Wednesday, February 13, 2019

#GiveAway #Interview ~ Smuggler by Nicholas Fillmore ~ @nicholasfillmor @GoddessFish

by Nicholas Fillmore

Nicholas Fillmore will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. You may find those locations here

Crystal: Today I have the pleasure of hosting Nicholas Fillmore. Welcome, Nicholas! Would you share a little bit about yourself with us today?

Nicholas: I’m trying to make the transition from 16 to 56; I think my wife would agree.

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

Nicholas: Well, I like the arrest scene in my book because there are a couple conversations going on at once: the agents trying to flip me; me (I call it a “superfluous calculus” in the book) frantically trying to figure out who knows what and who told whom.

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

Nicholas: Real life.

Crystal: What are you currently working on?

Nicholas: I’m working on something called Sins of Our Fathers. Am about a hundred pages in… and sensing an immanent, violent editorial intervention to impose a clearer dramatic structure….

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

Nicholas: Eat, nap, coffee, write.

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?

Nicholas: I had to look up “cocksucker” in German, for instance. (It’s Schwanzlutscher, btw.)

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

Nicholas: Golly, everything from Chandler to Rilke, Wodehouse to Camus. It has to have style.

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

Nicholas: I started Smuggler as a screenplay but pretty quickly abandoned it, realizing all the inner dialog that I needed to convey. But I would like to try to work purely in dialog. I like some of the dialog in Smuggler, but nothing sustained. 


When twenty-something post-grad Nick Fillmore discovers the zine he’s been recruited to edit is a front for drug profits, he begins a dangerous flirtation with an international heroin smuggling operation and in a matter of months finds himself on a fast ride he doesn’t know how to get off of.
After a bag goes missing in an airport transit lounge he is summoned to West Africa to take a voodoo oath with Nigerian mafia. Bound to drug boss Alhaji, he returns to Europe to put the job right, but in Chicago O’Hare customs agents “blitz” the plane and a courier is arrested.
Thus begins a harried yearlong effort to elude the Feds, prison and a looming existential dead end…. Smuggler relates the real events behind OITNB.
GENRE: Memoir/True Crime

Later that afternoon I walked, drunk, through the Musee d’Arte Moderne in Brussels, down a winding white hallway to some inner recess. In a corner, behind glass, a little ventriloquist’s dummy in baggy pants and jacket sat before a brass bell. For minutes on end he just sat there with his feet sticking out in front of him, like he’d been knocked down in the street. Then something seemed to stir inside him and the doll’s torso jerked forward an inch and its metal head—bang! struck the bell producing an unexpectedly bright peal like the bell of a steamship. A little placard read, “Attempt to Raise Hell.” Dennis Oppenheim. American.
A small group waited in anticipation for it to happen again. Just as a couple turned to walk away, bang! the bell clanged again. I stayed for another half hour listening to the intermittent clanging; the little brute kept at it, as if he had a mind of his own—as if, in spite of whatever wind-up mechanism controlled him, he was determined to carry out this errand he alone knew the meaning of.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Nicholas Fillmore attended the graduate writing program at University of New Hampshire. He was a finalist for the Juniper Prize in poetry and co-founded and published SQUiD magazine in Provincetown, MA. He is currently at work on Sins of Our Fathers, a family romance and works as a reporter and lecturer in English. He lives on windward Oahu with his wife, his daughter and three dogs.
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#GiveAway ~ An Earl Of Her Own By Heather Boyd ~ @Heather_Boyd

An Earl Of Her Own
Saints and Sinners series (Book 3)
By Heather Boyd

Heather is giving away a print edition of The Duke and I and A Gentleman’s Vow during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember there is a chance to enter everyday so be sure to follow the Blog Tour. You may find the tour schedule and locations here

About An Earl Of Her Own:

Marriage is about finding that special someone you want to annoy for the rest of your life!

Rebecca Warner’s devotion to her family is the perfect distraction from the loneliness of widowhood. Not that she’d ever admit a need for someone special in her life after her husband’s betrayal. With the responsibility of arranging her sister’s wedding falling into her lap, Rebecca has no time for a certain maddening earl bent on seducing her—until he proves her most ardent ally.

For Adam Croft, Earl of Rafferty, what began as an amusing pursuit—shocking Rebecca Warner—becomes something deeper when he recognizes how perfect a wife and mother she would make. Adam’s keenly aware of his loneliness…and that his habit to curb it with drink lost him Becca’s respect. He’ll happily change his ways to win her approval, but what more can he do to win her love?

Release Date: FEBRUARY 12, 2019
Length: approx. 300 pages
Heat: steamy regency romance
Digital ISBN: 978-1-925239-51-5
Print ISBN: 978-1-925239-52-2
AppleBooks ID: 1437218392

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“You are hurt, worse than you want to say,” Rebecca Warner whispered.
Her soft green eyes were filled with real concern, something Adam had never expected to see on her face. “Well, that is disappointing.”
“Disappointing?” Rebecca immediately began searching through his hair for the wound, and he chose to imagine it a sensual caress until she spoke again. “You have a gash to your head that has bled. Dear God, you could have died.”
“Always looking on the bright side,” he murmured, and then noticed how close the lady was to his body. He inhaled slowly, delighted in this unexpectedly rare treat. Mrs. Warner had never been the friendliest sort. “You smell nice.”
“Really, Rafferty,” she chided. She suddenly slipped her hand inside his coat, rummaged in his pockets and began to dab at his head with the handkerchief she found there. “This is hardly the time to worry about my perfume.”
“As you say, I could have been killed. Seems like an appropriate time for noticing the little things in life that please me.” He felt pain and hissed. Eager for a distraction, he dropped his gaze to her shoulder—now bare of the shawl, which had fallen away unnoticed by the lady. The respectable garment Rebecca had worn to church, so stylish and modest, was less so now thanks to the accident. The struggle out of the carriage seemed to have ripped the seam apart, and her pale skin looked very soft and inviting. He curled his fingers into the skirt of her gown and held it. “Lovely.”
She drew back to peer into his eyes again, and then she glanced down at his fist. “What are you doing?”
What was he doing? Adam had no idea, but he wasn’t of a mind to stop.

Saints and Sinners series:

Book 1: The Duke and I (Nicolas and Gillian) -
Book 2: A Gentleman’s Vow (Gideon and Jessica) -
Book 3: An Earl of Her Own (Adam and Rebecca) -


About the Author:

Determined to escape the Aussie sun on a scorching camping holiday, Heather picked up a pen and notebook from a corner store and started writing her very first novel—Chills. Eight years later, she is the author of over thirty romances and publisher of several anthologies too. Addicted to all things tech (never again will Heather write a novel longhand) and fascinated by English society of the early 1800’s, Heather spends her days getting her characters in and out of trouble and into bed together (if they make it that far). She lives on the edge of beautiful Lake Macquarie, Australia with her trio of mischievous rogues (husband and two sons) along with one rescued cat whose only interest in her career is that it provides him with food on demand. You can find details of Heather's work at

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#Sale ~ Crescent Creek Bundle by Viviana MacKade ~ @ViviMackade

Crescent Creek Collection by [MacKade, Viviana]

Crescent Creek Bundle
 by Viviana MacKade

PRESALE DEAL – 3 stories, 0.99 cents until release day February 14th
From the cold Canadian border, the US1 runs along the east coast with patience. Southbound, always south, until it reaches the Sunshine State.
Not the fastest way, sure, but if you have time to drive it all the way down, you might find yourself lost in one of the coastal towns that dot the US1 like little jewels.
Maybe that town’s name is Crescent Creek.
These are the stories of its people.

All Those Miles I Walked ~ Crescent Creek 1

All Those Miles I Walked (Crescent Creek Book 1) by [MacKade, Viviana]At eighteen, DJ made a choice–her heart or her dreams. Neither was wrong, yet either would break her heart. She chose the world. Over a decade later, she returns to Crescent Creek and to the one regret she's ever had–Scott.
Scott’s always been steady as a rocky reef. He’d loved once and when she’d left, his strong heart had crumbled like a sandcastle. Now DJ is back, and Scott wants nothing to do with her. If only Eva, his and DJ’s old friend, didn’t need their help. Because of her, he’s stuck with DJ and he’d be damned, she still gets under his skin.
DJ is a free spirit who needs the road under her feet. Scott is a family man who wants to groom his roots. With danger on their doorstep and a baby to keep safe, how much are they willing to compromise for love?

Excerpt from All Those Miles I Walked:

“I was young and scared,” she hissed, briefly recording the older man leaving the room despite Scott’s order.
He turned to face her, resting one hip on the counter and crossing his arms on his chest. “Bullshit. After the test results, there was nothing left to be scared about.”
“I was scared of you,” she breathed out, regretting her words the moment they were uttered.
He said nothing, but one black eyebrow rose in question. One she wasn’t ready to answer, not to him and not like this, in anger. It had taken her years to dig deep enough within herself to fully understand the rush to keep him away, to cut him from her life.
It had taken even more time to get over him. If she ever had.
“I apologize,” she spat out despite a tight throat. “That’s all I wanted to do.” She spun around to get out of the suddenly chilly kitchen.
She stopped, didn’t turn around, one hand already on the door.
“You took 12 year-worth of love away from my life. Gave me no explanation. You’re gonna have to do a lot better than apologize to make me even think about swallowing it.”

Painted Love ~ Crescent Creek 2

Painted Love (Crescent Creek Book 2) by [MacKade, Viviana ]Thou shalt not steal.
Oh, but Florence had, and would do so one last time. Ten pieces her grandfather painted for her because he loved her. Ten pieces her mother lost, along with anything else, for loving the wrong man. She couldn’t get back everything he’d wasted away, but she’d be damned if she’d give up those paintings.
Easy and genuine, Rhett loves his life–his family, his market, his town. Until he meets a British woman with grey eyes and a cute little smile. The woman he’s been waiting for. The thing is, to love her is easy, but can he trust her?
When Rhett pushes to uncover her agenda, Flo knows she will lose something–the man she loves or what she’d been fighting for years. Which road will she choose?

Excerpt from Painted Love:

“Okay, then let me backtrack a moment,” Rhett said. “You’re thirty-four.”
Flo nodded.
“I’m thirty-two. And you, being two years older might be the hottest thing ever.”
Of all the things she’d heard. “How?”
“Are you kidding? With your experience and my youth, we can rewrite what humanity knows about sex.”
“It’s two years,” she said flatly.
“Still, you are older.”
“Well yes, but–”
He closed his eyes, lifted a hand to stop her. “Don’t ruin it for me.”
She motioned to zip her mouth with her fingers.
“In fact,” he added, pulling at the covers until she was bare. “I say we start writing that book right now.”
“I’m ready when you are, boy."

His Midnight Sun ~ Crescent Creek 3

His Midnight Sun (Crescent Creek Book 3) by [MacKade, Viviana]Tormented, fierce, and broken, sculptor Aidan Murphy has judged himself guilty. He yearns for love but pushes everyone away. He longs for acceptance but has lost the key to open his heart. Until he meets Summer Williams. Beautiful and smart, Dr. Williams promises haven for a man who believes he deserves none. All he has to do is let her in and risk his heart and soul.
Summer’s managed to keep her inner light alive, even through tragedy. She’s created a new life for herself and her daughter in Crescent Creek with loving, caring and fun friends–well, except brooding, breathtaking Aidan. She’s used to keeping away from his type, though. All she has to do is ignore the pull of a man who’s turning up to be much more than snarls and storms. Will her compassion and medical instincts let her?
Love can heal a broken soul and shake up a timid heart. Or it can unleash devastation and revenge.
Will Aidan and Summer survive the hurricane?

Excerpt His Midnight Sun:

“I guess I’ll see you with the guys,” Aidan told her, suddenly edgy.
Let’s go eat some fucking ice cream. 
All those words bounced in his head and didn’t get past his mouth because she wasn’t Rhett, a mate he could simply tell to go and do some stupid shit together to chase the bad mood away.
Different–that’s how she felt.
Safe. Like he could let go and whatever he needed to be, she’d accept. Not always agree with it, as it showed on her face sometimes. Nonetheless, she’d accept it.
Should it worry him? A man who’d always been proud of being free and live the way he wanted to, now he wanted more time with her. Did staying there mean losing some of the freedom he loved so much or act accordingly to it? Aidan wasn’t even sure if he cared about it.
But because the road ahead looked unfocused and, for once, how he dealt with a person mattered, he said instead, “Will you be okay?”
“Yes.” Then those eyes were on his, warm, and good, and honest. “Thank you, Aidan. I know this was a stretch for you and I appreciate it all the more.”
She leaned in and hugged him. She went, wrapped her arms around his waist and fucking hugged him. Not like a lover, nor the reach-around of a friend. This was more. Vulnerability hummed in the way she came to him, making him the provider of comfort. And when he closed his arms around her–God, she was so tiny and solid–when he stroked her back, all he wanted was to see her happy.
“Smile, then,” he demanded with half voice, pulling back to see her face, where her lips pulled up at the sides.


Viviana MacKadeBeach bum and country music addicted, Viviana lives in a small Floridian town with her husband and her son, her die-hard fans and personal cheer squad. Besides beaching, she enjoys long walks, horse-riding, hiking, and pretty much whatever she can do outside with her family.

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