Whispers of Winter box set out #99cents #Romancecollections

If you love this time of year and like picking up new authors for a great price, check out this great multi-author collection. Get it for a limited time on all book stores for $0.99


Winter may be rolling in, but that doesn't mean your days and nights must be cold. 

Before you get snowed in, grab yourself a copy of this limited-edition collection. With heroes and heroines of all kinds, you'll be sure to find some that you just can't help but fall in love with. 

These romantic reads can be read as stand-alone stories. But, why would you want to do that? Read them all! Immerse yourself in this wintery ensemble from Romance Collections. 

This collection includes: 

Storm of Seduction (Gilpin County Search & Rescue 1.5) by Nicole Morgan
Will Lori's plan be the thing that brings her and Kevin together again?
The Gift by Stephanie Morris 
Sometimes love is the only gift you need
Luca's Little Christmas Cracker by Caitlyn Lynch 
Santa's sexy helper is all Luca wants for Christmas!
Finding Love by Krista Ames 
Sometimes the best things are found in awkward places...
The Great Fruitcake Bake-off by Vicki Batman 
It's love and war in the baking world.
Christmas Choices by Sharon Coady 
Which man can make this the best Christmas of her life?
Hot Coffee by Donna R. Mercer 
Everyone Needs A Little Cream in Their...
Nice Girl Naughty by Jan Springer 
Can Summer's bodyguard keep her safe from a serial killer?
Touchdown Dance by Carma Haley Shoemaker 
Dance was my first love. I'm counting on you to be my last.
Christmas Wishes by Livia Quinn 
Tis the Season for Second Chances
Tied Up In Tinsel by Amber Skyze 
Things can go awry when a dream fantasy turns into a nightmare.
Rent-a-Gentleman Two: Winter Sparks by Rebecca Fairfax 
A winter-spring relationship? No--more like winter sparks
Stranger in the Snow by Jane Blythe 
Trust a stranger with her life or risk it in a blizzard.
Resisting You by Suzanne Jenkins 
Kendall accepted a life without love until an unexpected visitor changed her mind.
Mistletoe Fantasies, Book 1 in the Pleasure Your Fantasies Series by Stacy Eaton 
Dancing pays the bills, but it's ruining her Christmas Fantasy.
A White Hot Christmas: Novella by Rene Webb 
Keeping warm has never been this hot!
A Wolf's Claim (The Holiday Ball Book 1) by Marie Mason 
Will fate and some blue pixie dust be enough to get these two lovers together?
Christmas Comes to Silver Falls (A BBW Holiday Romance) by Joann Baker & Patricia Mason 
When a long lost love rides into town, Christmas becomes even more complicated for Mayor Holly Bryant as she must choose between her responsibility as mayor or her heart.
Winter Encounter by Karen Cino

Freedom doesn't come free. Kicker by @GreyHoover about the China Burma Campaign is #Free now #VeteransDay

Freedom isn't Free. 

We didn't get it as a birthright except through the sacrifice and service of men and women every minute of the last two hundred and something years and going. 

In case you missed it, today is Veteran's Day. We should not forget even though it landed on Sunday this year that we will be off on Monday to pay tribute to the end of a war that was supposed to end all wars. All you have to do is google life in many other countries to realize we are starting to take our freedom for granted here. And our veterans. 

As I mention here in the veterans resources page and at the end of my books, it is NOT a cliche or a stadium moment that we owe our veterans for our freedom. In researching my Calloways of Rainbow Bayou series I found that many of the issues our vets and their families face are understated. They deserve and need our support though they don't ask for thanks. It do it because they love our country and believe in the freedoms our forefathers have sacrificed their lives for over the last few centuries.

My father served in what's known as the China Burma Campaign. I've always loved this picture of him and wanted to know more and now, a fellow author, Grey Hoover, has written a book about this period in history. This is an awesome tribute to soldiers who fought in that campaign. We must never forget and as our family members continue to fight for our freedom, it's our duty to support them and educate ourselves on what's happening in our world.

Our Freedom is NOT free. We can't take it for granted.

Get Grey's book Kicker #Free until the 13th. http://mybook.to/Kicker 


Excerpt:

18

April 4, 1944- Dinjan Airbase, India

 Sam and Bobby Joe were totally exhausted when they crawled into their charpoys. The harrowing events of the day had taken its toll on them physically and mentally. In spite of the heat and noise of the jungle, Sam felt the blessed relief of sleep approaching soon after his head hit the pillow. However, as he drifted off, a feeling of unease came over him. It was a feeling that something was wrong, not here in India, but at home. He didn’t know if he felt uneasy because he still hadn’t received mail from home or because of some unknown reason, but the feeling stayed with him until he finally succumbed to his exhaustion and slipped into a deep sleep. 

Thankfully, his slumber was not disturbed by his recurring nightmare, and he slept soundly until the wee hours of the morning when he suddenly awoke not knowing what had disturbed him. A light rain was falling outside, and except for an occasional flash of distant lightning, the basha was in total darkness. He lay very still, listening to the sounds around him. He strained his hearing, but no sound came except for the steady breathing of the sleeping men around him. After several minutes, he relaxed, thinking his imagination was playing tricks on him. He was almost asleep again when he thought he detected a faint unfamiliar sound coming from somewhere in the basha. Once again, he listened intently, not sure he had heard anything; but then he heard the sound again—only this time it seemed closer, and he was sure it came from within the basha. He couldn’t quite place the sound, but it seemed like something soft brushing against an object. He listened closely, but all was silent. None of the other men in the basha stirred, and after an extended period of silence, he relaxed once again in anticipation of sleep.

He was in that dreamy state just before slumber when he felt the presence of something or someone nearby. Once again, his senses came to full alert, and he made a conscious effort not to move. He listened carefully, bringing all his senses to bear. He could see or hear nothing, and yet he was sure something was there. He was startled when someone at the other end of the room moved, but then all was silent once again. He was lying on his back, so he slowly moved his head to the right and scanned the darkness. 

At first he saw nothing, but then attention was drawn to a slight movement at the foot of his bed. He couldn’t make out what it was. It appeared to be an undistinguishable shadow against the darker background of the room. As he watched, the shadow moved, and he held his breath as it silently glided along the side of his bed. There was no sound as it moved, and it slowly drew nearer and stopped near the head of his bed. He could tell that it was something large, but due to the extreme darkness, he was unable to see what it was. His instincts told him this was something dangerous and evil, and the hairs on the nape of his neck stood erect. At that moment, a distant flash of lightning faintly illuminated the scene, and in that instant of light, Sam could see the large form of a tiger standing beside him. 

The animal’s head was enormous. Its eyes, momentarily reflecting light from the faraway lightning, gave the beast an evil, devil-like appearance. This was death incarnate staring directly at him. 

Sam was frozen with fear, and his heart seemed to stop. His .45-caliber pistol hung on the wall not three feet away, and he cursed himself for not keeping it inside the mosquito netting with him. He knew the tiger could see that he was awake, and he feared any movement would cause it to attack. The animal stepped closer, and Sam could see its dim outline and smell its damp fur and the fetid odor of its breath. The tiger appeared to know its victim was helpless. The great beast took its time as it sniffed the mosquito netting as if testing its strength. Slowly it raised a huge paw and placed it against the puny impediment. The tiger’s claws caught in the netting, and with a mighty swipe, it ripped the flimsy material away from the bed.

R Grey Hoover is an Air Force veteran with a family tradition of military service that dates back to the American revolution. He wrote his book “Kicker the forgotten front” to honor his father and the other veterans of World War II who fought in the China-Burma-India (CBI) theatre.  During the war, the European and Pacific theatres got most of the supplies and media attention leaving the CBI theatre with the leftovers. Even in today’s media coverage of World War II the CBI theatre is never mentioned. The author’s book is an attempt to correct this gross oversight.

R Grey Hoover’s social media links:

Website https://rgreyh.wordpress.com/2018/11/09/2019-tribute-to-veterans/

Twitter https://twitter.com/rgreyhoover

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/rgrey.hoover

Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/rgreyhoover/

Below are some URLs you may use in our effort to remember our forgotten veterans.

https://twitter.com/rgreyhoover/status/1060713584811040769

https://twitter.com/rgreyhoover/status/1060713333278543872

https://wordpress.com/post/rgreyh.wordpress.com/98

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1399008100235758&set=a.564457733690803&type=3&theater

It's Jacquie Biggar's anniversary and you win, her Boxset is on #sale #romance #99cents

As Jacquie said on her blog, it's been four years since she started publishing so she's celebrating with a sale. And I can tell you this is a great box set. Sale goes through Sept 16th.

Four years ago her Tidal Fans series began with Nick and Sarah's story. 

(reblogged from Jacquie's blog )

"I can’t believe it’s been four years since the Wounded Hearts series began with Nick and Sarah’s story in Tidal Falls. The characters and plot-line grew into a seven book series– so far– and there’s more to come!"

The premise is set around a government cover up for a powerful cartel dealing in arms, drugs, and human trafficking.  A group of tough Navy SEALs get caught in the middle of a security breach and and become a threat to the operation. Retaliation is swift and changes the team’s trajectory forever.

Each book in the series follows a team member as they face a foe more dangerous than any they’ve encountered before. One who threatens newfound loves, their country, their very brotherhood.

Each book is a standalone romantic suspense, and while danger from the cartel is ever-present, the team and their friends face other obstacles as well.

Set in the small northwestern town of Tidal Falls, Washington, new alliances are formed, and romantic entanglements abound.

 The first four novels in the series are available in the Wounded Hearts- Love Conquers All box set for 0.99 pennies until Sept 16th.

Get your copy today!

Join the men and women of Tidal Falls as they learn love can conquer any odds 

HOT NEW adventure romance super bundle. Spice up your summer with 4 action-adventure romance stories set in the quaint little town of Tidal Falls, Washington, where all is not what it seems. 

Fall in love with your next book boyfriend! 

Sexy Navy SEALs, Sheriffs, mercenaries, and more. 

I have every book Jacquie's written and can attest to great romance, sexy strong heroes and exciting plots. You won't be disappointed.

Get Destiny Paramortals series by @liviaquinn now on all #ebook stores

Destiny now back on all e-retailers.

I have good news for my readers in Canada, the UK, Australia and other places around the world! I'm happy to announce that my readers can once again get my entire paranormal series on all ebook stores for Ibooks, Kobo, Nook and Kindle. 

Just between you and me, I tried the Amazon exclusive route for ninety days but I couldn't get past the idea that many of my readers who read on other readers than a kindle or purchase books on other stores besides Amazon, could no longer get my books. Having my books available to anyone who wants to read them is what matters to me most. This includes libraries and subscription services so check out all the links on my books page or see the links below for each of the six books in the series.

The Destiny Paramortals is the continuing saga of Sheriff Jack Lang and Tempest Pomeroy and the rest of Destiny as they grow into their Paramortal potential.

It all started with. . .

Storm Crazy

Former Navy pilot and police detective Jack Lang left Memphis hoping to leave big city life, crime, and his crazy ex behind. He discovered a small town called Destiny and figured this quiet, no drama town would be the perfect place to raise his teenage daughter. He must have been reading the description the Chamber published in the tourist brochures. See... Destiny has secrets and humans aren't privy to them, even their new top law enforcement officer, Sheriff Jack Lang.

Excerpt

“I’d really like to see you all dressed up.” Jack said. 

That surprised me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. “And then I’d like to peel it all off, one layer at a time.” That didn’t. My blood heated and my breath hitched on the next intake.

“Um, Houston, we have a problem.” I looked down, waving my arms.  “This is as close to dressy as I have in my closet.”

He looked away then eyebrow lifting, he turned back with a smile. “I, uh, took care of that. I hope you’re not offended. You can still say no, but I was hoping you’d agree. When I was in Aurora’s back room, I saw a dress, and when I thought about you in it…” he saw my expression change... “No, wait.” 

I really wasn’t okay just the way I was. He had to dress me up to make me look better. 

“That’s not what I meant, Sweetheart. As awesome as you are in shorts and ankle work boots and no makeup, I can only imagine you’d be the most beautiful woman at that ball all decked out.”

My jaw dropped. “Wow, you’re good. Does that silver tongue get twisted up very often?”

He looked serious and…hurt. “You should know me well enough to know when I’m serious, even if expressing it is new to me. Having a semi-normal person to care about in my life is…”

“Huh, you’d better shut up while you’re ahead.” I put my arms around his neck and smiled up at him. “Here's a tip. When you can’t say what you mean or you think you’ve screwed up, just kiss me. You do that really well.”

His mouth covered mine softly, thoughtfully, at first, and then he proved he was an expert at expressing himself with a kiss. His tongue swept into my mouth, dueling with mine, and I lost all track of where we were until a truck coasted by and some teenagers whooped. 

A voice called out, “Hey, isn’t that the girl’s basketball coach?” and someone whistled. “Way to go, Sheriff.”

He placed his chin against my forehead. I could feel the thrum of his heart beating in unison with mine. 

“So, about Saturday.” I said. “I’ve got this thing.” 

He leaned back looking down at me, the warmth in his eyes dimming. “Look—”

“It’s got to do with River.” 

I couldn’t say, I have it on good authority that there will be a Para-moon this weekend. I know you never heard of it, but that’s because you’ve never heard of Paramortals, and I can’t tell you because you not only wouldn’t want to take Cinderella to the ball, but you’d probably run freaking screaming if you even got a glimpse of me in Tempestaerie mode. 

I settled for, “I have a feeling if we don’t find my brother by next weekend, it’ll be too late.”

His gaze softened once again and he took my hand. “And I have one—call it a policeman’s instinct—that says we’re going to find him by then.” He wrapped his arms around me and I snuggled into his warm strength. The man was a rock. Nothing rattled him. 

Still, he was a human rock. 

“I’ve never been asked to a dance before,” I said. I desperately wanted to go.

He must have seen the longing on my face because he said, “I won’t go without you. The Mardi Gras ball is just an excuse to see you in that dress. If things don’t work out for us Saturday—we’ll make it another time, soon.”

He walked me to my truck. He leaned toward me and my eyes drifted shut, expecting another of those mind-numbing kisses but he tilted his head, looking off. “What’s that noise?”

I didn’t hear anything. 

“Is your truck running?” he asked, releasing me and walking to the back of my truck.

“No,” I said, curious. And then I heard it. “Er, Jack, it’s nothing—” I flushed.

“Well, it’s something. Sounds like it’s coming from inside that trash bag in the bed of your truck.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” My face colored. “Just some… things I bagged up the other night when I was house-cleaning.” And frustrated, I thought. I crossed my fingers that he'd let it go. 

He didn’t. He grinned at me, lifting the bag to his ear, pretending to try to deduce the evidence. Then his eyes glinted, holding a burning promise. “You might want to save those batteries. Toss everything else.” He set the bag down next to us in the pickup bed, still vibrating. 

“You won’t be needing it.”

Get the rest of the series on your favorite eStore here:

Cry Me a River        

Eve of Chaos          

Blame it On the Moon

Take These Broken Wings  

Blood Moon             

A don't pass it up #deal on @LiviaQuinn's Destiny Paramortals series

Yes! the entire series is on a Kindle countdown May 30- June 5th. If you've only picked up the first book in the series, now is the time to get the ones you've missed. It will be the only time you see all the books on sale at one time.

Books 1-5 are $0.99 this week and the newest release, Blood Moon is $2.99.

Get the links here. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07C7WDLD9

Here's the taste of the series in the blurb from the first book.

Destiny – is it Mayberry or Middle Earth?  Welcome to Destiny where vampires, dragons, shifters and a family of Djinn live along side humans.

Ages ago a pact was made between all the supernatural species to protect weaker creatures and the humans. Just don't tell the humans. 

My name is Tempest Pomeroy, and my human job is delivering the mail in Destiny, Louisiana. I’m also a Paramortal like my family, or I’m supposed to be. If I didn’t have a few little talents, I’d think I was adopted. It’s just two weeks until Mardi Gras, and I’m having a bad day. That’s like saying Katrina dropped a little rain on the Gulf Coast.

First, River’s amphora went missing—that’s genie bottle to you mere-mortals—and on my first delivery, a handsome scantily clad doctor triggered some sort of hallucination, with just a touch. Pheromones? Then, one of my customers had a stroke while reading me the riot act over a piece of mail, but I saved the old grouch with a zap of my Zeus juice! It was the first time I’d actually called my power on purpose, and Destiny’s hunky new sheriff almost saw me use my magic—big no-no—when he responded to the call. 

He showed up again when the local florist filed a complaint against me for dropping a seventy-five pound box on his foot. Yeah, I did it, but it was kind of an accident. He put his hand where it didn’t belong and my fingers… sorta... slipped. 

Then, if you can believe it, things got worse. I discovered a dead body in the clubhouse and rescued my brother’s amphora from a locker, bashing it in with a Greg Norman wedge. And who showed up again? You guessed it.

I’ve denied my heritage for too long. Now, my brother is missing, my mother’s out of pocket as usual, and the sheriff and my ex-lover are squaring off like yard dogs staking a claim over a poodle. I am no one’s poodle. Is it any wonder I’m calling this the worst M.A.L.E day of my life? My friend Aurora says all the chaos is a sign of my quickening Tempestaerie power, and more changes are on the wind. 

Oh, and the sheriff? He thought he’d settled in a normal small safe town to raise his teenage daughter—like Mayberry?! We’ll see how that turns out… Things better settle down soon, or our former Navy pilot sheriff is going to take the first F-18 out of Middle Earth. 

Enter Destiny. You won't want to leave.

Warning: If you’re looking for standalones, the Destiny Paramortals series is not for you. This is a series with recurring characters on their Paramortal journey. They get their HEAs, but not in book 1. You’ll find dragons, sexy shifters, vampires, tempestaeries and djinn and other Paramortals with surprises at every turn. Emotional, quirky and fun. 

Read them in order.

Storm Crazy

Cry Me a River

Eve of Chaos

Blame it on the Moon

Take these Broken Wings

Blood Moon

Coming this winter, book 7, Destiny's Child (tentative title)

Thanks for reading. I hope you'll return to see what I'm up to. I have exciting news for later this year!!!

Livia