Genre: Nominally YA/NA, general fiction
Release Date: 27 January 2017
Publisher: Matador

Kerryl Shaw has always kept a diary, but this one is different because she knows she is going to die.
A highly infectious and incurable virus spreads worldwide. Seventeen-year-old Kerryl lives with her family on a remote farm. They think they will be safe, but the danger advances. One day a stranger arrives, and it soon becomes apparent that he has brought the plague to their door.
Kerryl is sure it’s only a matter of time before she catches the infection and dies, and decides to record what she thinks will be her final days. She realises that her diary will never be read, so she imagines a reader and calls him Adam. Loneliness and isolation affect the balance of her mind. Little by little Adam comes alive to her, and she sets off across the moor to meet him.
 
 
EXTRACT
 
       Introductions are boring, but unless I take time to explain things it will be confusing for you. Me first. Not very polite, I know, but it’s probably the best place to start.
       My name is Kerryl – or that’s what my family and friends call me. My proper name is Cheryl. Cheryl Alison Shaw. They call me the Paradise Girl. Don’t get excited – it sounds sexy but it’s not. I’m seventeen years old and still a virgin. I’m not a nun, I’ve been out with loads of boys – Tim, Mark (two of them), Nathan, Jake, Tristram, Steve – but I wasn’t that keen on any of them and they didn’t last. The exception was Mark II. He was older than me, fearsomely good looking and he had a nice car. I thought he was really hot. When I wasn’t with him I was thinking about him. But it seems he wasn’t as keen as me, and one day my best friend, Josie, told me that he was going out with Monica Woodbridge and saying I was a frigid cow. It seems everybody knew I’d been dumped and I was the last to find out.
The worst thing was the shock. I thought Monica Woodbridge was my friend. As well as that, all the girls in our group had been going out with the same boys for a long time, but I seemed to keep a boyfriend for only a few weeks. Was there something wrong with me? To be honest, I’m not a great beauty. I don’t mean I’m a train wreck or anything. I’m not bad looking, but I’m not like Charlene Brooker or Suzy Simmonds. They’re electric, both of them. Charlene could be a model, and Suzy’s always surrounded by a gang of drooling boys.
They’re gone now: Charlene, Suzy, Josie, Monica, all of them.
       Sorry for the break there. I had to stop to have a little weep. I’ll try not to do too much of that. I suppose I can console myself with one thing: with everyone else dead, I must be the most beautiful girl in the world!
 

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Phill Featherstone was born and brought up in the north of England. He trained as a teacher and taught English in comprehensive schools. In the late 1990s he and his wife, Sally, founded a publishing company specialising in education books for the early years. In 2008 the business was acquired by Bloomsbury, after which they moved to Yorkshire. He now spends his time writing, travelling, on the arts and on conservation work. Phill has degrees from Cambridge and Leicester Universities, and is a member of the Society of Authors. Paradise Girl is his third novel, although the first to be published.

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Title: Dax (Bad Boys of Willow Valley)
Author: Shannyn Leah
Genre: Contemporary Small Town Romance
 
About Dax: Dax is the first book in Willow Valley’s Bad Boy stand-alone series. These hot contemporary romance books feature alpha males heroes and strong, independent women.
 
Fall in love with Dax Coyln, a volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic for his restoration business. He’s strong, solid, independent, until tragedy strikes that could tear him to the ground.
 
 
It’s hard to resist a Good Man who’s a Bad Boy
 
Dax Colyn is one of the bad boys of Willow Valley. A fearless volunteer firefighter and hard ass mechanic, he makes all the woman swoon and he likes it that way. He keeps people at a distance since his mother died. He doesn’t want to let anyone in, much less a woman he knows he could fall in love with

Ava Anderson keeps people away, too. Haunted by her tortured past and constantly fearful of the future, it’s only her daughter Olivia and Dax’s dad Rowdy that she’s let in.

But when tragedy strikes, it pushes Dax and Ava together, forcing them both to let go of their fears. They soon learn how hard it is to keep pretending and how easy it is to let others in. Especially when those people are family.

 
BONUS EXCERPT:

“Dax?” She’d moved directly beside him and he felt her warmth radiate near his arm. “Rowdy says you haven’t gone back to the hospital for a follow up on your shoulder.”
She set the princess-patterned bag on his desk before he could reply, not that he needed to answer her. They both knew he hadn’t gone back to see the doctor. He hated hospitals.
A couple weeks back on their way back to the station after dousing a farm fire, the new guy had driven off the road and flipped the fire truck on its side, sending all five of the men to the hospital. Had the ambulance driver not given him a choice, he wouldn’t have gone in the first place.
Big deal. Firefighters got muscle sprains all the time. Although his shoulder was being a pain and not healing. He should have gone for the follow up, but he could scrounge up a thousand excuses to hold it off, too.
Ava unzipped Olivia’s knapsack and pulled out a container of gel. “Let me see your shoulder.” Her teacher’s tone again. Damn woman.
“Ava—”
“I didn’t ask. Take off your shirt, Dax.”
He leaned back in his chair to get a better look at her. He put on his famously seductive grin and tapered his eyes. “I’ve been trying to get you out of your shirt for years and you think you can come into my office and, after one demand, think I’m going to just strip for you? Do you think I’m that easy?”
Her lips curved upwards. “You are that easy.”
“Take yours off,” he retorted.
Her jaw tightened, as did the grip on the jar in her hands. Humor swept away, her eyes didn’t waver from his, and he watched desire heat up in them. The attraction between them resonated around the four walls of his office and he knew sex with her would be mind-blowing. Except, he’d never sleep with her. He couldn’t. As much as he teased and flirted, at the end of the day, they didn’t mix. Hot and cold. Water and fire. Besides, his dad would whoop him good and serve him up for dinner if it ever went that far.
Ava’s fingers grasped the edge of her blue and white plaid blouse and hiked the material high enough to see her naval.
Goddamit. They were in his office and the wall overlooking the shop was encased with windows.
He caught her wrist, conflicted with wanting more, all of her and not wanting any of her at all.
“Alright,” he growled, pulling her shirt back down over her denim shorts.
He stood up, ignoring what looked a hell of a lot like hurt in her eyes and yanked his own black T-shirt over his head. He balled it up, frustration invading his hands and tossed it onto his desk.
“If I’d known it was that easy to get your shirt off, I would have flashed my sprained shoulder a helluva long time ago.”
One thing was for certain, the teasing had to end. She’d never given an inch and today she’d have given a whole damn foot.
 
 
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Contemporary romance author Shannyn Leah loves olives, lip gloss and reading (and writing) romance novels. Her love of words started at an early age and soon grew until, during her teenage years, she’d started writing her own novels. When her mom pushed to finally publish some of the stories, she quickly amassed two complete romance series (By The Lake and Caliendo Resort series) and, in 2016, released her first Fantasy Romance entitled The Gatekeepers (Part One of the Winters Rising series).
When she's not writing contemporary romance books into the early hours of the morning, Shannyn can be found antiquing with her two favorite people, her momma and sister, in their picturesque London, Ontario hometown.
 
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Which word came first?
Rumbustious or Rambunctious.

I’ll give you a hint. One didn’t exist in 1817
Do you know which?
Rumbustious had been used in England since 1777
While the American term first showed up in 1830.
However, the actual meaning of the words is very similar, only one is stated in British words and the other is stated in American words. Thus, it is believed that Rambunctious was derived from the English word Rumbustious, only the Americans wished to change it a bit.
What I find odd, is the word wasn’t established in the roaring 1820s to describe the behavior of the wild, out of control young adults. If ever there was a time to declare someone rambunctious it was then. Instead, it waits until the fall of Wall Street and the Great Depression to make itself known
I honestly cannot imagine a time that was less ‘rambunctious’ than the 1930’s.
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Talk about missed timing….

BLURB

Thanks to the Duke of Rochester’s generosity and the death of Wickham, Lydia Bennet is now a wealthy, independent woman. When Lydia takes residence in the finest house in the West End, her brother-in-law, Darcy, is concerned that she is ‘over her head’.
Despite his concerns, Darcy retrieves his sister, Georgiana, from Pemberley and places her in Lydia’s home. The two young ladies, both recently widowed, form a strong sisterly bond and soon set out to find love again.
 
Unfortunately, the man Lydia wishes to marry, David, the Duke of Rochester, is already contracted to marry another woman. When Lydia discovers the fiancée plans to murder David and his sons, she rallies her servants and friends, determined to stop the murderess at all costs. Will Lydia’s love of David and his boys triumph, or will the “Lady of Death” continue her path of destruction?
 
EXCERPT

Two weeks later, Lydia broached a problem when Darcy arrived to visit. “Is Eliza still unaware that Georgiana is living with me?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, she is aware?” Lydia challenged.
“No. She is not yet aware,” Darcy replied.
“She’s going to find out the first time you take us to a ball.”
“To be perfectly honest, I don’t know how to broach the topic with her. I fear she will see this as an unforgivable betrayal.”
“I believe she would. So, may I suggest we all agree that Georgiana arrived just today. She will naturally insist Georgiana be retrieved at once, but tell her the children will be too rumbustious for your timid sister; so you sent her here, since we have much in common—being close to the same age and both widows. She will object to the matter, naturally. You can then assure her, if Georgiana and I do not get along, you will retrieve her at once. You can even tell her the death of Wickham has quieted me down a bit.”
Darcy laughed. “Not so very much, but for that I am glad. I rather enjoy your forthright nature. I expect you to be a favorite with the gentlemen as well. I only ask that you keep Georgiana safe.”
“I promise you. I want Georgiana to be both safe and happy.”
Darcy kissed her hand. “I will follow your suggestion and tell Eliza she just arrived today. You are aware, my wife will want to see her at once.”
“And will insist she’ll be much happier in your house—yes, I am aware. Since she will need time to realize Georgiana and I have bonded as sisters, perhaps you should delay the news until you contact the lady hosting whatever ball you planned to attend tonight and add us to the list. Tell the woman we have just arrived in town and we are both young widows who have recently ended our mourning time.”
Darcy frowned. “You have not yet mourned for a year.”
“Darcy, I haven’t the time nor inclination to mourn for a year. Georgiana would be terrified to come out if I were not at her side. And you know very well that no man wants a dour wife. I can make her smile and laugh. Georgiana needs me to be at her side.”
Darcy gripped her hands. “You are correct on both accounts. The change in my sister’s countenance since she met you has been remarkable. Without question, you have improved her chances of entering a good marriage. I will speak no more about the mourning period. However, I expect Eliza will make an issue of it.”
“I have no doubt she will do so in the privacy of your home. However, she is far too proper to share my shameful act to the world, for my shame would become hers.”
 
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Liza O’Connor’s favorite books are Pride & Prejudice and Douglas Adams’ four book trilogy, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Go figure…
Raised in the southern mid-section of U.S., Liza escaped to the East Coast once out of college. She’s worked as a journalist, a radio DJ, a security guard, a stock broker, a strategist, and a business solutions consultant to name a few of her many occupations.  Again…go figure.
She learned to fly planes, jump out of planes, hang-glide, kayak and scuba dive, to name of few of her ‘let’s kill Liza’ sports. However, her favorite activity is to hike with her dog Jess among the shaved mountains of NJ.
 
 
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​Lydia is back! While I can’t say I liked her much in Book 1, I did find her fascinating and entertaining, intriguing and very authentic. And in her own way, she wasn’t just unique but also not entirely unjustified in her rash and rakish actions. It was nice to see she hasn’t changed too much in this sequel but does indeed take a step forward.
 
One of the sentences in this book sums up Lydia for me. She says, “The past does not define us, Wickham. The future is ours to create.” That’s her right there, in a nutshell. And that’s not so bad, isn’t it? In fact, I kept thinking while reading “she isn’t so bad”—and then she’d go and do something scandalous and I shook my head again, but with a laugh. And I have to agree with Mr. Darcy when he admits to Lydia, “There’s so much more to you than one first sees.” Elizabeth is involved in the story too, and interestingly, she causes quite some distress until all is revealed.
 
It was lovely to get more of Mr. Darcy too (yes, he’s my weakness). And his sister Georgiana was a nice surprise. I’d never have thought it possible, but the author made the friendship between Georgiana and Lydia work. And she made it very believable for Lydia to not only fall in love with another man after Wickham dies but to also discover she has maternal feelings buried deep down. I cheered  her on in a way I’d never have thought possible in a certain situation where she saves the day (sorry, spoilers, can’t reveal more). And I might’ve shed a tear of joy when she got her happy ending.
 
Rating: 5/5
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Genre: Contemporary women’s fiction
Release Date: 25 August 2017
Publisher: Accent Press
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Sometimes the hardest person to be honest with is yourself…
Five years ago Helen Walters walked out on her ‘perfect’ life with the ‘perfect’ man. Wealthy, glamorous and bored, she longed for something more.
Now a talented artist with a small business, Helen creates crazy patchwork crafts to support her young daughter, Megan. Penniless, content and single, she is almost unrecognisable.
But when her past unexpectedly collides with her new life, Helen finds herself torn. She knows what the easiest choice is, but is it what she wants?
 
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Kate writes contemporary women’s fiction, mainly set in her favourite county of Lancashire,
where she lives with her husband, daughter and hyperactive cat.
She is a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association.
Kate’s debut novel, The Magic of Ramblings, won the RNA’s Joan Hessayon Award for new writers in 2017.

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​1) What made you choose Vishpala out of all the mythological characters you could have chosen?
I like to write about forgotten stories or remote stories from the ancient past. In a way it kindles my creative abilities by prodding me to delve deeper into character imagination. I discovered Vishpala when I was searching for an ancient female warrior. Being the first recipient of a prosthetic limb made her stand apart from other female warriors. I found the story to be compelling from a social as well as civilizational stand point.

2) Is there a particular book you've read that inspired you to write mythological fiction?
I was fascinated with this genre ever since childhood. In Telugu Classical literature, the genre flourished and peaked in the 16th Century. But among the modern writing, Krishnavatara by KM Munshi has to be credited for churning my creative wheels. In reading and experiencing Lord Krishna in the 7 volume series, I discovered the joys of reimaging the past with active inquiry.

3) If you had to describe Avishi in five words, which would you choose?
I think Avishi is characterised by courage, compassion, forethought, wit and leadership

4) Do you write with a detailed outline or do you see where the story takes you while writing?
Panstingor writing as the unseen storyteller commands our finger tips has its own joys. But given the complexity of the genre I attempt, I found that a level of outlining helps me anchor myself. Often, the outline seldom stays in its initial form and transforms itself through the whole writing process.
 
5) Are any similar books or sequels planned for the future?
Right now, I am wrapping up a sequel to Abhaya, written from the POV of Mauri, the daughter of Mura. I don’t have a sequel to Avishi planned in the next couple of months, but the world of Rig Veda is still under explored and I might come back to explore one or two of the sub plots from Avishi. Let us see what the future has in store. :-)
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Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: Nov 8th 2017
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

​When local journalist, Tori Peterson, fails to prevent a child abduction outside her niece’s school, her horror and guilt sparks a vow to do whatever it takes to get little Abby Brady home to her parents.
While Tori battles the vile memories of her own kidnapping as a child, she accepts the help of widowed father, Mark Bolton. As he and Tori join forces with the local police, their attraction and intimacy grows…along with their fears for Abby.
Links are uncovered between Abby’s disappearance and Tori’s kidnapping, and Tori is forced to accept the monster who held her captive is back. But this time, Tori is all grown up, and there is no way she will let him hurt another little girl.
 
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EXTRACT
It wasn’t the just the smell of fresh air and sandalwood that alerted Tori to the fact Mark had joined them. It was the way his shadow fell over her as though covering her body with his wide, deep and potentially dangerous protectiveness.
She didn’t bother to look at him...even though her Cally was seriously looking. Tori lifted her hand in a half-hearted wave. “Take a seat, superhero.”
“I will.” He sat beside her. “Thank you.”
Every now and then, when she was alone at home, she’d picked up a book. And every now and then, Tori would toss the book across the room whenever she read the words, “the air crackled between them.” Well, whatever instantly plagued the atmosphere between her and Mark as she forced her gaze to his, she was loath to call it crackling. Maybe humming… screaming… burning… but definitely not crackling.
She swallowed. “What are you doing here?”
“Olivia’s staying at a friend’s. I was at a loose end.”
Despite her best efforts to fight her smile, it was ruthless and broke through her barriers like they were made of sugar paper. “Loose end, my ass. You were no doubt pacing around the house and doing everything you could not to get in the car and go get her.”
He smiled and put a glass on the table. “Merlot, right?”

Rachel lives with her husband and two teenage daughters in a small town near Bath in the UK. After having several novels published by small US presses, she secured agent representation in 2011. Since 2013, she has had seven books published by Harlequin Superromance (Templeton Cove Stories) and an eighth coming in Jan 2018. She also has four Victorian romances with eKensington/Lyrical Press.
Rachel is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association and Romance Writers of America, and was selected to mentor the Superromance finalist of So You Think You Can Write 2014 contest. When she isn’t writing, you’ll find Rachel with her head in a book or walking the beautiful English countryside with her family. Her dream place to live is Bourton-on-the-Water in South West England.

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Earlier this year, Mike Wells and I released another co-authored novel, Book 4 in the romantic suspense series "Forbidden". It ended on a cliffhanger - but you've been left hanging for long enough. Book 5 is on sale now! Below are the buy links and an exclusive first excerpt as this week's Sneak Peek Sunday snippet.
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​Blurb:

Feeling that she has no other choice, Jayne Clark trusts her instincts and takes the blackmail problem into her own hands. As she chases the criminal all over Europe, her business partner, Beatrice, becomes increasingly angry with her for not shouldering her share of the responsibility at the restaurant. Jayne feels tremendous pressure preparing the grand opening, searching for the blackmailer at the same time and trying to keep her fractured relationship with Robert intact. Is she really ‘losing it' under the all the stress, or—as unlikely as it seems—is she on the right track?

Excerpt:

​“Un momento,” the waiter said sympathetically. “I ask-a somebody for ‘elp who speak good English.”

He vanished into the cafe, and she heard raised voices talking in almost superhuman speed.

A moment later, the man returned with a short, heavyset man in a cowboy hat.

“You want go Nahunta?”

“No, I want to go to Cunheira.”

“No, you want go to Nahunta.”

“No, I want to go to Cunheira.”

The man in the cowboy hat gave a shrug. “Nahunta, Cunheira, same thing.”

Jayne frowned. “How can they be the same place?”

The man shrugged again and nodded to one of the pickup trucks. “I can take you most way there.”

She looked at the truck. “Cunheira…?”

He smiled. “Sí, Cunheira.”

Jayne felt a little uneasy. She looked him over—the man was clean and relatively well dressed, in jeans and a checkered shirt. He had a pen and sunglasses sticking out of his pocket. She could see a beaded wooden crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror. He seemed relatively harmless.

“How much?” Jayne said.

He waved his hand, “I no taxi, I take you there free, on way to my farm.”

Jayne hesitated, and he shrugged and went over to the truck and climbed in.

She quickly left enough money on the table to pay for her food, grabbed her carry on, and hoisted it into the back of the truck before the man could get back out and help her.

 
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Fifteen minutes later the truck was winding through the lush green foothills outside of Astorga on a two-lane highway. The town’s Santa Maria Cathedral, which Jayne had read about online, was now occasionally visible in the distance on the right-hand side of the road—apparently it was the main tourist attraction here, a gigantic baroque structure with a number of spires and towers.

The man in the cowboy hat, whose name Jayne learned was Horacio, had switched on the truck’s radio. Spanish folk music was blaring over the speakers. He drove fast, as if he was late for something, and kept glancing at his watch.

“Why you want go to Nahunta?” he said.

“Cunheira,” she corrected.

“Sí.” Horacio glanced at her clothes and espadrilles. “You do not seem like type.”

Type? she thought. She supposed he meant he didn’t look like a hiker. She told him the same lie that she’d given the waiter about being an archaeology graduate student.

“Ah,” he said, nodding. “Ruins, I seen them up there.” He laughed. “We have such ruins everywhere in Spain! We pay them no attention.”

Suddenly he slowed and turned down a dirt road that began to climb much more steeply, avoiding potholes, the interior of the vehicle rattling, the crucifix swinging wildly. “Matías good man. He take you to Na—Cunheira.” Horacio motioned helplessly. “My truck cannot go there, not possible.”

“I see,” Jayne said. She supposed that Matías had an SUV or a jeep.

They continued around several craggy hills covered in scrub and finally came to a stop in front of a makeshift trailer, made of rusted aluminum. The area around it was scattered with junk—old washing machines, refrigerators, barrels, plastic water jugs, an old mattress…

The driver got out of the truck, grabbed Jayne’s carry-on from the back, and they walked through the dirt up to the entrance, the door hanging a little askew.

“Matías!” Horacio screamed at the top of his lungs. “Matías!”

They entered the shack, which was dimly lit inside. Jayne could hear what she thought were chickens clucking somewhere out back.

A rail thin man with a scraggly beard, about thirty, wandered inside from that direction, his dirty hand grasping a bottle of wine by the neck. Shirtless, he wore a pair of ragged trousers and was barefoot.

He squinted at them in the dim light, then let out a belch that Jayne could smell from where she stood.

“She want-a go Nahunta!” Horacio shouted. His voice was so loud that Jayne jumped.

“Sorry,” Horacio said to Jayne and pointed at his own ear. “Matías cannot hear so good.”

Matías squinted at her, glanced down at her clothes, and looked back at Horacio. He took a swig of the wine, then asked a question in Spanish.

Horacio motioned to her. “He wants to know if you brought your own donkey?”

Jayne laughed. “No, I left him at home.”

Neither man cracked a smile.

Matías reluctantly set the wine bottle down on a table and motioned for Jayne to follow him outside. They were soon standing out in the bright sunshine again, passing through a clucking flock of chickens, and went around the corner, where two gray donkeys were tied to a tree.

“Are you kidding me?” Jayne said, looking at Horacio.

He pointed his brown hand up the boulder-strewn slope of the mountain. “Only possible go up Nahunta by donkey, cannot drive. Matías take you there, no problem.”

(Book 6 will release on the 14th of November. You can pre-order it here.)