Wednesday, July 18, 2018

#GiveAway #Interview ~ The President’s Wife by Seelie Kay ~ @SeelieKay

The President’s Wife 
by Seelie Kay

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Interview with Seelie Kay:

Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Seelie Kay. Welcome, Seelie! I'm so excited to have you here today. Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

Seelie: I am a recovering attorney and former journalist who turned to writing romance after a significantly intense period of multiple medical procedures and illnesses. When I finally recovered, I decided I wanted to do something totally different from my usual writing, so I turned to romance. Writing has always come easily for me—I cannot remember a time when I didn’t write—but I have spent most of my career writing about legal and business topics. So, while I still ghostwrite for others, the switch to romance has been a new path and an exciting one.

Crystal: Do you have a favorite scene you would like to share with us?

Seelie: I really don’t really have a favorite. So many of my stories are born from personal experiences and each pulls a different emotion from within me. For example, in my latest book, The President’s Wife, three former college classmates share a secret that binds them for life. Because of that secret, one is able to discover that one of the others has been replaced by an imposter, and with the help of the third, uncovers an international conspiracy to deprive a newly democratic nation of its freedom. I happen to value friendship and this story permits me to express that. But I am also a patriot and a big believer that as Americans, we need to do more to protect our freedoms, because truly, freedom isn’t free. And the conspiracy in this story reinforces that. And finally, I believe in the power of loving relationships, and there are two in this book. Both healthy and impactful. So, while I don’t have a favorite scene, I certainly have favorite themes.

Crystal: Where did you come up with the idea for your latest release?

Seelie: The story was inspired by the investigations into the alleged collusion with the Russians in the most recent presidential elections. I began to speculate about what the Russians were capable of and that lead to memories of the Cold War and the fear we had of being invaded or attacked by the Soviet Union. And since I knew the book would be released around Independence Day, I wanted to focus on a story that would emphasize how fickle freedom really is and how important it is to actively protect it. So, I slept on it and actually had a dream I incorporated into the book. That’s how my story about an international conspiracy to overtake a newly free nation was born.

Crystal: What are you currently working on?

Seelie: I just finished my holiday 2018 short, The President’s Daughter. It will come out in December. I am also working on a novel about four former law school classmates who get burned by love and band together not only to get revenge, but also to build new lives. No idea when that might be released.

Crystal: Do you have any special routine that you follow when you are writing?

Seelie: I write when inspired and write as long as it takes to get the story out. Sometimes, I write for eight hours without a break, other times for less than an hour.

Crystal: Did you have to do a lot of research for this book or any other? If so do you have a fascinating fact that you have learned you would like to share with us?

Seelie: I do a lot of fact verifying, and usually have several resources open at one time. For example, in this book there was a State Dinner and also an embassy reception. I needed to learn a bit about the protocol for each. I also wanted to incorporate The Book of Secrets, which some believe is possessed by at least the President of the United States and possibly leaders of all free nations, and contains secret information on governance, and matters of domestic and international importance. Apparently, the book is so secret, I couldn’t verify its existence!

Crystal: Who are some of your favorite authors that you like to read?

Seelie: I am a big fan of J.D. Robb (Nora Roberts’ alter ego), Stuart Woods, and Lisa Scottoline.

Crystal: Is there a genre you haven't written that you would like to try?

Seelie: I love mysteries and thrillers. While I have incorporated elements of each in my stories, I am looking for an idea I can craft into a full-blown novel.

About The President’s Wife: 
What happens when one of your best friends, the First Lady of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, appears to be an imposter? If you’re criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, you pursue the truth like a rabid dog, then wage a battle to save your friend’s life.

When criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant travels to Washington, D.C. to join her former college roommate, Marella de la Aerelli, in celebrating her husband’s election as the first president of the newly democratic Republic of Lodatia, she is met with an unpleasant surprise. Her friend of almost 30 years not only looks unwell, she is cold and distant. After Julianna becomes convinced the woman is really an imposter, she attempts to expose the faux Marella by using a secret only she, Marella, and the sitting U.S. President share. In the process, Julianna helps to uncover an international conspiracy to seize control of the new country, using the president’s wife as a pawn in a dangerous and potentially deadly game. Will Marella be rescued before a coup takes place? Or will she become collateral damage in one tiny nation’s fight to be free?

The President’s Wife is a Contemporary Erotic Romance.

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The state dinner at the White House was in full swing. Waiters were busy delivering food and pouring wine, as guests ate and chatted with others seated at their tables.

Julianna picked at her dinner, some sort of beef dish with quirky vegetables, and continued to study Lodatian President Georges and Mrs. Marella de la Aerelli, as they chatted quietly with the U.S. president and his wife. Marella barely looked up from her plate, and conversation with her hosts appeared to be minimal. God, that is so not the Marella I know. She hasn’t even acknowledged me and I sent her an email informing her that I would be here.

Julianna set her fork down on her plate and nudged her husband, Little River, Wisconsin Police Chief David Manders. “Something’s wrong.” Julianna whispered. “Marella looks wrong. Maybe she’s just tired after the campaign, but she looks sick. Too thin and too pale. And she isn’t smiling. Marella is always smiling, even when she feels like shit. And she hasn’t even looked at me. Why is she ignoring me? Something is not right. I can feel it.”

David looked at his wife and tried to hide his smile. “Jules, you find a conspiracy behind every door these days,” he said quietly. He looked around to ensure that the other four couples seated at their table were otherwise engaged. “I vote for tired, no, make that exhausted. My God, five months ago, she was a farm wife in Lodatia, now she’s been thrust into the international spotlight as the wife of the President. That would exhaust anyone. I know if you ran for president, it would have a negative impact on me.”

Julianna smirked. “If I became President, sir, it would have a negative impact on both of us.”
David sighed and ran a hand through his short, silver hair. His piercing blue eyes gazed at his wife, his fondness apparent. “Well, instead of jumping to conclusions, let’s wait until the reception at the Lodatian Embassy. There are a lot of rules and protocols for visiting dignitaries. Maybe it just isn’t appropriate to buddy up to an old friend at a state dinner. Once you get up close and personal with Marella, you can get a better fix on things. That woman has been through the wringer, what with that opposition group trying to assassinate her husband not once, but twice. I imagine the stress of clinging to Lodatia’s newly formed democratic government is a kind of like hanging on to a cliff, knowing that if you fall, there will be no net to catch you. Cut her some slack and do not tell her she looks awful.”

About Seelie Kay:

Seelie Kay writes about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink.

Writing under a nom de plume, the former lawyer and journalist draws her stories from more than 30 years in the legal world. Seelie’s wicked pen has resulted in nine works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife, as well as the romance anthology, Pieces of Us.

When not spinning her kinky tales, Seelie ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. Currently she resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, WI, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, the Green Bay Packers, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

Seelie is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS: Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

Seelie can be reached at,,  Twitter or Facebook.

Author links:
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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

#GiveAway ~ HEART STOPPING by L.P. MAXA ~ @lpmaxa @GoddessFish

by L.P. MAXA

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Ten years ago Baze Carter fell irrevocably in love and knew he'd found his forever only to have her ripped from his arms, never to be seen again. Broken, and unable to find her, he made a life for himself as a baseball coach at St. Leasing School for Boys. Their secret, hidden for centuries, has been in peril for the past year, and now more than ever, Baze and his pack need to end the evil that plagues them. When Penelope Sutton is discovered bruised and battered lying in the road in front of his home, Baze is elated and murderous in equal measure. Anyone who dare harm his long lost mate will be made to pay, but not before Baze and Pen find their way back to each other.

GENRE: Paranormal Romance

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“Hey, you okay?” She came out of the bathroom, steam escaping through the open door. Baze was bent at the waist, clutching the high-backed armchair next to the bed she’d slept in. She could see the tension in his posture. “Do I still smell like—”

“Please, Pen, please don’t say his name.” He turned to look at her, his eyes pleading. “I can’t handle it right now.”

She lifted her arm, smelling her skin. She thought she smelled like the soap she’d used in the shower. But her nose wasn’t the nose of a shifter. “Do I, uh, smell okay?”

He nodded. “You smell like me.” He took a step toward her, his hands reaching.

She wanted him to touch her, so her heart sank when his palms dropped back to his side. Penelope stood still, not sure what to do next. She’d showered like he’d asked; she was wearing his clothes. Now it was time for them to go downstairs and meet his pack. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. Packs weren’t common, not in this day. But from what she knew, shifter packs were closer than family. They were tight-knit, protective, and they didn’t take to outsiders all that well.

She may have been Baze’s whole world when they were kids, but they were basically strangers at this point.

“When you meet them, my friends, you can’t touch them.”

Her eyes snapped to his face. “What?”

He shook his head, his gaze weary. “I feel…on edge. I feel possessive of you, and I can’t seem to shake it.” He licked his lips. “I’ll get it under control. But in the meantime, please don’t let them touch you. Especially the young guys, they’re not bonded.”

Was everything they’d gone through as kids coming back full force? Would the pain come back too? And the million-dollar question: what would they do about it if it did?

She nodded, letting him know that she’d heard him and she understood. And when he gestured for her to step in front of him, she waited in the hall to let him lead her down the stairs and into what appeared to be a massive living room.

The first thing she saw was the mounds of Chinese food on the large, long walnut coffee table. She put her hand on her stomach when it growled loudly. It’d been days since she’d had a real meal. She was starving, and now everyone knew it. “Sorry.”
A girl with long blonde hair, a shade lighter than Pen’s, stepped forward. “Don’t apologize.” Her smile was kind and she held a plate out, piled high with lo mein and orange chicken. “I’m Molly, Keller’s mate.”

“Thank you.” Pen took the food, not able to resist the smell any longer.

Molly kept standing, pointing around the room at each person in turn. “That’s Corey, Dominic, Lincoln, Madden, Jasper, Jace, Riley, and my mate Keller.” Molly laughed lightly. “Don’t worry about remembering everyone’s names. We won’t quiz you until tomorrow.”

Pen sent the group a wave. “Penelope. But you can call me Pen.” She glanced to Baze, gauging his reaction. He’d been the first person to ever call her Pen, but it’d stuck even after they’d been separated. Maybe it was her way of keeping him with her, even when there were oceans between them.

“You can call me Dom, and that skinny guy over there goes by Linc.” The man who’d addressed her stood, holding his hand out.

She looked at it but took a step away. “Sorry, I um…” She let her words trail off. She was normally a friendly person; she was a hugger. But she believed Baze when he’d said he was on edge and he didn’t want anyone to touch her. She may not be one hundred percent certain what the future held for the two of them, but she didn’t want to make the present any harder than it needed to be.

“Don’t touch her, any of you.” Baze grabbed her arm and gently hauled her behind his body and onto a vacant chair that looked like it had been pulled in from an unseen dining room. “I can’t handle it.”

Dom held his hands up in surrender. “No problem, man. I know how that feels.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
L.P. lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, daughter, three rescue dogs, four chickens, two dwarf goats, and one adopted cat. The fish died. She is a full-time writer, and part time business owner. L.P. says she loves to read as much as she loves to write, and reading a good book is her reward after writing one. In her spare time, she fosters puppies for a rescue organization based in Austin.

Monday, July 16, 2018

#GiveAway ~ FALL BESIDE YOU by RILEY PARKS ~ @WriteRileyWrite @GoddessFish


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Gideon Valsecchi had done the impossible when he busted out of the grueling poverty and pre-ordained existence his life had been on the South Side of Chicago. His free ride at college is the stepping stone to a career with a professional soccer team. And when his dream comes true it's not what he expects—sacrifice shouldn't taste this bitter, especially when the love of his life is what he's missing and can't seem to hold on to.

Elijah Tucker wants to give Gideon Valsecchi the world on a silver platter. And he has the means to do it. But Eli is learning the truth of the maxim that the way you hold onto the thing you want most is to let it go. And while his heart breaks into a thousand pieces, he doesn't come apart even when the worst happens. Because, even as cliché as it sounds...true love does find a way.

GENREM/M Romance

“Are you feeling a’right?” Gideon asked finally, unable to hold out any longer. He sighed when the only response he received was the quiet, even breaths of a sleeping Elijah. He stared up at the ceiling fan, noticing a reflection in the chrome accents of the city lights that lay just beyond the window. 

Gideon knew he needed to sleep. His day had been long and he anticipated that the next one would be even longer. Regardless of how much he attempted to halt its activity, it was difficult to calm his brain down as it tried to wrap itself around Elijah’s out-of-the-ordinary demeanor. 

“Are you asleep?” he whispered, though he already knew that he was. Biting his lip, Gideon decided to be brave, although he wasn’t sure how courageous it actually was to speak to a sleeping man. “Elijah,” he began, attempting to wrap his lips around words that seemed too big for his mouth. “I love you.”

It felt strange to admit, even though he knew it was true. Elijah gave him things that he’d never had before, and none of them had anything to do with money. He anchored him with stability, security, and love. “I love you,” Gideon repeated, thinking that it wasn’t that difficult after all. He’d said it and he felt better, lighter, like he passed a threshold of demons who had sought to keep him from moving forward. 

The room was still, but he was floating, high above the internal struggles he’d unnecessarily doomed himself to. He repeated it a few more times, feeling better every time he said it, like he’d found a release he never knew he’d needed. “I really fucking love you,” he said with a yawn, letting his heavy eyelids fall.

“I love you too,” Elijah whispered sleepily, grinning up at Gideon, whose eyes shot open in response. 

“Asshole,” Gideon muttered, feeling his cheeks flush warm. “I asked you if you were a’right and you didn’t answer.” 

“I was sleeping. You woke me up when you said you love me.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if you realize, but I’m hyper tuned in to anytime you say ‘love.’ I’m obsessed with hearing it, even when you’re just talking about chicken nuggets.” 

“That’s weird,” Gideon chided without malice. “You’re so weird.” 

“Yeah, well, you love me.” 

“I do.” 

“Maybe you’re weird, too.” 

“Or maybe I’m not weird at all,” Gideon reasoned. After all, loving Elijah made all the sense in the world. 

“Okay, Captain Confession. Go to sleep or you’re going to tell me you can’t sleep over when you’re too tired tomorrow.” 

Groaning at the stupid nickname, Gideon tilted his head down to kiss his boyfriend’s forehead. 

“Tell me one more time though,” Elijah requested, drawing a laugh from Gideon. 

“I love you.” 

And damn did it feel good.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Riley has always loved to write, believing that life has the possibility to be its most beautiful when it’s portrayed on the pages of a book. Feeling the need to create and liberate in the midst of the political landscape, Riley writes novels that focus on LGBTQ protagonists, wanting to honor a community that deserves better representation depicting lives, loves and triumphs in all facets of fiction.

Monday, July 9, 2018

#SpotLight ~ Asya in the Tilt of the World by Effie Molina ~ @EffieJMolina @RoanePublishing

Asya in the Tilt of the World
The Asya Trilogy
by Effie Molina

About the Book: 
Asya Hart’s simple human existence ends forever the night she meets Christian and James, two beautiful vampires bonded to each other and united in their mission to find The One who is destined to Balance the Tilt of the World—in other words, heal humanity and the planet. When Asya is compelled to use a healing power she never knew she possessed on the Grandfather of the Blood Community, Christian and James are commanded to bring Asya into The Blood, and the prophecy is set in motion.

Asya learns that she and the rest of her family are all vampires, and that it wasn’t until her blood was raised that she became her full self. Asya is destined to save humanity, but she has no idea how she is supposed to do that! As if the expectations on her aren't daunting enough, she finds herself hunted, an unwelcome symbol of change within the vampire community. Vampires lifespans are linked with humanity: the more chaos and negativity within humans, the longer vampires live. Asya finds herself in the minority, a vampire who believes that working to heal humanity is the right and necessary thing to do, despite the personal consequences. There are those who don’t appreciate Asya's selflessness, and for them the solution is simple: get rid of her before her revolutionary ideas take hold.

In the midst of it all is love, and Asya struggles to not let it distract her. Christian and James are a bonded couple, and Asya has joined them. Asya is drawn to them in ways she has never felt before, but does she really have the luxury of first love? Asya finds herself on the crossroads. Who is she is in this new world? And can she truly be who people expect her to be?

Release Date: July 9, 2018

Publisher: Roane Publishing
*Trigger warning: sexual assault

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James came up behind her. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her back against him, gently rocking her. They stood this way a moment in silence. Asya could feel her heart beat slow, gradually, until it was no longer jumping out of her chest. 
Whispering in her ear he reassured her. “Don’t worry. It’ll all get worked out. You need time to learn, and they need time to get to know you.Many of these old creatures have forgotten that such a thing as innocence and naïvety exists.” 
Naïvety, Asya thought to herself. “How unappealing. She had never considered herself particularly naïve before. It occurred to her, in a tangible way for the first time, how much older Christian and James were than her. After all, they looked to be in their early twenties, so she didn’t really think of them as what they were, hundreds of years old. She thought she must seem like some flighty little girl to them. Xavier was probably right, and with good reason. Of course they’d get bored with her sooner or later. 
Christian hissed through his teeth, frustrated, standing up from his chair. 
James glanced back at him, questioningly, tightening his arms around Asya. “What’s the matter, baby? What’s going on in that head of yours?” 
It was difficult to tell if he was directing his question at Asya, Christian, or both. 
At the sound of the word baby, Asya had twisted out of James’ arms, wiping the tears away from her cheeks, irritated at herself for crying. She glared at Christian, defying him to betray her inner thoughts, knowing he probably would anyway when alone with James later. As long as it wasn’t in front of her! 
It was humiliating. There was no such thing as presenting a stoic front, and getting out of a situation like this with one’s dignity, with one guy feeling your feelings and the other eavesdropping on your every thought about him! 
“And it’s paradise for me, knowing how much you value Xavier’s opinions,” Christian retorted satirically. 
“Listen,” James said to Christian and Asya sharply, continuing more gently when they both turned to face him. “How about one crisis at a time, okay? I’m going to go shower and head over to the society building. Do you think you two can manage to not kill each other while I’m gone?” 
They both nodded at him, averting their eyes from each other. 
James made contact with one, followed by the other, and each felt a wave of love, reassurance and tranquility float over them. Their shoulders relaxed slightly, their fists unclenched. 
But he moved away reluctantly, as if afraid to leave them. 
“I don’t know how I fell in love with two hotheads,” he told them, shaking his head, but smiling at them as he disappeared into the house. 
Asya and Christian stood, frozen to their respective spots, in silence. 
After several long moments, Christian sighed. He spoke in a near whisper. “I want you to trust me.” He paused a moment. “Listen, you trusting me, and James, and what the three of us have? It’s a way of trusting yourself…of trusting who you are.” 
Asya looked at him. “I do trust you. Really, I do. But that’s just it, the whole knowing who you are thing… I thought I was there, but every day it seems I’m remindedI’m not. I’m sorry. I’m doing the best I can.” 
She looked down at the ground, feeling her head was so muddied and heavy it might roll off her neck. 
Christian walked over to her. Taking her hands, he placed one on her heart, the other on his own, and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. They stood a moment in quiet before he began. 
“You and me, we think too much. I can hear it when you think about something involving me. You know that already. But I can sense it when you’re thinking about other things too. It’s beautifuldifferent colors, swirling, busy, all kinds of patterns. You know my paintings?” 
Asya nodded her head slightly, letting him know she was listening. 
“Well, those are James’ thoughts. can see that about people. And you…you, Asya, are a kaleidoscope, spinning and changing all the time. I could sit for hours and watch you. You’re beautiful. can’t wait to get to my paints, but it’s more than that. I imagine I might look similar, you know, in my head. Sometimes when I pay attention to you, I feel as if I’m paying attention to myself. Does that make any sense?” 
And, oddly enough, it did. She squeezed his fingers slightly, raising her head. Her eyes met his, and they stood again in silence, looking at one another, their noses only inches apart. 
“But as beautiful as it is, you and I, we think too much,” he repeated. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from James, it’s to trust this,” he said, and pressed their hands into their hearts. “Sometimes thinking can’t solve it, not alone anyway. When it gets muddled, you’ve got to turn off your brain and feel.” 

About the Author:

Effie Molina has words crowding her head and occasionally untangles them into stories. Effie is a multi-racial, bi-identified woman living in Western Massachusetts. Effie enjoys exploring the human condition, speaking truth to power and striving to be consistently authentic and brave. She does this best while home with the love of her life, surrounded by kids and beasts. While not writing, she’s supervising a team of child protective social workers by day and dancing in an Afro-Cuban performance group at night.