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J'ai découvert le monde des Book Tours et j'aime vraiment beaucoup car ça nous permet de découvrir des nouveaux auteurs et les nouveaux livres d'auteurs déjà connus. Voici ceux auxquels j'ai participé ou auxquels je participerai bientôt.

I discover the world of the Book Tours and I really like it because it allows me to discover new authors and new books from authors already known. Here are the tours in which I participate and the one that I will participate in.

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My Highland Lord by Tarah Scott Blog Tour  June 20th

6/20/2013

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Title: My Highland Lord 

Author: Tarah Scott 

Genre: Historical Romance

Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tour

Blurb: 
London Heiress kidnapped by the Marquess of Ashlund, read the headlines. Yet no one tried to save her.  

Phoebe Wallington was seven years old when a mass assassination attempt rocked Regency England. Her father was the only accused traitor to elude capture. Now as a grown woman and a British spy, she is no closer to learning what really happened that day. 

Phoebe's quest for the truth takes a sudden turn when she's kidnapped by a suspected traitor. But Kiernan MacGregor, the Marquess of Ashlund, may not live long enough to stand trial. Someone wants him dead. And Phoebe stands in the killer's way.


Author Bio: 
Award winning author Tarah Scott cut her teeth on authors such as Georgette Heyer, Zane Grey, and Amanda Quick. Her favorite book is a Tale of Two Cities, with Gone With the Wind as a close second. She writes modern classical romance, and paranormal and romantic suspense. Tarah grew up in Texas and currently resides in Westchester County, New York with her daughter.   


Links:  Social media 
Website: www.tarahscott.com 
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tarahscottauthor 
Twitter: http://wefollow.com/TarahScott 


Buy Links:
Barnes&Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/tarah-scott 
Kobo: http://ptbr.kobobooks.com/search/search.html?q=%22Tarah+Scott%22&t=none&f=author&p=1&s=none&g=both 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Tarah-Scott/e/B004RBDUXM/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1360006364&sr=8-2-ent 
ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Tarah+Scott 


Excerpt:
The criminal was alive and well. Yet, the one man who could have exposed him was dead. Phoebe stared at the clipping of the obituary notice printed in The Times five days ago. The knowledge of his death settled around her as black as the darkness surrounding her carriage. The lantern flickered with the sway of the carriage as she slid her gaze over the paragraph that extolled Bow Street Sheriff John Stafford’s criminal expertise, and past the mention of his involvement in The Cato Street Conspiracy. A man’s life reduced to two paragraphs. For the hundredth time since she'd first read the obituary, she settled her gaze on the final line. 

September 1837, John Stafford died in his London home. 

Phoebe refolded the clipping, set it on her lap, and pulled another document from her reticule. She ran her fingers along the age-yellowed edges of the only letter her father had written to her mother, the letter she had shown John Stafford when she'd visited him in his home five years ago. She unfolded the foolscap and, with a deep breath, began reading. Her lips moved in tandem with the words she'd long ago memorized. 

May 20, 1820 

My Dearest Amelia, 

Please forgive this letter so long overdue. I am well and I have found safe haven—at least for the moment. You have, no doubt, heard the news that I am wanted for high treason, and now you know that my suspicions were correct. Amelia, you cannot know how my accusers make even the most abhorrent criminal look like one of God’s angels. I sorely underestimated the depth of their deceit. Fool that I am, I did not anticipate being branded a traitor in their stead. 

I know your heart is heavy, my love, but no more so than mine. It is shocking to learn that one’s leaders are willing to sacrifice their countrymen for money and power. Ironically, had I known then what I now know, I would be guilty of their accusations. Do not shudder. I know I speak treason, but you cannot comprehend the fine line between reason and desperation when all choices have been eliminated. 

Would it shock you to hear that I relish the day I shall destroy my accusers? They have taken all I hold dear: you, our darling Phoebe and, lastly, my freedom. While I cannot like Arthur Thistlewood—his motives are not pure as he would have us believe—in one thing he was right: those few rich and powerful men who rule supreme in our society have stolen our rights. 

I have a plan, which, of course, I cannot elaborate upon here, but I must uncover the truth. Otherwise…well, otherwise, I am no better than Thistlewood—or those men who brought him to justice. 

I do not know when I will have another opportunity to write. Give Phoebe my love, and do not despair. I have not. 

Your loving husband, 

Mason
 

It wasn't until her mother's death ten years ago that Phoebe learned her father sent this letter.  The letter, hidden amongst her mother's personal correspondence, had been folded with a newspaper clipping dated February 24, 1820, the day after the Spencean Society's planned assassination of the Cabinet. The newspaper clipping, a statement made by Lord Sidmouth to the London Gazette concerning the charge of high treason against Thistlewood and his murder of bow street runner Richard Smithers, also mentioned the bounty on Thistlewood's head. The paragraphs were framed by a note written in her father's hand on the sides. 
 
Sidmouth could not have yet known that Thistlewood killed Smithers. Here is proof positive the noose had been put around Thistlewood's neck before he even planned the assassinations. 

"Why?" Phoebe whispered. Why had her father been falsely accused and why had he cared that the government ensured Thistlewood's capture? Thistlewood was a known murderer, a man—a sharp sideways jostle yanked Phoebe back to the present. 
 
“What in—” 

Another jolt cut short the exclamation. 

Phoebe yanked back the curtain and peered into the darkness. No lights dotted the countryside as they should have and the moonlit sky revealed open fields beyond the road. 

She quickly refolded the letter and clipping, stuffed them into her reticule, then opened the door an inch and called, “Where are we, Calders? I don’t recognize this road.” 

“Taking a shortcut, Miss,” came the muffled reply. 

“Wha—" The coach listed, and she slammed the door with the force of the movement, tumbling back against the cushion. "By heavens." 

Phoebe seized the handle again. The door was yanked from her grasp and flung open. A man filled the doorway. Phoebe jerked back as a rush of air guttered the lantern flame. Her heart jumped when she lost sight of the intruder for an instant, then the light flared to life again. The man gripped the side of the open doorway of the slowing carriage, one leg braced on the floor. She took in eyes bluer than any she'd ever seen, an angled face, and a fit body leaning forward on one powerful leg—a leg clad in finely cut trousers. Thievery paid well these days! 

She cut her gaze to his and he grinned. Phoebe pooled her strength. Understanding flickered in his eyes the instant before she kicked his shoulder with a slippered foot. With a loud grunt, he toppled from the coach. She lunged forward, caught hold of the flapping door, and hung her head out the doorway, scanning the road behind for the brigand. The coach was slowing even more, and her heart leapt higher in her throat when he jumped to his feet and starting toward them. 

“Calders,” she yelled, “lay whip to the horses. Quickly!” 

The coach halted and she tumbled through the door, and landed on her side. A dull pain throbbed deep in her shoulder. She pushed onto an elbow and fingered the tender place on her arm. No blood. Thank God she'd worn a cloak. 

The carriage creaked and Phoebe looked up to see the murky form of her coachman as he dropped to the ground. She scrambled to her feet and turned in the direction of the highwayman. He wasn’t hastening to them as expected, but strolled forward while dusting off his trousers. She turned on unsteady feet to face Calders and her eyes came into sharp focus upon the face of a stranger. 
 
She recoiled, then narrowed her eyes on him. “Where's Calders. What have you done with him? If you harmed him—” 

"Never fear, madam, he is unharmed." 

Phoebe whirled at the sound of the velvet, deep voice belonging to the highwayman. 

"I promise," he said, "Calders was simply delayed.” 

A sudden pounding of hooves riveted her attention onto the distant shadowy forms of four approaching horsemen. 

“There!” one of the newcomers shouted. “There she is.” 

She looked back at the highwayman in time to see him step toward her. He seized her arm. She tried to yank free, but he began dragging her toward the carriage. 

“Mather,” he said in a low voice, “get this coach underway. Now." 

Phoebe dug her heels into the ground and was abruptly hauled over his shoulder. She cried out, but he didn't slow his pace.  

“Release me, you fool!" she shouted. His shoulder dug into her stomach with each long, hurried stride he took. Phoebe kicked, despite the pain. 

"Be still" he ordered, and clamped his arm down on her legs. 

She thrashed harder. A shot rang out. She jerked her head up, but found herself tossed onto the cushions of the carriage.  

The highwayman jumped into the carriage after her. “Damnation.” He slammed the door shut. “They mean to put a ball through me.” 

He pounded on the coach roof and it lurched into motion. Phoebe clutched at the door handle, but pitched forward despite the effort. Her captor shoved her back against the cushions, holding her firm as he pulled back the curtain and peered out the window. 

"Bloody hell.” He looked at her. “Fine time for shenanigans.” 

She frowned. “Perhaps you should keep a tighter hand on your band.” 

“They are not my band, madam.” His gaze was still fixed out the window. “They are, however, a persistent band and will reach us momentarily.” He twisted to look in the direction they were headed, then pounded on the carriage roof and shouted, “Mather, make for that abandoned farm up ahead.” 

The carriage veered and Phoebe bounced left and right despite his hold on her. Stories of runaway carriages conjured pictures of broken necks and twisted bodies, and she envisioned herself pitching forward head first into the opposite seat. The arm pinning her to the cushions suddenly encircled her waist. Another jolt of the carriage, and her unwanted companion yanked her tight against his chest. 

Her senses flooded with the aroma of wool and musky sandalwood. They listed when the carriage swayed perilously to one side. Phoebe seized his lapel and buried her face deeper in his chest. If there was a God in heaven, she would land on the brigand when the carriage rolled and he would break his neck while saving hers. 

The carriage halted. He threw back the door and jumped to the ground, dragging her with him. The farmhouse stood a few feet away. Phoebe scanned the distance. The riders approached at a gallop and would soon reach the barn that sat sixty feet from the house. The highwayman grabbed her hand and started around the side of the ramshackle farmhouse. She started to yank free, but hesitated. Two bands of extortionists? Why—and which was the more dangerous? 
 
They rounded the building, then he pushed her against the wall, and demanded, “Which of your other admirers am I dealing with?” 

Other admirers? Phoebe flushed. Adam. 

She had refused Adam's offer of marriage three times this year alone, but hadn't considered that her childhood friend would kidnap her in an effort to coerce her into accepting his proposal. But if this man was Adam's friend, where was he—and who were the other thugs? God only knew, but at least Adam's friends didn't pose any real danger—other than the possibility of her ending up in Gretna Green. 

Her kidnapper drew a pistol from the back of his waistband. Phoebe pressed closer to the rough stone of the farmhouse. He stepped forward two paces past her, extended a steady hand, and leveled the weapon on the oncoming riders. A shot rang out and shouts damned him to the darker parts of hell. 

He ducked back behind the farmhouse. “Never thought I’d need more than one shot.” He stuffed the pistol back into his waistband. “How many did you count, Mather?” 

“Three, sir.” 

“Only three? Not terrible odds.” 

“If you say so, sir.” 

“Do you hear that?” the highwayman whispered. 

Before Phoebe could reply, he hurried along the building to the rear. She took two quick steps to the corner at the front of the house and peered around the edge toward the road. The brigands were nowhere in sight. 

“Bloody hell,” her captor cursed, and Phoebe turned. “They left their mounts on the other side of the barn.” He hurried back to where she and his man stood. “Mather, your second pistol, if you please.” 

The older man handed over the Murdock Scottish flintlock pistol he gripped. 
 
"You haven't got a spare pistol you can give me?" she asked. The highwayman's head snapped in her direction. "I need protection," she said. 

"I am your protection."






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Long Road, Full Speed Ahead Cover Reveal

6/19/2013

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Title: Long Road, Full Speed Ahead 

Author: Emily Walker 

Genre: New Adult Drama

Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tour

Free June 19-21!!

Blurb:
A young girl struggles with abuse, addiction, and abortion all while trying to go to school. Somehow she hits rock bottom and finds an unlikely love story. 

Synopsis:
Grace finds herself with a toxic friend and a brand new hobby when she discovers meth. She had a promising future before Grayson came into the picture. A wolf in sheep’s clothing he soon shows his true colors and they are painted with black and blue. 

The drugs cause more problems than they fix, but lost in the intoxicating world of numbness she must find herself through abuse, addiction, and abortion. Will she let the drugs take her out of the world, and be forever numb, or will an unlikely love pull her out and make her feel again? 

Amazon link: 
http://www.amazon.com/Long-Road-Speed-Ahead-ebook/dp/B00AX3EXCA/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368439935&sr=1-1&keywords=long+road+full+speed+ahead 
 
Paperback: coming at a later date Website – {Read the First Chapter Here!} - http://www.selfpublishordie.com/long-road-full-speed-ahead/

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Author Bio: 
Emily Walker loves creating worlds and stumbling around in them. She is constantly losing her chap-stick, and has an obsession with the color pink. Currently a resident of the mountains and loving the view she writes mostly paranormal fiction, and horror. Her small family consists of her red bearded other half, a rat terrier named Rebel, and a cat called Mr. Creepy.  


Links:
Website: http://www.authoremilywalker.com
Blog: http://www.selfpublishordie.com
Review site: http://www.reviewsfrombeyondthebook.blogspot.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authoremilywalker
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/authorewalker

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Playing Hooky Blog Tour (Rita Webb)

6/12/2013

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Title: Playing Hooky

Author: Rita Webb

Tour Host: Lady Amber's Tour

Synopsis: 
Valentine’s Day. 

And my 21st birthday. 

Whoop-de-doo. 

Just another college day full of classes and more homework than is humanly possible. 

…until Jason, my best-friend-since-kindergarten, shows up to take me out for the day.  


Like old times: the two of us on a wacky adventure, playing hooky from real life. With his lopsided grin and tickets to a circus full of misfits and monsters, he introduces me to a whole new world—one full of magic and mystery—and turns my reality upside down. 

Except nothing goes as planned, and we end up running through the city to find a missing siren before someone brews a love potion with her blood. 

Sirens and love potions, witches and elves, and Valentine kisses. Nothing will be the same for me again.

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Author Bio: 
Leaving the house to go to school, I had schoolbooks spilling out of one hand, the other holding my place in a Nancy Drew novel, and bunny slippers still on my feet. My mom was a wee bit upset. 

I haven't changed much. Still always have a book (or two) in my hand or creating stories in my head, and although I don't have any bunny slippers, I love writing in my jammies and snuggly slipper socks. 
 
When I grow up (maybe a hundred years from now), I'd like to be a superhero, but for now, saving the day, one page at a time, suits me just fine. 

With my husband TJ (my own cuddly werewolf), I home-school our three girls, who keep us busy with art, science projects, books to read, dance classes, and walks about the park.  

 
Links to purchase or find the book:
Amazon:
 http://www.amazon.com/Playing-Hooky-ebook/dp/B00B2D6EEA 
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/playing-hooky-rita-j-webb/1114148410
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17253010-playing-hooky  


Links to find Rita Webb online:  
Blog:  http://afantasyfiction.blogspot.com 
Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/ritawebb
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ritajwebb
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/RitaJWebb  


Excerpt: 
I’m left alone in the apartment’s tiny entryway with Jason. 

“Emma,” he says, stepping closer, his head leaning down toward me. He is way too close, and I remember I’m not dressed. 

Tall with wide shoulders, Jason is muscular from hard labor (construction and welding) and athletic adventures (kayaking and mountain biking). The perpetual scruff movie stars work hard to perfect shadows his jaw, and his tousled black hair kept short. He cuts it every week because it grows too fast, like at least a half inch a day. With the hazel green eyes and the confident grin he usually wears, he’d make any girl swoon. 

Well, any girl but me. I’d more likely hit him upside the head with a broom than swoon over him. 

“Coffee’s in the kitchen. I need to get dressed and showered; then we can go for pastries at the bakery around the corner.” Just off campus, there’s a  scrumptious little shop, but I never have time in the mornings. I turn back to my room but then stop. “Oh, how do I need to dress for the day?” 

“Sure.” He runs his hands through his hair, but his eyes are too busy following my ass to pay attention to anything I said. 

“Jason.” I snap my fingers. “Up here. What do I need to wear?” 

His gaze shifts to my face, and he grins, not even having the decency to flush. “Dress warm.” 

Good. So we’re going to have an adventure.

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Back To You Book Blitz

6/7/2013

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Title: Back To You 

Author: Natalie-Nicole Bates  

Genre: Romance Blitz

Host: Lady Amber's Tour

Free on Amazon June 7, 8, and 9
http://www.amazon.com/Back-to-You-ebook/dp/B00C2E9XEQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1370289714&sr=8-1&keywords=Back+To+You+by+Natalie-Nicole+Bates 
 




 


Blurb:
On the surface, Lynsey Reznor seems to have it all. She is beautiful, brilliant, and a successful true-crime writer who has been living the past decade in Miami. But what Lynsey lacks is what she needs the most—a family. 

After the death of her mother, and yet another failed relationship, Lynsey makes an impulsive decision to return to her hometown of Unity. But Unity will present its own bittersweet memories, most notably, her first love, Nick Lincoln. 

Twenty years ago, Nick broke teenager Lynsey’s heart when he decided to marry another. He had his own private reasons—reasons he never explained to Lynsey. Now she is back, along with a chance to reclaim her love. But Lynsey wants answers from him that he may never be able to give out of duty and guilt. 


 
Author Bio:
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and author. Her passions in life include books and hockey along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles. Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in Russia. She currently resides in the UK where she is working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century post-mortem photos. 


Links: 
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5241593.Natalie_Nicole_Bates 
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Natalie-Nicole-Bates/e/B0071MP0DC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1365403118&sr=8-1 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BatesNatalie
Blog: http://natalienicolebates.blogspot.com/  
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Natalie-Nicole-Bates/352610728138768?ref=ts&fref=ts 
 

Excerpt: 
When he heard her, he came to her, took her into his arms, and kissed her. It was a comfort that he wasn’t regretting their lovemaking. She didn’t think she could handle being rejected by him twice in her lifetime. 

“Do you have to leave soon?” she asked. 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to, but I have to.” He went to the stove and prepared her a cup of coffee. “I think we should start planning our wedding. We could be married at Christmas.” 

She was taken aback. Is this his proposal ?  This was supposed to be so romantic and memorable, not talk about planning a Christmas wedding while he stirred a cup of coffee. 

“Do you even want to get married?” She took the coffee mug he offered. “I mean, it wasn’t that long ago that you told me you weren’t sure you ever wanted to be married again. You said you didn’t see fatherhood in your future, and Nick, I want a baby…more than one. I grew up as an only child and I was so alone. I don’t want my child to have to experience that.” 

“Well, I didn’t use a condom last night. You could be pregnant right now,” was his reply. 

Heaviness descended upon her heart. This was so not how she wanted this morning to be, and certainly not the marriage proposal she had dreamed of. “I’m on the Pill—I won’t get pregnant if that’s all you’re worried about.” 

“I’m sorry, that’s not the only reason we should get married.” 

“Then why?” she asked suspiciously. 

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Lynsey, I don’t have time to get into this with you right now. What do you want me to say in the five minutes I have before I leave for work?”
 

She couldn’t believe his glib attitude.  “How about saying something to me like…‘I love you, Lynsey, and I made a tremendous mistake by not marrying you twenty years ago?’ That would take you less than thirty seconds to say, and you could have easily gotten to your precious job on time.” 

Suddenly his jaw set and his eyes narrowed. “I didn’t make a mistake by not marrying you twenty years ago! I let you go to become a success in life—and you did. I can’t regret that!” 

“So, what I thought all these years was correct. I was nothing to you but a quick and easy way to shed your virginity.” Just saying the words was devastating.  

“That’s not it at all,” he vehemently insisted. “You were always so intelligent. I mean, you were a sixteen-year-old senior in high school! Just how many grades did you skip over, anyway?” 

“Two,” she answered in a low voice. 

“Do you know what would have happened if I hadn’t married Kelly?” He didn’t wait for her reply. “I’ll tell you what. You and I would have been ostracized by everyone in this town! We would have had to be married right away, and we would have had to live with your mother, because I had no money.” 

“My mother loved you. She would have been happy to have us live with her,” she interjected. 

“And we were so naïve, Lynsey. You would have graduated high school with either a big belly, or a baby in your arms…if you had graduated at all.” 

She crossed her arms over her breasts and looked at the floor. She was too afraid that if she looked at him she would break down. “Some of the girls in school were married. A few of them had babies.” 

He lifted her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him. “And you were too smart to be stuck in this town, and just another housewife. You would have become bored and resentful.” 

“I wouldn’t have known the difference,” she countered. 

“I had serious doubts then. I still have doubts now,” he admitted. 

Her dark lashes flew upward. “What is that supposed to mean?”       

“I believe that you will become bored and restless in Unity and will want to go back to Florida or maybe California. I have a job and a family here, Lynsey. I don’t ever want to give that up. I’m afraid that we’ll have a child, and you’ll take my baby and leave. I can not allow that to happen.” 

She couldn’t believe what he was saying. Nothing was further from the truth. “Do you think I would have sunk so much of my savings into that house just to abandon it? I  would never, ever do what you’re saying. But if circumstances changed, I would expect you to support what was best for our family. Couples who are committed make sacrifices for each other!” 

It was becoming clearer and clearer that things were rapidly falling apart between them. 

“Lynsey, didn’t what happened between us last night mean anything to you?” he asked. 

She chuckled unpleasantly. “I suppose that with us living in such close proximity, last night was inevitable. But don’t worry about it happening again, Nick. When you get home this evening, I won’t be here.”       

“Where are you going to be?” 

She wanted to hurt Nick like she was now hurting. “I’m sure that Caleb wouldn’t mind me bunking down at his house for a week or two.” 

“Over my dead body,” he seethed. “I will drag you away from him kicking and screaming if it comes to it. I’ll handcuff you to my bed if need be. Believe me, Lynsey, I’ll do it!” He flopped down into a kitchen chair and buried his face in his hands. 

“I have to go now, Nick. I’m meeting your sister for breakfast. Listen to me. You need to pull yourself together. In your line of work, bad things happen when you lose your concentration.” 

When he didn’t reply, she let out a sigh of resignation and headed for the door. At the last minute she turned to him. “Thanks for almost making it happen between us.”



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Norma Jean Book Tour

6/2/2013

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Mrs. Potter’s Book Publicity Services Presents 

A Month Long Blog Tour For: 

Norma Jean
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                                                                                By: Amanda Heath 

Blurb:
The night Chance Duncan drunkenly kissed me on his couch, I vowed my revenge. I finally had something over his head, something that would bring him to his knees. It only served him right. He bullied me for years and turned me into this messed up person I am now. Though I didn’t know at the time he wasn’t that mean little boy anymore. He was almost a man and easily stole my breath away. I just wanted to make him fall in love with me, then break his heart into a million pieces. Just the way mine was. Instead he put the pieces back together and I started to feel whole again. Good things never last. He did what I was supposed to do. Broke my already fragile heart all over again. Betrayed and alone I fled my home town and started a new life where I wasn’t in the shadow of what I did. Now he is back and trying to worm his way into my heart, again. Though he will never know it will always belong to him. He hurt me and I want nothing to do with him. Life has other plans. Doesn’t it always? He doesn’t know though. Doesn’t know what I’m hiding or who I’m hiding from. I never thought I would see Chance again and I’m afraid that he’ll get hurt getting mixed up in my mess. Though he is right in the middle of it, without even knowing it. I have to find a way for us to get out, before somebody dies. My name is Norma Jean and this isn’t a fairytale. 

*This title is a new adult novel and not for those under 18 for sexual content and subject matter.*
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Add NORMA JEAN to your Goodreads TBR list
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17557257-norma-jean?ac=1

PURCHASE LINKS:
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Norma-Jean-ebook/dp/B00C9HIG4O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367446266&sr=1-1&keywords=norma+jean
Amazon Paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Norma-Jean-Amanda-Heath/dp/1484073150/ref=sr_1_1_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1367446308&sr=1-1&keywords=norma+jean 
Barnes & Noble Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/norma-jean-amanda-heath/1115063898?ean=2940016546933 
Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Norma-Jean/book-tRmQmYFl7UC4BmZJLe3vMA/page1.html?s=DSGTs-BaoUeSn0rc8WYmlQ&r=1 
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Author Bio:
Amanda lives in southern Arkansas with her husband and young child.  She enjoys reading, writing, and drinking tons of Dr. Pepper.  You can find her sitting on the couch with either her head in a book or typing on her laptop. 
 
Amanda is the author of This Beautiful Thing, Fire In Her Eyes, Angel Cuffs, and Norma Jean. Wrong Kind of Love will be released this June.
 


 



Author Stalker Links:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Amanda-Heath-Author/366675930074785
Blog: http://www.amandaheathauthor.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AHeathAuthor 
Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6570635.Amanda_Heath

Author Interview:
Q)  As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?  
A)  I wanted to be a writer. I have always wanted to be a writer and its amazing to get to live that dream. 

Q)  What inspired you to write your first book? 
A) Little things. I listened to stories from family members and friends, and slowly but surely my first book went from one little thought to an entire novel. 
 
Q)  Where do you get your information or ideas for your books? 
A)  Research is any authors best friend. It pays to be correct when it comes to that kind of thing. I have even come to say Google is my best friend. 


Q)  What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating any of your books? 
A)  That anyone actually likes my books. When I released my first novel I thought for sure one or two people would buy it and that would be that. It surprised the heck out of me when that book made it on the top 100 on Amazon and B&N, and stayed there for weeks. I was humbled and over joyed by the response.

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6/1/2013

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Title: Broken Wings

Series: Book 2 in the Hidden Wings Series

Author: Cameo Renae

Blurb: 
Emma’s world is falling apart, and Kade, the only one who seems to hold her together, is missing. With death lingering right outside their door, decisions must be made before it’s too late. 

The Midway has refused to send help, so they are left to seek out the only
other who can stop Lucian. 

A perilous quest sends Emma and a few Guardians into the Underworld, where the unimaginable abide, to beseech the Prince of Darkness himself. Lucifer. 

Now, they must endure the deadly levels of Hell, which not one …mortal or
immortal… has ever survived. 

Prepare for love, loss, and the unexpected. 

Goodreads Link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17301746-broken-wings


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Title: Hidden Wings

Series: Book 1 in the Hidden Wings Series

Author: Cameo Renae

Blurb: 
Seventeen is a life changing age for Emma Wise. As her family's sole survivor in a car crash, she is left with a broken arm, and a few scrapes and bruises. But these are only outward marks; inside, her heart is broken and the pieces scattered.  

Whisked away to Alaska, to an aunt she’s never met, Emma starts over. Secrets unveil themselves and now…she doesn't even know who or what she is.  

A centuries old prophecy places Emma in the heart of danger. Creatures of
horrifying and evil proportions are after her, and it will take Emma, her aunt, and six, gorgeously, captivating Guardians to keep her safe. But, if she can survive until her eighteenth birthday... things will change.

On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/HiddenWingsSeriesebook/dp/B00B27GAC2/ref=pd_sim_kstore_3 
 
On Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15757099-hidden-wings


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Title: Descent

Series: Hidden Wings Novella

Author: Cameo Renae

Blurb:  
Seventeen is a life changing age for Emma Wise. As her family's sole survivor in a car crash, she is left with a broken arm, and a few scrapes and bruises. But these are only outward marks; inside, her heart is broken and the pieces scattered. Whisked away to Alaska, to an aunt she’s never met, Emma starts over. Secrets unveil themselves and now…she doesn't even know who or what she is. A centuries old prophecy places Emma in the heart of danger. Creatures of horrifying and evil proportions are after her, and it will take Emma, her aunt, and six, gorgeously, captivating Guardians to keep her safe. But, if she can survive until her eighteenth birthday... things will change. 

 


On Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Descent-Hidden-Wings-Novella-ebook/dp/B00CSEJ386/ref=la_B004X2PEH0_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1369536854&sr=1-3 
 
On Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17794709-descent

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Author Bio:
Cameo Renae was born in San Francisco, CA, raised in Maui, Hawaii, and
recently moved with her husband and children to Alaska. 

She loved reading from as long as she can remember, and it was C.S. Lewis' - Chronicles of Narnia – which sparked a fire in her soul and made her want to create her own wondrous, magical worlds and characters to go on adventures with. 
 
Her published books are In My Dreams (A YA Paranormal Romance Thriller), Hidden Wings (Book  #1 in the HW Series), Descent (A HW Series Novella) and Broken Wings (Book #2 in HW Series). 

One day she hopes to find her own magic wardrobe, and ride away on her
magical unicorn... until then... she'll keep writing!
 


 
Cameo’s Links:
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/CameoRenaeFanPage?ref=hl
Website: http://cameorenae.com
Author blog:  http://cameorenae.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4794993.Cameo_Renae
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CameoRenae


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