Celebrity Roast: Debra Anastasia for Fire Down Below

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who-farted disgustWHAT IS THAT STENCH? I HOPE IT’S NOT ME!!!



Dove Glitch is embarrassed about everything above her knees and below her belly button. When she has to fill a delicate, embarrassing prescription the last thing she needs is a sexy-as-hell temporary pharmacist at the counter.

Johnson Fitzwell’s first day of his dream career also happens to coincide with the exact moment Dove needs her UTI meds filled. His glorious voice is way too loud. Like he should be counting down the hits with Ryan Seacrest kind of loud. Due to Johnson’s sexy face and gorgeous jaw line, Dove finds herself stupidly asking for a vagina-scented cream in her waking nightmare.

She falls for him, how could she not? The only active goal Dove has now is to get Johnson to kiss her right on the lips. Either set. Johnson’s horrible girlfriend is one of many obstacles preventing that fabulous reality from taking shape. When Dove defends Johnson in the most disgusting way in the center of a crowded restaurant, their tender, slightly tantric relationship is of to a galloping, farting start.

Each print copy of this book will be dipped in Holy Water by my mom and glared at with pursed lips by my father. Neither thing will help. Slap on your rubber gloves, turn to the left and cough. It’s time to fill your prescription. Anally.

Fire Down Below is book 1 in the Gynazule Series.



(A trip to the pharmacy)

Mr. Fitzwell squinted as if he could turn her volume up by making his eyes smaller. “I’m not sure. Are you allergic to any types of VAGINAL medicines?”


Dove’s mouth started talking before her head could shut her up, “Uh…I need to use very gentle soaps because I have sensitive… parts.” Her voice was getting higher and higher.


Mr. Fitzwell looked as professional as a brain surgeon. He clearly wanted her to have the correct information. There were definitely stifled chuckles behind her now. Dove was pretty sure her ass was blushing as well. The crack was sweating all on its own, like it was on a super high diving board about to jump.


“Ok, Ms. Glitch GYNAZULE is not a soap. It will not work if you put it in and then rinse it off in the shower.” He began patting the prescription paper to emphasize his words.


Oh God. We’re talking about me being naked, in the shower with cooter cream. Please world end. Kill me.


“I know it’s not soap. I just… if it’s scented… I can’t do scented. Flowers and stuff like that. Fruit flavored soaps make… things… burnish.” She could tell from the peeks at his face Mr. Fitzwell had never stepped foot in bath and lotion store and wanted to try the array of fun fragrances. Nor had he purchased Peppermint Candy shower gel, foamed up his nether regions and felt like he had dipped them in lava. Dove crossed and uncrossed her legs at the memory.


Mr. Fitzwell seemed concerned. “Okay, just a heads up. It’s definitely not good to put any fruits or plant life near your genitals.” He made a ‘V’ with his two hands and formed his own pretend vagina in front of his pants.


Dove covered her eyes and tried to defend herself, because now she heard the sickly older woman beating her supporters with a purse.


Dove’s mumbling got louder with her embarrassment. “I don’t put weird things down… there. Just make sure that the cream’s vagina-scented. Just plain. For vaginas.” She kept her eyes on the counter.


Stop saying “vagina” you screaming asshole.


DEAR. GOD. HELP ME. JOHNSON FITZWELL. “JOHNSON. FITS. WELL.” REALLY, DEBRA? *pinches bridge of nose and fights off screaming headache*











Fire Down Below Dove twitterDove Glitch is the most waffle-minded heroine I’ve ever read. She has no gumption for real life success, she posts slutty tweets to Twitter under a pen name and chats up strange men for fun, and she has very little in the way of respectable aspirations. She runs a merry-go-round for Pete’s sake. There really is a Twitter account and she has 349 followers. I have 729 followers. How unjust. Proves that some men are thinking with the wrong head!


Fire Down Below Johnson twitterIf this is not bad enough, Dove develops a crush on Johnson Fitzwell, the most boring Leading Male Character ever constructed. He’s nice. And bland. BORING!!! Plus, he understands no social cues and broadcasts the pharmacy customers’ dirty health secrets in his BOOMING voice for all to hear. *shudders* And the blighter has 450 followers on Twitter. *screams!!!*


His rival for Dove’s affections is a farting exhibitionist named Duke. He is disgusting. And by the end of the book, I liked him better than Johnson. That should tell you plenty!

Not only did Debra Anastasia write this book, she inserted herself and her husband as CHARACTERS. Imagine my horror: the Anastasias are pussycat-thieving porn poseurs. Did she have her husband’s permission for this? They steal other people’s cats!!!

And WORSE, she stole two characters from a mutual author friend.

Stephen James Hendry as HaydenTiger Kitten disgustThis is Tiger Kitten, after meeting Mr. and Mrs. Pervert and Dove’s cat, Steve.




dirty cat disgustThis is Steve. Need I say more?


Debra, if you let him hump TK and knock her up, I’m gonna go postal all over your ass.



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Review: The Deal by Elle Kennedy

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She’s about to make a deal with the college bad boy…


Hannah Wells has finally found someone who turns her on. But while she might be confident in every other area of her life, she’s carting around a full set of baggage when it comes to sex and seduction. If she wants to get her crush’s attention, she’ll have to step out of her comfort zone and make him take notice…even if it means tutoring the annoying, childish, cocky captain of the hockey team in exchange for a pretend date.


…and it’s going to be oh so good


All Garrett Graham has ever wanted is to play professional hockey after graduation, but his plummeting GPA is threatening everything he’s worked so hard for. If helping a sarcastic brunette make another guy jealous will help him secure his position on the team, he’s all for it. But when one unexpected kiss leads to the wildest sex of both their lives, it doesn’t take long for Garrett to realize that pretend isn’t going to cut it. Now he just has to convince Hannah that the man she wants looks a lot like him.


One of the best things about this book is that Garrett is not some dumb jock. In fact, he has an A average and is having difficulty with one particular course. So, he begs Hannah –one of the few students in the class who’s managing to get good marks- to help him out. She is underwhelmed by his attitude. Somehow, she relents and agrees to tutor “the jerk”. But it comes out that he isn’t such a jerk. I totally loved that.


The other thing I truly love about this book is the dialogue. Some sports novels use the lingo particular to the sport, but it feels stilted. All sorts of hockey-based expressions are used here, but the dialogue is smooth and natural. Beautifully done. Also, Garrett really sounds like a guy. I’ll be eagerly anticipating the next book in this series. Five stars.







“Hannah and Garrett are funny, relatable, and their chemistry on the page is palpable enough to linger off of it. The Deal reminds me of all the reasons I love romance. Two capable, yet flawed people realize that living without the other is worse than anything else life can throw at them. I highly recommend it to fans of Easy by Tammara Webber or The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan. It’ll make you laugh, maybe even tear up, but most of all leave you with that warm good book feeling at the end.”
– Jane Litte, Dear Author ​


Elle Kennedy engages your senses from the very first sentence! Both deliciously steamy and heart-achingly tender, the Deal is an absolute winner!

NYT Best Selling Author Katy Evans​



Thirty minutes before my shift ends, I find Garrett Graham in one of my booths.


Does this guy ever give up?

I have no desire to go over there and serve him, but I don’t have much of a choice. Lisa, the other waitress on duty, is busy tending to a group of faculty members at a table across the room, and my boss Della is behind the baby-blue Formica counter dishing out slices of pecan pie to three freshman girls sitting on the tall swivel stools.

I set my jaw and march up to Garrett, making my displeasure obvious as I meet his
twinkling gray eyes. He runs a hand through his cropped dark hair and flashes a lopsided grin.

“Hey there, Hannah. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Yeah, fancy,” I mutter, yanking my order pad out of my apron pocket. “What can I get you?”

“A tutor.”

“Sorry, that’s not on the menu.” I smile sweetly. “We serve really good pecan pie, though.”

“You know what I did last night?” he says without acknowledging the sarcasm.

“Yep. You were text stalking me.”

He rolls his eyes. “Before that, I mean.”

I pretend to think it over. “Um…you hooked up with a cheerleader? No, you hooked up with the girls’ hockey team. No, wait, they’re probably not ditzy enough for you. I stick with my original guess—cheerleader.”

“Sorority sister, actually,” he says smugly. “But I’m talking about what I did before that.” He raises one dark eyebrow. “But I’m very intrigued by your interest in my sex life. I can give you details about that another time if you want.”

“I don’t.”

“Another time,” he echoes in a dismissive tone, folding his hands on the blue-and-white-checkered tablecloth. He’s got big hands with long fingers, short nails, and knuckles that are slightly red and cracked. I wonder if he’s been in a fight recently, but then I realize the busted-up knuckles are probably a hockey player thing.

“I was at study group yesterday,” he informs me. “There were eight other people there, and you know what the highest mark in the group was?” He blurts out the answer before I can hazard a guess. “C-plus. And our combined average was a D. How am I supposed to pass this makeup if I’m studying with people who are as dumb as I am? I need you, Wellsy.”

Wellsy? Is that a nickname? And how on earth does he know that my last name is Wells?

I never told—argh. Damn sign-up sheet.

Garrett notices my surprised look and cocks his brows again. “I learned a lot about you in study group. Got your number, your full name, even found out where you work.”

“Congratulations, you really are a stalker.”

“Nope, just thorough. I like to know what I’m up against.”

“Jesus Harold Christ! I’m not tutoring you, okay? Go bug somebody else.” I point at the menu in front of him. “Are you ordering? Because if not, then please go away and let me do my job in peace.”

“Jesus Harold Christ?” Garrett snickers before picking up the laminated menu and giving it a cursory glance. “I’ll have a turkey club.” He sets the menu down, then reaches for it again.

“And a bacon double cheeseburger. Just the burger, no fries. Actually, I changed my mind—yes to the fries. Oh, and a side order of onion rings.”

My jaw almost hits the floor. “You’re seriously going to eat all that?”

He grins. “Of course. I’m a growing boy.”

Boy? Nuh-uh. I’m only noticing it now—probably because I’ve been too distracted by
how insufferable he is—but Garrett Graham is all man. There’s nothing boyish about him, not his chiseled good looks or his tall frame or that ripped chest of his, which suddenly flashes to mind as I remember the picture he sent me.

“I’ll also take a slice of that pecan pie and a Dr. Pepper to drink. Oh, and some tutoring.”

“Not on the menu,” I say cheerfully. “But the rest is coming right up.”

Before he can argue, I abandon his booth and head to the back counter to place his order with Julio, our night cook. A nanosecond later, Lisa rushes over and addresses me in a hushed voice. “Oh my God. You know who that is, right?”


“It’s Garrett Graham.”

“I know,” I answer dryly. “That’s why I said yep.”

Lisa looks outraged. “What is wrong with you? Why aren’t you freaking out right now? Garrett Graham is sitting in your booth. He talked to you.”

“Holy shit, he did? I mean, his lips were moving, but I didn’t realize he was talking.”

I roll my eyes and walk over to the drink station to pour Garrett’s drink. I don’t look his way, but I can feel those smoky gray eyes following my every movement. He’s probably sending ​telepathic orders for me to tutor him. Well, too bad for him. There’s no way I’m wasting the little spare time I have on a college hockey player who thinks he’s a rock star.

Lisa trails after me, oblivious to my sarcasm and still gushing about Graham. “He’s so gorgeous. Like unbelievably gorgeous.” Her voice lowers to a whisper. “And I hear he’s amazing in bed.”

I snort. “He probably started that rumor himself.”

“No, Samantha Richardson told me. She hooked up with him last year at the Theta
kegger. Said it was the best sex of her life.”

I have no response, because I couldn’t care less about the sex life of some girl I don’t
even know. Instead, I shrug and hold out the Dr. Pepper. “You know what? Why don’t you take his booth?”

The way Lisa gasps, you’d think I just handed her a check for five million dollars. “Are you sure?”

“Yep. He’s all yours.”

“Oh my God.” She takes a step forward as if she’s going to hug me, but then her gaze
darts to Garrett and she appears to have second thoughts about broadcasting her terribly unwarranted joy. “I owe you so big for this, Han.”

I want to tell her that she’s actually doing me the favor, but she’s already dashing toward the booth to wait on her prince. I watch in amusement as Garrett’s expression clouds over at Lisa’s approach. He picks up the glass she sets in front of him, then meets my gaze and slants his head. As if to say, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.




Elle KennedyA USA Today bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.

Elle currently publishes with Signet Eclipse, Harlequin Romantic Suspense, Samhain Publishing and Entangled Brazen. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!



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Character Interview: Pros and Cons by Sydney Logan

























Con artists Jenna York and Ethan Summers always seem to cross paths during their travels around the world. With their partners in tow, the cunning criminals wreak havoc across the globe, stealing from the rich and giving to the richer. While Jenna tries to convince herself that she sees him as nothing more than a professional rival, Ethan finds it a little harder to fight his attraction to the beautiful thief.

When tragedy strikes, Jenna and Ethan join forces, but are the stakes too high? Can they escape this last job with their lives—and their hearts—intact?



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Character Interview: Ethan

We have Ethan Summers visiting with us today. Ethan does not have a… typical career. When meeting new people, how would you describe yourself, Ethan?

It depends on the people and the situation. If I’m working, I’m professional with associates and charming with the people I’m trying to con. There’s an art to this, and Coop and I are good at it. So are Jenna and Abby, unfortunately.

You’ve spent a good portion of your life running cons. How did you get into that?

After I dropped out of college, my parents cut me off financially. I found a job at a local sports bar. There was a casino in the back, and Coop was one of the blackjack dealers. He wouldn’t ripoff the regulars, but we’d get the occasional out-of-town businessman who thought the little hole-in-the-wall casino was his for the taking. Coop would rob him blind. It was fascinating to watch. He taught me how to count cards and it sort of just snowballed from there. We started small—card counting and pool hustling—but we eventually moved to the city. That’s when we really started making a name for ourselves.

Where is your favourite place?

I have a house in the mountains of Tennessee. Totally secluded. The only people who’ve ever seen it are my pilot, Gabe, and my housekeeper and her husband. Their names are Minnie and Joe, and they take care of the house when I’m away. It’s the one place I can totally chill and be myself.

Do you think you’ll ever stop conning?

I don’t know. I’m really good at it, and I take a lot of pride in my work—even if it’s illegal. The only thing that could convince me to stop is if someone I cared about was in danger because of my actions.

Tell us about Jenna.

Jenna York is my biggest rival. Wicked smart and immensely talented. She and I have this weird, palpable chemistry that I’m more than willing to explore. She needs more convincing. I’ll wear her down eventually. She’s also the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Don’t tell her I said that, though.


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SydneyAmazon bestselling author Sydney Logan holds a Master’s degree in Elementary Education. She is the author of three novels – Lessons Learned, Mountain Charm, and Soldier On. Sydney has also penned four short stories and is a contributor to Chicken Soup for the Soul.

A native of East Tennessee, Sydney enjoys playing piano and relaxing on her porch with her wonderful husband and their very spoiled cat.

Website: http://www.sydneylogan.com/

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Exposure is a contemporary romance co-authored by husband and wife writing team, Morgan & Jennifer Locklear. The book was published by Omnific Publishing in June 2014 and has also recently been made available via the Simon & Schuster website:http://books.simonandschuster.com/Exposure/Morgan-Locklear/9781623421229

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Publicist Shaunna Noble is no stranger to the ego-filled dysfunction of Hollywood’s elite, but is she ready for her two biggest clients to turn into her worst nightmare?

Kyle Petersen and Michelle Cooper are Hollywood royalty, everyone’s favorite celebrity couple, but while on location filming their new summer blockbuster, Kyle ambushes his wife with divorce papers and orders Shaunna to destroy Michelle in the media. Unwilling to comply, Shaunna spectacularly and publicly quits her job, humiliating Kyle in the process.

David Quinn, a struggling actor cast alongside the A-listers, is caught in the crossfire. When pictures surface of David and Michelle out on the town, media and fans rush to crown them Hollywood’s new hot couple. Kyle explodes, tensions boil over, and everyone’s lives and careers are thrown into jeopardy.

So what’s a publicist to do? Especially when Shaunna finds herself falling in love with the sexy and talented David. Can she put out fires on the set while keeping the flames burning in the bedroom?

Love, lies and passion. What happens when the naked truth is exposed?


Morgan and Jennifer Locklear met in 1989 as teenagers and became high school sweethearts.  They have been married since 1995 and live in the Pacific Northwest region of the United States with their two children, a son and daughter.

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Cover Reveal: The Deal by Elle Kennedy

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She’s about to make a deal with the college bad boy…

Hannah Wells has finally found someone who turns her on. But while she might be confident in every other area of her life, she’s carting around a full set of baggage when it comes to sex and seduction. If she wants to get her crush’s attention, she’ll have to step out of her comfort zone and make him take notice…even if it means tutoring the annoying, childish, cocky captain of the hockey team in exchange for a pretend date.

…and it’s going to be oh so good.

All Garrett Graham has ever wanted is to play professional hockey after graduation, but his plummeting GPA is threatening everything he’s worked so hard for. If helping a sarcastic brunette make another guy jealous will help him secure his position on the team, he’s all for it. But when one unexpected kiss leads to the wildest sex of both their lives, it doesn’t take long for Garrett to realize that pretend isn’t going to cut it. Now he just has to convince Hannah that the man she wants looks a lot like him.


Release date: 2/24/15 (pre-order links to come soon)


“Hannah and Garrett are funny, relatable, and their chemistry on the page is palpable enough to linger off of it. The Deal reminds me of all the reasons I love romance. Two capable, yet flawed people realize that living without the other is worse than anything else life can throw at them. I highly recommend it to fans of Easy by Tammara Webber or The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan. It’ll make you laugh, maybe even tear up, but most of all leave you with that warm good book feeling at the end.” -Jane Litte, Dear Author

Romance. The most adorable couple. The banter – omg the banter. The romance. The friends. The flirtation. The smiles it gave me. -Mandi, SmexyBooks

Elle Kennedy engages your senses from the very first sentence! Both deliciously steamy and heart-achingly tender, the Deal is an absolute winner! ​-NYT Best Selling author Katy Evans

Elle has masterfully captured the feelings, the romance and the unbridled sexiness of the New Adult genre with this book! You will swoon for Garrett!  –Alice Clayton, NYT Best Selling author of WALLBANGER


Character Interview: Emily ~Maybe by Amber L Johnson


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Release Date: February 12 , 2015
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General / Contemporary / Erotica
ISBN e-book: 978-1-61213-371-3
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Emily Portman loves her job. A writer for Breakout! Magazine, she shadows and showcases up-and-coming bands. When her next assignment takes her to Austin, Texas, she can’t wait to add the city to her map of places she’s visited. Places she’s left without looking back. Her plan is to keep moving on, and the last thing she needs is a man holding her back. She’s not going down that road again.

Tyler Macy is stuck in a rut. Despite his exceptional talent as a musician, he has chosen to take a backseat with his music and let others grab the limelight. Wounded and mistrustful, he doesn’t appreciate his friends’ efforts to bring him back to center stage. Emily comes onto the scene and sees his full potential, but he fights to stay in the shadows, shutting her out before she can add to the scars another woman gave him.

For Tyler to find his music again, he needs to accept the help that Emily and their friends offer. When he discovers that his muse lies underneath Emily’s skin, it is still not enough to keep her from walking away. Neither will admit what they really want until it is too late.

Emily is once again thrown in Tyler’s path when she is assigned to join them on tour. Despite the pain in his past, Tyler sees that she is worth it, even if she’s stolen both his heart and peace of mind. In order for them to be together, they both must discover whether the music and their passion are enough to overcome the obstacles that separate them.

Maybe finding love is worth the risk.



Welcome, Emily!


I went to music college many years ago, so like you, I’m accustomed to the personalities of artists (although my sphere was chiefly classical while yours is rock and roll). Musical circles are very eclectic. What’s it like dealing with rockers?

It really depends on the type, I suppose. I usually get to be with them before they become the next big thing, Before fame settles in. That’s not to say that ego isn’t a huge factor with each band I’ve been with. But there’s not a box that I could put all of them in. Of course I’ve seen my fair share of big heads and drunk groupies backstage. But I’ve also seen quite a few small bands make it relatively big and they’ve just been in awe of the experience.

Sometimes during a show, things happen backstage that are so unglamorous –contrary to public perception- that for years afterward, you still say to yourself, “I can’t believe that happened!” One time, I was standing backstage with other cast members. Onstage, a death was being enacted. It was so quiet in the house you could have heard a pin drop. We had a performer who was quite a large man. He’d been sitting in a wooden chair with arms for much of the scene, waiting for his cue. When he stood up, the chair was stuck to him. It crashed to the ground and probably everyone in the theater jumped. One of our performers slapped his hand over his mouth and bee-lined for the green room. He didn’t wait for the door to shut before braying laughter like a goat, so the whole audience heard.

 The rest of us, backstage, were biting our tongues not to laugh. The musical director was (of course) in the pit and the director of the show was out in the audience. They were so ticked that we heard about it for ages, but nobody would snitch. Do you have an experience like that, that has stayed with you?

 One of the younger bands I was shadowing had a show where a record exec was in the audience. The lead singer had practically burned a hole in the carpet for the last half hour before they were supposed to go onstage. And when they were called out, he took the stage with the biggest hard-on. I was impressed, actually. Performed the entire first song with his zipper tented.

Hahahah! Poor dude. Or not. He probably got a lot of cred for that. Your work for a recording label scouting for bands. How does one get hired for that job?

Hard work? Lots of begging? Just kidding. I was in the right place at the right time after I graduated. But I’ve always known what I wanted. So I went for it and hoped they’d take a chance on me.

Cool. Now, on a more serious note, one of the people in the band in Maybe becomes a drug addict. I was reading a different book about a band and the author described cocaine as a drug that people used casually and that nobody considered its use a big risk. When I was in music (admittedly, I’m ancient), the harshest drug I came across was coke and most people didn’t take anything stronger than marijuana, hash or acid. I was shocked when this author implied that cocaine is not a dangerous drug and can be used casually. Would you say that’s common thinking now?

My boss used to tell me that coke was an 80’s drug, but I don’t quite believe that. But I think heroin and meth? Those would be considered the coke of today. But very few people I have known past and present have used coke casually.

How prevalent is drug use in the music scene? Is it as rampant and open as people imagine, or can people who object to it easily avoid it?

I’ve seen firsthand that it can be avoided if you want to bad enough. I’ve seen enough to know that there are musicians who think that the rock star lifestyle is just a given. You play guitar? You trash hotel rooms and snort lines off of groupies’ asses. But there are select few who are in it for the love of music and that’s what they want. To play music.

Band groupies: I used to know a girl who followed a band all over North America. Pretty much every live performance recording available on Youtube for that band can be attributed to her. The band is no longer together and people are grateful (she did all the fans a service). But generally, there isn’t much respect for groupies. What would you say to a young person who wants to “follow the band”?

I guess the question is: why are you following the band? Because you want to be at every single show and be in that moment in the crowd? Or is it because you want recognition from the band or other people? Are you just there to get backstage?

Is there a favourite tour that you’ve been on where everything just went beautifully or is there always a fly in the ointment?

There is no such thing as perfection. That’s what makes life worth living. Wouldn’t you agree?

Indeed. Favourite artists or bands:

Currently? Milky Chance just announced their 2015 tour and I’m excited to get to see them live. Tyler would kill me if I didn’t mention The Badger. I mean, obviously, they’re a given. And I’m always obsessed with A Day to Remember. But don’t ever tell Tyler I said I like that latest Taylor Swift song. If you do then he’ll be really shitty about the entire thing and I’ll have to tell you that I caught him singing One Direction the other day.

My lips are sealed. Thanks for visiting today. 🙂


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Maybe-3D-Book-Stack-1Walking toward him is like trudging through the deepest mud, but I hold my head high, my hands in my pockets and strides long. When I’m less than a foot away, his head turns toward me without lifting his chin, and he looks up from under his brows. The white smoke from his cigarette causes his eyes to nearly close before he pulls it from his lips and exhales upward into the air.

I’m struck by how incredibly handsome he is in black wool and new jeans. I want to know if his skin feels hot under his clothes and if his back feels the same when I scratch fingernails across his spine. My fists clench in my coat pockets at the thought. This is going to be so much harder than I’d been prepared for.

AuthPhotA true child of music, Amber’s parents surrounded her with the loudest beats they could find, molding her into a girl who found inspiration and meaning in lyrics and chords. Raised on John Hughes movies, Luck Dragons, and pirate ships, she dreamed of love and adventure. When Amber began to create her own world, she envisioned a place where Happy Ever Afters do exist. Since then, she has authored several romance novels, all of which focus on songs and the way they can touch people’s lives. Music may not be able to fix a broken heart, but it can provide one hell of a soundtrack for healing.A full-time wife and mother with a full-time job, Amber finds her muse in everyday life and the people who bring her inspiration.

Be sure to look for her other book!





Praise for Maybe
“The characters are fun, likable, and well done. It’s such a feel good story with a wonderful romance. Honestly, if you want a good, easy read with a cast of characters that will make you laugh and cry, and a romance that will sweep you off your feet then give this book a read. You won’t regret it. ” – Jennifer


Tour, Review & FB Party: Starcrossed ~Suzanne Carroll


From now till 08 February, Starcrossed by Suzanne Carroll, will be on sale for 99 cents. Join the Facebook Party on February 7th and win great prizes!


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GENRE: Young Adult Romance


COVER DESIGN: Manuela Cardiga



Fish and chips on the pier.  Art.  Music.  Moonlit walks along the beach.  For the busker and the art student it’s the perfect summer romance. Until it ends suddenly with a savage thunderstorm.

A heartbroken Georgia thinks she’ll never see Tom again.  But Tom doesn’t give up easily and months later they find each other in the most unexpected place…

In the days before search engines and social networks, what lengths would you go to, to find the love you lost?



Whenever I read a novella like this –that stands as a complete, thoroughly-developed story- I’m delighted. Nothing is missing from the plot, setting or characterization to cheat the reader of a rich experience. The subject matter is so appealing. Georgia and Tom experience first love, then a frustrating, long-term separation. Do they find each other again? Does their relationship last? What happened to them? It’s a mystery.


We meet Georgia at the age of 43, when she’s the mother of three teens. One of the things I truly enjoyed was her interaction with her husband. Each is still supportive of the other’s interests and goals after a lot of years together. In very few words, an admirable marriage is presented.


It’s pretty cool when all that gets delivered in a mere 70 pages. I highly recommend Suzanne Carroll’s books. Oh, and I hear the Facebook Party’s going to be a lot of fun. Hope I’ll see you there!


Five stars.


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It was one of those days.
The traffic was impossible and the weather miserable, all grey skies and a drizzle that reflected Georgia’s mood. The afternoon’s meeting had gone on way too long; the clients wanted to change the floor plan again, she’d have to re-do all the drawings, completely re-work the kitchen, and the Project Manager had brought the deadline forward a week.  But right now Georgia didn’t want to think about all that.  All she wanted was to get home, and find a few minutes to have a glass of wine, and put on some music.  Mozart, she thought, would be nice.
            The endless line of red tail lights gradually broke up and the roads cleared as she finally made her way out of the city, and deep into the suburbs of London.  The train would have been so much quicker. Some days, having a designated parking space at the office didn’t seem worth it.  But a little while later, Georgia smiled and her body began to relax as she pulled into her driveway and switched off the engine.  Leaning back against the headrest, she took a moment, breathing and deep. She let her mind wander, taking her away from meeting rooms and peak hour gridlock, down a different path.  Her thoughts led her back to the art exhibition she’d snuck out to see during yesterday’s stolen lunch break and she smiled as she revisited that precious half hour of luminous colour and subtle shadows in the small gallery next to the wine bar.  And that took her to thoughts of her old easel, tucked away in the attic, collecting dust.  It had been so long since she’d painted anything except her fingernails…
Georgia stared down at her perfectly manicured hands and remembered when they used to wear smudges of oils and inks.  Back in the days when her auburn hair was long, and her skirts were short.  Now it was the other way round.  Though her sapphire eyes still held the fire they had always had.
Georgia’s thoughts scattered, and she looked up quickly. The front door was open and Sophie stood on the top step with her panic face on, twisting her dark curls with one hand, laptop clutched to her chest with the other.  “Mum, help! I need you!”
Georgia sighed and climbed out of the car, bracing herself for whatever new drama had befallen her teenage daughter.
“What’s up, sweetheart?”  She kissed Sophie’s forehead before hanging up her coat and dropping her bag onto the hall stand.  “Something happen at school?” 
“You were alive before the internet, right?”
Georgia bit back a smile.  “It wasn’t that long ago, Soph.”  Although, Georgia knew that, at forty-three, she probably seemed almost elderly to her seventeen-year-old daughter.  “Why?  What’s happ…”
“You’re not going to believe what my English teacher, Mr Gormsby, has done,” Sophie interrupted, then paused, taking a deep breath before announcing, “He’s set us an assignment and we’re not allowed to use or refer to the internet or social media, at all.  In any capacity.  Apparently, according to him, my generation is too dependent on search engines and social networking, can you believe it?”
Actually, Georgia could believe it.  Sophie’s head was almost permanently bent over her phone or laptop and it was the same with her brothers, Alec and Max. Though this afternoon it sounded like the fifteen-year-old twins had their video games fired up; the faint sounds of a zombie apocalypse floated down from upstairs. But Georgia kept her traitorous opinion to herself and hid another smile before calling out hello to her sons and asking if they’d had a good day.  They called hello back, and yes they had.  Then Georgia suggested she and Sophie go to the kitchen for a cup of tea and a chat.  Mozart and wine would have to wait. 
While Georgia filled the kettle and got out the mugs and teabags, Sophie pulled up a stool and set her laptop and her phone on the counter, glaring at them like they’d offended her somehow. “You know,” Georgia said,  “Your father and I survived school and university without the internet.  It’s not that hard.”
“Oh!  I nearly forgot.”  Sophie looked up suddenly and glanced at the phone on the wall.  “Dad called a while ago.  He’s going to be late tonight, but he’ll pick up a curry for dinner on the way.”
Georgia paused at the fridge, milk carton in her hand, and wondered why her husband had rung the home number, and not her mobile like he usually would.  “Did he say why he’ll be late?”
“Something about…I can’t remember. Picking something up?”
“Something apart from the curry?”
 “I think so.  I don’t know.  Maybe.”
“Sophie…” Georgia shook her head as she moved to the counter and splashed a small amount of milk into each cup.  “How hard is it to take down a simple message?”
“It’s not my fault he was so vague.  If it was important he would have texted.”
 Georgia rolled her eyes.  That was the way with Sophie; if it wasn’t in a text, it wasn’t worth remembering.  Mr Gormsby definitely had a point.  “What’s the assignment about?” Georgia asked.  Her question was answered with another dramatic sigh.
“Short essay on popular culture in modern fiction.”
“Without using the internet for research?  That shouldn’t be too diffi…”
Sophie held her hand up sharply.  “Wait, that’s not all.  We also have to write a short story about searching for something and it has to be set before 1995, so the characters can’t turn to the internet for help. No Google, no Facebook, no Twitter.”
“Searching without search engines, huh?  Actually, that sounds like fun.  And you like writing, you’re good at it.”
Sophie groaned and rubbed her hands over her face.  “I know but this is…ugh.  Jenn’s doing a detective piece.  Rex is writing about someone looking for their birth parents and I have no clue what to do.”
Georgia chuckled as she passed Sophie a steaming cup and stirred some sugar into her own.  “And I suppose that’s where I come in?”
Sophie gave her a hopeful smile.  “Yes, please,” she said eagerly.  “Tell me what it was like before the internet. Did you ever have to search for something?  Or someone?”
Georgia stopped stirring.  Goosebumps prickled her skin as memories began to stir, taking her back over twenty years, to a boy on a beach. She wondered how different things might have been, if they’d had smart phones and Facebook back then.
“Actually, I did try to find someone, once,” she said quietly, staring down at her tea. Even now, her heart fluttered as she remembered.  “But my search started with a necklace.  And a TV talent show.”
            Sophie’s eyes widened, and she leaned forward. “Oh my God, really?  Who were you searching for?”
            “A boy.”  Georgia hesitated a little.  “He…he was called TJ.”
            “TJ.”  Sophie tried out the name.  “Who was he?  What necklace?  What show?”
            “It’s a long story.  And you’d have to turn your phone off while I tell you.”
            Sophie’s face reflected a brief internal struggle, but she did as her mother asked.  “Okay, phone’s off, and I’m listening,” she said.  “When was this?”
            “In 1991.  It started on a Sunday night, when I was supposed to be studying…”



SUZANNE CARROLL- WDA PHOTOSuzanne lives in Sydney with her husband and children.  By day she works in an office where she quietly scribbles story ideas on yellow sticky notes and hopes they don’t accidentally end up on the departmental monthly report.  After hours she enjoys time with her family, and tries to turn those sticky notes into something readable.


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Review and Excerpt: Absolute Beginners by SJ Hooks

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Professor Stephen Worthington’s life makes perfect sense. He teaches classes on Tuesdays and Fridays. He has dinners with his parents on the weekend. He goes to the gym with his comically crass stepbrother, Matt, a few days each week. And every night, he heads home at a reasonable hour, alone.

There’s only one thorn in Stephen’s perfectly organized side: Ms. Julia Wilde. Never has Stephen dealt with a more unruly student. She’s rude, provocative, infuriating—and she dresses in a way that is completely unbecoming for a lady. Stephen can’t wait for the semester to be over, and then he’ll never have to see her again.

That is, until Stephen finds himself out of the classroom and in Julia’s apartment. Suddenly, the student/teacher roles are reversed, and the professor receives a much-needed lesson between the sheets. Stephen thought his life made sense, but after his tryst with Julia, he finds himself changed in more ways than one. Maybe he’s coming down with something.

Or maybe, something a little out of the ordinary is exactly what this stuffy professor needs to really live.

*This novel contains mature content*


My Review:

Once in a while, you read a book that turns a common trope on its ear. And this is one of those. I loved it in its previous incarnation as a fan fiction, and you know what? This version is way better and there’s more to the story now! Five stars!

Stephen Worthington is a part time professor. He’s also a geek. He’s such a geek, that he doesn’t even fit in with the nerds. In fact, he’d sooner stay home with a cup of tea and a nice vinyl record of classical music than hang out with human beings. While he seems quite content with his habits, he has a brother and a mom who are convinced he should date. After all, he’s 33 years old. The trouble is, Stephen is certain that he just doesn’t have anything worthwhile to offer.

Along comes Julia Wilde, who is aptly named. She falls in lust with her adorkable professor and sets her cap for him. What others find quirky about him attracts her. Stephen is incredibly naïve, doesn’t understand common idioms and is clueless about flirtation and seduction, but possesses a kind, gentlemanly heart that is wonderfully endearing.

SJ Hooks is taking the unusual step of offering this novel via two separate pathways. She will be publishing it on Amazon on March 18th as a normal eBook. She will be publishing it on the same day here via Publishizer so that readers can snap up various enhanced packages with bonus content. I will be buying my copy of both books on Publishizer. This is certainly a story I’ll read again.

The sequel, Absolute Lovers, will be released on the 24th of June. However, if you order a joined paperback copy on Publishizer.com, you will receive the eBook, which is included, earlier, plus an erotic outtake that didn’t make it into the books.



Glancing at my watch, I breathed a small sigh of relief. My class was about to start and she was blissfully absent. Usually, I didn’t approve when my students missed a lecture, but it seemed that a lot had changed since the beginning of the spring semester when she sauntered into my classroom, annoying me at every turn. I looked at my watch again. Time to start. 

Then the door swung open, and my good mood dissipated. 

Of course she wouldn’t miss a class. She never has. 

She danced into the room as she always did, wearing ridiculously large headphones, bopping her head to the beat. Did she even notice the stares she received? Did she care? Probably not, given her choice of outfit—if one could even call it that. The combat boots on her feet were unpolished and worn, her black pantyhose was riddled with holes, her skirt was far too short, and if that wasn’t bad enough, she had cut up the neckline of her long-sleeved shirt, making it fall off her naked shoulder. My eyes lingered there, noting the lack of bra strap. 

The jocks in the back noticed, too, their eyes following her as her movements made it obvious that she definitely wasn’t wearing anything underneath the tight-fitting shirt. Lifting my gaze to her face, I met her eyes for a second. She flashed me a grin, winking. Suddenly, I felt as though my bowtie was too tight around my neck and I had to fight the urge to tug at it.

As she breezed past my desk, I pretended to glance at my watch. It was too much to take in when she was that close—those red lips and all that smudgy black stuff she wore on her eyes. It was like looking at a deranged version of a mime. 

I didn’t understand why she chose to present herself like that, when she was otherwise reasonably pretty. She had a nice figure, large blue eyes, and long, shiny reddish-brown hair. But she never wore it down. Today, it looked like she had twirled large sections of it with an electric mixer and then pinned them up. 

Her appearance wasn’t the only thing that bothered me. The girl seemed to have no appreciation for the fact that I was her professor, or for the decorum with which she was expected to act around me. She often addressed me as “Stephen,” even though I corrected her each time it happened. I wasn’t “Stephen” when I was teaching a class and I expected my students to address me as either “Professor Worthington” or “Sir.” Needless to say, my expectations were not met where this bothersome young woman was concerned. Today was hardly the first time she had winked at me, and I had no idea how to react when it happened. She was entirely unpredictable and it made me nervous. She never hesitated to interrupt me during class if she was of a different opinion.

And when is she not of a different opinion?

I had never met a more infuriatingly opinionated and stubborn girl in all my life. I was looking forward to the end of the semester, after which I’d never have to see her again. She was smart—I couldn’t deny it —and I was certain that she’d pass my class with flying colors. 

She took a seat at the front of the class, like always, and I watched as she placed her bag on the floor. The movement made the already loose neckline of her shirt slide further down her shoulder, revealing more of her pale skin. That bothered me even more than the constant interruptions and inappropriate behavior. Why couldn’t she just dress nicely? She would be such a pretty young lady if she wore a decent-length skirt and perhaps a silk blouse. But, apparently, she was adamant in her desire to look like a trashy urchin, thus effectively spoiling my good mood. I liked order and predictability, neither of which I was able to enjoy with her in my classroom. 

She was even appropriately named “Wilde.” 

Ms. Wilde had become a constant source of annoyance in my otherwise pleasant Tuesday/Friday teaching schedule, and I couldn’t wait to be rid of her. 

I cleared my throat to let my students know that I was beginning the class, and for once they settled down quickly. I knew the reason for this unusual occurrence without having to ask: today we were discussing the novel Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. The risqué plot of a grown man who falls in love and has a sexual relationship with a twelve-year-old girl rendered the novel a perennial class favorite. It was still banned in many places, and nothing made my literature students feel more like adults than reading “forbidden” books. As the class started, I was surprised to see that for once, Ms. Wilde was not participating. She was writing her notes quietly with a small smile on her face. 

As the discussion continued, a student in the back suggested that the main character, Humbert, was mentally ill and not in control of his own actions, and he should be allowed a little clemency.

“But you can’t actually defend him,” a girl whose name I couldn’t remember argued. “He’s a complete pervert and he corrupts the girl!”

“Actually, I think it’s the other way around,” Ms. Wilde said, without looking up from her notes.

“What?” the girl asked. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” Ms. Wilde answered. “I’m fairly certain that Lolita is the one who corrupts Humbert. She seduces him and he loves it. What guy wouldn’t?”

“But she’s just a kid!” the other girl insisted.

“She is, but she’s well aware of what she’s doing when she seduces him. She’s had sex before, and afterward he is basically eating out of the palm of her hand. I’m not saying that what he did wasn’t wrong, but you have to remember that he sees her as a young woman, and he himself only possesses the emotional maturity of a twelve-year-old.”

The girl had no retort and looked down.

“That’s a good point,” I admitted. 

Although Ms. Wilde’s speaking out of turn bothered me, she always made excellent contributions to the class discussions. Usually, I would have enjoyed having such an active student in my class to liven up the debates. There was just something about her, something that I couldn’t put my finger on. She rubbed me the wrong way, for some reason.

“So, why do you think that the author chose to write about such a controversial topic?” I asked the class.

A few people started to raise their hands but gave up the second Ms. Wilde started speaking without being called on. Again. I gritted my teeth. The girl was undoubtedly intelligent, but why couldn’t she just play by the rules like everyone else?

God, she is so infuriating.

“Ms. Wilde!”

She stopped talking and looked at me. Sadly, she didn’t look intimidated at all and merely gave me a curious glance.

“Yes, Stephen?” she asked sweetly.

“Professor Worthington,” I corrected.

Thank God the semester is over soon.

She just smiled at me.

“You will wait your turn to speak or you can leave my classroom,” I said, silently daring her to continue her rant.

She motioned for me to continue and leaned back in her seat with an amused expression on her face. I asked the other students for their opinions and received a few uninspired responses about taboos. One of the other girls even started to argue that the author was the real pervert. I sighed and reluctantly called on the bothersome Ms. Wilde, who grinned and leaned forward.

“I think that Nabokov is using the main characters as symbols.”

I had a pretty good idea of where she was going with this, and she was absolutely spot on, as always. It would have been so much easier if I could have just dismissed her as both silly-looking and silly, but she wasn’t. She was smart, and I had no choice but to keep calling on her. 

“How so?” I asked, giving her a nod.

“Humbert is older and sophisticated, but emotionally stunted. He likes serious literature and classical music. He represents Europe. Lolita is young, fun-loving, and naïve. She likes Coca-Cola, rock music, and glossy magazines. She’s obviously supposed to be the author’s interpretation of the US, which isn’t particularly flattering.” She hesitated and smiled to herself. “But I could be wrong. Maybe Nabokov’s motives were much simpler. Maybe it just came to him in a dream one night.” She looked up at me with her lopsided grin and added, “After all, don’t all older men dream of sleeping with a younger woman?”

She winked again. I may have been inexperienced when it came to the opposite sex, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that Ms. Wilde was teasing me. The tip of her tongue peeked out between her lips.

“Class dismissed,” I said, clenching my jaw.



SJ HooksAlthough she is a native of Denmark, SJ Hooks has always had a keen interest in the English language. She has a BA in English Literature and is close to finishing her MA in American Studies. As a student and a working mother of two special needs children, her days are busy.

At night, when she isn’t passed out on the couch, she’s in front of her computer, writing stories of love, humor and passion—the best things in life. Her dream is to build a career as a full-time author and give her children the life they deserve.



Anniversary Sale: Clipped Wings by Helena Hunting!

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From her dark hair sweeping below her waist to her soft, sexy curves, Tenley Page intrigues tattoo artist Hayden Stryker in a way no one else ever has…especially when she asks him to ink a gorgeous, intricate design on her back. Yet for all her beauty, there is something darkly tragic and damaged about Tenley that Hayden is everything.

Covered in ink and steel, Hayden is everything Tenley has never dared to want, awakening a desire to explore more than the art adorning his stunning body. Trapped by a past that leaves her screaming from nightmares, Tenley sees Hayden as the perfect escape. Although he has secrets too, if they both keep themselves guarded perhaps their intense physical connection will remain only that.

But nothing, not even passion, can keep them safe from their pasts…



Helena Hunting is such a talented writer. I’ve been a fan for about seven years now, going right back to her days in fan fiction. She knows the world of which she writes, and these characters… you will be glad you invested in them. They’re troubled souls battling for a connection and like so many other readers, you are bound to fall in love with Hayden and Tenley.


To celebrate the first anniversary of Cupcakes & Ink and Clipped Wings, there are a series of sales going on. Until February 19th, you can pick up Clipped Wings here. I heartily recommend that you snap up these books as fast as you can. Five stars to this series.


AMAZON LINK: http://amzn.to/1KieM9F



“You’re all bark, no bite,” she challenged.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t back down now. I pried the phone out of her hand and slid it across the counter, out of reach. “Is that right?”

I knew exactly where I wanted to take this. I shouldn’t have come inside. I should have handed over the kitten at the door, waited in the hall for the cupcakes, and gone home. Then I could have fixed my own damn problem and gone to bed. But I hadn’t. Instead, I was standing in Tenley’s kitchen with her sandwiched between me and the counter, spinning intricate fantasies about how I would like to proceed with the rest of the night. Fuck The Rule. Fuck everything.

Tenley tilted her head a fraction, exposing the satin expanse of her throat. It was an invitation; I couldn’t ignore it. Leaning in, I ran my nose up the column of her neck, my mouth following close behind. She was warm beneath my lips. I parted them to taste her, then bit down gently, teeth scraping across her skin.

“See, I bite,” I whispered in her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth.

She sighed, the sound a mix of relief and acute need. I was just going to kiss her. That was it. At least that was what I told myself as I nipped my way across her jaw to her mouth. Cradling her cheek in my palm, I angled her head to the side. Nothing in her posture warned me against what I was about to do.

Tenley and Hayden kiss instagram“Am I cute now?”

She shook her head.

“Adorable, even?” I brushed my lips over hers and they parted, another invitation. “Pardon, I didn’t catch that?” I pulled her top lip between mine, swept my tongue along her skin, and waited.


“I didn’t think so.”


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Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She’s putting her English degree to good use by writing popular fiction. She is the author of Cupcakes and Ink, Clipped Wings, Inked Armor, Cracks in the Armor and The Librarian Principle.