Release Blitz and Author Interview: ‘Scavenger Girl Series – Season of Atchem’ by Jennifer Arntson

Title: Season of Atchem

Scavenger Girl Series Book 1

Author: Jennifer Arnston

Genre: Fantasy / Dystopian

Release Date: 21st October 2017


Stripped of their birthright and shunned by the people of Ashlund, Una and her family are forced to live on the fringe of society as Scavengers. There is no question that her family’s bond is strong, but the law of the Authority is stronger…and soon it will come to collect her. After all, the family is on borrowed time already.

When a night of torment and truth reveals well kept secrets, Una takes new freedoms – free from the Authority, her family, and possibly her fate. Pulled between the life she’s always known and a world where status and rituals are everything, Una struggles to understand a culture that has rejected all she holds dear. As Atchem comes to an end and she learns who she really is, will Una find the courage to do what it takes to ensure her family’s survival, or will she find the faith to follow her heart?


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Mother tried to help with the daily chores, but as I expected, she tired easily. As much as I hated to admit it, my father was right; she did need someone here to help her. I tucked her into bed, making sure she had fresh water on her bedside table. “You get some sleep, and I’ll start dinner. Did you want me to use the pork from the storage crock or are the men bringing home fish?”

“We never know what the river will give.” She yawned.

“Pork it is.” I kissed her forehead.

The best part of preparing dinner by myself was getting to decide what to have. Since I had no one to ask, I could fix whatever I wanted, and no one could complain. Tonight I wished to have cabbage and wild onions with the roast, simply because the men of our family didn’t prefer it. That’ll teach them for leaving me behind.

After putting the meat over the fire in the roasting pot, I found my plucking blade and headed to the vacant field across the road to find the onions. We had some in our garden, but the ones that grew on their own were much sweeter and had a richer flavor than their domesticated cousins.

I was searching at the edge of the tree line when I heard a branch snap. Gripping my blade, I crouched down immediately. While it was rare for anyone to come this far down our road, it wasn’t impossible. My eyes darted through the brush to find the source of the sound. It was too loud to be a rodent, and since I couldn’t see it, I assumed it was hiding from me.

My house was not that far away. I saw the corner of the perimeter from where I hid. Whoever was out there knew where I was and had the advantage. The gardening tool in my hand was not my weapon of choice. I had two options. I could stay and let them get closer, or take my chances and run. If they caught up to me, at least I’d be somewhat armed.

I checked my shoes and gathered my skirt in my free hand. There was no movement. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. Lunging from my spot, I sprinted toward home. Whoever was out there would either be chasing me or would let me flee, unless they attacked me with a spear gun or arrows. I glanced back to satisfy my fear only to miss the mole hole that tripped me. I fell and lost grip of my blade, which landed just out of reach. Panting, I rolled onto my back and searched the lot for movement again. This time, I saw something.

I crept back, searching blindly for the blade somewhere behind me in the grass. The shrubs rustled several yards away. If I were on my feet, I could outrun them for sure, but I wasn’t. To my surprise, I found the blade. Preparing myself for an attack, I rose above the grass, facing the moving darkness of the woods.

Slow and uninterested, a brown horse presented itself, still chewing the long reeds it found.

“Rebel?” My shoulders dropped in relief. The horse moseyed to where I lost the onions and folded open the cloth I had wrapped them in. “Hey! No!” I shouted, running back to get them.

The horse, with his massive face, gobbled them up before I got to them. “Seriously?” I shoved his nose away from the fabric. There was only one halfeaten bulb left.

I sighed. How did the horse get out here anyway? As angry as I was at him, at least I was here and could bring him back home. “Come on,” I said, walking away from him. When he didn’t follow, I showed him the bulb he hadn’t finished in an attempt to bribe him. “I said, let’s go.”

Rebel started to follow me back but stopped when we got to the road. As hard as I tried to convince him, he refused to go any farther. I teased him with the onion, pulled his mane, and even cussed at him. I would have pushed him from behind if I didn’t know better than to be at the back end of a horse. Desperate to move the beast, I slapped his hindquarters, and he started to move. Unfortunately, he moved in the wrong direction.

“Stop! Rebel, no!” I stood in front of him, but he kept walking, using his head to push me out of his way.

If only I had a rope! I ran back to our land, sprinting across the bridge and over to the hay barn. I grabbed the rope hanging on the outside of it, and at the same time, pushed myself off of it to redirect my run. I never stopped moving. With my skirt pulled high, I made it back to the road faster than I expected. I called out to Rebel, who had picked up his pace and was skipping down the road like a misbehaving child.

I would have let him go, except he was the only horse we had. My mother wouldn’t be of any help, and the men were at the river. I promised my family that I would not leave the house alone, yet there was no one to come with me. We needed that animal, and I could not let him simply walk away. Neither of my brothers would give a second thought to chasing him down. Why should I? There was no point arguing with myself; there was no right answer. I would be wrong if I went after him, or if I let him go.

As fast as I went, Rebel never seemed to get any closer. Out of breath and out of stamina, I stopped running. As long as I could see him, I would follow him. Horses got tried too, didn’t they? Apparently not as easily as I did. I was regretting my decision to miss breakfast this morning. I felt around in my pockets and found the half-eaten onion. “Ergh,” I moaned, turning it over in my hand. As much as I liked them, it made me ill to think of eating it raw and covered in horse drool. I shoved it back into my pocket with new motivation to put a noose around that horse’s neck. If I were lucky, I might be home in time for dinner.

Over the course of the day, the road we traveled whittled down to the width of a game trail, giving no evidence of it ever being used by men. I had never been out this far in this direction. We had long passed by the field of wildflowers, and I hadn’t seen anyone else for hours. At that point, I gave up my fear and stopped expecting enemies lying in wait. Initially, I worried about the Authority, but why would they be all the way out here? There was nothing to police this far from the village. Not during this season, anyway. Talium would be a different matter, but right now, I figured they’d be caught up in the preparations for the Festival and making sure Citizens were following the laws of Atchem.

The Temple didn’t have its own enforcement, so they would utilize the Authority whenever it suited them. Atchem was the holiest of times because of the three moons and their proximity to each other. For the God-fearing folks, this was the pinnacle of the year—celebration and fear of damnation all at the same time. Like little river swans, they’d follow the leader simply because everyone else did. If you spent enough time at the river watching their behavior, you’d learn that the leader rarely did anything except tire the smaller ones out.

Rebel finally stopped in a heavily wooded area with thick underbrush. Grateful for the rest, I sat on a boulder and let him graze on the greens. I didn’t intend on walking back; that horse was going to carry me back. I most certainly had earned it. The least I could do is let him eat before I made him take me home.

Under the tall evergreen trees, covering the undergrowth as far as the eye could see, grew a collection of the rarest shrubs in known existence. Rebel’s impromptu day trip turned up the find of a lifetime. In utter disbelief, I walked among them with my arms spread wide, touching the tops as if I were in a dream. Nobu-trees, characterized by their broad, waxy leaves and small, dark purple berries, were the things of tales and legends. The berries were useful if you needed to make yourself sick, but the thin woody stems were more valuable than gold. They were extremely flexible when harvested, but within hours of removing their bark, the wood dried out, becoming hard as stone. They were used for everything from nails, fishing hooks, and sewing needles to fine jewelry and much more.

From what I’d learned, these shrubs grew only during Talium, when it was dark. I wasn’t sure why I was seeing them now. To find them growing wild was impossible because they had been harvested to the brink of extinction decades ago. The Authority collected the roots of the few they found and now the last few only existed in the Temple Gardens, or so I’d been told. Nobu-trees were heavily protected and were considered sacred plants of Malderbud, the tree god.

The legend was that Malderbud fell in love with a mortal woman whose body reminded him of a flower. He took her from her family and locked her within the tall, stone walls of his private garden for his personal enjoyment. He would visit her each day, bringing her gifts and hoping to make her fall in love with him, yet each attempt failed. His continued presence sickened her. Every gift he would bring, she would reject. The only thing she congratulated him for was the beauty of what she saw around the garden, but each plant, vine, fruit, and flower, reminded her of home and the family that she desperately missed.

After several seasons, he tired of her constant sorrow and was angered by her refusal to love him, despite his attempts at winning her affection. In a fit of rage, he dug his feet deep into the garden’s soil and poisoned the plants from their roots to the end of their leaves. It was as if he burned them from the ground up. The pain of losing his garden was unbearable, so he created the Nobu-tree and placed it in the center of the ashes as his final gift to the woman. He thought, no matter where she was, she would see it as a symbol of his hope to win her love. He told her that once she confessed her love for him, he’d bring the gardens back and together they’d create new life. His plan couldn’t have failed him more. The only thing the woman saw was a reminder of his vengeance, and it broke her will to live. She decided she’d rather die than keep company with a deplorable tree for the rest of her mortal life.

During the change of seasons, when his attention was on the hills and the valley, she attempted to kill the tree by pulling at the stems and skinning them with her teeth. As she held it in her hands, she felt it firm up in the shape in which she held it. Then she created a new plan. She spent the next several hours cutting the branches into spikes and putting them together on the ground next to the wall of the garden. She whittled each one to be razor-sharp, pointing toward the sky. At dusk, when the wood had turned to rock, she climbed the garden’s wall as high as she was able before she pushed herself off, falling backward onto the bed of honed spikes.

Meanwhile, seeing all the beauty he created for mortals, Malderbud decided he had been unjust in his attempts at the woman’s love. He concluded that he’d rather see her happy and enjoying his creation outside his personal garden than entrapped in a desolate one with a single, unappreciated, blooming tree. When he returned home, he decided he would open the gates and set the beautiful woman free. His new hope was that she would learn to love him through the nature he created each season.

However, this particular season was long and laborious. When Malderbud returned, his plans suddenly didn’t matter. First, he found the mutilated tree in the center of the garden. Angered by her vandalism, but determined to set her free, he called for the woman for an explanation. She did not answer. He broke down the walls and watched for her to leave, but he never saw her. Feeling guilty for crushing her spirit, he roamed the garden, calling for her. To his dismay, he found her dried, dead body broken by the bed of hardened spikes the disheveled tree had provided. He was too late and knew he was the reason for her death.

They say that Malderbud only grows the Nobu-tree in his absence, during the darkness of Talium, in remembrance of the only woman he ever loved. Unlike many other useful vegetation species, it has no defense against harvesting. The roots are small, and its coloring stands out among the ground cover. Some say it’s an effort of repentance for his unbridled selfishness.

So, why was it growing here during the harvest season? Knowing the treasure I’d found, I collected as many Nobu branches as I was able to bind with the rope I intended to use to lead Rebel back. While I didn’t expect a leisurely ride home, I now had a sense of urgency to get there. These twigs would dry slower with their bark still attached, and time was a luxury I was not about to waste. My father would be so pleased with my recapture of Rebel, not to mention how impressed he’d be with my claim!

I felt like a thief as I hurried Rebel back the way we’d come. Thankfully, he did as I commanded and stopped refusing my lead. The constant pressure to check for strangers made me perspire with anticipation. If caught, would I be arrested? I was merely doing what Scavengers did; I was claiming what was given by the gods, right? Would that matter to a passing Citizen? Growing ever more anxious, I kicked Rebel to go faster. We needed to get home, now.


Author Interview:

1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?

Like most people, I wear a lot of hats. I’m a dreaming artist, a 1050’s housewife, a well-rounded consultant, and a mom who’s rushing her kids to the bus each morning. I started writing as a way to express my thoughts and feelings, but journaling never quite did it for me. I didn’t want to write about my life; I wanted to write about Una.

2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?

I write everywhere I am able. I have a spot at my desk, kitchen table, and outside on my wine deck, but I’ve also been known to sit on bathroom floors while my kids were bathing, or in my car during swim lessons.

3: Where do your ideas come from?

Scavenger Girl began as a dream I had. When I woke up, I couldn’t shake it. I thought about all the reasons they were in the predicament they were in, and how they’d get out of it. It consumed my thoughts for days until I finally sat down and started writing it. I figured if I wrote it down, I’d be able to stop thinking about it. After five books, that still has yet to happen.

4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?

Actually, a little bit of both! I have main ideas of where I wanted to go, but no real map on how to get there. I let the characters decide.

5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?

I like books about the underdog, that over exaggerate reality. As such, dystopian seems to be more of a backdrop to the story, but certainly is present!

6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?

It’s always fun to picture the characters as real people. For Scavenger Girl, most of the characters features were based on actual people I either know, or people I’ve come in contact with. Sadly, none of these people are actors. In fact, I’m pretty sure they don’t even know they were my inspiration! That being said, if I’d have to pick an all-star cast, I’d probably say these talented people might be able to pull it off.

Una – Nina Dobrev

Calish – Jeremy Irvine

Marsh – Chris Pratt

Redena – Ashley Judd

Tawl – Hugh Jackman

Blue – Jeremy Sumpter

Haly – Amy Adams

Pantis – Sir Ian McKellen

Marquette – Kathy Bates

People not in the story, but whom I’d like on set anyway:

Dwayne Johnson (but the reason why is for a different interview)

7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors.

Being an indie author, I tend to follow Indies more than mainstream / big name authors. Indie’s tend to follow less ‘rules’ of storytelling and therefore take my imagination to fantastic places. Of course, I tend to read what is popular ever once in a while, just to see what the buzz is all about.

8: What book/s are you reading at present?

Currently I’m reading “Generation Gap,” by Alex McGilvery. It’s about a time when the plights of age have been nearly eliminated, so only the oldest (and I mean OLD) rule. As such, the younger generation, up to 80-years old or so, strive to attain the necessary means to ‘retire.’ The story follows a student who makes a daring escape and through a series of riddles and clues, finds an underground group of defectors living under the radar, enforcing their own form of justice. I’m only about half way through, but I’m gobbling it up!

9: What is your favourite book and why?

Ok, you’re going to laugh…Room on the Broom by Julia Donaldson. I love the rhyming, the imagery, illustrations and message. I read it out loud to my kids and their friends whenever possible and have a captive audience every time.

10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?

Ha! I might not be the best person to ask – some people have watched my journey and say, “I had no idea it was so hard. Why are you doing this?” Well, if you want to be a writer, you first have to be a special kind of nutter. I’m not judging anyone, heck, I’m the self proclaimed Queen of the Nutters! And if you didn’t start out a nutter, you’ll turn into one. Your stories will become all consuming. You’ll fall in love with these characters, even the ones other people HATE. Why? Because you know why they ended up like that, and a part of you feels sorry for them. Like children, you’ve created them so you may not like them, but you’ll still love them. You’ll start to look at the world differently when you realize all of us have a story. Some people hide them, some tell all, but everybody is the main character of their own story. I think the secret is finding the story you want to tell and do it. When you do, give it your all.

11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?  



Twitter: @JennArntson / Characters: @Una_Ashlund @Cal_of_Ashlund @Mar_of_Ashlund





About the Author:

Author, dreamer, and sworn enemy of Caillou

Jennifer Arntson has a long history of crafting tales that people find unbelievable, but often true. As an observer of human and social development through the ages, a curiosity of faith, and dedication to the underprivileged of the developing world, Jennifer finds her creative outlet in stories and fables. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and two children, and a mini-farm of otherwise useless animals where the family eagerly caters to their every need.


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Author Interview: ‘Playing to Win’ by Ashlie Knapp

About the Book:

Spunky, quick-witted twenty-one year old Callie Thompson is a University of Oklahoma journalism student by day and Oklahoma City Thunder dancer by night. Callie hopes her connections with the franchise might get her foot in the door for a sports broadcasting job when she graduates. She just has one rule: never date the players.

Kyle Kelly is the deadly handsome and charmingly Southern Thunder man of the hour. All the twenty-six year old is looking for is an NBA championship to call his own. An unexpected meeting with an opinionated, feisty Callie, however, who is very unimpressed with his celebrity status, sets his sights toward winning two things: her heart AND the championship.


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Author Interview:

1: Tell us a little about yourself and what got you in to writing?

I’m a mom of two genius, beautiful children of the people variety and four of the four-legged kind – two cats and two dogs. My husband is a coach and his players are basically my children by default, so I usually have a house full of teenage softball girls. I hate mornings, mushrooms and mosquitoes. I was born and raised on a farm and learned how to drive a truck when I was eight years old. I binge watch too many episodes of Parks and Recreation, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead.

2: Do you have a favourite time and place where you write?

I’m a night owl, so I usually begin writing around ten at night and finish around twelve or twelve-thirty. The house is quiet and the words flow from my brain to my fingers. I write from the comfort of my bed and I may or may not have a cat in my lap trying to help me type and a twelve year old cocker spaniel at my feet.

3: Where do your ideas come from?

I was born and raised in Oklahoma, which is where all my books are set. I used to be a teacher, which is the profession of one of my main characters in my first novel. I played basketball and was raised by a coach, hence the creation of my Playing series. Basically, I write what I know.

4: Do you have a plan in your head of where the story is going before you start writing or do you let it carry you along as you go?

If seems that for everyone of my novels, the very first sentence (usually when I’m completely settled and comfy in bed) comes to mind and it flows from there. I don’t know where the story is going. I just have a vague idea of what I want to happen. The longer I write, the more the story builds until I have a complete novel. The characters tell their own story. I just type it for them.

5: What genre are your books and what drew you to that genre?

I write contemporary romance with happy endings. I love reading them – why not write them, too?

6: What dream cast would you like to see playing the characters in your latest book?

For my recent novel, my dream cast would be Blake Lively as Annie, Zac Efron as Wyatt, Shailene Woodley as Breckin, Emilia Clark as CC, Liam Hemsworth as Griff and Diane Lane as Sadie. Want to see if you agree? Read Unlikely in Love.

7: Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors?

I am an avid reader – always have been. Do I have to pick just one favorite??? Right now, I’m big on anything by Marina Adair, Rachel Higginson, Jessica Park and Emma Chase. I’ll also read anything by Suzanne Collins, Lauren Oliver, Dan Wells and Tahereh Mafi.

8: What book/s are you reading at present?

I’m currently reading Every Little Kiss by Marina Adair and just devoured The Difference Between Us by Rachel Higginson.

9: What is your favourite book and why?

Now, this is one I ABSOLUTELY can’t choose. I’m always up for reading The Hunger Games. I think I’ve read it four times. Does that count?

10: What advice would you give for someone thinking about becoming a writer?

My advice is to write, write, write. Write anything and everything. And read. Read the genre you want to to write, just so you can get the feel of different authors and how you want your book to flow.

11: What are the best Social Media Sites for people to find out about you and your work?  

You can follow me on several places:



Twitter: @authorashliek

Instagram: @authorashlieknapp



About the Author:

I am a small town Oklahoma mom with a passion for writing. One who loves happy ever afters. I’d rather buy a book knowing I am going to be smiling at the end, floating on a cotton candy cloud of sunshine and rainbows instead of dreading the never-ending tears, swollen eyes, red nose and soggy pillow that follows a heart-breaking tragedy. Nuh-huh. I want the fairy tale. Forget Romeo and Juliet. I’ll take Snow White and Prince Charming any way. I love binge watching Parks and Recreation, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead and am quickly on my way to becoming the crazy cat lady. I hate mornings, mushrooms and mosquitos. My days are spent with my two witty and intelligent children and love-of-my-life husband on the lake or the golf course. If I’m not there, you can find me napping on the couch with my twelve year old Cocker Spaniel and two cuddly cats.

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Release Tour: ‘In Too Deep’ by Kimberly Kincaid

USA Today bestselling author Kimberly Kincaid returns with a new romantic suspense, IN TOO DEEP. Edgy, suspenseful and hot – in more ways than one – IN TOO DEEP features a friendship turned romance and edge-of-your-seat action!


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About In Too Deep:

Title: In Too Deep

Author: Kimberly Kincaid

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: October 17, 2017

Publisher: Kimberly Kincaid Romance

Series: Station Seventeen

Format: Print & Digital


As Station Seventeen’s rookie, Luke Slater knows his fire and EMS training will be both rigorous and risky, but he never imagined having to partner up with the one woman he wants to keep at arm’s length most of all. Quinn Copeland is as wide-open as Luke is reserved. He has no interest in letting the sweet and sexy paramedic rock his hard-earned control. But the need for composure becomes the need to survive when they find themselves in the crosshairs of a brutal gang leader on their first shift together.

Paramedic Quinn Copeland’s station mates aren’t just her friends. They’re her family. She’d do anything to keep them safe—including reluctantly trusting her impossible-to-read, impossibly gorgeous new partner with the one thing she holds close. As the passion between Luke and Quinn goes from a slow burn to a sizzle, their steps grow more and more dangerous, both in the fire house and out. Can they outwit a cold-blooded killer and face the fears that could cost them everything? Or are they in too deep?

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 An excerpt from IN TOO DEEP

Copyright © Kimberly Kincaid 2017

Quinn sat in the passenger seat of Luke’s sleek, dark gray sports car, finally able to breathe for the first time in hours. The unease that had clutched at her chest, tightening like a vise with each faked smile and passing minute she’d sat in the Crooked Angel, was finally loosening, allowing her the luxury of a steady inhale/exhale without having to hide the truth from the people who were closest to her. She was in Luke’s car, sitting right beside him. His body was right there. Warm. Safe. Close enough for her to reach out and run her hand over his bare forearm, his fingers that were callused in some places, soft in others.

There. Easy. Breathe…

Luke pulled into the parking lot beside her apartment building, quieting the engine without pulling the keys from the ignition. His gaze moved covertly over their surroundings, mirroring the one Quinn had just sent over the adjacent parking spaces, the brightly illuminated walkway connecting the parking lot with the apartment building, the potential spots where someone might lurk or hide.

“Looks clear.” It was the first thing he’d said since he’d quietly told Isabella and Hollister he was going to take her home, then paid Kennedy for the beers they didn’t drink.

Quinn nodded in agreement. “Mmm hmm.”

Heeding the detectives’ advice not to dawdle, they both got out of the car, Luke locking the doors with a click-CLICK of a button on his key fob before walking her over the paved path leading to the front door of her building. The tension that had made a playground out of her shoulders faded with each step, and she and Luke made their way over the threshold, into the elevator, and down the tastefully carpeted hallway until finally, they were in her apartment.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” Heat climbed Quinn’s cheeks as she grew aware of how very alone they were, standing there in her dusky foyer with nothing but the soft light filtering in from the one bulb she always left lit over the kitchen sink. But Luke was the only person she didn’t have to hide anything from. The only person who could get her to breathe. The only person she could be truthful with.

And the truth was, she wanted him.

It seemed completely contradictory that her body should respond in such a primal, greedy way when her brain was a jumbled mess. That was just the thing, though. Her thoughts were a mess around her friends. They were a mess when she tried to work, and they were definitely a mess whenever she remembered the kidnapping. The only time her mind wasn’t on overdrive was when she thought of Luke, with his hand on her rib cage and his breath in her ear, as steady as a heartbeat.

God, she wanted his touch so badly, she ached.

“Do you want to talk about what’s going on with you?” he asked, his eyes steady on hers even through the shadows of her foyer.

“Honestly?” She stepped toward him and shook her head. “No.”


“Please, just stop. I don’t want to talk about the other day. I don’t even want to think about it.”

Luke opened his mouth, likely to argue, but she cut him off before he could say so much as a syllable. “Look, I’m not stupid, okay? I know I can’t ignore things entirely. I’m not foolish or flighty enough to think I can magically make the truth into something it’s not. But you asked me what I need, and right now I need to not remember what happened, just for a little while.”

A pause opened between them. Quinn’s heart raced so rapidly she was certain he had to be able to register the constant thump-thump-thump from where he stood.

Finally, he said, “What else do you need?”

For a question that had the potential to be so complicated, her answer was shockingly simple, and even though she knew it made her vulnerable, she didn’t hesitate.

“Just for tonight, I need to feel something other than scared. I need to remember what it’s like to feel good.” She moved closer, until she could feel his exhale coast over her cheek. Yes. This. I need this. “So please, can you stay for a while and make me feel right again?”



About Kimberly Kincaid

Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet and hot and edgy romantic suspense. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a USA Today best-selling author and a 2016 and 2015 RWA RITA® finalist and 2014 Bookseller’s Best nominee who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.

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Release Blitz: ‘Rewrite’ by Stephanie Rose

Title: Rewrite
Author: Stephanie Rose
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 19, 2017



Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.

But our story was never that simple.

I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was back—and wanting me the way I’d always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldn’t alter the past.

I didn’t want to rewrite my future.

Brianna was always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasn’t good enough for her, though—more the villain than the hero in our fairy tale. When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better man—for her. But when I finally did return, she wasn’t waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn’t change our past.

It was time to rewrite our ending.

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“This place is amazing, Josh.”

My chest swelled with pride as Brianna’s widened eyes darted around the shop. Maybe it wasn’t really my place, but Uncle Billy trusted me enough to run it on my own. I hired the employees, handled the books, and met with customers.

He depended on me instead of waiting for me to fuck up. The local troublemaker came back and made good, but that wasn’t such an easy sell for everyone. Good thing I didn’t give a shit about everyone. The only opinion that ever mattered stood in front of me, beaming with pride.

My mouth split in a wide grin. “Thanks. It’s getting there. Hoping things pick up a little after the holidays. No one wants a new bike when there’s an inch of ice on the ground.” I laughed until Brianna’s face fell.

“Can I ask you something?” She slid into the chair in my office as her lips pursed.

“Of course.” I leaned my hip against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. “What’s up, Cupcake?”

“Did . . . did you really have a new client in Manhattan last week, when you drove me to work?”

I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Why would you ask that?”

“Scott and I—” She shook her head and waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Don’t mind me.”

“No.” I nudged her ankle with my foot. “Let me guess. Scott isn’t too happy about me hanging around so much.” I raised an eyebrow.

Brianna reluctantly nodded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.” She chuckled to herself. “They get territorial if someone else tries to play with their toys.” She laughed until she realized what she said and then covered her mouth with her eyes huge. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it. “I didn’t mean play, I meant . . .” She dropped her head into her hands, and I couldn’t hold in a laugh anymore.

“C’mon, Bri. I’m dying to know.” I peeled her fingers away from her face and crouched in front of her. “What did you mean? Scott thinks I want to play with you? Don’t tell him about the GI Joe and Barbie castle we made when we were kids. He’ll flip the fuck out.” Her cheeks flushed as she nudged my shoulder.

I caught her hand and held it in both of mine. As our gazes locked, laughter stopped. There was no way in hell what I was feeling was only one-sided. I doubted it ever was.

We didn’t talk about it, but I remembered every moment of that night at my apartment. Brianna rushing over to take care of me, the tortured look on her face when I asked her to get into bed with me. It wasn’t my finest hour, but I needed her. My soul cried out for her that night and she came, like she always did. She may have ignored my wimpy confession, but when she said she loved me, I knew she didn’t mean as only her best friend.

“Josh,” Brianna pleaded on a whisper. “Don’t, please.”

“Don’t please what, Bri?” Feeling brazen, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered, urging me on. “Don’t touch you?” I let my finger drift over her full bottom lip. “Don’t kiss you?” I whispered with a husky rasp. Our faces were so close, our lips brushed. Brianna’s mouth parted, and I uttered a curse under my breath. We were so damn close. All we had to do was close that distance.

Her hand drifted up my shoulder and clutched the back of my neck.

“Josh,” Brianna sighed as she rested her forehead against mine. “We . . . We can’t.” Her hand drifted down my jaw. Her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks disagreed with the words sputtering from her mouth. I caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. It trembled as she took in a quick gasp.

“Yes, we can, Bri,” I whispered as I leaned in. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Shit, I almost tasted her. She stilled as I cupped her neck and inched closer.

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Stephanie Rose grew up loving words and making up stories. Being able to share them with readers is her dream come true. This lifelong Bronx girl loves Starbucks, wine and 80s rock. Her voice often gets mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.

She married her prom date and has a seven-year-old LEGO obsessed son. She believes there is nothing sexier than a good guy who loves with all his heart, and has made it her mission to bring as many as she can to the page.

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Release Blitz: ‘With Love’ by Liz Lovelock


Title: With Love
Series: Letters in Blood #2
Author: Liz Lovelock
Genre: Suspense/Thriller
Release Date: October 18, 2017




Dear Captor,

Do you find pleasure in my tortured screams?
My darkened cell is my own living nightmare.
Why do you continue to play this game? Why don’t you just kill me?
You’ve almost broken me all over again—but I’ve held firm. I’ve pushed through the pain you’ve inflicted. And now I’m seeing a side of you I never knew could exist. A side I connect with. A side I could grow to like.
Your touch on my skin . . . it ignites a fire within.
Only time will tell what will come of it.

With love,


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Liz is from bright and sunny Queensland, Australia. She has always been a reader. When she was little, she’d be up late reading Garfield and Asterix comic books and also Footrot Flats. When Liz hit high school, they gave her Tomorrow When the War Began by John Marsden, and from there her love of books continued to grow.

Liz keeps a notebook and pen beside her bed for when those late-night ideas pop into her head, plus she’s a stationery addict and loves pens, notebooks, and, well, anything stationery.


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