope-Princeton Highway, but

Larry was not
concerned. Our 2008 Toyota seemed to handle the road conditions well. When we
passed the Hope turnoff and began the divided freeway with two lanes going each
way, we felt we had it made. The worst was over!

We passed a semi
and were still in the left lane when suddenly the left front wheel got caught
in a deep pothole. Larry struggled desperately to keep the car on the road, but
it seemed as if a force stronger than him wrenched the wheel out of his hands,
and we were immediately airborne.

I called out,
“Lord, help us,” as the car flew off the road into the median which was full of

happened so fast; it seemed as if we were watching a movie, spellbound. We sat
there with our seat belts on while the car careened crazily down the
embankment, spinning around and doing donuts and other turns. As we spun
around, there was a lot of snow going across the windshield. The back end of
the car slammed into the snowbank as we fishtailed, and the trunk opened,
spilling suitcases and some of the other contents.

As the car was
spinning and slamming into banks, the big back window smashed in, as well as
the backside windows. The backseat was filled with snow. My glasses flew off
and were later found in the snow in the backseat, and my left hearing aid flew
out and was later found on the dash.

At one point we
started to climb the bank toward the traffic on the eastbound side, but it was
a steep incline, and we were kept from going there. For one second I saw it, I
thought we might go into it; but instead the car rolled back, turned, and came
to rest on its right side on two wheels leaning against a snow-covered bank.
Larry had to brace himself with his feet in order not to fall down on me.

In the midst of
all this turmoil, we sat there with our seat belts on.

Strangely, we
felt protected. The front window did not even have a crack in it, the front
side windows were untouched, and the air bags did not deploy.

We were not
seriously injured.

I reached for my
cell phone, began dialing 911, and then a man was standing there, peering in
the front window, asking if we were all right.

We shouted we
were okay. Just then two RCMP officers appeared. They were traveling by and saw
what happened. One of them had been headed west, and the other one was headed
east. Coincidence?

A truck driver
had stopped and come to help, as well as some other men. There were at least
six men there. When we said we were all right, with us still in the car, they
put the car back on four wheels. They opened the doors and helped us out of the
car, asking again and again, “Are you sure you are all right?” We assured them
we were a little shaken but otherwise all right.

We each had two
men, one on each side, holding on to us as we trudged through the deep snow
across the median and up the bank to the highway. We waited in the police car until
the ambulance came. After the paramedics checked us out and the police took our
statements, we were taken to the Fraser Canyon Hospital at Hope, British
Columbia, for further examination.
Besides being

shaken up, Larry had some cuts on his hands and arms which were quickly
bandaged. The cuts were probably from the shattered glass when the back windows
smashed. I had a black eye. I must have banged my head on the window frame, although
I did not remember just when it happened.

About the Author:

Janna Spratt is the author of a collection of poetry, QUIET REFLECTIONS, and two children’s books; BILLY GOAT AND THE RED NECKERCHIEF and FUN AT NANA’S HOUSE. After she was widowed in 2011, she found a passion for life in writing. This fourth book is her story of faith in God that does not quit in spite of the challenges that come. Her goal is to realize her God given purpose in life and to live it to the best of her ability.

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Thursday, December 7, 2017

Release Week Blitz & Giveaway For SEA OF STRANGERS By Erica Cameron

Welcome to the Release Week Blitz for
Sea of Strangers 
(The Ryogan Chronicles #2)
by Erica Cameron
presented by Entangled Teen!
Grab your copy today!

Congratulations Erica!

Know your enemy if you want to survive…
The only way for Khya to get her brother back alive is to kill Varan—the immortal ruler who can’t be killed. But not even Varan knew what he was doing when he perverted magic and humanity to become immortal.

Khya’s leading her group of friends and rebels into the mountains that hold Varan’s secrets, but if risking all their lives is going to be worth it, she has to give up everything else—breaking the spell that holds her brother captive and jeopardizing her deepening relationship with Tessen, the boy who has been by turns her rival and refuge since her brother disappeared. Immortality itself might be her only answer, but if that’s where Khya has to go, she can’t ask Tessen or her friends to follow.
Sea of Strangers 
(The Ryogan Chronicles #2)
by Erica Cameron
Publication Date: December 5, 2017
Publisher: Entangled Teen



Erica Cameron is the author of books for young adults including the Ryogan Chronicles, the Assassins duology, and The Dream War Saga. She also co-authored the Laguna Tides novels with Lani Woodland. An advocate for asexuality and emotional abuse awareness, Erica has also worked with teens at a residential rehabilitation facility in her hometown of Fort Lauderdale.

 Giveaway Information:

Sea of Strangers Prize Pack, including:**
* A signed copy of Sea of Strangers
* A $20 Visa gift card
* A swag pack
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Win a bundle of 10 amazing urban fantasy and 
paranormal romance novels 
from some of today's bestselling authors. 
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Book Tour For THE DEMON WITHIN By Josh Gagnier

The Demon Within
The Last War #1
Josh Gagnier
Genre:  Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication:  February 2015

ISBN:  9781520103358
Number of pages:  213

Paradise or The Abyss, you decide

Joe grew up listening to the voice in his head. It helped him through school, helped him gain wealth in his career.

The final temptation of power was too much. He hadn't considered the cost.

Now he must find a way to defeat The Demon Within.

Little does he know, his every move is being recorded. Every misstep is being judged. As he gets ever closer to winning over his demon, heavenly eyes watch from above. Some root for his success while others hope he'll fail.

While Joe fights his demon on the battlefront, the angel Michael fights for his Soul.

Will Joe win out?

Will Michael be able to save Joe's soul?

Or will the Demon win and thrust Joe into the Abyss.


“You must be new
to these parts.  Name’s Belath,” says a
figure standing over a young man lying against a large trash compactor.  A look toward the sound of the voice reveals
what appears to be an older man who, by the looks of him, has had, to put it
lightly, a less than spoiled life.  His
dark skin is loose with an almost leathery roughness, like a stretched hide
left in the sun too long.  Several of his
teeth have long escaped the captivity of his smile and those left plot against
the warden.  The lines of time can be
seen through his mostly grey with spattered black scruff.  His posture is the only thing that doesn’t
match his rundown appearance.  He stands
straight and proud holding his shoulders square, almost in a protest, refusing
to look weak.  He bears the righteous
indignation of an innocent man facing the gallows. 
“Just passing
through,” replies a shaky voice trying to sound formidable.  A young man, thin, but seemingly fed well
enough, slowly stands and dusts himself off.
His posture seems closer to a beaten animal than a grown man.  His boots are scuffed and old, but the heel
gives him a few inches in height, which is probably why he wears them.  His knuckles are cracked and healing; more likely
from the heat than any type of hard labor.
The dark circles under his eyes and his unkempt appearance hint that he
hasn’t slept an entire night in years.
His jacket makes him appear even smaller, as it is a few sizes too big
and has small rips that don’t appear to be from wear and tear.  He probably fished it from a dumpster.  His jeans seem to be the least worn of the
man.  Though dirty, they're nearly
new.  This poor sap doesn’t look like he
could fight his way through a paper bag.
The only things that don’t match his overall demeanor are his eyes.  Visibly swimming between pale yellow and
bright green, they draw you in and make you trust him. 
“Well, ya may
want to make yourself scarce before patrols make their rounds.  They let me stay because I’m the only one
within a few hundred miles with a distiller.
I can’t guarantee they won’t haul you off to camp,” Belath warns.
“What’s your name son?”
“Don’t want to
know you.  I’m not your son and I’m not
staying.  Just need a little rest,”
replies the young man.  He pulls his hood
over his head and turns to walk down the alley toward the main street. 
If he were
watching where he was going instead of ignoring the world around him, he would
seen the group of four large men, obviously armed, moving quickly toward
him.  He would have heard Belath’s
warning, and wouldn’t have cost himself such precious time.  Belath reached him just in time to be added
as a target.  The young man realized what
was happening a moment too late.  A fist
hit him square in the side of the head, knocking him to one knee.  Belath runs to his side and helps him to his
feet.  The men must have recognized
Belath because three of them took a few steps back.  Even the big one, the apparent the leader,
took a hesitant step backward.  They must
have decided they had the advantage because they began to advance yet again. 
“Gentlemen, do
not ring a bell you can’t unring,” says a stern, direct voice.  It came from the young man who, only moments
earlier, seemed too weak to speak.  “This
is a fight you will not win, regardless of your numbers,” the young man
In response, the
leader grabs a bat from one of his men and swings at the young man’s head.  Before anyone can realize what is happening,
the young man lunges at the leader.  In one
motion, he sidesteps the life ending swing, pulls a long black knife from a
sheath under his jacket, and plunges it deep into the leader’s temple with his
right hand while grabbing the bat from the ground with his left.  With his next step, he swings the bat at his
second target, and finds such purchase the man’s head nearly spins
backward.  Next, the young man yanks the
blade from the leader’s head and stabs the third man in the side of the neck,
almost as a cobra striking its prey.  The
young man looks for the last of his adversaries, and sees him running down the
alley toward the main streets.  The young
man takes a deep breath, lifts the bat, takes aim, and hurls it at his
target.  The bat’s aim is precise and the
man falls to the ground, screaming in pain.
As the young man calmly walks toward his now-felled enemy, he cleans the
blood off of his knife on his pant leg, and puts it away with such dexterity it
can’t be known exactly where the sheath is hidden. 
“Today you
benefit from being last, sir,” says the young man as he sits on the ground by
the last man’s head. “Enough whimpering! You merely broke your ankle on my
bat.  I have no desire to take your
life,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “You will do
something for me.  To that end, I spare
you life.” His voice is calm yet direct, “You will tell whomever you work for
it was Jekyll who reduced these men to corpses.
You will tell him this and,” he takes a long, slow drag of his
cigarette, and continues, “you will tell them this, and you will tell them,
they do not wish to meet Hyde.  Do we
have a deal?” the last being more statement than question. 
The man,
believing he is being played, but not wanting to die, gives an exaggerated
nod.  The young man stands and begins
walking back to where he had been resting and calls out over his shoulder. 
“Belath, I guess
I’ll be staying a while longer,” once again speaking in the same shaky voice he
had spoken with earlier.

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Josh has had a knack for writing from a young age; mostly poetry.  The Demon Within is his debut novel and, according to Josh, nearly wrote itself.  He is a US Army veteran and has been deployed to the Balkans and Middle East.  He has been an IT professional for about a decade. 
Many of the events in The Demon Within were taken from Josh's life and "put through the fiction blender" as he puts it.  When pressed for more details, he said he couldn't give specifics for fear of "giving spoilers," but, he did say the book includes fictional spins on things ranging from childhood bullying to being placed in the Las Vegas foster care system.

He currently lives in Columbus OH with his family and is working on book two of his 'The Last War' series.

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