Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Release Blitz for Clarity!


Left with a decision she never thought she would have to face, Sadie Warren knows someone's heart will be broken, and no matter the outcome, a piece of her own heart will break as well. Both men have shown her a different side to love, but to find true solace she must make the ultimate sacrifice and walk away from the man who promised her the world. But will her heart lead her down the right path, or will regret consume her with what could have been?


LOST (Finding Solace Book One $.99

TORN (Finding Solace Book Two)

CLARITY (Finding Solace Book Three)

Ash got up from the porch and walked over to my car. When I didn’t move, he opened the door.  He crouched down so that we were eye level and said, "You can come into the firehouse, but you can't get out of your car?" "I can. I just don't want to.”"So that's how you’re going to do this?”"No. I went to the firehouse to talk to you. I was asked to leave before I got the chance, by you. Forgive me if I have some reserve in me."  "If this is really how you want this, then fine." I had no idea what he was going to do. He stood, paused for a moment and then closed my door again. He walked toward the back and my heart fell as I thought he was leaving. But then he was at my passenger door, opening it up and taking a seat. "Talk." "Don't be mean to me." "Don't be mean to you? Sadie, do you want me to kiss your ass while you break my heart. That is never going to happen. I love you so much. I will always love you. But our love was just getting started. Thank God, this didn't happen later. I feel like my heart has been cut out already. I can’t imagine how much more painful this could be. I understand, Sadie. I always knew there was something between you two. I begged you to deal with all of that before I fell for you, to avoid all this. Why couldn't you do that? Why would you let me fall so hard, when you knew you could leave me someday if he showed up and said the right thing?" "Are you done?" I waited for him to respond but he didn't. "Do you want me anymore after all of that? Could you still be with me knowing I came into this without truly wrapping all of that up like you asked? Could you even respect me knowing that as my love grew for you there was still part of my heart that was his all along?"

Author Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.


Friday, March 25, 2016

Author Blog Spotlight!

March 7th, 2016

Hemingway has spent her life trying to earn love she was never going to get. Not capable of earning the love of her mom, she found what she thought was a lifelong love, until it wasn't. When she meets Max, the new drummer in her brothers' band, she just might find that love she has been searching her whole life for.

No stranger to pain and heartache. Max has learned from his past, that when you find someone worthy of your love, you give it all. Losing his mom at a young age showed him how fragile life is. He lives life with as few regrets as possible, and when he wants something he fights with all he has to get it.

Hemingway doesn't stand a chance against the force that is Max's love and devotion, not that she would want to.

Will Hemingway be able to move on from her past and open her heart up to love? Will Max be the one to show her the way? Or will they give up and move on when Hemingway is forced to confront her past head on?

When he clears his throat my eyes shoot from his mouth to his eyes. There is a little mischievous glint in them, and I know I was caught watching his mouth for too long.
“Actually,” he starts as he slowly pushes the door wide enough that he can get inside. “I was coming to see you. You haven’t been around for a few days. I drove by your mom’s but your car was never there. So I talked to Becca and she told me you have been hiding here. So I have to ask again. Are you hiding from something?”
I pull the towel tighter around me, feeling more naked than before. When I look back up into his eyes, I notice that his gaze his shifted and he is watching my hands at the top of my towel.
“I already told you I’m not hiding.” I pull a little piece of my hair as I answer. If he notices the nervous habit, he doesn’t say anything.
“And I think you’re lying.” Stepping closer as he speaks in a low gravelly voice.
“I’m not lying. I’ve just been, um, busy.” Each step he takes forward I take one back, until there is nowhere left to step. I’m trapped against the wall. He is standing so close that I can breathe in his fresh scent. With the last step back, I hit the wall a little harder than I expected, I can feel my towel starting to slip.
“Why are you hiding?” he asks so slowly, like maybe if he slows down my stupid brain will understand that he already knows that truth. What am I supposed to say though? “I’m hiding because I had a dream about you, and now I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want you.” Or “I’m hiding because I’m a coward and can’t face the pull that I feel when I’m close to you.” Instead I go with the only thing I can think that might convince him to leave me alone.
“I’m not hiding so much as avoiding.” I say with a shrug, trying to keep my voice even.
Leaning in closer he puts a hand on each side of my head. I’m fighting the urge to lean into him.
“What are you avoiding Hem?”
“Yes, that’s what I said isn’t it?”
“Because our little nothing of a kiss was a mistake. I didn’t want you to think it was anything more than a weakness I had on an emotional night.”
For the longest minute of my life he doesn’t say anything. I watch his eyes as they bounce back and forth between mine. Only once do I see them slip to my mouth.
“Huh,” there was that smirk again, God the things he could get me to agree to if only he knew the power behind that sexy smirk. Then again, maybe he did know. Maybe that’s why he uses it. “It was a little nothing kiss?”
“Uh huh”
“So if I kissed you now you wouldn’t enjoy it either?”
“Really? Is that why your eyes are darkening? Is that why your breathing has deepened? Is that why I can see your pulse thumping, right here?” he lightly taps the pulse point at the base of my throat. Am I that obvious? Can he tell by looking into my eyes how much I want him to do just that? How badly I want him to reach out and take what he wants from me?
Unable to speak, I just nod in response. I’m no longer sure if I am agreeing that I do want him to kiss me, or if I am confirming that it meant nothing. Which is total fucking lie.
Lifting my face with his fingers under my chin, he leans in to whisper. “You can lie to your friends. Hell you can lie to your brothers. Don’t ever fucking lie to me. Especially not about wanting me.”
I don’t get a chance to answer before his lips crush down onto mine. There is nothing slow and soft about this kiss. This is so different than what we shared just a few days before. Running his hand around to the back of my head, he lightly pulls my hair gaining better access to my mouth. As he deepens the kiss I bring my arms up wrapping them around his neck. His lips continue to move against mine, and I know he is waiting, trying to encourage me to open my mouth to him. When I feel his tongue move across the seam of my lips, I let out a small gasp, opening my mouth just enough to give him access. His tongue slowly dances across mine. When I feel him start to pull back, like he might break the connection, I gently bite down on his lower lip. Causing a low growl to come from deep in his chest, as his hips push forward into mine. Oh god, the feel of him warm and hard against my hot wet center. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t. Moving his mouth from mine and slowly trailing kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. I feel the hand that isn’t wrapped up in my hair, slowly slide down my side and across my hip so that he can find his way around to my ass. Gripping my butt he pulls me to him, to feel how hard he is against me. I can hear myself whimper as he bites down on my shoulder, just enough to sting, but not enough to hurt. Soothing the sting away with his tongue. He slides his other hand around to the other side of my butt and lifts me. Wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Where is your room Hem?”

Author JC Thompson was born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. Where she currently lives with her high school sweetheart, two little girls, and five furry kids (3 cats and 2 dogs). JC loves to read romance, the smuttier the better. She is a self-proclaimed book addict that likes to get lost in a false reality anytime possible.
Hemingway’s Hope is JC’s debut novel, and it won’t be the last.


Monday, March 14, 2016



Sadie Warren finally has a taste of what it feels like to be loved for all her faults.
Colton Jennings wants to do whatever it takes to make sure of that.
The only thing standing between them is their own pact.
As Sadie falls deeper into the depths of Colt's charm, the pain caused from her silence is insurmountable. When drifts become more like tidal waves and patience is put to the test, a familiar face steps back into the midst adding even more confusion.
When feelings become stronger than either ever expected, can they hold up to the terms they set from the very beginning?
Lies are told, hearts are broken, love becomes undeniable, and uncertainty prevails.
Sadie promised you a journey in Lost; hang on for the emotional ride that is far from over.

"I heard you in there. He doesn't deserve you." Holy shit! I was shocked stupid. I said nothing. "I told you I wasn't done with you and I'm not. Not by a long shot. But that in there, you need to deal with it. You are so perfect just the way you are. Please don't change one thing about yourself. When you are mine, this is who I want." I grabbed him and kissed him like he was my lifeline. He kissed me with just as much endurance. He pulled back once again and said, "My time to shine is coming, girl. You better be ready for me when it does."  "Can we get out of here and talk? I don't want to leave you yet." "I wish I could, but I've got a date inside that I'm sure is wondering where I am." "Oh, okay. Then we better get you back to her." I started to walk away when he pulled my arm back to him.  "I'm not ready to let you go again." His lips found mine and this time was different. He pulled my lower lip with his teeth and then drug them until he no longer had it. Next he grabbed my upper lip and he softly kissed it, as his tongue swept my lips parting them. We walked backwards never leaving the kiss until he hit the wall. Ash’s body started to slide down and he brought me with him. He eventually was sitting on the concrete and I found myself straddling his waist. Slowly he untied the strap around my neck causing them to fall forward, leaving my breasts exposed. His hands fell to cup them while his thumbs brushed my nipples. My pelvis started to grind into him. I was feeling euphoric knowing my orgasm was seconds away. Wait. What?  I jerked away from him, tying my shirt back in place and coming to stand over him. "You have a date inside and I'm not a street hooker that's going to fuck in a parking lot where anyone can see." He stood up to tower over me. Looking down into my eyes he lifted my chin and said, "My date will be over as soon as I walk through those doors. I'm sorry I let myself get carried away, but don't you ever for a fucking second compare yourself to a whore. You can leave with me in five minutes or you can go back to your friends. It’s your call. Either way, I'm not staying." "I didn't, by the way." "You didn't what?" "Compare myself with a whore. I will meet you back here in five minutes. But remember one thing. Earning me is just the start. Keeping me is a whole other challenge." "Challenge accepted."

Author Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.



Sunday, March 13, 2016

Crazy Romance Giveaway!

I am running a romance books giveaway on Facebook soon on.fb.me/1QPKD7v and I'm looking for donations from anyone who has published a romance book. Please, all subgenres of romance are welcome. The more, the merrier! The Facebook event is happening on March 29th.
If you participated in the last romance giveaway in early March or last year, please feel free to offer a few more of your title/titles or even offer other books. It's up to you. I want to represent as many subgenres of romance as possible: Contemporary, historical, erotic, paranormal, fantasy romance, sci-fi romance, time travel romance, multicultural/IR, inspirational, clean romance, romantic suspense, LGBT, military, new adult, YA, dark, western, romantic comedy, adventure, BBW, biker romance, chick lit, vacation romance, sports romance, billionaire romance, and the list goes on. If it has romance, please send a reply with what you’d like to donate. Ebooks are fine, but if you want to offer print, be specific about where you’re good with sending them (U.S. or otherwise).

There is a limited time on this, so let me know as soon as possible if you'd like to donate something. Hey, even swag is cool (bookmarks, etc.). People love to win prizes! And if you'd like to help promote the giveaway, the graphic is attached here. Also, if you have any author friends whom you think might want to get involved, please have them contact me.Thank you for all your assistance now and always. Have a great week! :)


Marie Lavender, Multi-Genre Author 

EMAIL: marlavender80@gmail.com

Thursday, March 10, 2016


Mamie Garrison 

Welcome Teresa! Please tell us a little about yourself?

 Welcome Teresa! Please tell us a little about yourself?
Author Bio: Hello. I am the author of the Historical Fiction novel called Mamie Garrison. It is a tale of slavery, abolition, romance and history, set in the years just prior to the Civil War. I am 58 and married with one adult child. I have always enjoyed the written word and am a voracious reader from my early youth. I am inspired by many authors in the historical fiction genre. I am also a lover of Russian literature, particularly Tolstoy and Doestoyefsky. I find great inspiration for creating characters by looking at the ones these two authors have created. There is such a depth to them. I have written for most of my life in one form or another. I have dabbled in poetry and songwriting, and have more started novels than finished ones. In my free time, I like reading, history, crossword puzzles and travel. I am interested in genealogy and working on my family tree. I live in the Midwest United States with my husband, Chris and my dog, Max.
When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? I always loved to read and wrote terrible poetry when I was younger, youth to teen age. When I met and married my husband, a musician, I co-wrote some song lyrics with him. I always thought I would like to write a book. One day, I just sat down and started and the result was Mamie Garrison. 

How long does it take you to write a book? 
Mamie Garrison took me about a year and a half. I think this was essentially because it started out as a very different book. Mamie was a secondary character. The problem was Mamie kept bugging me to tell her story. When I did that, not really even knowing what that story was at first, it all fell into place.

What is your work schedule like when you're writing? I am different from many writers in that I don't physically write every day. In other words, I don’t type everyday. I think of a scene and I run it through my head till it plays like a movie and then usually put it on paper or laptop. This tends to work well for me. By the time I get to typing, it is almost exactly how I want it. Usually. I do not work outside of writing and tend to do my best writing in the morning after I've had my coffee.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? I would have to say again, the fact that I do not write everyday. Most advice I see from other writers is to write every day. It's always going on in my head, though. I also write in bed and not at a desk. I have to be comfortable for the thoughts to flow.

How do your books get published? I publish independently.

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books? I write what I care about, what moves me. I have always hated injustice of any sort. I always root for the underdog. I think with “Mamie Garrison” I wanted to show that ordinary people can do the extraordinary when it matters. It's not how much you do or even what you do, but rather, the fact that you did what you could.

When did you write your first book and how old were you? Mamie is my first book and I am 58. I've started a few going back to when I was in high school but never finished them.

What do you like to do when you're not writing? I read a lot. Probably at least a book a week. I have done extensive work on my family tree. I still work on it but not as often as I did. I have a granddaughter coming in August and plan to spend lots of time spoiling her. 

What does your family think of your writing? They are very supportive. My Mom loves it and has suggested it to her book club. Lol. Gotta love moms. Many in my family have read it and enjoyed it. My husband is very cooperative when I need to be alone to write. I've always been a person who enjoys being alone, so there were no surprises there.
What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books? The fact that I could start and finish one. I think the biggest surprise was when reviews started coming in and people were writing such nice things about it. I am so happy people like it.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite? Just Mamie, but I am in the process of the second book in the series which will feature some of the children mentioned in the first book. Of course, characters from the first book will reappear. I conceived the idea as a trilogy, but one book at a time. We will see where we go after this next one.

Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they? On my blog, I tend to mention often, that you need to write what you love, what moves you. If it moves you, it will move someone else. I love Hemingway’s quote about finding the truest sentence you can and writing that. Ask yourself, is this truth, is this important? If it is, others will notice. This can be done in any genre. Truth is truth. Even in fiction.

Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say? I do. I have received such lovely comments and reviews. Most want to tell me they loved the book. Many become enamored of Mamie. She is quite the woman.

Do you like to create books for adults? Yes. I don't think I could ever write children's books. Some subject matter is difficult to write about. I try not to step over the line of good taste and write only what is important to tell the story. For me, this works.

What do you think makes a good story? Oh, it has to be the characters for me. If I connect with a character, then the story seems to flow from that. I also like a few unexpected twists when appropriate to the storyline, and some surprises.

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up? I wanted to be a teacher and I was for a number of years.
Book Blurb: Mamie Garrison is a story of an ordinary woman who goes to extraordinary lengths to do what she knows is right. Everything in her young life has led her to this moment, this decision. She will embark on the greatest adventure of her life.
Approximately one hundred and fifty years later, her ancestor, Bella Garrison, inherits a house from her grandmother and finds Mamie's journals in a trunk in the attic. Bella with the help of her historian boyfriend, Andrew, will follow Mamie's journey through her writings, to find out more about this intrepid woman and what she achieved. However, someone is trying to stop them from learning about Mamie. What do they not want Bella to find out?
And...what is the meaning of the strange events occurring in Bella's house? 

Author Migraine Central Review of Mamie Garrison:
Mamie Garrison is a proud and heroic woman. Her trials and tribulations were heartbreaking. Yet the horrors during this era in time were felt by more than many. I laughed and cried while reading this book. I loved Bella! This book is well written and executed. The characters are so well developed that I could actually see in my minds eye the care and warm heart of the woman herself and the author. This book deserves five stars just for the sheer hard passion in which it was written. Such a wonderful read. I have read it twice now and will definitely order the hard back if I can. A book for all times. Recommended to any one who loves historical heartwarming books. 

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