Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Three Things Day #1 excerpt

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Three Things by Melissa Shirley

Professional baseball player Ethan Remington—Remy to his friends—falls for Dr. Jillian Carter at first sight, but Jillian does things in her own time. It takes her a bit longer to realize this is a man worth hanging onto. And she does…for ten years, through the births of their daughters, through Ethan's career-ending accident, and through marriage counseling to deal with problems he isn't aware they have. A new job, though, sends Jillian on her way to another town, and when Ethan doesn’t follow, she lets the pain overcome the love she’s never forgotten. Ethan convinces Jillian to come home for a weekend where they face all their hurt, all their memories and a past that will either draw them back together or tear them apart for good.

I almost swallowed my tongue. Jilly stood in the doorway wearing only a towel, clutching it as though I might give it a yank—and boy did I want to.
“Yeah?” I sounded like I hadn’t quite reached puberty yet, but I hadn’t seen her this near naked in a very long time. Long legs…smooth skin…hair piled up leaving all those sensitive inches of neck exposed, begging me for tender kisses that would make her mine again.
“I don’t think the hot water heater is working. It’s coming out cold.” Her voice was soft, breathless in a way I couldn’t have imagined, and over the last months, I’d tried.
I smiled and swung my legs off the bed to follow her to the master bathroom. The water heater worked just fine an hour before she showed up when I’d stepped in and dabbed on enough of the cologne she’d bought me to remind her I still cared.
She moved to the side as I stuck my hand under the stream of ice-cold water pouring into the tub. I twisted one knob off and the other on, waited a second and shoved the stopper into the drain. I’d gotten the lines mixed when I built on the new bathroom. She knew that. “Hot’s cold. Cold’s hot. Remember?”
She chuckled, and I almost closed my eyes to imprint that sound on my memory. I would hang onto it this time, not let it fade until I couldn’t call it up again. “I forgot.”
Even if I’d wanted to—which I didn’t—I couldn’t have stopped myself from stepping closer, from pressing every bit of luck I might have had. “Did you?” She sucked in a breath as I trailed my finger down her throat and across her collarbone to her shoulder. “Or did you just really want me to wash your back?”
Every inch of her visible skin colored to deep, rosy red and her gasp caused a telltale hiccup. She tugged the towel tighter and lifted her chin. “No. I think I can…I can wash my own back.” Hiccup.
“You don’t sound very sure.” This was dangerous territory, me pushing her, but I couldn’t let this moment pass. Not now. Not with every single thing riding on her wanting me again.
“I’m pretty sure.” Hiccup. She snatched a long-handled loofa off the hook over the tub. “See. Got the right tools and everything.”
I grinned, pretty sure there was a joke in there somewhere I should have recognized and used to remind her I was charming and witty, the man she loved. Instead, I stepped away, dropping my hand to my side. “Damn. I should have thrown that thing away a long time ago.”
The letdown hit me harder than I expected, and I blew out a breath. This was not something I could rush. While the clock continued to tick off minutes not in my favor, I couldn’t force her to love me if she wasn’t feeling it.
I reached over her shoulder and pulled down a bottle of the bubble bath she used to love. I’d spent hours sniffing fragrances in a department store until a salesperson had stepped forward to help me out and I described the scent to her. Flowers and maybe coconut?
Every once in a while, when the hurt ached through me and missing her was almost more than I could take, I came in here, sat on the floor with this bottle and opened the top, letting the scent wash over me. In those usually drunken moments, I could almost feel her palm sliding against my cheek, her lips in the soft spot where my shoulder met my neck. Almost.

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Thursday, May 25, 2017

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Melanie Cuyler is having a very bad year. First, she spills coffee on the pants of the most popular boy in school, the same boy she’s crushed on since … well, forever. Then, there’s an incident with a chocolate cupcake and the seat of her pants, an unfortunate attempt at kissing her best friend, a school change and the death of her mother. Unable to face her future her mother or her best friend, she wishes on a dandelion for a second chance.

When she wakes up, her mother is alive, her bestie is still himself, and no one knows the unfortunate nickname she earned thanks to the “cupcake incident.” None of those things—the ones she believed she dreamed—have happened yet. Slowly, it becomes clear that this was more than a dream and her dandelion wish came true. She has two weeks to change destiny, save her mother, and repair all the things she’s broken. But no matter what changes she makes, her new version of life doesn’t go quite as planned.


Sam Camden is on the verge of losing the only thing he ever cared about—his wife, Makenzie. First, she tells him she wants a divorce then she’s in a car accident and awakes with no memory of their life together. As much as he knows telling her the truth about their relationship is the right thing to do, he can’t leave her.

When he brings her home, suddenly the house she hated is perfect, she finds the closet she filled to capacity ridiculous, and the man she’s barred from her bed is all she wants. 

Makenzie knows something is wrong with her, but being married to the man she can hardly remember is more than she ever dreamed. She can’t remember her husband more than the feeling of safety he inspires, but as she watches him and the way he tiptoes around her and measures every word before he speaks it, and her memories come back in pieces, she’s torn between discovering the truth about herself and enjoying the contentment she feels with the life she barely recognizes.

Resisting their attraction to one another is harder than either is prepared to deal with, and together they have to figure out if they can overcome the secrets of their past or if it’s time to say goodbye once and for all. 

Dandelion Wishes Excerpt... A do-over beyond belief

“Did Tucker Fallon just kiss you?” KC’s scowl, along with the hands punched onto his hips say plenty of things his  quiet words don’t. For the space of one delusional second, I think he must care about me in the way I do him. Then, I remember the way he backed off my bed. I can hear the thud in mind when he hit the floor. The thud that ended our friendship.
I blow out one of those fake disbelief scoffs. It catches on a chuckle and escapes as a snort. “No.” A nod I can’t explain bounces my hair around my shoulders. “Well, yeah. That was weird, right?” And flattering…and maybe by tomorrow my heart will be able to resume normal pacing.
As if I’d imagined KC’s sour look, it disappears, and he tilts his head, not quite smiling, but no longer scowling. “If I was you, I’d get used to it, Mel.” He points at Tucker who shoots me a three-finger wave and the come-get-me smile that has been known to dissolve cheerleader panties at more than a hundred paces. “I’d probably also get vaccinated, but that’s just me.”
“Tucker Fallon kissed me. In what world does that happen?” Even in my wildest dreams—and I’ve already had one of those that didn’t include Tucker’s face being anywhere near mine—things like this do not happen to me.

“You went from tomboy to super model in the space of a day, Mel. You gotta expect that guys are gonna be looking at you now.” And the scowl is back.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Dandelion Wishes Excerpt ... Bad day

As I read the words I lie to myself all the time…Bam!...someone shoves me hard to the left, and in reward, I get a face full of chest…hard, masculine chest. In slow motion, I scream as my cup crushes between me and the aforementioned pectoral muscles. The caramel flavored coffee spills down the front of Tucker Fallon—all-star quarterback, last year’s homecoming king, and boy of my dreams. Familial social graces all having been bestowed upon my sister, I freeze. No way to spin this in my favor anyway.
In hindsight, I know I could have reacted in a million different ways, but in this moment, no viable options come to me. So, by the sheer power of instinct, my lightning fast reactions, and good sopping skills, I knee-drop right in front of him and use my jacket—in a very regrettable up and down motion—to scrub the coffee from his khakis. My skin burns hotter with each swipe against his pants, but I can’t stop. Nothing in the world is more important to me in this minute than undoing what I’ve done.
I don’t look up at Tucker to see what is probably terror on his face. There is a stain spreading across the front of him and I’ve turned into a jackhammer of super-scrubbing power. In the meantime, my heart threatens to beat out of my rib cage and my arm keeps pumping. Up and down. Up and down.
The laughter comes in quiet spurts at first, and I ignore it until it’s a symphony of sound. I lurch my head around. Here I am face to zipper with Tucker Fallon, vigorously rubbing my fleece jacket over his crotch, humiliating myself on levels it will take an act of God to bounce back from, and it seems the entire student body has crowded into the hallway to watch. And laugh.
Shame bubbles out of me in a sob, but I keep jerking my jacket over the spot where my coffee is soaking into his pants. In his defense, he tries to push me away once, until a new round of catcalls sounds and he drops his hands.
Thankfully, or maybe not, KC sees fit to amble past on his way to class. He stoops to wrap his fingers around my arm and lift me from my knees. “What the hell are you doing, Mel?”
“I spilled my coffee.” I lean in to whisper the words, as if by keeping my voice quiet it will erase this moment from the annals of history.

“And you thought giving Tuck a boner would make that right?” I hear his disbelief, see the question in his eyes, but my brain is on lock-down. Sweat rolls down my back, and I take another glance around—all these people laughing, not bothering to disguise it... I can’t think of a single thing to do or say to make them stop, to shut everyone up. Instead, I race to the bathroom and hide until the bell rings. Since I can’t just walk out and go home to bury my shame under my pillow until the good Lord sees fit to save me, I have no choice but to dry my eyes and get on with the day. I can do this. I can face it. 

Reviews, Reviews, Reviews

I am a girl who loves to read. LOVES LOVES LOVES to read. And I have read some doozies lately. Books I loved, and books I didn't quite make it through. As a writer, it is hard to sit back and judge others. It feels mean. It feels like I should be praising them, no matter what because I know what they've put into it--the hours in front of a computer, the sweat (deadlines are stressful, people), the creating people you love, little parts of yourself or others you know. Grueling work. Even more grueling are the reviews, especially is the reviewer doesn't love your people the way you do. 

So, why do I do it? Why would I deign to read the works of other authors and presume to know or assume that I am fit to sit in judgement of others? Like I said, I love to read. And if I find a book I love and would read twice (Hello, Outlander. Howdy, What You Wish For), I want to tell the world. So without further rambling... here are a couple reviews from lately. 

Oh the twists and turns! And what a tangled web she wove. Liza Cole is fabulous storyteller, if she knows the story. She's written one masterpiece and a few meh-novels. Her husband, David, a lawyer struggling with the disappearance of his law partner and best friend, is pulling away. And Lza's fertility treatments have side effects that make her feel as crazy as her characters. And Beth, the heroine in her new novel is a delicious character with striking similarities to Liza herself, even if Liza can't see them.

This is not the traditional who-done-it suspense novel, but is a 5 star read full of twists and turns as Liza rediscovers a forgotten past, crafts a new novel that is woven through Holahan's chapters, and comes to the startling realization that nothing and everything is as she remembers.
   This is a twisty novel that will keep a reader guessing from the prologue to the end. I liked this book a lot.
   This book was provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Billie Flannagan is a wife, a mother, a woman with a past. And now, she's gone. Dead? Maybe. Vanished? Certainly. previously wild and carefree, Billie is a woman with secrets uncovered throughout the course of an investigation by her husband, Jonathan, and her daughter, Olive. 

There is a lot that happens in this book. The message though - that the tilt of a mirror can change the perspective of we have of a reflection - is powerfully presented. The details while sometimes tedious are presented in such a way that I didn't regret reading every word. This book was provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

Summer Ryan has disappeared. One half of a twin set, Summer is the sweet, cello player with an eye toward the future. Her sister, Raine, is her polar opposite. Tough, street-smart and hair on the wild side, she is determined to find her sister, told hold her hand one more time and if she has to break into a house or two to do it, then so be it. Aided by a couple guys whose lives are no better than her own (one's a dialysis patient, the other is his father's punching bag), Raine embarks on a serious journey to find her sister, leaving no stone or drunk un-turned.  
The characters in this book are vividly crafted and the emotions are well presented. From beginning to end, the angst is palpable, the suspense is titillating and the ending is a surprise. I love that some phonetics were used to really set the book's tone and that the author didn't shy away from the tough topics these characters faced. I won't reveal the end, but wow. Really well done!

Friday, May 19, 2017

What You Wish for...THE TRAILER!

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Thursday, May 18, 2017

WHAT YOU WISH FOR by GINA WYNN The reviews are IN!!!!

When Maggie Forrester wakes up naked in bed with her boss, iceman Will Brian, she's sure it must be a dream. Or a feverish hallucination at the very least. But magic takes over when she begins to experience an impossible other life—complete with an alternate husband—and she's forced to confront the reality of the man she loves versus the man she's fallen in love with.

After secrets she believed long buried surface, both of Maggie's realities are threatened. As the truth of her past comes to light, she must decide which man she truly loves and which life she wants to live—if the choice is even hers to make. Sometimes, true love is even worth wishing for.

Sounds Great, right? Buckle up my friends. Here are just a couple things the reviewers are saying about What You Wish For!

"I'm still in the grieving process of when you finish a book and you wish you'd read just a little bit slower so it would never really end."--Noelle

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Interview part 2 with Gina Wynn

Back for day 2 with Gina Wynn!!!!!!

ME: Will is a very romantic character. Did you model him after someone?

GINA: Nope. :-) I tend to think any romance-novel male (any written by a woman, anyway) is more fantasy than real. And that's what Will is for me. Not perfect, but definitely fantasy. He lives in a different dimension, after all. :-D

ME: Did you have the end planned from the start when you began writing? Without revealing too much, what other ending did you have in mind?

GINA: The ending was almost exactly opposite. I actually have it written already, and I had to change it based on how the book was flowing, and - for lack of a better way to define it - what the characters wanted. If any readers are curious what the (completely unedited ending) was shaping up to look like, let me know. Although obviously it's a huge spoiler, so best to read What You Wish For first as a frame of reference. I also have various little bits and pieces I wrote as I went along - parts that never made it into the story, or helped me to get to know supporting characters better.


GINA: I've considered it. I have an account on WattPad but I know readers there prefer finished stories.I've also had requests to write further stories in the Wish Universe and, truthfully, there are probably about 4 further stories I could write about the characters (a mixture of lengths) but I'm not sure any would capture the same feel as Wish, and they'd certainly be much more straightforward genre-style writing. So I'm not really sure I want to risk diluting Wish in that way. :-/ I'm undecided. Regarding newsletters, I know I should start one, and I'd love to because i love chatting to people, but I don't have a to to giveaway each month, and none of my children are badly behaved enough for me to offer them as prizes...yet. ;-)

ME: If you could choose anyone in the world to play Maggie in the What You Wish  For movie who would you choose?
Same question for Will and Jake.

Image result for patrick brammallGINA: Eek! Oh nooooooo... I don't know. I'll be honest with you. I don't even know what they look like. They're British, but I don't really know. Anyone could play them, I suppose. :-D Let me think. How about...even before I saw Fringe, I kind of saw Will as a bit of Joshua Jackson, maybe. But Pacey's... he will be forever Pacey in my heart <3... eye colour is wrong. As a first-tie, I also considered Patrick Brammall. For Jake, I actually quite like Jake McDorman. But I'm open to all suggestions. I haven't seen anyone who has struck me as a Maggie. Maybe readers have some different - better? - ideas.


GINA: I quite like that you can't because that keeps him almost real. His own man. :-D

ME: If you could pick any song to  characterize Maggie and Will's relationship, what would it be? What about for Maggie and Jake?

GINA: I had a play list while I was writing, but I don't want to say too much about which song relates to which person/relationship. I pinned a few of the songs on my Wish Pinterest page, though, so people can head over there an listen to them. I end up with a loose playlist for everything I write - although some songs only end up on there by virtue of being so popular, and played so often, at the time I wrote the story that they became intertwined in my head. My Wish Pinterest board is here: Definitely the stand out two are John Legend - All of Me and Harry Nilsson - Without You, though. Again, I'm always glad to hear other people's suggestions. :-)

ME: Ok. Let's just put this out there. There is a rumor (*wink*) that this book touches on the taboo subject of adultery. How did/do you rationalize it in context with the storyline and what do you want to tell readers about the way it's handled?

GINA: Hmm. This is a tough one. Wish is definitely kind of morally grey in that area, but only in the same way Outlander should have been morally grey when Claire married Jamie. Is there adultery? Maybe. Does it feel like a cheating book? In my opinion no. The basic premise is that Maggie essentially has two husbands in two alternate worlds (so experiences two lives) but she struggles with that. How can she be married to two? How can she love two? I've made it sound a lot blunter than it is, because it's far more nuanced as the back story evolves. I've asked people if it feels like a cheating book and been told "Not at all" and one of my Goodreads reviews states: "I usually don't like a book with adultery. I'm a bit of a traditionalist, but the way this book was written just hooked me. I couldn't stop reading it and wanted to know what was going to happen." so different people clearly believe different things. :-) I think people are just going to have to read it and decide for themselves, in a way, because everyone's opinion will be different on how Maggie should have handled things. That's kind of one of the things I like about Wish. It isn't a simple from a to b storyline, and it certainly gave me plenty to think about while I was writing.


GINA: I don't know. I suppose that's part of where the story came from - the big "What If?" The start of any book, really. I think the important thing to remember if Maggie was never guaranteed which life she belonged in. I suppose that had an impact on the way she behaved.

ME: Maggie is presented with a very unique problem. Getting to know your other dimension husband is not something we usually get to do. Tell us what your other dimension husband would be doing 
RIGHT NOW and what you would be doing.

Image result for man cooking gifGINA: Giving me a massage? :-) I don't know. Maybe single handedly cooking me something to eat, wrangling my/our children and promoting my books. :-) He'd be good at all three, naturally.


GINA: Straight swap in terms of technology. Or somewhere more medically advanced so we're all safe from illness. But, then, if I was put in a position where I had to go to a completely different life/environment/world, the most important thing would be love, right?

ME: Name 2 things, if you could take them with you, that you would take across dimensions if you were in Maggie's situation.

GINA: In Maggie's situation? Maggie and I are quite different, but I couldn't imagine going anywhere without my children (there are three of them, soI'll just lump them into a group, for ease and save having to choose. ;-) ) I'd also need my laptop, although I'm not sure it'd work in another dimension. Maybe I could shove it in a bag with my notebooks, because I wouldn't want to lose all of my story ideas. Oh... I need a third thing, after all. I'd have to take my best friend, because how else would I cope? :-D


GINA: I'll be forever in your debt if you give it a chance. :-)
Other stuff is coming. I'm a sloooooooow writer with an huge tendency for procrastination, but I have a couple of other books out there, and more ideas than I can keep up with. I also have a deadline that I should be working on right now. :-) I have a couple of other projects I am excited to get back to, although - very sadly - one was written with the devil as the main character before the lovely Tom Ellis stole my thunder with his portrayal of Lucifer, so that might be destined for WattPad, if I ever get it finished. :-) Like I said, I'm slow. (But hopefully worth waiting for!)

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

What You Wish For...An interview with the Author

I have read a lot of books. And by a lot, I mean...A LOT. And I have had book hangovers that rival the real deal, but there is only one book that gives me that same hangover every time I read it (And I have read it often and repeatedly since I first "met" the author).

What is that book, you ask. Why all the suspense, you're probably wondering. No big secret. No reason to NOT tell. The book is WHAT YOU WISH FOR by Gina Wynn.

This is a book with heart that will make you laugh at lines like... Note to self: Career suicide—never the way to ask for a pay increase.

...make you want the hero when he says things like "Choose me, Maggie. I choose you"

...make you feel for the supporting characters because they are just so darned likable (Wait until you meet Jake)

...make you want to relive it over and over again. And I have. But now, some insight into the author.

Gina lives in England. She uses the word "Bloody" in place of my favorite four letter word that not surprisingly rhymes with DUCK, and she is a mommy who has to sneak writing time around bedtime, homework, bath time, dinner, and baking bread (Obviously not in that order. That would just be silly). She has worked with children (Professionally and in her private life), been an editor (the only person I trust with a first read of my stuff), a wife (with a scary number of book boyfriends), and my bestie (What can I say? I', blessed)!!!!

Now, without further adieu, get to know Gina her own words.

ME: Where and when do you write?

GINA: I write all the time and none of the time. I write around my children and around my housework or, when the housework gets to be too much and my whole family is living in something environmental health would restrict access to, I get an attack of the guilts for not writing or keeping house adequately. :-) I’m sure there’s no balance to be had. :-)

With regard to Wish specifically, it came out of me fairly rapidly…well, for 80, 000 words and a few more, it wasn’t so bad. When I wasn’t writing it, I was thinking about it. I went on holiday with my family in the middle of writing, and we had some fairly long car journeys. I can’t read or write in a car, but I thought about the characters and situations constantly. I knew them all really well when I came home.

Sometimes, I put my laptop in the corner of the kitchen (ow whichever room I’m supposed to be tidying) and write a sentence here and there. It’s not very often I get time for long sprints. It’s why I’m such a slooooooooow writer. :-D 

ME: It makes for intense reading when I'm dying for the next bit. I'll be scheduling a meeting with your husband and children to discuss my plight!

ME: When did you start writing, and why?

GINA: Like many writers, Ive been writing since primary school. When I was 6, I was writing some of the longest stories in my class - stories that the teacher would write notes home about, or that would get read to the whole school at assembly. 

With Wish, specifically, I started it all of a sudden one afternoon when my children were on a break from school. Id spent the afternoon helping my son sort what felt like gallons of lego into bricks of the same colour, and I just wondered what my alternate self was doing right then. I assumed she was somewhere peaceful with a hot chocolate. 

ME: My alternate self is somewhere on an island with a copy of What You Wish For while Bon Jovi smooths suntan lotion on my back. ... Oh, right. This is about you. Sorry.

ME: What do you find hardest to write?

GINA: Ha! Anyone who knows me while Im writing will know the answer to this. :-) I find writing the sex scenes hardest of all. I like them to justify themselves in terms of the storyline progression, and I like them to forward the characters’ journeys. They have to feel quite natural, but writing them naturally is the thing I find most difficult of all, for sure. :-)

ME: She isn't kidding. We joke about a line one of us wrote...I think it was her?... Instead of writing the love scene, we put in..."When they were finished." But eventually, the scene gets written and they are usually breathtaking and romantic and...*sigh* Amazing.

And now, the moment we've all been waiting for. Let's talk about Wish and Will and Maggie. Maybe even some Jake????

ME: Have you got a favorite scene - which? why?

GINA: In Wish, I don’t really have a favourite scene. When I’m reading, I switch between self-editing (still) and thinking ‘this is actually pretty good!’ those are the moments I live for - those times when the dialogue still makes me laugh, or a scene reads as if someone else has written it. I enjoy still being able to find surprises in my writing. 

ME: Well, I have a few favorites. I think there is so much depth of emotion in WISH and I latch onto any scene that makes me feel something real. The scene where Will and Maggie talk about Charlotte is a particular favorite. (Wanna know who Charlotte is? Can't tell. That would be a spoiler!) It was so emotional for me. I also liked when Will asked Maggie if she would be leaving through the front door or the closet. I could feel his pain and his desperation in that one line. To this day, I think it's one of the most brilliant lines I've ever read. (In context. I am just not doing it justice).

ME: Aside from taking my word as law, why should someone buy your book?

GINA: If you are looking for something a little bit different, or a book best described as ‘Outlander without the history, Fringe without the science fiction’ piques your interest, this could be the book for you. It doesn’t really have a genre, and I struggle to sum it up accurately, but there is some romance, friendship, a lot of love, and a secret or two along the way.

Hopefully it will make you think because the characters don’t always necessarily make the good, or ‘right’, choices, but they aren’t bad people. 


ME: Swimming pool or the sea?

GINA: Absolutely the sea for looking at, and walking beside and gazing out over, but a pool for swimming in. Preferably an empty pool so I can just swim along. :-)

ME: Fruit or chocolate?

GINA: If you knew me, you wouldnt need to ask I live in the country of ACTUAL Cadbury. I quite like fruit and nut chocolate, but that’s as far as my love affair with fruit goes. :-D 

ME: Take the car or walk?

GINA: Well, aside from the fact I don’t hold a driving licence, and it would be illegal to drive, I get some of my best ideas while walking. I actually miss that my now-4 year old no longer needs her buggy {WE AMERICANS CALL THEM STROLLERS} because something about the rhythm of pushing that, some days for miles, really got me thinking. 

I want to thank Gina for joining me today. And come back tomorrow for another WHAT YOU WISH FOR feature post! Don't forget to pick up your copy today!

Monday, May 15, 2017

Who should play Will

In the movies of my mind,  Will Bryan has taken on many faces.  Each one handsome,  because let's face it,  Will is beautiful in ways men aren't supposed to be.  He's romantic.  Not like average romantic,  either.  He's dream guy romantic.  So,  in ask the hundreds of times I've read What You Wish For,  Will has morphed from one stunning man to another.  Who would you pick? 

Oh Happy Day! Two By Two Cover Reveal!!!!!

AS far as romance heroines goes, what is a witch allergic to her own magic? And what about a vegan vampire for a hero? I'll tell you what it is...a FUN read. Vincent is witty and charismatic, and the relationship in this short story has substance. These characters are a chemical match made in heaven. Check below for a sneak peak inside the Salvation!

Two by Two Blurb: A match made in...outer space. When things at Absolution, the bar on space station The Salvation, take a turn for the strange, witch Penelope Hardacre is thrust into the wacky world of matchmaking. Without the meddling of bar owner Geraldine’s alternate personality, Gerald, it should have all been so easy. But, weres with weres, vamps with vamps, fairies with fairies… Penny’s ordered to pair them all without choice. Is she willing to compromise all of her morals to maintain her safety from Gerald, and what should she do with her best friend Vincent—the kind of fanged best friend who makes her feel safe and loved...and jealous?

On The Salvation, two by two won’t be quite what Noah had in mind. 


 She steeled herself against another sneeze until her eyes watered, then she shook her head. The creeping, crawling irritation under her skin brought a wave of reminders of spells gone wrong because of the distraction of a sudden itch or sneeze she couldn’t stifle.
“Not at all. I can’t imagine you’d know the difference between a therapist and a hooker because I have no doubt your claims of experience—no, expertise—as a lurve machine are much exaggerated.”

She plucked the lemon wedge from the edge of his glass and bit into the flesh as she wrinkled her nose again.

His gaze danced over her face, and his eyes flashed with either amusement or danger…or desire. She shivered a little in the warm room. “Just let it go, silly girl. Sneezes are like orgasms. An unstoppable force—though hardly a…delight.” He watched another drip making its way back to his drink from his nail, apparently bored with their conversation.

 But she knew better. “Whatcha drinkin’, my vampire friend?” She cooed the words as she twirled her hair around her finger in a playful gesture designed to annoy him as much as he’d irritated her, and nearly let loose a giggle as his expression turned sour.

“My drink.”

“Which is…?”

His eyes flared red for a second at her words. “Something you wouldn’t like.”

“Perhaps you mistake my love of tomatoes.” She kept her flirtatious tone in place and leant to rest her hand on his arm.

He bumped his fist against the table. “Keep your voice down, angelcakes. Can’t a man abide by his principles in peace?”

Glancing out at the dark sky and the pin-prick stars stretching into the unknown distance, she sighed.

“A man, Vincent? I thought you’d got over that pipe dream.”

“I am a man.” He ground out the words.

“You’re a vegan vampire, trapped on an old heap of a space station for maybe the rest of your days. That’s a long time.” She spared a look for his tomato juice. “Although maybe not quite so long if you were to give in to your basic instincts and get rid of anyone who annoyed you—which is everyone. At least then you’d be alone with your indignity and plant-based thirst-quenchers.”

He let loose a short, mirthless laugh. “Just me, you, and tomatoes. And you’re a witch who can’t do magic without sneezing and breaking out in an itchy rash.” He shrugged at her, his grin rueful. “What a pair we make.”

What a pair indeed.

Friday, May 12, 2017


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Title: What you wish for
Author: Gina Wynn
Genre: Romantic, Woman Fiction
Release Date: May 12
Tour Date: May 9 - 12
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When Maggie Forrester wakes up naked in bed with her boss, iceman Will Brian, she's sure it must be a dream. Or a feverish hallucination at the very least. But magic takes over when she begins to experience an impossible other life—complete with an alternate husband—and she's forced to confront the reality of the man she loves versus the man she's fallen in love with.

After secrets she believed long buried surface, both of Maggie's realities are threatened. As the truth of her past comes to light, she must decide which man she truly loves and which life she wants to live—if the choice is even hers to make. Sometimes, true love is even worth wishing for.


Part 4

A tear slipped down my cheek at the idea of being the woman any man
conquered, at what I’d allowed to happen. At what I’d done.
To Jake.
I brushed my palm over my face. It didn’t matter what I expected Mr. Brian’s behaviour to be with his overnight guests. I had no business being there to find out. That was the start and the end of it.
I warmed again, glad he couldn’t see me and my fifty shades of blush. Then I swallowed against rising nausea, my voice muffled by the trembling hand I pressed across my mouth.
Time to be the cliché. “Do you.... Ah, do you.... Um, did I mention Jake to you at all?”
“Jake?” His voice rose with emotion. Curiosity? Worry? Irritation or annoyance? “Jake Who?”
Yeah. Irritation. I cleared my throat. “Jake Forrester.”
“Forrester?” He appeared to be considering the word before he barked out a sharp question. “Dr. Forrester? Why would you mention him?”
I counted the seconds of sudden silence until a gentle knock.
“Maggie, are you okay? Do you mean you need a doctor? Stay there, I’m coming in.”
The handle above my head gave a small squeak of protest, and the luxurious carpet rubbed a slight burn against the backs of my thighs as the opening door pushed me forwards. I took a quick breath, inhaling new-carpet smell. My head came up as Mr. Brian squeezed into my line of sight. He’d found pyjama bottoms since the last time we were in the same room.
“Different Forrester, I think.” I smiled, but the weak attempt merely pulled the corners of my mouth. “Jake Forrester is a landscape gardener and tree specialist— drives a van covered in pictures of flowers. He always jokes his name made him do it—you know, Forrester. Gardens? You must have seen it. Sometimes he drops me off at work.” I pressed my lips together before I descended further into nervous babbling. Talking too much about Jake threatened to open up every floodgate holding my confused emotions in check.
Mr. Brian’s eyebrows knitted together, and his forehead creased. “Okay.” He paused, jaw tightening “Well, I can take you to see a doctor anyway. I’ll phone the practice. See if they can fit you in.” He slid back out of the overgrown cupboard, and the memory-lane whir of an old-school rotary phone almost convinced me I was sitting at my mother’s feet with my crayons while she caught up on all the latest gossip.
Oh God! Mum! She’d be mortified if she knew.
I slumped in defeat. I’d never be innocent of anything again.
Mr. Brian’s voice filtered through to me. “Hello. Yes, I wondered if any of the
doctors had an appointment free today? My wife doesn’t seem to be quite herself.” I jerked in shock at his words. His wife? That presented a disturbing and
unwelcome promotion from personal assistant. Mr. Brian continued. “What? No, not really, but if he’s the last one with an
appointment free, we’ll see him. Yes. Yes, I’m aware it’s a bank holiday.... Fine. Thank you for your help.” The call ended with the mostly forgotten, satisfying clatter of a receiver into a cradle.
Confusion buzzed through me. Waking up naked in someone else’s bed didn’t constitute a marriage agreement in anyone’s world. Propelled, finally, into action, I stood on shaky legs to dress in the creased clothing I’d scooped from the floor by his bed.
Walk of shame time.
Finding myself in the unenviable and inexplicable position of dressing in someone else’s clothes—apparently pre-worn for my convenience—added a whole new dimension of madness to the morning.
I crept from the wardrobe ten minutes later to find the bed made, the curtains drawn back, and the door to the ensuite bathroom wide open in either invitation or silent mockery of my earlier faux pas.
After lowering myself to the floor, I commando shimmied my way across the large area, peering under every item of furniture where my handbag might comfortably fit, and even into some spaces where it wouldn’t.
My hunt proved short but thorough. Stylish dark wood furniture became less overbearing against cream walls and sumptuous soft fabrics, but the complete lack of cupboards, drawers, and usual assorted knickknack clutter identified minimalist living as the ideal solution when a forgetful person couldn’t remember if they’d put something down where it didn’t belong.
The desire to continue to locate my stuff coupled with the chinking of plates and distant radio of someone else’s morning routine drew me to the bedroom door. I all- but-floated on silent sock-covered feet across luxury carpet and down the stairs.
The entrance hall presented another huge space without much in the way of furniture, except for an expensive-looking, expansive chest of drawers, pretty much perfect for hiding handbags—or bodies. I almost laughed at the insane direction of my thoughts. It’s only Mr. Brian. I’m safe with him.
I started towards it, but an oversized wedding photography canvas occupying acres of wall space captured my attention instead. My gaze skimmed across pale blue eyes devoid of celebratory sparkle and onto beautifully teased fairy-tale ringlets.
Some people. I had no clue why they transformed entire surfaces into costly, larger-than-life-size shrines to themselves. I brought my fingers to my lightly padded cheekbones in self-conscious comparison with the bride.
I flicked a glance back over the picture intrigued by the representation of beauty and idealism, and thoughts of finding my things came to a brain-jarring stop.
It was me.
She. Was. Me.
I didn’t recognise the perfection of the stylist-sculpted, milk-chocolate-toned hair or the smooth makeup concealing my smattering of freckles. It all looked far removed from my usual freshly washed, let’s go! appearance, and the forced smile in the photograph totally made my face appear plastic.
Yet it remained inarguably me.
I swayed, losing my balance, before sitting with a thump on the step. Okay. I clawed my thoughts together. A massive picture of me in my boss’s home coloured things a little differently. It’s only Mr. Brian. I’m safe with him.
As my manufactured confidence began to ebb, I spared a glance for the groom, finally able to notice one present at all, before peering closer. The man gazing at me with stark adoration in his devastating deep brown eyes was Mr. Brian.

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From a magical land of castles and kings (Okay, it’s England), Gina doesn’t feel as old as she looks, owns three children who can’t be tamed, and writes in spare – usually stolen – time. She sometimes bakes—not always with quite the desired results, and has found the only solution to keeping the characters in her head quiet is to placate them with lots of other lovely books and worlds. She has been published by Decadent Publishing, who currently have two of her books, both of which are romance titles – “Her Dollmaker’s Desire” and “Her Undercover Christmas”.

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