Monday, November 30, 2015

12 Days of Christmas Facebook Party Countdown ~ Chanta Rand & Reviews by Crystal


12 Days of Christmas Facebook Party

You are invited to join us to celebrate Christmas and all the wonderfulness of the Season! 



Chanta Rand will be featuring and giving away a book by 12 of her favorite authors. Over 50 talented authors are going to stop by with their Christmas memories and giveaway some prizes! We also have a few authors that are unable to join us but will have a giveaway during the party. 

If you are looking for that perfect Christmas present for a reader, come join us for ideas. I bet you will find a wonderful book they would enjoy. Plus you just may win a present for yourself. The giveaways will be open for about 24  hours to give everyone a chance to enter. 

So mark you calendars now and come join us for 12 Days of Christmas Fun, books, prizes, memories, and fun little surprises. 

 Schedule for our Guest Authors: 
(All times listed are Central time) 

December 12th 
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Delaney Diamond
7:00PM Denise Swanson
7:30PM Delaney Diamond
8:00PM Jessica Cale

8:30PM Joe Cosentino
9:00PM Beverley Eikli Author
9:30PM Cynthia Sax

December 13th
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Diane Kelly Fan Page

December 14th 

December 15th

December 16th 

December 17th 
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Niobia Bryant | Meesha Mink
7:30PM Linda O. Johnston
8:00PM Nicole Zoltack
8:30PM Annette Mardis
9:00PM Lori Ryan
9:30PM Author Krista Ames

December 18th 
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Rachel Gibson
7:30PM Izzy Szyn
8:00PM Belle Scarlett
9:00PM The Naughty Literati

December 19th 
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Johanna Lindsey
7:30PM Jaz Primo
8:00PM Romance Author Ginny Baird
8:30PM Pamela Britton

December 20th
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Jaci Burton 
8:00PM Matthew Davenport, Author
8:30PM Lexi Post

December 21st
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Adrianne Byrd's Byrdwatchers
7:30PM Julie Johnstone
8:00PM Molly MacRae
8:30PM Elle James

December 22nd
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Deeanne Gist: Bestselling Author
7:30PM Bobbi Romans
8:00PM Shara Azod
8:30PM Sherry Ewing
9:00PM Lisa Watson
9:30PM PG Forte

December 23
Chanta's Featured Author of the night: Jeannie Lin - Official Author Page
8:00PM Susana Ellis
8:30PM Dana Marton

9:00PM Addison Kline

These authors are unable to attend but have so kindly offered prizes:

Darcy Lundeen - TWO $30 Amazon GC 
Heather Boyd - one ebook copy of An Accidental Affair 
Laura Griffin - One Signed Copy of  Shadow Fall
Monica James -  ADDICTED TO SIN  ebook
Lucy Felthouse - Kindle copy of any single-author backlist ebook 
Elise Sax - one signed copy Playing the Field
Emelle Gamble - Signed print copies of Duets, Molly Harper and December Wedding (The whole series!) 

Amber Daulton - ecopy of Forever Winter, 
 ecopy of A Hero's Heart & ecopy of Mistletoe in the City
 

Tell The Truth; The Devil Won't By Colette Harrell


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 Tell The Truth; The Devil Won't
By Colette Harrell


About The Book:



tell_the_truth_the_devil_wont_amazon_book_coverFrom the author of The Devil Made Me Do It

The full-figured Esther Redding doesn’t realize it, but she desperately needs a change. Her Cinderella tiara is tarnished, and her glass slippers cracked.

No longer any one’s knight in shining armor, Briggs Stokes always had a soft spot for Esther. She was in his blood, and he didn’t want a transfusion. When he returns to Detroit, he decides that nothing will keep him from her door. Well, nothing . . . but the once reformed bad girl, Monica Stokes Hawthorne, Briggs’s ex, who wants to be his—give me one more chance, again—wife. The resulting tug-of-war that ensues may be the catalyst that destroys the person they both love the most.

More than one household is upset when the prison doors swing open and a “rehabilitated” Roger, Esther’s ex, returns home. Following Roger is a sinister force so malicious that no one in their community will be left untouched.

When truth is held hostage by lies, mayhem ensues. And when it does, the lives of Esther, Briggs, Monica, and Roger are forever changed.

Don’t blink—pray—these shenanigans are too shocking to miss . . .

The second stand-alone book in the Heaven over Hell trilogy.

Genre: Christian Fiction
Paperback: 288 pages
Publisher: Urban Christian (October 27, 2015)
ISBN-10: 1622868196
ISBN-13: 978-1622868193
Publication Date: October 27, 2015

Purchase Links:

Amazon | B&N 

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About The Author:


colette_website_picture_cropped_is_on_author_pageColette R. Harrell, Christian Fiction Author

Colette Harrell, wants you to know that she’s like you, God’s chosen vessel. She has come to be a gift, to be an encourager and a light that reflects God’s goodness.

She’s a wife, mother, author and playwright. A Detroit native, she currently calls Ohio home. She holds a master’s and is a Director of Social Services. Writing with humor and compassion to engage and minister to the human heart. Her motto is: whatever you do, do it “for love alone.”

Her newest novel, Devil Get Behind Me! Will thrill this January 2016. It is filled with wisdom and humor. This adventourous love story goes where Ms. Harrell loves to tread, down an unbeaten path. No millionaires rescuing damsels in distress—although she enjoys these reads herself—but real people, falling and getting back up.

The Devil Made Me Do It was her debut novel. It was Nominated for First Fiction for the Phyllis Wheatley Book Award. It has been held as one of Black Pearl Magazine’s, top ten Christian fiction books for 2014. And, Read Between The Lines radio show, named it as one of its overall top ten books for 2014.

Her sophomore novel, Tell The Truth, The Devil Won’t will cement her as an author to watch.

Connect Socially

Website: http://www.writespirit.org/ColetteHarrell/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Colette.R.Harrell

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/ColetteRHarrell

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Excerpt:

Chapter One

It was dead cold. The air crackled with the sound of ice-covered tree branches crashing onto cement sidewalks; it was an unnatural arctic day, even for Harlem. There were motorists stranded on every major highway as an epic ice storm settled over the length of New York City. And while the air over those highways was filled with road rage, explicit language, and hunger pains, the contrasting hush of the opulent brownstones on 132nd Street was shattered by an eerie scream that filled the bitter air.

Monica Hawthorne, the ex-Mrs. Briggs Stokes, stood shaking uncontrollably. Her beloved, risked-everything she-had-to-have-him husband of one month, Randall, lay in a pool of blood on their imported Brazilian cherry kitchen floor. If Randall could, he would have stood up and told her for the tenth time that ten thousand dollars for a floor was too much, and just because she could buy it didn’t mean she had to. But Randall couldn’t utter a word. She watched horrified as his blood seeped into the natural grooves of the wood, giving credence to the fact that maybe the cost was too much.

Monica blinked, but he wasn’t getting up or giving her advice about her newly acquired wealth, because standing over him was his newly divorced wife, the ex-Mrs. Meredith Hawthorne. This She-Spawn-from-the-Pits, with her six hundred-dollar hairdo mussed, her designer clothes askew, and her chest heaving in spastic breaths, clutched the knife that once protruded from Randall’s chest. Words of explanation weren’t necessary; the vivid picture painted its own morbid story.

Monica was spellbound. She was in her own home. The ordeal of leaving one husband to claim another’s was behind her. The guilt had been laid aside. The shame stamped down, at least temporarily. It was Randall and her against the world. But it had all just changed drastically.

Snapping to, Monica shrieked, “Oh sweet Jesus! What have you done? You crazy—!”

Her cries were halted by the demented gleam in the ex-Mrs. Hawthorne’s eyes. The maniac’s focus switched from Randall to her, then back to Randall. Mrs. Hawthorne had gone mad, crazy, bonkers, craycray.

Monica’s head hurt at the thought that she was still addressing this woman by what was rightfully her new name. It bore psychological study that she could only think of the witch as Mrs. Hawthorne. For over three years the woman had railed it at her, negating Monica’s right to ever wear the title. She’d stood in haughty arrogance and promised in divorce court that she would never relinquish it. At the time, Monica didn’t care; she felt Mrs. Hawthorne could keep the last name, as long as she had the man. Now she felt she had been short-sighted. If in the middle of a bloody rampage, she thought of her that way, then who was she?

The murderous interloper looked on in glee as blood bubbled out of Randall’s mouth. Monica observed her spiteful approval as Randall’s hand feebly stretched over his wound, but failed in mustering the strength to staunch the flow of his river of life. His eyelids fluttered—pausing, fighting to focus as he scanned beyond Mrs. Hawthorne’s face. His eyes settled on Monica’s outstretched hands.

“Randall,” Monica whispered. She swayed in agony.

Time was grinding to a stop, like an old-fashioned watch discarded in a moth-eaten hope chest, it would soon end, and Randall would be done. She needed a way to get close to him, but Mrs. Hawthorne stood as she had for the last three years, directly in her path.

Always . . . in my way.

Rage bubbled into a go-for-broke moment. Monica launched forward and charged Mrs. Hawthorne with a Joan of Arc warrior’s roar. The sound of the impact and responding grunt was dulled by the body that crumpled to the floor. Monica gambled . . . and lost. Her body fell inches from Randall’s.

Her hands bloodied, Mrs. Hawthorne rocked in despair. She had meant to take her time with the slut, but her offensive attack had taken her by surprise.

Then . . . Monica moved. What she was witnessing had

Mrs. Hawthorne’s keening wail ricochet throughout the spacious brownstone. She glowered in anguish, howling as Monica’s fingers inched toward Randall’s, and they entwined even in their near-death status.

She watched in ghoulish repulsion as the almost loving tableau played out before her. Her eyebrows arched as she made out Monica’s pleading words, “Jesus, help us.”

A rattle of air descended from Randall . . . and then stillness.

In slow motion, Mrs. Hawthorne turned in robotic movements away from the scene. Her steps faltered when she heard Monica’s fading voice, “Father, why hast thou forsaken me?”

The prophetic words washed over her as she stood in cold resolution. Shaking it off, she strutted away from the two people who had humiliated her in public and had caused her heart to bleed dry for three unbearable years.

Randall had won his freedom, imprisoning her in her own madness in the process.

She had sworn to Randall’s dying mother, there would be no divorce. Tears gathered at the end of her hawkish nose, dribbling onto her twice-a-week, spa-waxed upper lip, then streamed down her cosmetic-tightened neck.

She was Mrs. Meredith Hawthorne, of the Hawthornes, and failure was foreign to her. In agony, she backtracked, and stumbled, tumbling over the bodies. Blindly, Meredith wiped her eyes, reared back, and spit in Monica’s face. Still feeling empty and unfulfilled, she stared, craving the ability to wake Monica and kill her again.

Rising, she noted Randall’s discarded, prized Civil War-era, matching pearl- and jewel-handled knives. She blew a kiss at him, and left the knives there. It was only fitting Randall have ownership of what he demanded in the divorce decree. What better way to deliver his bounty, then to use it as the method of obliteration for both he and his tramp?

Mrs. Hawthorne reached into her purse and pulled out her derringer. Acting as a lover whose desire is close to fulfillment, she caressed it. Her insides churning, she panted, taking one last glance at the co-conspirators to her destruction. She could answer Monica’s final question. God had forsaken Monica because she was a Delilah home wrecker. What Mrs. Hawthorne wanted to know, was why He had forsaken her.

She lay the letters for her children—who never called—on the solid mahogany credenza, then her purse. All she’d had was the facade of a happy life. She’d paid for it in an avalanche of tears as she played dumb blonde to Randall’s neglect and numerous indiscretions over the years, anything to keep him home. And how had he repaid her? By falling for a nasty, ashy-prone, ghetto rat. The slut’s resulting pregnancy, and his request for a divorce, “so he could be happy” was the Joker’s wild card. How many wrongs was she expected to endure?

She looked around and hiccupped laughter—a great-granddaughter of the confederacy ending up in a brownstone in Harlem? Well, rise up every long-buried plantation owner and move over. I’m coming in, and from this gaudy, overpriced slum.

In the middle of her cynical chuckle, she bit her lip. She was stalling and knew it. The gun shook in her hands as she placed the barrel to her temple; lips pressed together, she focused on the brightness of the moon, brilliant against the frigid dark sky. The trigger was pulled, and the gun clattered to the ground. Once again blood seeped into the Brazilian cherry hardwood floor.

It should now have been quiet in the apartment. Instead, after the booming sound of the gunshot, you could hear through the intercom three things: the startled cries of a newborn, a phone ringing, and a feeble whimper.

The air was clear and sweet with the aroma of citrus floral and the essence of myrrh. Large winged inhabitants fluttered about on missions of supreme purpose. Above, two hovered in midflight, one apparently holding the other from takeoff.

“Why do you hold me, Zadkiel? I must go. Did you not hear Monica scream? I am hers, and she is mine. Monica thinks that God has forsaken her. I am here,” he bemoaned. What the guardian saw split him in two. He could not linger.

Zadkiel pulled the guardian angel back, his wings clutched, and held him firm through the struggle. “Stand down. She cries out in fear, not faith. We are not charged to react to tears, but we are rewarders of faith. What is occurring is heartbreaking, but you have not been given leave to interfere.”

The guardian wanted to push at Zadkiel’s wings, but that would have been disrespectful. “Oh, why do the humans act this way? Must they torment and cause such pain to each other? They have left a child and though Monica has not been innocent for many years, her screams of pain bring too many hurtful emotions to the forefront. How can you float above it all?”

“I am not above anything, but we must be obedient to our Lord of Hosts. He has not given us permission to intervene; a greater good must be coming.” Zadkiel then telepathically shared with him how he kept the sounds of Randall’s and Monica’s pain in the background of his thoughts. “I am empathetic to your feelings. I have learned that our God knows all and His will is the only way. He did not create this mess, but He will make a way out for the innocent babe. Go sing a song of praise. It will ease your soul.”

Large expansive wings flapped in decisive strokes as a voice of power and beauty soared over majestic heads. As other voices joined in song, the angelic choir trumpeted the holiness and sovereignty of God. Contrary to the chaos, He continued to reign.

In another realm, the gates of hell rattled in anticipation of the eventual capture and consumption of the new souls. It was a two-course meal: adulterer and murderer, their favorites.

THE NEW YEAR’S WISH By Dani-Lyn Alexander ~ RELEASE DAY

THE NEW YEAR’S WISH 
By Dani-Lyn Alexander

Dani-Lyn Alexander’s irresistible new yuletide romance and second holiday-centered novella from Pocket Star EBooks THE NEW YEAR’S WISH, a lighthearted office romp that will make you long for the company holiday party.
 
Olivia Calloway isn’t cut out for the nine-to-five life. She’s a born entrepreneur. She just has to figure out her soul’s true calling—and she’s given herself until the clock strikes midnight on New Year’s Eve to do it. With her trust fund dwindling and only two and a half months to go, she takes an assistant position at prestigious law firm Harris & Harris. The problem is, Olivia’s a terrible employee—incessantly late, forgetful, and clumsy. Not that her gorgeous new boss Garrett Emerson seems to mind. Beautiful, charming Olivia has been on his mind ever since she ran into him, literally, sprinting to the interview. But Olivia’s first big assignment—to plan an elaborate last minute New Year’s Eve party for the entire company—could make or break her job entirely. With Ms. Harris herself demanding perfection, a jealous office rival rooting for Olivia to lose, and even Garrett dreading the affair, can Olivia finally prove herself—or will an unforeseen complication send her back to the drawing board? All she wants for the holidays is to be her own boss—and to ignite the flirtatious sparks between her and Garrett…so she can file their relationship under love.
 
Dani-Lyn Alexander is a native New Yorker. She was born in Rome, New York, then moved to Rosedale, and finally to Long Island. She still lives on eastern Long Island with her husband and three children, ages twenty two, fifteen and three.
 
Buy links for The New Year’s Wish:

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IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS By Mariah Stewart ~ RELEASE DAY

IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS
By Mariah Stewart

Cozy up and settle down with a dreamy read by New York Times bestselling author Mariah Stewart, the timeless, charming holiday novella IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS, originally featured in the popular yuletide anthology Upon a Midnight Clear, now available as a standalone at a great price!

A lively family reunion on a Montana ranch brings on a flurry of memories for a beautiful young writer—and a winter storm that rekindles an old flame—in this “warmly magical” (Library Journal) feel-good holiday gem!

About the Author:

Mariah Stewart is the award-winning New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of numerous novels and several novellas and short stories.  A native of Hightstown, New Jersey, she lives with her husband and two rambunctious rescue dogs amid the rolling hills of Chester County, Pennsylvania, where she savors country life and tends her gardens.  Visit her website at www.mariahstewart.com, and like her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/AuthorMariahStewart.

Buy Links:

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Because Naughty Holidays can be oh so Nice by Nicole Edwards



That's right! Today is the last day to grab Because Naughty Holidays can be oh so Nice - 2015

by Nicole Edwards at the sale price of $2.99! Don't miss out!!!


Book: Because Naughty Holidays Can be oh so Nice. (3 novella collection)

Official Release date: December 1st, 2015

Author: Nicole Edwards

Genre: Which ever can handle her books! 

Contains: Three stories from Nicole Edwards series and couples as voted by the readers!

Warning: Contains M/M/F, M/M, M/F/M... Did you really expect it to not be Menage?




Because Naughty Holidays can be oh so Nice - 2015
By Nicole Edwards
Description:

The readers voted and the winners for the 2015 holiday book are: Alluring Indulgence: Travis, Kylie, Gage; Sniper 1 Security: RT and Z; Club Destiny: Luke, Sierra, Cole. Come and see how they are heating up the holidays this year!

The Walker brothers are at it again...
Travis Walker won’t deny he has a competitive spirit, and this year, when his brothers decide to go all out with the holiday decorations, Travis is intent on winning this free-for-all.

What’s the best gift you can get for the man you love?
Ryan Trexler is hell-bent on getting his husband the best Christmas gift. One that will make Z think about him all year. Only he doesn’t have the slightest clue what to get him.

Spend New Year’s at the hottest fetish club in town
Luke McCoy has been known to throw a good party, but this year, he wants the New Year’s celebration at Devotion to be the best yet.





Or on Nicole's Website: Pre-Order Here







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  New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, their three kids, and four rambunctious dogs. When she’s not writing about sexy alpha males, Nicole can often be found with her Kindle in hand or making an attempt to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on Facebook and interacting with her readers - even when she’s supposed to be writing.

Nicole also writes contemporary/new adult romance as Timberlyn Scott.



Nicole would love to hear from you!