Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Nancy Naigle - Sand Dollar Cove - PROMO Blitz


 

Contemporary Romance
From USA Today bestselling author Nancy Naigle - Sand Dollar Cove
 
Escape to the shores of Sand Dollar Cove, a quaint beach town on the North Carolina coast. When Elli Eversol returns to Sand Dollar Cove to rebuild her grandparents shops on the old fishing pier following last fall’s hurricane, she’s faced with bigger problems. For one, the pier has taken a much more serious hit by a recent Nor’easter. Secondly, the boy who broke her heart, Holden Moore, is back in town too and tempting her, only her heart is telling her he’s still not one to be trusted. So she keeps her focus on her family and the Buy-A-Board campaign project so she can put those funds to good use and spare her heart. When Brody Rankin answered the online request to help router names into boards purchased in a campaign to save the shops on the pier in Sand Dollar Cove, he’d really just been trying to do a good deed and get a closer look at the sleepy little town where his mega-company is planning to build an east coast warehouse. Will this well-known playboy be able to resist a woman who loves the ocean as much as he does, or will he leave Sand Dollar Cove behind?
 
 
EXCERPT
            As soon as Elli Eversol pushed her toes into the gritty sand on the beach, wonderful memories swept away the stress she’d carried on the five-hour drive from Charlotte. Temperatures were already hovering in the sixties, unseasonably warm for March on the North Carolina coast, especially for this early in the morning. With her shoes and socks in hand, she walked down to the pier, her footsteps leaving clear imprints in the crusted top layer of sand.
 
Filling her lungs with ocean air, the only thing missing from her memories of the beach was the scent of suntan lotion, but summer was just a few months away.
 
Sand Dollar Cove still held a special place in her heart. Every summer for as long as she could remember, she’d stayed here with Nana and Pops at their beach house. The Sol~Mate had been her home away from home on summer breaks until she’d gone away to college. Her plan had been to move here once she graduated, but Dad had made her promise that she’d work in a city for two years before making a decision to settle in Sand Dollar Cove. He’d grown up here and, according to Nana and Pops, Daddy couldn’t wait to get out of the small beach town. She’d never understood it, but he must’ve been onto something: Even though she’d moved to
 
Charlotte with the plan to get some experience under her belt just to make him happy, she’d been there ever since. Two years turned into five, and she stayed so busy she hadn’t even had the time to think about moving since.
 
Waves crashed against the pier, filling the air with a misty spray. The seagulls above seemed to laugh at some inside joke between them. At least at this time of the year the sand was cool. In the summer there were days you were forced to use your towel and shirt as stepping stones to get back to the parking lot or else burn your feet. After a winter of closed-toe shoes, it sure felt good to walk the beach again.
 
A young couple stood under the pier. The water lapped at their ankles as the guy leaned in, probably promising her the world. She’d been that girl once. The crash of the waves dulling her sensibilities and drowning out her voice of reason. It was a long time ago, but her chest ached at the memory of the heartbreak of that summer.
 
Elli silently wished the girl under the pier better luck than she’d had. Between those broken promises and then losing Pops just a few weeks later, that summer had been the worst of her life. Maybe work wasn’t the only reason her trips back to Sand Dollar Cove had become more infrequent over the years. Maybe these memories had a little to do with it too.
 
As she got closer to the pier, the No Trespassing signs and yellow caution tape caught her off-guard. The insurance company probably demanded they mark it to keep from being held liable, should someone try to fish before the repairs were complete. But still, it was unsettling.
 
The recent nor’easter had done even more damage to the pier, sweeping a huge gap right out of the center of the remaining pilings. Seeing it for the first time in person, it was a lot worse than she’d realized. The pier looked like a snaggle-toothed jack-o’-lantern about two weeks after Halloween. A swirl of concern swept through her. If the town didn’t get busy on repairs they could miss one of the biggest moneymakers of the summer tourist season, Memorial Day weekend.
 
Her bright mood faded. Pops had built those shops on the pier nearly fifty years ago. When the hurricane damaged them, Elli had started an online fundraiser to repair them. The Buy A Board campaign had been more successful than she’d ever dreamed; the donations more than doubling her initial goal in only a few weeks. For a $250 donation, donors could opt to have their names displayed on one of the boards used to make the repairs. That had been the most popular option, and the smaller donations had added up quickly too.
 
When Nana mentioned that she hadn’t been able to renew her license for the shops, Elli had assumed Nana just hadn’t gotten around to it. Now she wondered if perhaps the town was stalling on issuing them because they’d fallen behind on this project. Fallen behind was being kind. It looked like no one had done a thing.
 
She glanced at her watch. Right now she was due at the Carolina By The Sea Resort and Spa. Breaking into a jog, she got back to her car and used her socks to swat the damp sand off her feet, then put her shoes back on.
 
It was a short ride to the spa from here. Elli pulled her car into the last parking spot at the far end of the resort near the restaurant.
 
March could be desolate, and many of the businesses chose to shut down completely until Memorial Day. But Pam seemed to be doing a big business, if the parking lot was any indication.
 
Inside, the place was bustling. Filled nearly to capacity in the shoulder seasons, pre- and post-summer, was a big deal in a small beach town such as this.
“You made good time,” Pam said, rushing to Elli and pulling her into a big hug.
 
“It’s so good to see you.” Elli pulled back from the hug. She still thought of Pam as her teenaged beach buddy. Practically twins, except Pam had dark hair and brown eyes, so whenever they got together and Pam was pulled together, all business, it always took her by surprise. “You look great.”
Pam struck a pose. “Spa living suits me.”
“Apparently. I could hardly sleep last night knowing I’d be seeing you today.”
 
“Some things never change. Welcome back.” Pam motioned her to follow. “You should have just driven down last night.”
 
They settled in a corner booth, and a waiter dropped off menus and took their drink orders. “True, but I’d promised Bob I’d take care of some things before I left town. We’ve got a big open house today. So I did all the prep for that last night.”
“Y’all staying busy?”
“Very busy,” Elli said. “Bob and I are a good team. We have different specialties, so between us we have a steady workload no matter what the economy is doing. That’s a blessing in the real estate market right now.”
 
“And there’s still nothing between you two? I swear if I had a Realtor as good-looking as he is, I might never settle on a house to buy. I’d just look and look and look.”
“He is cute, but no. He’s so not my type. Nothing but business between the two of us.”
 
Elli thanked the waiter for her cup of tea and glanced over the menu as she spoke. “And frankly, that’s good for business. Besides, now that I know him so well I can see that I’d never be his type either. He likes those high-maintenance girls who stroke his ego day and night. Not exactly my style if you know what I mean.”
 
“I know the type. But hey, as long as he’s selling houses it’s all good, right?” “My thoughts exactly.”
 
“Every once in a while a customer will talk about buying a place here. Are you still licensed to sell here in the cove?”
 
Elli took a sip of her tea. “Sure am. I’ve kept that up to date. Never know when it’ll come in handy.”
“Next time someone goes all gaga for Sand Dollar Cove, I’ll give them your name.”
 
“That would be great. It would give me a reason to come more often too.” She closed the menu and set it aside. “I’ve got to be better about that. Nana is not getting any younger, and I feel so awful for letting so much time slip by between visits. I don’t know how I let that happen.”
“Well, you’re here now.”
“It was good timing. That pier is looking right pitiful.”
“Yeah. It’s not good. I’m so glad you were able to raise money to help fix the shops,”
Pam said. “They’re part of the tradition around here.”
 
“One quick mention on social media that I needed someone good with a router to help engrave the planks in exchange for room and board here, I had no less than half a dozen responses.”
 
“I’m not surprised. I’m using social media for a big part of my marketing campaign for the resort, and it’s paying off big time.”
“I thought I’d end up with someone local, but the guy who is coming is from California.
He’ll be here this week to start personalizing the boards in exchange for room and board at
Sol~Mate.”
 

“Your grandmother will be in seventh heaven with someone to dote on.” “Nana loves fussing over people.”



USA Today bestselling author Nancy Naigle whips up small-town love stories with a dash of suspense and a whole lot of heart. She began her popular contemporary romance series, Adams Grove, while juggling a successful career in finance and life on a seventy-six-acre farm. She has gone on to produce collaborated works with other authors, including the Granny Series and the stand-alone novel Inkblot. Now happily retired, she devotes her time to writing, antiquing, and the occasional spa day with friends. A native of Virginia Beach, she currently calls North Carolina home. Sand Dollar Cove is her thirteenth novel.
 
 
 
 
 
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Monday, October 12, 2015

Release Tour of Another at Bat by Lyssa Layne

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Pitcher Jace Richards had it all. Fame, status, money, and the perfect girl but it wasn't enough. Unable to curb his gambling addiction, he lost everything. Now banned from the MLB, he's struggling to get his feet back on the ground. Laurel Darbis is the mom to ten-year-old Grey. Her son is her world and she'd do anything for him, including putting up with her cheating ex-husband, Adam. He doesn't make things easy on her but with her friends and family by her side, she has a strong support system to help her deal with his petty drama. Grey is about to start baseball with his friends but their coach backs out at the last minute. All of the parents are thrilled when the new coach arrives, everyone except Laurel. Can the former bad boy tame his ways for the sake of his players? Will the protective mother let down her guard? Either way, no one will ever expect what happens when the two match up. 







#NonFiction Universal Scams and Fraud Detection by David Snow


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Fraud and Scams are a costly menace to society and global industry. Learning from experience is the best way of developing skill and knowledge. This book will assist you in preventing fraud and financial crimes against you and your business. The book will teach you the tricks used by scam artists in modern society and give you the edge and ability from falling victim to fraud. Explore the many aspects of fraud, including; identity theft, retail scams, fraud against the elderly, insurance scams, employee theft and more. Learn how to conduct elaborate investigations including cross border and gathering of valuable evidence. If its too good to be true, then it probably isn’t true. Learn to trust your feelings from experiencing the different real life cases and scenarios. Don’t fall victim to fraud, learn how to protect yourself.

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BIO

David Snow has been working in the private security and financial investigation arena since 1989. He was one of the first graduates and members of the Institute of Irish Investigators. He obtained the "youngest student award" from the Institute in 1989. In 2013 he was awarded Investigator of the Year by the Europe Middle East and African chapter of the International Association of Financial Crime Investigators. He was also presented with the International Investigator of the Year Award in Denver Colorado by IAFCI – North America and donated his winnings to the Wounded Warrior Project, which supports American troops injured at war.

He was initially employed by Sleator Carroll Investigators and then Pinkerton Security & Investigations. Pinkerton is the world’s oldest and largest Private Detective and Security agency with operations on every continent. He joined Pinkerton in 1993 and became the General Manager of the Irish operation in 1996, leaving in 2001 to pursue a career within insurance fraud investigation.

Today he is employed as the Head of Special Investigations for the Irish operation of a multi-national insurance company. He is a member of the International Association of Special Investigation Units (IASIU), the International Association of Financial Crime Investigators (IAFCI), the Association of Irish Risk Management (AIRM) and was one of the first Europeans to obtain the Certified Insurance Fraud Investigator (CIFI) from North America. He has lectured on identity theft and financial crime in Ireland, North America and Europe. He is also a member of the Irish charity A Little Lifetime Foundation, formally known as ISANDS, obtaining an award in 2012 for his efforts in the prevention of the identity theft of dead Irish baby’s.

He lives in Dublin, Ireland with his wife and two children Olivia and Sarah. 


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Sunday, October 11, 2015

#INTERVIEW David B. Seaburn - More More Time - Virtual Book Tour


Maxwell Ruth, a cantankerous, old high school history teacher falls down his basement stairs and soon thereafter starts hearing “The Words” over and over again--- endingtimeendingtimeendingtime. His life is changed forever.

In this story we learn about the lives, loves, and losses of Max, Hargrove and Gwen Stinson, Beth and Bob Hazelwood, and Constance Young. They are lively, funny, at times; a little bit lost or wounded, yet resilient and hopeful.  They are wrestling with life’s most challenging issues, including, abuse, loss, infidelity, aging, secrecy and what gives life meaning. And, like all of us, they would like more, more time to find the answers to life’s most important questions. The clock, though, is always ticking and time is always short. 

 
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What is your book about?

This is a novel about love and loss, hope and the constraints of time. The main character Maxwell Ruth, a sixty-two year old high school history teacher who is obsessed with Abraham Lincoln, desperate for a relationship with a woman, and frustrated with a life less great than he had hoped. After a fall down his basement steps, Max starts hearing a voice with a simple yet puzzling message, “endingtimeendingtimeendingtime.”

Subsequently, Max’s best friend’s marriage falls apart under the dead weight of grief and indifference; his neighbor’s marriage, already at risk due to infidelity, is revived; and Max falls in love with the lively and sensuous Constance Young. All of this takes place with an awareness that’s life’s clock is always ticking and each character, in his or her own ways, discovers the limits of More More Time.
 

What inspired you to write this particular story (and/or series)?

The title of the book came from a game I played with one of our granddaughters when she was about eighteen months old. I would hold onto her wrists while she went limp on the hardwood kitchen floor. Then I would swish her around the kitchen. She’d laugh and laugh. Soon I would get tired and say, “Gianna, one more time.” Well, she thought I was saying, “More more time,” and so that’s what she called the game. I liked this so much that I decided to use it as the title for my next book even though I didn’t yet have an idea for a story.

Do you have specific techniques you use to develop the plot and stay on track? When I start writing a novel, I have usually done two things. First, I write profiles of the main characters so I have an idea who they are. Second, I think of challenging situations in which to put them so I can see how they will interact, how they will behave and think and feel. After that, I just plunge into the process. I don’t know how any of my stories will end until I am almost finished. Sometimes, despite my planning, new characters emerge, demanding to be a part of the narrative. I try to write regularly, but I don’t write every day. I must say, though, that even when I’m not sitting at my computer, I still feel like I’m writing. The ideas are simmering or percolating of just lying dormant, waiting for me to get going.

What authors inspire or influence your work? Because my background is so varied (I am a retired family psychologist and minister) the writers who have influenced me most aren’t just fiction writers. Among them are: Paul Tillich (philosophical theologian); Martin Buber (philosopher); Ernest Becker; Norman O. Brown; Annie Dillard (nature and fiction); The Cloud of Unknowing by Anonymous; Ellie Wiesel (Holocaust related fiction); Nikos Kazantzakis (fiction); Rainer Maria Rilke (poet); the journals of May Sarton; the journals of Thomas Merton; the novels of Philip Roth; One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Ken Kesey. I better stop!


Favorite snack when writing. I am an ice cream addict. Panda Paws. Toffee Coffee. Mmmm.

Once a character is fully developed do you set them free or do they still dance around your mind? This is a great question. I don’t thing I ever “fully develop” the characters. I think it’s much more mutual than that. In the beginning, of course, I am in charge of what characters do, wear, think, look like, etc. But soon they start exercising their own influence over what happens in their lives. Many times I have to amend the story because a character has gone off in a direction I hadn’t anticipated, or I have tried to get them to do something they would never do. All this sounds quite odd, unless you do any fiction writing, then you understand the power of characters to influence stories.

What project(s) are you working on now?

I always start a new novel when I am going through the publication process for a current novel, so a year ago I started writing “Parrot Talk” about two brothers who were estranged from their mother for over forty years. When they are notified of her death they also discover that she had a pet parrot who, it turns out, has a lot to say. I have a long way to go with this one!

Where can readers find you and your book(s) online?  My books are most easily available through Amazon. “More More Time” is at AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
 
I write a blog for Psychology Today magazine at
www.psychologytoday.com~blog/going-out-not-knowing

You can also visit me at www.davidbseaburn.com
 
David B. Seaburn served a rural country parish, worked in community mental health, was an assistant professor of psychiatry and family medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center for twenty years, and also directed a free public school-based family counseling center before his retirement in 2010. He has written five novels: More More Time (2015), Chimney Bluffs (2012), Charlie No Face (2011—Finalist in General Fiction, National Indie Excellence Awards), Pumpkin Hill (2007), and Darkness is as Light (2005). He and his wife live near Rochester, NY. They have two adult daughters and two wonderful granddaughters.

 In the days after Maxwell Ruth fell down his basement stairs, he begins to hear something alarming. He decides to tell his best friend, Hargrove Stinson, even though Hargrove has gone through a similar problem when his wife, Gwen, started hearing things after their daughter, Sally, died.

 

"But something's wrong." Max grimaced, his eyes wide.

 

"Something's wrong? What are you talking about?"

 

"Not long after I fell, I started hearing things."

 

"What things?" Hargrove thought of Gwen. “Did you hear that?” she’d often say, fear in her eyes. His heart skipped a beat.

 

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. I don’t want you to think I’m…”

 

“What are you hearing, Max?” Hargrove’s words were more clipped than he had intended.

 

“It’s like, these words.”

 

“Someone talking?”
“No, nothing like that. It’s just this repetitive…” Max’s voice trailed off.

 

“A repetitive what?”

 

“You’ve been through enough of this…”

 

“Look, Max, tell me what’s going on.” Hargrove’s eyes didn’t move.

 

Max looked out the window again.

 

“Words. I’m hearing words. Woke me up after I got home from the hospital. Words slung together over and over again.” Max shrugged, his jaw went slack. “They go away. They come back. I don’t know what the hell it is.”

 

"Words, it sounds like words?”

 

Hargrove’s back stiffened. The hair on his neck prickled. “Listen. I hear her,” Gwen would say. “It’s Sally, I’m sure of it. She needs me.” He scrutinized Max’s face, looking for the terror, for the cold panic so familiar to Hargrove, but it wasn’t there.

 

“What did your doctor say? Did you tell him you’re hearing voices?"

 

"Jesus Christ, I'm not hearing voices!" Max threw the marker on the floor and walked to the window again. He wiped his face with his hand. Hargrove went to him and reached for his shoulder but then withdrew his hand.

 

"Okay, okay, you're not hearing voices. You're hearing words."

 

"Yes, I'm hearing words." Max turned around to face his friend.

 

"What words?"

 

"One word is ‘ending’ and the other word is ‘time.’” Max shrugged his shoulders.

 

"Time ending?" said Hargrove, his voice a monotone.

 

"When I hear it, it's 'ending time.' And they run together like they’re a single word playing on a continuous loop: endingtimeendingtimeendingtime." Max frowned and nodded his head to one side as he said this.

 

"That’s it?" Max shook his head. The corner of Hargrove's mouth twitched slightly. "What did the doctor say?"

 

"Well," said Max, looking at the floor. "I didn't exactly tell him."

 

"Jesus, Max."

 

"Look, that's all I need. A doctor thinking I've gone off the deep end.” Max paused. “I don't need a friend thinking I've gone off the deep end either."

 

"Of course not." Hargrove cleared his throat. Max put his hand on his briefcase as if he were about to leave. "But, Jesus, Max, you should have told your doctor about this. I mean, maybe something can be done. Maybe if you had a CT or an MRI, they could find the cause. It has to be something."

 

"Had those. Nothing's wrong."

 

Hargrove was quiet.

 

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" said Max.

Hargrove studied Max's face, his full cheeks and wide eyes seeming almost childlike


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Thursday, October 8, 2015

Interview with David B. Seaburn - More More Time - Virtual Book Tour



Maxwell Ruth, a cantankerous, old high school history teacher falls down his basement stairs and soon thereafter starts hearing “The Words” over and over again--- endingtimeendingtimeendingtime. His life is changed forever.
In this story we learn about the lives, loves, and losses of Max, Hargrove and Gwen Stinson, Beth and Bob Hazelwood, and Constance Young. They are lively, funny, at times; a little bit lost or wounded, yet resilient and hopeful.  They are wrestling with life’s most challenging issues, including, abuse, loss, infidelity, aging, secrecy and what gives life meaning. And, like all of us, they would like more, more time to find the answers to life’s most important questions. The clock, though, is always ticking and time is always short. 


David B. Seaburn served a rural country parish, worked in community mental health, was an assistant professor of psychiatry and family medicine at the University of Rochester Medical Center for twenty years, and also directed a free public school-based family counseling center before his retirement in 2010. He has written five novels: More More Time (2015), Chimney Bluffs (2012), Charlie No Face (2011—Finalist in General Fiction, National Indie Excellence Awards), Pumpkin Hill (2007), and Darkness is as Light (2005). He and his wife live near Rochester, NY. They have two adult daughters and two wonderful granddaughters.
 
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Wednesday, October 7, 2015

The Devil’s Pawn by Marilyn Levinson

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 INTERVIEW

·         What is your book about?   
The Devil’s Pawn is fifteen-year old Simon Porte’s story. After his family is killed in a car crash, Simon’s Uncle Raymond, whom he’s never met, brings him to live with him and his wife in upstate New York. Simon’s leery of his strange uncle, and for good reason. Raymond knows he’s dying and is using his diabolical powers to take over Simon’s healthy young body. Simon learns to develop his own powers. With the help of his dotty great-aunt, his newly-discovered sister, and a pair of odd-ball twins, he wages war against his evil uncle and his cronies.
 
·         Why do you incorporate the supernatural in some of your novels? 
I think supernatural elements enhance the excitement, raise the stakes, and help drive the plot. Simon’s always been aware of his extraordinary ability to read most people’s minds, but with his great-aunt to guide him, he must develop his inherited powers to defeat his uncle and save his own life. 
·         Describe your writing in three words.
 
Entertaining, compelling, smooth.
 
 
·         Share with us your biggest hurdles in the writing process? 
Believe it or not, it’s sitting down to write each day. I secretly wonder each time if I’m up to the job. Once I get started I’m fine. After writing for so many years, you’d think I’d remember this. 
·         What project(s) are you working on now?  
Right now I’m writing a sequel to my adult mystery, Giving Up the Ghost. I’m also editing a romantic suspense to send to one of my publishers.
·         Is there anything else you would like to say to your readers?  
A few months from now, StarWalk Kids is bringing out my second Rufus novel for young readers: Rufus and the Witch’s Slave. Rufus is spending a summer month in the south of France with his friend Billy’s family. The boys encounter an old witch who is taking advantage of a young girl’s magical powers and forcing her to steal from surrounding villas. 
·         Where can readers find you and your book(s) online? 
My website is: www.marilynlevinson.com
 
My Amazon page is: http://amzn.to/K6Md1O

 

DevilsPawnAbout the Book:

Paperback price: $12.98
eBook price: $2.99
Publisher: Booktrope Editions
ISBN-13: 978-1-5137-0215-5
After fifteen-year-old Simon Porte’s family is killed in an automobile crash, his father’s brother whom he’s never met brings Simon to live with him and his wife in upstate New York. Simon doesn’t trust Uncle Raymond, and for good reason. Raymond is dying and using his powers to take over Simon’s body. Simon and his allies—his dotty great-aunt Lucinda, his sister whom he finds living with another relative, and a pair of odd twins—wage war against the evil Raymond and his cronies.
 
About the Author:

MarilynA former Spanish teacher, Marilyn Levinson writes novels for kids and mysteries for adults. Some of her books for young readers are AND DON’T BRING JEREMY, which was a nominee for six state awards, NO BOYS ALLOWED, and RUFUS AND MAGIC RUN AMOK, an International Reading Association-Children’s Book Council “Children’s Choice.” RUFUS AND THE WITCH’S SLAVE, will be out in the fall. Marilyn like traveling, foreign films, reading, knitting, Sudoku, dining out, and talking to her granddaughter Olivia on Face Time. She lives on Long Island.