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99 Cent Sale for Love's Battle by Angela Hayes

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If love isn't worth fighting for, what is? Love's Battle is on sale for 99 cents July 17-July 31 Love Howard has more than a knack for matchmaking. Born from a forbidden passion and a twelve-hundred-year-old promise, she and her sisters can literally see true love. And while Love has no problem bringing other couples together, her own romantic life could use a little help. Danton DeAngelo has always been well grounded in reality. So it throws him for no small loop when the woman he’s fallen for believes that she’s been reincarnated eleven times and can actually see true love. Now Danton is faced with the biggest decision of his life. Accept Love for who she really is, or walk away from her forever. Title: Love's Battle  Genres: Time Travel, Paranormal, Fantasy  Rating: Sensual (PG13)  Page Count: 310 Excerpt               The hand Love pressed to her brow was visibly shaking. “There’s something I need to tell you. I just need you to keep an op

Book Spotlight: Claire Fullerton talks writing Irish settings and her new release Dancing to an Irish Reel

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Truth in fiction? I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. Now that my book, Dancing to an Irish Reel  is out, I’m being asked the inevitable question, “How much of the story is true?” Everyone who knows me personally knows I picked up and moved to the west coast of Ireland without much of a plan, and that I stayed for a year. Add that to the fact that the book is written in the first person, that the narrator’s interior monologues in the story are unabashedly confessional to the point of unnecessary risk. I’ve been told the book reads like a memoir, and for that, I can only say I’m glad because this was my intention. I can see why readers might think the entire story is true.  But writers make a choice in how to lay out a story, and in my case, I wrote the book based on the kind of books I like to read. I’m a one-trick pony kind of a reader. I want an intimate narrator’s voice with which I can connect. I want to know exactly whom I’m listening to so that I can align with a pre

Book Review of Rain by Cynthia Barnett

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Rain: A Natural and Cultural History by Cynthia Barnett I thought I knew rain. I’m not too proud to admit I cower in a corner during hurricanes. You try keeping your cool when screeching winds blow raindrops sideways from the sky. Seriously, sideways rain. I swear during Hurricane Ivan there were whitecaps in my toilet. Now, that’s rain. However, storms are only a small part of rain’s mystique. Cynthia Barnett, an award winning environmental journalist, gives a fascinating account of rain’s cultural, historic, scientific, religious, and, yes, even musical effect on humankind. There’s a surprise on every page, beginning with the shape of a shower. Rain is not a conglomeration of droplets. Instead it falls like “tiny parachutes, their tops rounded because of air pressure from below.” Since there is no standard global measurement for rain, its description is often personal. That’s why it rains cats and dogs here, but “shoemakers’ apprentices in Denmark, chair legs in Greece, r

A Heavenly 99 Cent Sale for Heavenly Desire by J. L. Sheppard

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Heavenly Desire by J. L. Sheppard 99 Cent Sale thru July 10th Will he sacrifice his wings for a woman he loves but can never keep? Clyde, an angel, battles the one thing he believes will lead to his fall from heaven—his new found emotions, forbidden among his kind. Nonetheless, the Angel Lords promise to promote him to warrior when he completes his last assignment—to find Jade. When he does, emotions he never knew possible arise. For the first time in two thousand years, he cursed his existence. Knowing she can never be his, will he sacrifice his wings for a woman he loves but can't keep? Excerpt: He bent toward her, wrapped one arm around her waist, the other around her back, then buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled. Relishing the feel of her body melded against his, he forgot the worries consuming him. She soothed his ache with a mere touch, with a mere embrace. Exactly what he’d wanted, exactly what he needed. She then pressed her full