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Love and Charity, By Fiona Miers

5/23/2016

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A Contemporary Sexy Romance- Release date- 20th May 2016

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​Blurb: In the city of Melbourne, Australia, Emily is working night and day as a solicitor. During the week she is a corporate lawyer, making enough money to pay off her own house, and her mother’s. After spending her whole life under the threat of losing her home and watching her mother survive a broken marriage, she is determined to never be in the same situation. On the weekends she donates her time at a charity- Ellen's House, to help women in need to escape those same situations her mother was once in. She is determined to succeed and has time for only one love in her life, and that's her work. 

Running his own Architecture business, Nathan Johnson lives to succeed. He set up Ellen's House- his charity for women, after his mother dies of abuse at the hands of his father. Determined to never be anything like the man who raised him, he keeps his work at the fore front of his life, and his women as un-important as possible. He may not be able to make up for the sins of the past, but he is determined not to repeat them; and that means never letting his guard down again. 

They're perfectly matched and yet they clash at every turn. A man with so many layers he's not sure which personality is truly his, and a woman who's heart is big enough to love all of him.
 
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Author bio: Fiona Miers has a super busy life, like most modern women, but always finds time for reading and writing romance. Her love affair with the romance genre started when she was only 11 years old, when her mother, and nana, handed her, her first mills and boon.
Since then she's built her own business, become a mother to two beautiful little girls, and fallen in love with the most spectacular man on the planet. (JMHO)
Fiona writes MF contemporary and historical romance, writing more erotic stories under the pen name Tamsin Baker.
Thank you for reading this, and hopefully you'll love reading about her characters as much as she loved creating them.

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fiona.miers@gmail.com
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​Excerpt:
Nathan smiled at her and placed the file next to the phone. He’d do more than sort that one out. He’d never work with that building company again.
Emily gave him a nod and began to back away. His belly clenched and his breath caught in his throat.
No. Stop!
“Emily, we should talk about Saturday night.”
“No.” She practically fired the word at him, then shook her head and stared at the ground, red highlighting her high cheekbones.
“I mean about Eleanor’s House. I believe I may have over reacted to what you said to everyone.”
She stopped backing away and glanced up, her eyes bright and wary.
Something twisted deep in his chest. He swallowed hard.
“No, I was wrong to push you, Nate. I know I was. Whatever happened… I take responsibility for.”
He shrugged and let his lips lift into a semblance of a smile. He was giving her an apology and an out, and she wasn’t taking it. He liked that.
“Well, let’s forget about it and you can tell me more about your career aspirations over dinner.”
“Oh. No Nate, we shouldn’t. I mean…”
He chuckled and stood up, rounding his desk and heading towards her. He didn’t stop when she gasped and jumped away from him, just kept moving forward, reaching out to shut the door and looked directly at her for the first time.
“Oh, I’m Nate again, am I?”
She softly whacked him on the chest. “Stop it, you know what I mean.”
“No, what do you mean?”
She glared at him, that fire that he so loved about her, returning. “I mean… we can’t go out for dinner again!”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my client and it would be inappropriate.”
He heaved a sigh and stuck both hands into his trouser pockets. Those same excuses were not going to fly with him now. He’d tasted her lips, held her body through the best night’s sleep he’d had in decades and he missed her. He couldn’t continue like this.
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Notes & ROses by Rozenn Scott

2/26/2016

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RELEASE 26 February 2016



Blurb:
Cody is running from the ghosts of his past. Will Megan's love be enough for him to make a stand?
With his stalker behind bars, former boy band singer CJ Taylor is starting a new life. He’s bought a house in a small Vermont town, and taken back the name he was born with. Two years have passed since he was last in the public eye and as Cody Brennan, he’s finally feeling safe. Desperate to find some peace, all he wants is to connect to the music in his head, write new lyrics and forget the tragedy in his past.
What he doesn’t count on is meeting Megan. From her amber eyes to her tempting smile, she is everything he thought he could do without, the very thing he promised himself to avoid. But he’s thrown into her family and her life, and suddenly he’s found a place he wants to stay.
Megan Campbell is horrified when a stranger, covered in blood, collapses in her shop. When that same stranger, wild and angry, abruptly becomes someone very different, it’s not her safety she is worrying about, it’s her heart.
Megan’s first instinct is to tame the powerful attraction she has to this stranger, but very soon desire becomes something more. Between them can they find the words to make things right? And can they stay safe long enough to fall in love?

Edited by
Olivia Ventura

Word Count
61,100






Excerpt

Megan Campbell stepped away from the cash register of Notes & Roses and leaned against the back counter. She put her right hand in her jeans pocket and, as carefully and unobtrusively as possible, she removed her cell phone and scrolled to Justin’s name. What should she send to her brother? Help sounded like a good start. Or possibly, there’s a man in my shop and I think he’s drunk or stoned.

Yep, send something like that to Justin, and he would come in all guns blazing. Then he’d pin the weird guy to the floor and read him his rights. And the man currently staring at a wall didn’t look dangerous, just lost. Homeless, maybe?

Something more considered then, like, there is a vagrant in here, and he needs help, what should I do? The man moved a little. Away from her side of the store, the “roses” part of the setup, and over to the “notes” side. He was peering at the shelves; a collection of stationery and household bits and pieces like cushions and local crafts. He stumbled a little, turned to the side, and looked up at the display of posters on the far wall. Landscapes of Vermont; rivers, small towns, and red high-sided barns with gently rolling hills of emerald green.

“That’s wrong,” he said.

“Sorry?” Megan asked, but he didn’t reply.

He’s talking to the wall now. Should she add that to the text as well? This was going to end up being one hell of a lot of typing to explain what he was doing. Despite how odd it all looked, the visitor wasn’t threatening her. Also, Rachel would be back soon. Maybe between them they could sort this out?

He hadn’t even spoken to her, but something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the way he’d been standing, his hands in fists at his sides, staring now at the new Valentine’s wall display of flowers and hearts. Maybe it was the way he was dressed; dark jeans caked in mud, heavy boots that had tracked in the same mud. Not to mention the black hoodie with the hood partially hiding his face from her view.

Or maybe it was the despair in his hunched shoulders, the utter defeat in the way he had to support himself to stand.

Whatever it was, Megan was faced with two options. Talk to the strange man in her shop while she was alone in here, or call in reinforcements in case things went south.

Her visitor moved, not his feet, but his fists, unclenching and bringing his hands up to knuckle his eyes and then cover them. Megan’s cop brother liked to explain these things to her, but she didn’t need his help to recognize when despair in someone turned to anger.

She sent the standard 911 text, startled when she looked up and saw the stranger had stepped closer to her while she’d been distracted.

“Where am I?” he asked, his voice very soft.

“You’re in my shop.”

He shook his head. “I need the music. Someone took it, and I need it.”

Okay, this was so not going the way she wanted it to go. He was incoherent. Maybe he was homeless and needed a place to get out of the persistent snow that had plagued Stanford Creek the last few days. He’d evidently been somewhere slushy and muddy, if his clothes were anything to go by.

“I don’t understand, sir; what music do you need?” she asked, and waited for him to acknowledge her question. Instead, he took another, shaky, step forward, and covered his eyes again. “Hello? Can I help you?” she repeated when he didn’t look at her.

That finally got his attention. His hands came down, and she got her first clear look at his eyes and face. What she saw had her reaching to send another text. He had blood on him, smeared down from his temple into his wild beard, and his blue eyes were bright with something. Drugs maybe? Long dark hair hid some of his features, and he looked like he was about to keel over.

“Where’s the music?” he mumbled, his voice low and urgent. He gripped his temples hard and stumbled back, knocking a display of greeting cards to the floor. The sound was a loud clatter in the otherwise quiet room. “Shit… I didn’t…”

“Sir?” This time she was within reaching distance as he rounded on her, his lips pulled back in a snarl—or a grimace of pain, she couldn’t be entirely sure. Whatever, it wasn’t the look of someone who wanted to be spoken to. Time to leave. She glanced at the front door, then the fire exit. He was between her and the only possible ways out, and she was trapped. When she focused back on him, all she saw was a situation that could get out of hand. He was a good six inches taller than her five-nine, broad and built, with tattoos curling around his wrist, disappearing up under the sleeve of the hoodie.

Everything about him looked wrong. He didn’t move again, or even acknowledge her; all he did was stare with bright sapphire eyes, focused on a point behind her, scary and intense and so damned fixated with his expression in that scowl.

“What happened?” He groaned and covered his eyes again. “Call… Zee…”

She texted without looking, only glancing at the screen briefly to make sure she was sending another text to her brother and not some random person on her list. 911. Again. The standard sibling instruction for help me right the hell now, reserved for having one of her brothers rescue her from one of her many dreadful first dates. Garrett wasn’t even in town, so there was little point texting him, and Justin may not even be in the sheriff’s office. She hoped to hell he was, though, and had read her message. She’d know soon enough because the small sheriff’s office was close.

And still the stranger stood there, staring at her. At least he hadn’t moved any closer.

He closed his eyes and wiped at the blood that was trickling down his face, looking down at his hand and staring at the red that streaked his skin. She thought she heard a sob, but couldn’t be sure. Compassion welled inside her. Vagrant or not, dressed in soiled clothes and with the hood up, he didn’t have to be a criminal.

“Sir? Do you need help?” She held out her hand, but he stepped closer to her and damn it, she may have had self-defense training, but she wasn’t stupid. If the man was hopped up on drugs, she had to stay out of reach. The door opened, and Justin stepped in, all uniform and pissed-off attitude.

“Two 911s? This had better be good, Megs.”

Megan inclined her head to the man Justin evidently hadn’t seen in his dramatic entrance. Justin could handle himself, and he had a gun; he’d know what to do.

“What the hell?” Justin said as he assessed the situation, his hand automatically resting on his holstered weapon.

“I think it’s drugs,” she said loud enough for Justin to hear. The man looked at Justin and then to her, before shaking his head a little.

“No.” The voice was raspy, little more than a growl. “Not those.” He appeared to be struggling to talk, and he pressed his hands to each side of his head. “Just the music; Zee will know,” he added, but his voice slurred, and he coughed and doubled over.

Justin pulled his weapon and held it to one side, his other hand held in front of him as he stepped closer. “Sir? Are you hurt?”

Megan saw her brother’s hand on the sidearm, the other placating and suggesting and warning at the same time. She’d seen him stand like this when he broke up the fight at the drugstore. Not that he’d drawn his weapon then; he’d dealt with it by intimidation alone, because everyone involved lived in the town and no one messed with the sheriff. Megan looked at her brother, who teased her, who’d hidden her dolls and pulled her pigtails as a kid, but who was now in a situation that was serious. He was all business.

“What’s your name, sir?” Justin asked.

The stranger stepped back from him, straight into a pile of notebooks this time. The shelf shuddered and some of the display tilted. The movement translated into Justin grabbing the man’s hoodie to stop him falling as he flailed and attempted to stay upright.

He took a swing at Justin, who ducked and swerved. The attempted hit missed Justin by a mile, and the man followed the momentum he had begun, smacked his fist against a shelf edge, and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Then he didn’t move, was absolutely still. Justin holstered his weapon and crouched next to the prone form of the hooded man, checking for a pulse and then talking into his radio.

“Dispatch, 390D, medical assistance required at Notes & Roses.”

Megan didn’t hear the response; she came out from behind the counter and stood next to her brother. The adrenaline that had flooded her to deal with this was beginning to ebb, and she went down in the same crouch. The hood had fallen back and exposed his hair. The stranger was young; maybe the same age as her, and a long cut on his temple oozed fresh blood. Thinking on her feet, she located a clean tea towel from the small kitchen in the back and as an afterthought grabbed the first aid box. There was nothing more than Band-Aids and small bandages in it, but there may be something in there to press against the wound, something sterile.

Justin took the box and the towel and pressed the cloth against the man’s temple.

“Who is he?” Justin asked.

Megan frowned at the unconscious man. “I have no idea.”

“What was he doing in the shop?”

Megan glanced at her brother and resisted the urge to give him a sarcastic sister-type comeback. She needed to be professional.

“He came in and stood in the ‘notes’ side, staring at the wall.”

“And he didn’t say anything?”

“Something about wanting music and the letter Z. And when I asked him if he needed help, he turned and stared at me like he didn’t know where he was.”

“What the hell, Megan? You talked to him?”

“Well, what was I supposed to do? He was a customer, and looked like he needed help.”

“What did I tell you about drug addicts?” Justin snapped.

“The same as attackers, drunks, and anyone else who got anywhere near me, call you. I did that.”

The man on the floor moved, his eyes flickering open and staring up at Justin and Megan. “I don’t feel…” He never finished the sentence, his eyes closing again.

All Megan could think was, whoever he was, he had pretty eyes, the kind of blue that jumped out at you and screamed gorgeous. She couldn’t see much of his face, covered as it was with a bushy beard and blood.

“Should we find his ID or something?”

“SOP is not to go searching in drug addicts’ pockets,” Justin said with exaggerated patience.

“You think he’s a drug addict?”

The door chimed again, but it wasn’t the paramedics yet. Instead her business partner and cousin, Rachel, stood in the door, her jaw dropped and the cold of the rain blustering in behind her.

“Shut the door,” Justin and Megan said at the same time. Rachel closed the door with care, and her expression didn’t change.

“Why is there a man lying on the floor of our shop?” she managed. Then she stepped closer, staring down at John Doe, and her eyebrows climbed before she paled and grabbed hold of the nearest display. “Shit, there’s so much blood. Is he dead?” Like he’d heard her speak, the man coughed and curled in on himself on one side, muttering something, and she stumbled backward with a yelp.

“He’s clearly not dead,” Justin said. “Drugs, head wound, we don’t know yet.” Then he spoke into his radio. “Dispatch, do we have an ETA on the paramedics?”

“Three minutes out.”

“Ten-four, dispatch.”

“Is he bleeding out?” Rachel asked, her hand on her chest and her skin pale. Megan frowned; they really should get Rachel out of here. She’d never liked blood, not since the incident where she’d broken her arm in kindergarten and the bone had pierced the skin.

“Not enough blood for that,” Justin said.

“Do we know who he is?” Rachel asked. “Should we check his wallet or something? He could be here with someone?” She glanced out the shop window as if expecting the man’s friends or family to be searching for him.

“I can’t look for his wallet yet,” Justin explained. “SOP with suspected addicts.”

“SOP?” Rachel half whispered as an aside.

“Standard operating procedure,” Megan whispered back. “The guy could have needles on him.”

“What about the recovery position?” Rachel pointed out. “Should we at least move him?”

Justin indicated the unconscious man with a wave of his hand. “Think he already did it himself.”

Then in silence they stood and waited for the paramedics to arrive, and all that time Megan stared down at the stranger, memorizing every bump and scratch on his face. What a waste. He could be so handsome, almost pretty, with those stunning sky eyes and the plump lips. He’d be a killer if he smiled, she thought.

“He doesn’t smell,” Rachel commented, even though she wrinkled her nose. She gestured at him. “And those jeans? They’re an expensive brand you know. So he’s probably not homeless.”

Megan didn’t feel much like discussing the unconscious man. She wanted the help to get here soon.

The paramedics arrived and in a flurry of motion, they asked rapid questions of Megan, which she couldn’t answer in full. “Did he have a fit? Did he choke?” She answered as best she could and hoped that was enough for them to have some idea what had happened. They checked John Doe’s vitals, hefted him onto a gurney, and left, all without the man regaining consciousness. Justin followed soon after, giving Megan a quick hug and extracting a promise from her to stay safe, and then it was Rachel and Megan alone in the shop.

Rachel looked anywhere except at the blood and Megan knew she had to get her out of the shop. “You go up to Carter’s and get some fresh coffee.”

“You need help,” Rachel began. She looked torn as she gestured at the floor.

“I’ll clear this up. Go.”

“What if someone else comes in?”

“Another vagrant covered in blood?” Megan smiled as she said it. She hoped she’d had her full quota of vagrants for this year.

“You never know,” Rachel said, frowning.

“Go.”

Rachel looked at the door and back at Megan, as if she were expecting another strange man to come in while she was out and was worried about leaving her. Megan went back to the small storage room at the back of the store. She pulled out the mop and bucket and the cleaning supplies and by the time she came back out Rachel had gone. She wasn’t surprised. Evidently alongside her phobia about blood, Rachel had analyzed the situation with her rational, logical approach and had decided Megan could manage another strange man collapsing on their floor if she had to. Megan cleaned up the smears of scarlet and the tracked-in mud, and realigned all the notebooks and stationery on the knocked shelf. While she worked, all she could think was despite the shock and drama of what had happened, the man with the beautiful sapphire eyes hadn’t seemed dangerous to her.

Confused, high or drunk, desperate, traumatized, wet, and muddy, maybe. But certainly not dangerous.



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Cowboy Interrupted by sydney lea!

2/26/2016

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I'm so excited to share that one of my best friends, Sydney Lea, has a new release If you love cowboys, babies and great love stories then check it out!
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COWBOY INTERRUPTED
  
First comes love, then comes…baby?
 
Joshua Kell signs a deal that will set his ranch up for life and then spends the night with the woman of his dreams. Waking up alone, he returns home, nursing a broken heart.
Brianna Evans struggles to overcome a horrific trauma. After two years, she’s finally taking back control of her life, but she panics when she wakes up next to Josh.
Bri has to find him again, and when she does, hopes he’ll understand and forgive her for running. She wants the chance to be happy again. But when a ghost from her past threatens to take everything away, Bri has to trust her cowboy will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

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EXCERPT
Josh tried really hard not to acknowledge how the touch of her hand in his made him
feel. He needed to focus. “How long have you been looking for me?”
A self-deprecating laugh bubbled out when she shook her head. “Um, about
twenty minutes after you had checked out.”
“What?” Josh asked, surprised.
She started looking for him before? He had assumed she began her search when she
discovered the pregnancy. God, he really needed to stop assuming things,
because regardless of the saying, the only one it made look like an ass was
him.
“When I got home, I called my sister to blast her for letting me drink and go home
with a strange man who could have hurt me. Needless to say, she reminded me I
was a grown woman and when she was done, she told me about you. Charlotte said
we really hit it off, and you seemed like a great guy. She also mentioned I’d
be a fool to let you slip through my fingers.”
“So you called the hotel, and they told you I was gone.” He made it a statement. He
could see exactly how it played out. “And you didn’t know my last name, so
they wouldn’t give you any details and you couldn’t track me down.”
Bri nodded. “Pretty much. I tried to move on, even when small parts of the
night came back, but then I got really sick and went to the doctor. That was
eight weeks ago. This morning Charlotte turned up on my doorstep with the
article about you and daddy.” She grimaced when she mentioned her dad.
He repeated the action. “I can’t believe Brian Evan is your father.” He was
in so much trouble.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, agreeing with him.
He winced. “You know he’s gonna have my balls and my business, right?”
“Daddy won’t do that.” She didn’t quite believe her own words.
“Oh, yes, he would. I’d do the same damn thing if it were my daughter.”
Aw, hell. He’d probably just shoot the bastard.
“Good to know.” She snickered.
Frowning, it took him a minute to catch on. Then he paled when it hit him, that he might very well have a daughter. “Oh, God.”
She didn’t snicker again—she laughed her ass off. “Just dawned on you, did
it?”
His usual anger at being the butt of the joke never came. Bri didn’t intend it to
be mean, she simply found him amusing, and he kinda liked that.
What is this woman doing to me?
“Your father is still gonna come after me. You have to be prepared for that. I
promise I won’t let that interfere, though.”
Bri sobered quickly. Deep in thought, her brow furrowed. Her button nose scrunched
up, and she gave her bottom lip a workout. Still, nothing could have prepared
him for her next words. 
“We could tell him we’re engaged.”
 
SYDNEY LEA
Sydney Lea is a married mother of two and an avid reader who enjoys falling in love with one book boyfriend after another. After years of dreaming up Mr Perfect, she has finally put pen to paper and created him herself. Whether your ideal man is a shifter, vampire, cowboy or alien, she has something for every one.

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Scandals Cover Reveal

2/8/2016

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Because it’s the right time for a scandal!
Hazel Gower, Khloe Wren, Jess Buffett and Tamsin Baker are introducing a new series, Scandals! To celebrate we are giving away a copy of each book to one lucky winner as the stories are released. For your chance to win, simply complete the tasks on the rafflecopter below.
Remember the more tasks you complete, the more likely you are to win!
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Meet Dillon, Zeck, Law and Alec who make up the world famous boy band Right Time.
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A huge thank you to Jay Aheer, the wonderfully talented cover artist over at Evernight Publishing for creating these beautiful covers! Links will be coming soon…
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Dillon
I know I’m hot stuff, not only am I in the hottest boy band, Right Time, I’m young, good looking and rich. What more could I want? I never sleep with a woman more than once and I’m the first to admit I’m a manwhore, but when I meet Ashlyn Dobbs and she joins the tour for a week I start to rethink what I really want.
Ashlyn
I’m on my first overseas vacation. I intend to spend a little over a week with my best friend who is a back-up dancer for the hottest boyband. When the tour flies to America I’m going to go off exploring on my own for two weeks. Well, that was the plan, until I met Dillon from Right Time.
Can you fall in love in such a short time? Will a long distance relationship work between Ashlyn and Dillon?

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Zeck
I’d thought I was happy. Being a part of the world famous boy band Right Time meant lots of travelling and endless girls at my fingertips. But watching Dillon settle with one woman has me rethinking my life. I realized how out of control I was. When Jas took me to a BDSM club I discovered a way to take some control back. Then I saw her. Bound in rope and I knew I had to have her. What I didn’t see was the other woman watching me, nor did I realise the scandal she’d cause.
Issy
I’d discovered so much about myself in my year working in Paris. Learning I was sexually submissive was the most important. I knew when I returned to Australia I was going to miss the BDSM club that had become a second home. When the owner asked to use me in a demonstration I agreed quickly. I loved being bound and he was a master with rope. I’d had no idea how much that one choice would change my life so completely.




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Zeck
I’d thought I was happy. Being a part of the world famous boy band Right Time meant lots of travelling and endless girls at my fingertips. But watching Dillon settle with one woman has me rethinking my life. I realized how out of control I was. When Jas took me to a BDSM club I discovered a way to take some control back. Then I saw her. Bound in rope and I knew I had to have her. What I didn’t see was the other woman watching me, nor did I realise the scandal she’d cause.
Issy
I’d discovered so much about myself in my year working in Paris. Learning I was sexually submissive was the most important. I knew when I returned to Australia I was going to miss the BDSM club that had become a second home. When the owner asked to use me in a demonstration I agreed quickly. I loved being bound and he was a master with rope. I’d had no idea how much that one choice would change my life so completely.




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Alec
My life was so perfect before all the guys started falling in love. Now I’m the only one not hooked up. Being famous, rich and young should be enough I know, but I wouldn’t mind finding someone who looks beyond my muscles and bank balance.
Joanne
My life was on track. I was close to finishing my University degree, I had enough money to get by and I was happy. That was until I met Right Time’s singer, Alec. The playboy managed to get himself drugged right in front of me, and I couldn’t just do nothing! That’s when my life became far more complicated.
Will the young doctor-to-be be able to resist one of the hottest boys on the planet?

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Roll out the Red Carpet ~ Evernight Celebrates Four Years of Publishing! #BDayBashBlogHop

10/3/2014

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The Inteli, 1

The Inteli, a colorful warrior race sworn to protect the galaxy, need women. Centuries of fighting and a little genetic experimentation mean their race now faces extinction.

Danickra stumbles upon his solution in the human world, and this solution turns out to be more than he could ever have imagined. But danger and betrayal threaten not only their bond, but also their lives.

Opal was having a bad day. Then she was abducted by aliens.

As she learns more about this alien race, one in particular takes her heart. But treachery is afoot, and Opal must show she’s not as fragile as the aliens think.

Can this human woman answer the call of destiny and be a savior of a warrior race?

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I have new Swag

9/21/2014

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School holidays have just started for two weeks here in Australia so I don't get much done with all four kids home. 
To keep you happy I'm going to to do a giveaway. 10 swag packs. 

To enter please tell me bellow what is your favorite book as a child. I'll give you a week until I draw the winners. So Monday the 29th.
(I will post international.)


Winners
Claudia
Megan
Samantha
Rebecca
Sue
Annette
Sylivia
Marcie
Diana
Amy


I've emailed all the winners. 
Thanks everyone who entered.

Have you liked my facebook page?
 https://www.facebook.com/HazelGowerAuthor
Hi Everyone.
I've been busy editing and writing.  

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Scavenger Hunt with Samantha Potter & Rayne O'Gara!

8/5/2014

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This event is on now with a ton of prizes to win!

Visit the FB Event!

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And enter the hunt for your chance to win!
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July 26th, 2014

7/26/2014

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Hi everyone.

Sorry I haven’t been around much or had any new releases. I have been playing catch up from going to America and school holidays. I’m very behind on all my deadlines. My next release is Arden’s mate out in September.

To say thank you to all my awesome fans I’m going to do a competition.

To enter tell me bellow which of my Men or Female characters you’d like to date and why.

You have until Saturday the 2nd of August to enter.

Prizes.

Winner=  Signed copies of Kane’s mate, Rane’s mate, and volume 1 of The Bears. A keychain, postcard, magnets, fancy bookmark, Beachwalk Press pencil and a small Tim tam packet.

Runner up= Your choice of either Kane’s mate, Rane’s mate, and volume 1 of The Bears, signed. A keychain, postcard, magnets, fancy bookmark, and Beachwalk Press pencil.

And six runners up will win=  Either a keychain or fancy bookmark, postcard, magnets, and Beachwalk Press pencil.

(I will post worldwide.)

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What I'm working on.

7/3/2014

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Hi everyone, I’ve been working on a couple of manuscripts. In Australia it's two weeks school holidays, so I won't get anything done, well not with my four kids driving me crazy.

 I'm going to give you a couple of snippets, first one, book 2 in the Inteli series, the next will be in a Contemporary, May/December romance called Winning her Love, and lastly will be from a series I am writing up from one of my notebooks about demons being the good guys and angels the bad guys.

PLEASE remember these are first drafts, so they haven’t been edited.



Snippit one. Inteli 2
Daphne was damn tired, she’d delivered two sets of twins and been called in on three emergency caesarean, not to mention the appointments she’d had in-between. She was finally going home, well, after she did some quick notes on her office computer. Lately it felt like she never left the hospital. For once Daphne was gratefully she didn’t have a family, because with the way her career was lately she wouldn’t have time for them. She didn’t have time for anyone.

Running fingers through her blonde hair she walked into her office plonking down on her seat and turning on her computer. She needed to right these notes down before she forgot them. Staring at the bright screen as it flickered Daphne blinked trying to focus on the task she had come in here for. Her eyes wouldn’t cooperate and she fought to keep them open. Coffee, she needed a good strong cup otherwise she’d fall asleep and wouldn’t wake for weeks. Standing, she stretched smiling when Beth a nurse who was on her team came in with two steaming cups in her hands.

“I thought you could use this. I saw you walk by the nurse station and you looked like a zombie. I’m on my break. I thought we could go out the back and get some fresh air.”

“Beth you’re and angel.” Daphne went to Beth and took the black coffee off her. “Let’s go. The night air will do me some good.” Taking a big sip of her coffee Daphne followed Beth as she turned and walked towards the back exit.

    The night air was cool and added with the coffee was giving Daphne the kick she needed.  They sat together on a table that looked out at the car park. “Mmm, this is so good. I don’t think I’ve stopped since I was woken late last night to delivery twins being difficult.”

“You need to go home Daphne. My God, didn’t you do a fourteen hour shift the night before?”

Daphne racked her sleep deprived mind. “Yeah. I went home and had at least four hours sleep before I was called in.”

Beth shook her head. “I have no idea how you are still awake. This is my last shift this week and I’m on vacation for a week. I have worked two double shifts to help out with being away and I’m exhausted.”

Daphne smiled at Beth, she was younger than her by a good five years maybe more. Beth had dark red hair and freckles that spread over her petite nose. She was also a single mother of a daughter.  “Truthfully Beth, I don’t know how you do it. It’s easy for me as I don’t have a child at home.”

Beth shrugged. “I’m lucky I have my sister. She is a God sent. I’m lucky she works from home and can look after Lisa for me. It should be easer next year as Lisa will start kindergarten.” Beth sighed. “I wish I had a man to help but…”

Beth’s voice trailed off and she gazed up, her eyes became big blue pools fear. Following her gaze Daphne shrieked as a big round bright light come over them. A pull tugged at her and Daphne screamed as she started to rise. Beth was yelling beside her as the bright white light lifted them both up in the air.

Terrified Daphne grabbed Beth, as she gazed franticly about for someone to get help. This close to midnight Daphne knew as dread settled over her that no one would be about. They had security cameras and she prayed that someone was watching them, but as the light grew brighter and the ground became further and further away she struggled to keep her eyes open. Beth’s screaming was slowly stopping the higher they got and the air thinned. Daphne become light headed and gave up and looked down for any help, she turned her gaze to the force that was making her and Beth float. The light now was flashing orange and white in a large circle with silver shiny metal surrounding it.

Letting herself succumb to the now light feeling she closed her eyes and told herself to conserve her energy. She would need it for the fight ahead, because she wasn’t going to die or be harmed without good fight.



Snippit two Winning her Love


“No. Chad don’t. Enjoy the party it’s the start of your season. Come on, introduce me to another guy? A nice guy who likes kids and doesn’t want to take me to his room the first time we met.  I’m ready to find someone.”

He stared down at the small hands on his chest as Lana stood in front of him blocking his path. Her touch sent a burning need through him so much so his body ached for the petite bundle of fire blocking his way. Fuck this shit. He needed to stop being a pussy and claim what he knew was his and Lana was his. “No fucking way.”

Lana stepped to the side and linked her arms with his moving them in the opposite direction than Tim who he’d been going to beat the crap out of.

“Fine, help me find your sister so I can tell her I’m out of here. I’m calling a taxi and going to go pick Olivia up and then we are going home.”

“I can take you home?”  He wrapped his arm around her waist and walked towards the exit.

“Nah, this is your party. Well, sort of, you are their star player.”

Chad rolled his eyes he may be the star player but he was sick of parties like these, where he was the center of attention and nameless faces praised him and fawned over him.  There was only one person’s attention he wanted and she was currently in his arms with no idea how he felt. Lana didn’t care he was a famous athlete, she didn’t care what money he earned or what his fame could get her, she hung out with him because she liked him, Chad Douglas. He chuckled because he bet even after all these years Lana still didn’t know what position he played or how much he earned. “I’ll stay if you can tell me what position I play?”

“Hey.” She playfully waked his chest. “That’s not far. You know I’m not into sports.”

He winked down at her loving the easy banter they had between them. “If you don’t like Rugby League why did you come to a Rugby League party?’

Lana sighed and pulled herself out of his hold but he wasn’t giving her up. “I didn’t. Steph wanted to come and at first I said no, but she nagged me. I still said no. I told her I had no one to look after Olivia, but the other day she stopped taking no for an answer and went on and on about how your parents were eager to meet Olivia and wanted to babysit. I still was unsure, but she went off her brain when I said to her that I’d been on five lunch dates, as Olivia was in daycare then and I was ready to start dating, she convinced me to come here as it will be the place to meet men.” Lana rolled her eyes. “As you can see she dragged me here. Steph’s words and I quote, ‘we will go to my bro’s party and find you some hunk to get it on with.’  I didn’t have a say after that. You know Steph, so I thought I’d come and support you. If I found a hunk of a man all the better, but if not I knew I’d be happy just to see you. I haven’t seen you in years. So here I am for you.”

“Do you even watch my games?” He smiled liking that Lana was here for him.

“Not on the TV.”

He laughed and walked towards the exit again. Lana had been to one, maybe two of his games when he first started but hadn’t come back again even though he had family seats. “You and Olivia are coming next week to my first game of the season.”

 “Umm…we are?” She bit her bottom lip sending a jolt straight to his cock as he homed in on the action. God he wanted her. No more fucking around. Lana was going to be his.



Snippet 3 from my demons 
It was days like this when it was so cold that it was snowing that Lexie would give anything to afford a car.  She wished she could redo her teenage years all over again. She had apologized to her parents for running off with her ex-boyfriend. They forgave her and had even paid for her secretary cause as she couldn’t get a loan because she was in so much debt. Ben had deserted her as soon as the creditors came knocking at the door. No one knew where he was and Lexie was now stuck paying for all the things they’d bought. Lexie sold everything and came crawling back to her parents at twenty with a massive amount of debt and shame.

That was four years ago. Lexie had worked two jobs for a year to pay off as much as she could. She cut down to one job when her parents paid for a secretary course. She worked hard with her course and got the best grades, so much so her parents paid for little side courses to better her chances at a good job. Lexie was grateful to her parents, and she promised once she finished paying off her first lot of debts she would pay her parents back. 

Four months ago Lexie joined Devils Inc. as a secretary for one of the higher bosses. It was supposed to be a dream job. The pay is high and it was advertised as a nine to five. That had been a lie. Lexie found out why the pay was so high because her boss Greg was a grade A arsehole, who fobbed his work off onto her. Lexie couldn’t afford to lose her job or quit. This job was helping her pay her debts a lot quicker. In another two more years she’d have her debts paid.

The company was part of the fortune five hundred. The owner and CEO of Devil’s Inc. Lucian Samson, bad boy billionaire, was known for turning any venture he was a part of into a success. Lexie knew if she could last the two year and pay off her debts she would be able to get a job anywhere. All she would have to say was she had worked for over two years at Devil’s Inc. and left on good terms.

Lexie glanced at her watch and groaned, she had less than fifteen minutes to place the file on Lucian Samson’s desk and get back to her bag and leave to get to the bus stop.  She hurried along the corridor toward the big office doors in sight.

Almost running to the door she gripped the assessment tighter and barged through the big doors thinking no one else would be here at this time. Lexie pause and gasped at the sight before her, Lucian Samson stood naked with three women fawning over him. A redhead sucked his cock and two blondes were moaning and kissing his sculptured body. 

At her gasp Lucian’s eyes that seemed to be glowing blue shot from the redhead to stare at her. A wicked grin came over his face before he sniffed the air and growled. In an instant his whole demeanor changed, his relaxed stance turned ridged and his cheeky grin vanished to be replaced by a serious one.

Oh God, she needed to get out of there. Backing up she muttered, “I’m so sorry. I…well…um… I… didn’t see anything.”  Lexie was terrified as she swore Lucian grew from his already impressive six something to seven or eight.  His jet black hair lengthened and seemed to grow, his skin turned a dark shade of red and his eyes went from there blue to black.




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Make sure you 'like' me on Facebook. 

6/6/2014

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Hi everyone.
I'm always doing giveaways on my page. So if you haven't already 'liked' me on Facebook do it now.
This weekend I'm doing a giveaway on my page. Prizes shown bellow.  To enter go to my Facebook page and comment on the giveaway post. https://www.facebook.com/HazelGowerAuthor
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