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Saturday, September 8, 2018

"Journeys Unsilenced" by Senti Ncube

EXCERPT
Journeys Unsilenced
by Senti Ncube

Journeys Unsilenced by Senti Ncube

Senti Ncube stops by today to share an excerpt from Journeys Unsilenced, his debut book of poetry.

Description
Journeys Unsilenced poetically expresses thoughts and feelings experienced along the journey of life. This book will take you through life's highs and lows from an introspective and empathetic point of view.
Come along for the journey and see where it takes you!


Excerpts
In My Dreams
She gives me a feeling I haven’t felt in quite a while,
And she only enhances it with her effervescent smile.
Light shines in her eyes where her beauty is kept;
Her soft, glowing eyes show me soulful depth.
An element of shyness only adds to her attraction,
Which caused me to have this impulse reaction.
Beautiful on the outside, but more so in;
Her kindness is genuine having no end.
In my dreams, I could never reach through,
But maybe in reality, I could reach out for you.
***
Life Perspectives
Somewhere a sunset is a sunrise.
Somewhere a sunrise is a sunset.
Our viewpoint shapes how we see the sun…
And life.
***
You can do
Great things invisibly OR small things visibly.
Unfortunately, perception is reality.

[Want more? Click below to read another excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“This book really speaks to in-depth emotions. The way you articulate various feelings in a poetic form is absolutely amazing!” ~ AC1234

About the Author
Senti Ncube
Senti Ncube moonlights as a writer in West Palm Beach, Florida, where he writes about any intriguing topic relating to the human condition. His words will take you on journeys, causing you to reflect and give thought to various situations.





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Friday, August 17, 2018

"When Time Stands Still" by Sara Furlong Burr

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
When Time Stands Still
by Sara Furlong Burr

When Time Stands Still by Sara Furlong Burr

When Time Stands Still by Sara Furlong Burr is currently on tour with Xpresso Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.


Description
It’s been nearly a decade since Elle Sloan last saw Luke Hutchins. Close to ten years since she broke up with him over a single phone call, providing him with little explanation. Since the end of their relationship, Elle has done everything she could do to move on, marrying, proceeding forward with her life, almost allowing herself to completely forget about Luke.
Almost.
Out of nowhere, Elle receives a phone call from Luke’s mother. Luke has been in a horrific car accident and, a month later, has just awoken from a coma. However, instead of celebrating, his family is stunned to learn that Luke is suffering from amnesia and only remembers his life as it was before his breakup with Elle. Not wanting to tell Luke that he and Elle aren’t together anymore for fear it may compromise his recovery, Elle is asked by Luke’s family to come to the hospital to see him. Their hope is that she will slowly be able to jog his memory and cushion the blow.
Guilt-ridden over how their relationship ended, Elle readily agrees, finding herself transported back in time with Luke to the life they once shared and the future they could have had together.

Excerpt
I heard voices even before I stepped inside of the room. They were soft, but one by one, I was able to discern who was speaking. The first voice struck me like a freight train, catapulting me further back in time with each word he spoke. The second one made my heart skip a beat.
As I walked farther into the room, I saw another vision of my past sitting next to the hospital bed. His attention, at first, was entirely focused on the occupant in the bed, until movement from me diverted his attention to me. He locked eyes with me, surprise on his face quickly turning to an odd combination of contradiction. Anger, excitement, and suspicion all appeared to be waging war and were enough to give me whiplash just looking at him. Peter Monroe—or just Monroe, as he preferred to be called—had been Luke’s best friend since pretty much the dawn of each other’s existence. He’d aged. His boyish good looks had hardened into a man who would have been difficult to recognize to me, save for the same square chin, overly large nose, and mischievous eyes I had remembered so fondly.
Another step inside the room revealed a sight I had fought valiantly to keep from infiltrating my dreams for the last several years. Like Monroe, he didn’t notice my arrival at first, and I was grateful for that because the shock I was feeling at that moment would have undoubtedly transferred onto him. His head was turned, his eyes, from what I could see of them, were closed. Most of his features were facing Monroe, but from what little I could make out of them, he looked exactly how I remembered him. The rest of his body, however, was a different story.
His hair had begun to grow back after having obviously been recently shaved to prep him for surgery. On the side of his head that was visible to me, a bandage was secured to his scalp just above his ear and was wrapped around his head. Both of his legs had been broken and were secured with immobilizers, resembling large boots. He’d been through hell and back physically, and I feared he’d soon go through the same emotionally, all because of me.
Tears fell down my face before I even had the chance to realize they had formed. Not wanting Luke to see me upset, I dabbed my eyes with my sleeve and did my best to maintain my composure before he realized I was there. With a lump in my throat, I took a step closer to the bed, approaching it on the opposite side of Monroe. There another chair sat, which I was grateful for in the event my legs felt like they were going to give out on me. Monroe sat watching me expectantly, silently screaming at me to announce my presence and put an end to the torment Luke must have been going through since regaining consciousness.
Closing my eyes, I took a breath and spoke. “Luke.”
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“I’m a sucker for second chance romances, especially when there is angst involved. I LOVE ANGST! There is nothing like the rip-your-heart-out-and-stomp-on-it theme, as long as the story has an HEA. I definitely give this one my highest recommendation!!” ~ fbpsmum
“Loved this newest book by Sara Furlong-Burr. It was a very easy read and hardly wanted to stop reading because you wanted to know what happened next. Love her style of writing.” ~ Deb Pachulski
“With themes of alcoholism, low self-esteem and rape/assault, this might not be the book for everyone, but I recommend this as a thoughtful read emphasizing the need to be happy with yourself first before trying to bring happiness to others.” ~ shrimp8406
“Excellent title, great characters, plenty of intrigue and a unique plot, not easy to find these days.” ~ designgirl
“Sometimes, it's impossible to know how to begin to describe a book that touches your heart. All I know is I read something beautiful and real and heartbreaking at once. Maybe because I'm of an age with the main characters and related so much to their stories, their lives. Or maybe because it reminded me of a piece of myself I'd forgotten. Either way, Burr has given us a gift with When Time Stands Still.” ~ Jennifer Silverwood

 

About the Author
Sara Furlong Burr
Sara Furlong Burr was born and raised in Michigan and currently still lives there with her husband, two daughters, a high-strung Lab, and three judgmental cats. When she’s not writing, Sara enjoys reading, camping, spending time with her family, and attempting to paint while consuming more amaretto sours than she cares to admit.




Giveaway
Enter the tour-wide giveaway for a chance to win a signed copy of When Time Stands Still and a $20 Amazon gift card (open internationally).

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

"Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight" by Sunniva Dee

EXCERPT and GIVEAWAY
Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight
(Rock Gods Book 3)
by Sunniva Dee

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight (Rock Gods Book 3) by Sunniva Dee

Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight, the third standalone book in the Rock Gods series by Sunniva Dee, has just been released and is available for only $0.99 for a limited time. Also available: Walking Heartbreak and In the Absence of You.

Walking Heartbreak by Sunniva DeeIn the Absence of You by Sunniva Dee


This release blitz and giveaway is hosted by Social Butterfly PR.



Description
A legendary drummer. An outrageous music video ... and little me blowing his ever-loving mind in it.
Next thing I knew, my anonymity was a thing of the past.
“Clown Irruption’s smash hit goes from hawt to adult!”— Star Report, April Edition.
The uncensored, all-bared footage was leaked.
And here I was, forced to stare down the same paparazzi lenses the band did.
“Meet Aishe Xodyar, the vixen who made Troy Armstrong reach Heaven on tape!”—Fan Chicks, May Edition.
I cowered behind enemy lines.
Aka joined the band on their worldwide arena tour.
It was another one of my unfortunate miscalculations.
See, Troy Armstrong was formidable.
We were polar opposites, but he still sucked me in like a magnet.
A fragile truce set in between us. Then, a mutual crush.
I had an obsessive nature, but my fixation on him was downright wholesome compared to their new merch girl’s.
“Meet Hailey Pawter, secret stalker, fangirl, and dangerously gifted lookalike.”—Tabloid Minute, June Edition.
As Hailey’s web tightened around us, love in the limelight turned from complicated to impossible.


Excerpt
I hear the roars from the audience as the band members get onstage one after the other. The cheers start in the pit and travel backward, growing into a sea of sound. Troy needs to follow suit immediately. He is, after all, their drummer. I watch the ever-more frustrated Troll bicker with him.
My friend nudges me in the shoulder. “Give him a kiss.” Waris keeps her voice low so I’m the only one who can hear her.
Color crawls up my face. “What? I don’t know what you mean.”
“Just give him a kiss. I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but look at him. He doesn’t want to go onstage without something from you.”
My cheeks flame as I stare at him. Still arguing, his hands are in the air, lazily gesticulating. He’s about to cause their tour manager a coronary.
“You think that’s what it is?” I ask.
Waris shrugs. “Test it.”
I walk up to them, interrupting Troll’s repetition of how he’s only doing the exact same thing he always does, and how the hell is Troy worried about his cymbals now when he was fine and dandy during sound check?
“Troy?” My voice is thin with shyness, but he has no problem hearing me. He turns right away. Brave, I slide my arms around his waist. For one horrifying moment, I think he won’t receive me. But then his arms go around me too, and my heart is beating as I hug myself tighter to him than I’d planned.
The hope in his gaze makes my heart constrict. I spread my fingers up his jaw. Tip his face downward while his eyes widen for me.
One soft kiss. Another. I let my tongue out to play too, slipping in between his lips, until he’s cradling my face too.
“Jesus Christ,” the tour manager mutters. “Okay. Time to go. They’re fucking shouting your name out there. What’s wrong with you?”
“Sure thing.” Troy chuckles. His eyes narrow with happy tenderness before he gives me another kiss. “See you after?”
“I’ll be watching from the sidelines.”
His smile is magnificent as he takes a few steps backward and raises a hand in greeting. Then, he turns and jogs to the stage entrance.
Waris and I follow at a leisurely pace. I’m still smiling.
“What a difference, huh?” Waris says, winking at me.
I give her a playful eye-roll as we enter from the left side of the stage and take our seats next to Nadia and Zoe.
The audience discovers him, and the rhythmic shouts of “Troy! Troy! Troy!” dissipate in favor of a wave of cheers.
“Glad you could make it, man,” Emil, the singer, rumbles into the microphone, making us all laugh. “We were gonna be here all night anyway, so you know—whenever.”
[Want more? Click below to read a longer excerpt.]


Praise for the Book
“Only a skilled author would tackle a story like Troy and Aishe's. Only a great one would succeed. Thank you, Sunniva Dee, for turning the book I didn't know I wanted into one of my top reads of 2018.” ~ Alyson Santos, bestselling author
“Sunniva Dee's writing will have you transfixed, Beautiful, passionate, and mesmerizing this is one hell of a breathtaking read. I highly recommend it.” ~ Cat, Amazon reviewer
“Have you ever experienced that feeling of complete weightlessness? OMG, y'all, this book is EVERYTHING!!” ~ Lager & Lefse Book Blog
“What a fabulous story Seven Minutes 'til Midnight was. I want my own sexy drummer.” ~ Bad and Dirty Books
“A seductive example of character driven romance.” ~ A British Bookworm
“In a year when the ‘#me too’ movement is exploding, Seven Minutes ‘til Midnight takes a refreshing, honest look at male-female relationships and struggles, as well as challenging our perceptions of love, friendship (male and female), sex, celebrities, and the media.” ~ Cafekim, Amazon reviewer


About the Author
Sunniva Dee
So you know I’m a writer. I write literary romances that are full of substance and romance. I tend to write in my head all the time, like when I sleep, breath, pet cats, am forced to make dinner, and even while doing my job as an adviser for students at an art college in the South—
I mean … I—I—I write at other times too.
I love international flights when they’re delayed and my Mac and I can dive into a bar. There’s nothing better than an hour or two lost (too quickly) in pages I didn’t know were waiting for me.
I hate schedules, real life, cross-country skiing, and moodiness not inside of me. Not that I enjoy it in me. I’m just used to it, and it feeds scenes in my books, see?
I giggle at everything. I don’t judge easily. People say I’m kind/genuine/shy/stubborn/annoying/aloof/boring, but above it all, I am passionate. A Dragon of the Chinese zodiac and an Aquarius with all-the-air and the brightest color palette. Incidentally, that last fact could be why no one wants to buy the house I’ve got for sale.
But mostly, I love to write.


Giveaway
Enter the author’s giveaway for a chance to win a signed copy of Seven Minutes 'til Midnight by Sunniva Dee or a $25 Amazon gift card.


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