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Cover Reveal: Monday’s Promise

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Book: Monday’s Promise
Series: Haywater Novel #2
Author: R.G. Corr
Release Date: 27th November
Cover Design: Francessca’s PR & Designs
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Synopsis

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Promises lead to devastation.
They always have.

From the day he was born, Reid Banner had to fight for his place in life.
At the age of eight, he was already on his ninth foster placement; lonely, hurting, and with a heart full of broken promises. When he meets the Maddisons, life slowly but finally, moves forward, and Reid sees a way he may be able to make it in this world.

Then a promise is made…
Tragedy follows, forcing him to ride into the night and make a decision that changes the rest of his life.
Together, the Maddisons join Reid in battling their way through grief.

But when another promise is made…
The past that Reid hoped would never again darken his doors comes back to break him – jeopardising all that he cares for.

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Book One Purchase Links

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About The Author

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R. G. Corr is a mum of 3 who loves to read almost as much as she does to write. When she’s not working or writing, you’ll find her nose deep in her kindle swooning over her latest book boyfriend.

Having had an overactive imagination for many years, a discussion with a friend at a soft play area, amidst the noise and mayhem of toddlers, finally convinced her to put pen to paper and write her first novel.

You can keep in touch with her via:

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NaNoWriMo and Last Chance

Well it’s that time again, where insanity takes over and I believe I can write a novel one flippin’ month.

While I’m business pecking away at the keyboard, this is your last chance to sign up for my first annual holiday party! We’ll be having take over’s, giveaways and just a plain old good time. Plus a surprise will be coming up on my birthday! You won’t want to miss it!

(And it won’t include YouTube, as I’m still trying to figure that one out)

Sign up below and RSVP here!

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Excerpt Reveal: His to Cherish by Stacey Lynn

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His to Cherish by Stacey Lynn

Series: Fireside #3
Publication Date: November 15th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Loveswept

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Synopsis:

Can two hearts entwined by hardship move on to form a healthy bond? From the author of His to Love and His to Protect, this tender, bittersweet romance brings together a man who loses everything—and a woman with everything to give.

Chelsea Dwyer arrives home from her job at the middle-school library in Latham Hills, Michigan, expecting another quiet evening—until she hears the screams for help through her living room window. As the first witness to a terrible accident involving two local students, Chelsea doesn’t anticipate how her own life will be irrevocably changed by the father of one of the boys. In the wake of tragedy, she’s the only one who seems to understand his grief. Chelsea’s a survivor, too—and she knows that there are brighter days ahead.

As a single father, Aidan Deveraux worked his entire life to provide a stable home for his son, Derrick. Without him, Aidan feels the deepest despair imaginable. The one thing that keeps him going is his connection with the woman who tried to save his son. Hard as he tries, Aidan just can’t stay away. Chelsea’s warm embrace is the comforting solace he desperately craves—and it doesn’t hurt that Aidan had noticed the beautiful librarian and wanted to ask her out for years. Now that she’s in his life, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

Excerpt:

“Talk to me.”

I opened my mouth to speak before snapping it closed. Anything I had to say would make me seem like an overemotional, crazy drunk woman. I wasn’t prepared for that kind of humiliation. Thankfully I hadn’t drunk enough to make my filter disappear.

“I’m just tired,”I said to satisfy him. By his scowl, he didn’t believe me.

His tongue slid along his bottom lip, and I inhaled a gasp of air. I needed it. Perhaps the alcohol caused my lungs to stop working correctly.

His eyes darted back and forth between mine. I frowned, wondering what he was looking for and what he saw.

Did he see the insecure girl who had to continually say goodbye to everyone she loved but tried like hell to hide the emptiness that brought?

“You’re always there for me.”

My nose twitched. “It’s not a problem.”

He nodded slowly, just once. I watched something happen in his eyes and then looked down as he fidgeted on his feet, shifting his weight. He seemed nervous, which made no sense.

His hand on my chin moved slowly to the back of my neck, cupping me and bringing me closer to him. He was a breath away from me, his face so close to mine, when he roughly whispered, “But I haven’t thanked you.”

“It’s not necessary—”

His lips hit mine. My eyes flew open and I gasped, opening my mouth. Instantly, his tongue pressed in, circling my tongue and tasting me. Oh . . . my . . . gosh. It was like heaven and hell wrapped up in the prettiest package I could ever receive. Better than a blue box with a silver ribbon from Tiffany.

He tasted better than I thought he would—clean and crisp—and I leaned in, wanting more.

No, I didn’t lean in. I melted.

My tongue tangled with his and a moan escaped my throat.

It was that sound that had both of us snapping back to reality.

He pulled away and my mouth was still open, my brain working too slowly to process what just happened, how absolutely incredible it felt . . . and the look of regret all over his face.

“Shit.”Aidan’s fingers dropped from my neck and I stood on my front porch completely dumbfounded as both of his hands flew to his neck, clasping at the back. He looked up at the sky and gritted out, “Fuck.”

“Aidan,”I said, reaching out for him. He dodged my touch and spun on his heels.

“I gotta go.”

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Pre-Order Links:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2ebU5mL
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2f88Ivz
iBooks: http://apple.co/2ffw4Me
Nook: http://bit.ly/2fbYRD6
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2elq8nm
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2eSLERd
Books A Million: http://bit.ly/2ey05Hl

Check out the other books in the series:

His to Protect, Book 2:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2fb8n9i
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2e0wSbD
iBooks: http://apple.co/2fCHIFk
Nook: http://bit.ly/2elvwal
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2f8gW7e
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2f8epd2
Books A Million: http://bit.ly/2fcbk9L

His to Love, Book 1:

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2e0wSse
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2eSK4Pi
iBooks: http://apple.co/2fb8amm
Nook: http://bit.ly/2ftfXzW
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2e0tEVI
Google Play: http://bit.ly/2fbbRIH
Books A Million: http://bit.ly/2fc3f5g

About the Author

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Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

If you would like to know more about Stacey Lynn, follow her here:

Facebook: www.facebook.com/staceylynnbooks
Twitter: @staceylynnbooks
Website: http://www.staceylynnbooks.com

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When I Grow Up

All I wanted to be was a writer. Okay, that’s not true.

I’ve wanted to be a firefighter, a police officer, a singer, a lawyer and a writer. Not necessarily in that order, but you get the gist.

I have been writing since I could pick up a crayon and put it to wall (yeah, my mom loved that one). I have memories of writing “movies” – drawing pictures with subtitles and shining a flashlight on them – don’t judge. I was adorable.

I was writing short stories with dialogue in middle school while others where still trying to figure out how to do the daily language skill activities on the chalk board. Basically, I have been writing.

So if I have been writing forever, why do I feel I suck at it? And how do I make myself feel better so I have the confidence to put myself out there more.

 

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Hi — Disability, Depression and Me

My name is Lisa, at the time of this post, I am 37 years old. I have two sons (18 and 12). I am a writer, this isn’t my first blog and I am sick. I have fibromyalgia, arthritis, anxiety, depression and insomnia. I used to be a computer technician, but was let go. Wait, […]

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Don’t forget to check out my new blog and share!

 

Reviews coming soon, have a great weekend!

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Nothing 

There is nothing out there for people who are applying, waiting and praying for disability benefits. There are tons of programs for people who can work and need help getting back on their feet but there is nothing for people who physically and/or mentally cannot work. 

Which means they have no income. Zero. If married or partnered up it comes with its own challenges of missed income, but its a tad easier than being single  (I’m guessing here, I know it’s not a cake walk either way).

Being single and being a single parent who cannot work but still trying to maintain some sort of independence is an oxymoron. You still have to apply for state assistance, housing and whatever else your state may offer.

You think you would get the support of your family, but nope, your mooching off them and why can’t you just get a job until your disability is approved.

Yeah.

Cause then I wouldn’t need disability, but you know I’m lovin’ stressing out over rent, food, electricity. And now transportation since the car dealership went back on their word and decided that what you were paying wasn’t enough so I returned the car.

And now I get cussed out nearly daily from a relative who’s car I am borrowing… so yeah.

I don’t understand why they can’t start your benefits and then stop/deduct them if you aren’t approved. This is just a single mom barely holding it together vent.

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I’ve Forgotten How To Blog

At least, happily. So for August, I am going to do a 30 day writing challenge to get back into the swing of things and also hopefully boost my book writing since I am lagging in that area terribly. Like, OMG this book is never going to be finished, terrible. I need a swift kick in the pants for sure.

I have the cover for Riders: Dangerous Turns done and I am so happy with it! I’m putting a little sneak peak below for you and hope that you are just as excited about it all coming together as I am.

cover tease

Okay, so back to the writing I go. Have a great day!