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Tracy Reed: November Featured Author

November 1, 2020 by in category Apples & Oranges by Marianne H. Donley, Featured Author of the Month tagged as , , , ,

Author: Tracy Reed

Tracy Reed | A Slice of Orange

A California native, novelist Tracy Reed pushes the boundaries of her Christian foundation with her sometimes racy and often fiery tales.

After years of living in the Big Apple, this self proclaimed New Yorker draws from the city’s imagination, intrigue, and inspiration to cultivate characters and plot lines who breathe life to the words on every page.

Tracy’s passion for beautiful fashion and beautiful men direct her vivid creative power towards not only novels, but short stories, poetry, and podcasts. With something for every attention span.

Tracy Reed’s ability to capture an audience is unmatched. Her body of work has been described as a host of stimulating adventures and invigorating expression.



Books by Tracy Reed

A SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN

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DESPERATE DESIRE

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FIRST ENCOUNTERS OF LOVE

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GENERATIONAL CURSE

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GENERATIONAL CURSE

GIRLFRIENDS & SECRETS

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GOD’S BOMBSHELL: LIVING A BEAUTIFUL SINGLE LIFE

INTENTIONAL CURSE

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INTENTIONAL CURSE

LOVE NOTES

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LOVE NOTES

MISS MATCH

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MISS MATCH

THE FIX UP

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THE FIX UP

THE FLING

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THE FLING

THE GOOD GIRL PART DEUX

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THE GOOD GIRL PART ONE

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THE GOOD GIRL PART ONE

THE GOOD GIRL Part Trois

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THE NIGHT I FELL IN LOVE

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UNEXPECTED LOVE

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WHAT MY FRIENDS DON’T KNOW

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WHAT MY FRIENDS NEED TO KNOW

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Holiday Home Run by Priscilla Oliveras

October 27, 2020 by in category Apples & Oranges by Marianne H. Donley, Spotlight tagged as , , , , , ,

Happy Release Day to Priscilla Oliveras, her new Holiday Romance, Holiday Home Run is AVAILABLE NOW!


Romance, Holiday Romance 

Date Published: October 27, 2020 

Publisher: Kensington, Zebra Books 

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Event planner Julia Fernández is in Chicago for an internship that she hopes to turn into a full-time job. She’s ready to live on her own, out from under her familia’s expectations that she take over their catering business in Puerto Rico and away from their year-round baseball fever thanks to her three ball-playing brothers.

Ex-MLB pitcher Ben Thomas knows what it’s like to have different dreams than your family intends for you, but since his injury-caused early retirement, he’s been struggling to find the sense of family baseball once brought him. When he volunteers as the emcee for Julia’s big holiday fundraiser for a local youth center, he finally begins to find a sense of purpose working with the kids and alongside Julia.  

She’s focused on organizing the best holiday event the youth center has ever seen, not on romance. But Ben…he’s got a game plan for them that includes both. 

 

Holiday Home Run was previously released as part of the holiday anthology A SEASON TO CELEBRATE.

 

  

 

About the Author

Priscilla Oliveras is a USA Today Best-Selling author & 2018 RWA® RITA®
double finalist who writes contemporary romance with a Latinx flavor. Her books have earned Starred Reviews from Publishers Weekly & Booklist, hit
the top 5 on Barnes & Noble’s Top 100 Book Bestseller list, &
notched Amazon #1 Bestseller status. Her latest release, Island Affair, made it onto O, The Oprah Magazine’s “28 of the Best Beach Reads of Summer 2020” list.

Priscilla earned her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University and currently serves as adjunct faculty in the program while also teaching the online class “Romance Writing” for ed2go. She’s a self-professed romance genre junkie, who’s also a sports fan, beach lover, Zumba aficionado, and hammock nap connoisseur.

Follow her at prisoliveras.com and on social media via @prisoliveras and Facebook.

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Spotlight on Andi Lawrencovna

October 17, 2020 by in category Spotlight tagged as , , , , ,

Just in time for Halloween we have an author spotlight on Andi Lawrencovna and her soon to release anthology, WHO’s THE FAIREST? A Sisters Grimm Anthology. (October 20, 2020 and it is available for preorder, now.)

Andi Lawrencovna lives in a small town in Northeast Ohio where she was born and raised. She writes Fantasy with a twist, un-Happily-Ever-After-ing as many fairy tales as she can. And she’s not averse to looking at the odd nursery rhyme or ten when the mood strikes. Her Never Lands series is currently enamored with an ash covered assassin and a prince who’s not in the highest of towers. From ogres spouting poetry, to princesses toting swords, Andi’s stories aren’t quite like you remember.

For more, visit: www.AndiLawrencovna.com

Andi’s story in WHO’s THE FAIREST? A Sisters Grimm Anthology is called “The Snake’s Leaves” and we’re please to have an excerpt.


THE SNAKE’S LEAVES

ANDI LAWRENCOVNA

The clipper bobbed with the tide against the dock, rocking in the first waves as the storm blew in. Dark clouds churned the sky. Raindrops threatened to fall, but remained heaven bound for a moment more. 

“It’s a bad omen.”

“There are no such things as omens.”

Reigner turned his head and stared at his prince. 

Despite the response, Euridone’s voice held concern, and his face was stern with concentration and consideration. 

Though the ship might not set sail during the midst of the storm, it would set sail eventually.

The waters whispered of hate and roiling death. 

Rey did not think the voices beneath the waves referred solely to the tempest.

He might not have believed in omens before, but he wasn’t fool enough to ignore them when they stared him in the face. He opened his mouth to argue with his master—

“We should find our berth and get settled in. She’ll be along soon enough, and I’d rather be stowed away than have to deal with her.”

A call to action, and yet Rey remained still at Euri’s side, the backs of their hands touching where they stood together, neither of them wanting to move forward to whatever fate awaited them. 

“I hate the sea.”

“It hates us too.” He replied and shifted the pack on his shoulder. A raise of his hand, the quick flick of his fingers forward, and the servants that lined up at their backs with the prince’s trunks moved towards the ship, and Euri followed their lead, Rey bringing up the rear. 

The wind wailed as they walked the gangplank to the clipper’s deck.

Ware. Ware. You will die here.

Rey turned his face to the storm as the first drops of rain fell. “I’ve died before. I’m not afraid of my end.”

For only a moment, the wind stilled, listening to his words.

It screamed at his impudence when he smiled into its gale. 

Three Months Ago

Prince Euridone Adavignlor, Hero of the Battle of Blackmore, Lord of the Southern Settlements, husband to the Princess Abrialla, wedded Heir to the Kingdom of Spinick, stood in the hallway outside the birthing suite and paced the cold stone floor. 

His wife’s labor had slowed to a crawl somewhere in the tenth hour of the trial. 

The healer said it was normal for a first birth to take time, and perhaps it was, but that was over a day ago when the pains first started, and now, at nearly forty hours, even Euri knew that something was wrong.

He was born a farmer’s son with nothing to his name but the clothes on his back and the dirt caked to his skin. Hock and hoof, field and plow, working the land and toiling beneath the sun, that was where he came from. He was a good farmer. A good and dutiful son.

And when the war came, and the king called all eligible men to battle, he traded pitchfork for pike and learned to wield a sword in place of the culling scythe. 

He was a good soldier. 

When his captain died, and he was chosen to replace the man, Euri discovered he was good at leading too.

He won the war with his tactics for King Ashwarth.

He should have died at Blackmore, but he’d somehow returned to the land of the living where the king took an interest in the man named champion. 

A good soldier. A good leader. A good prince.

Words Euri never expected, nor wanted, to hear, especially when they were followed by a wedding decree, and the burden of what marrying the princess would entail. 

For all his life, all he’d ever wanted was to escape his farm.

Now all he longed for was a chance to return to the quiet fields and the mooing of cattle and the mucking out of horse stalls. 

He wanted to take his child away from the castle walls and show the babe the beauty of a simple life that Euri always took for granted with the man who he’d come to depend on more than his next breath.

A man who was not Euri’s spouse but her bastard brother. 

Rey was more honorable than all the nobles put together in the palace halls. 

And he was the only one Euri wanted, and that his vows demanded he never claim. 

Not that Abrialla honored her marriage to Euridone. 

For all the prince knew, the babe fighting to be born was not even his, some other of his wife’s lovers having whelped the child on the princess. 

He should be angry at the knowledge, at the implication.

All he could feel was relief.

A small, childish, plaintive part of him prayed that if the babe proved to be another’s, he would be allowed to break his oath and be free of the witch. 

The more rational part of his mind knew the unlikeliness of the same. 

It wasn’t Abrialla who wanted Euri as a prince. 

No matter that the king gave his daughter every other wish she desired, Euri was Ashwarth’s demand for the kingdom, and there was no escaping a king. 

Abrialla would destroy the kingdom Euri fought a war to save. 

Ashwarth chose a farm-boy to lead his country instead of his own spawn to keep the land safe. 

And now, here Euri stood, outside his wife’s room, waiting for the birth of the child that would tie him eternally to the nation he called his own. 

Knots tangled in his stomach. 

Because the child was late in coming, and country or not, rule or not, the infant was innocent of his mother’s indiscretions or his father’s peasant desires. The babe deserved a chance at life, but Euri knew how frail new life could be.

The door to the princess’ suite opened. 

A tired nursemaid stepped out of the brightly lit room into the dim hall where the prince waited. 

“It is a boy, your highness.”

Euri nodded. 

He’d known. 

All along he’d known that she would bear a son that Euri would call his own. 

He held himself still, one hand braced at the windowpane behind him, not sure if it was to hold him back from forging the room and looking at the child fresh from the womb, or if it was to keep him standing, that the birth was done, and the child was here. He was well and truly bound up in the fight for rule now with an heir of his own, blood or not. 

Euri’s valet stepped forward to draw the maid’s attention when he could not. 

“How is the prince’s lady wife?”

Rey stood with his hands clasped behind his back, anxiety showing in every line of his body. There was no love lost between princess and manservant. Where Euri might not abandon a bastard child, the king had no such proclivities when Rey was born and cast aside. 

It was a mercy, in Euri’s mind.

If Rey was raised a prince, or a lord, or anyone of importance, they would never have met upon the battlefield. That Reigner was just a man, same as Euri, made all the difference. 

Rey kept his eyes on the maid, and Euri tore his from the valet to watch a tear slide down the woman’s face.

“It was a hard birth. The healer,” her hand trembled when she raised it to her cheek. “He has asked the prince be admitted to speak his farewells.”


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The Ultimate Betrayal

August 16, 2020 by in category Spotlight tagged as , , , ,

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by
Kat Martin


“Who hired you and Digger to kill Jessie Kegan?”


Petrov shook his head. “We didn’t have to kill her. We just had to convince her to quit sticking her nose into other people’s business.”

“And if you couldn’t convince her?”


Petrov shrugged his thick shoulders. “Then we’d have to do something that would.” He was built like a bull, and with that pale, scraggly beard, he was ugly.


“What? Like make her dead?” Bran pressed.


Petrov didn’t answer, just gave another shrug as if killing her was no big deal. Jessie shivered. She gasped when Bran drew back his fist and punched Petrov hard in the face, sending a spray of blood into the air and his body flying backward into the dirt.


“Bran, stop!” Jessie grabbed his bicep, which was bunched hard as steel, ready to deliver another brutal blow.

He shook his head, fighting for control. “He’s lucky I don’t kill him.” Instead, he jerked Petrov upright. “I need a name. Who hired you?


Petrov spit out a wad of blood. “Weaver. That’s his name. Just Weaver.”

“How do I find him?”


More blood trickled from Petrov’s nose. The way it was swelling, by tomorrow, both eyes would be black.

“I don’t know. He phones us on a burner, tells us what he needs, we call him back after the job’s done. Weaver tells us where to pick up our money. That’s the way it works.”


Bran swore foully. “What’s going to happen when Weaver finds out you didn’t finish the job?”


Petrov grimaced. “He ain’t gonna like it, that’s for sure.”


“Then I’d strongly suggest the first chance you get, you and your buddy leave town. I’ve got friends on the base. I’ll be texting them your photos. You don’t leave, I’ll know and you’ll be dealing with me instead of your buddy, Weaver. You won’t have a second chance to walk away.”


Petrov stared up at him. Jessie knew Bran was talking about soldiers in the 10th Special Forces stationed at Fort Carson, where he had friends.


“You understand what I’m saying?”

Petrov swallowed and nodded.


Bran turned to Jessie. “Time to go.”


“What about them? We can’t just leave them out here. They could die of exposure.”


“We’ll call the sheriff once we’re on the road.”


“I thought you were letting us go,” Petrov complained.


“You’re lucky your still alive.” Bran closed Jessie’s car door, rounded the hood, and slid in behind the wheel.


“Maybe we should call the MPs instead of the sheriff,” she suggested as the engine roared to life. “Since it involves a CID investigation.”


Bran shook his head. “These guys aren’t active duty, plus we don’t know who we can trust on the base.”


Unfortunately, that was true. Her dad had been murdered on the base. The military was somehow involved.


As soon as the SUV reached the highway, Bran called 9-1-1 and anonymously reported that two men had assaulted him and were now tied up in an empty field. He gave the location using GPS coordinates.


“Sheriff will be there in ten,” he said, ending the call. “We need to be long gone by then.” He punched the gas and the Expedition picked up speed, heading back to Colorado Springs, forty miles away, and their motel.


“What will the sheriff do to them?” Jessie asked.


“For starters, they’re probably driving with a stolen license plate. There’s also a good chance there’ll be warrants out for them. Guys like that…could be anything from a speeding ticket to a felony. Might get them locked up for a while.”


There were few cars on the back road Bran was driving toward town. The wind had picked up, blowing dust and dry leaves into the air. The night was dead black, no moon no stars. Jessie shivered, though it was warm in the SUV.


She thought of the men who’d come after them. “Once they’re released, do you think they’ll actually leave town?”


“I’d say chances are better than good. Men like that go after the easy money.” He cast her glance that held a trace of arrogance. “Turned out getting to you wasn’t as easy as they thought.”


She almost smiled. No, not nearly as easy with Bran Garrett acting as her bodyguard.


“I’ll text those photos to a couple of SF guys I know, have them spread the word to their buddies, keep a lookout, give me a heads-up if anyone spots them.”


She nodded. At least they might get some kind of warning if the two men stayed in the area.


Silence began to stretch between them. Neither of them spoke until town drew near and Bran’s gaze slid back to her.


“You okay?”


Was she okay? Men had been hired to stop her–one way or another–from finding out what had happened to the stolen munitions and clearing her father’s name. Since she had no intention of quitting, no, she wasn’t okay. But she didn’t say that.


“I will be. Once we clear my father’s name.”


“Be smarter to quit before things get worse.”


“You think they will?”


“Good chance they will.”


She fixed him with a stare. “You sticking?”


His mouth faintly curved. “If you are.”


As Jessie settled back in the seat, she found herself smiling. “Glad that’s settled.”


Bran just shook his head. “Well, you sure as hell aren’t boring.” He flashed one of his devastating grins. “Can’t remember when I’ve had a better time with a lady.”


Jessie scoffed. “Not counting sex,” she said dryly.


His look turned scorching the instant before he glanced away. “Yeah,” he said. “Not counting sex.”


Jessie’s whole body went warm, and in that moment she made a decision.
She decided she was going to seduce him.



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Rewrites by Larry Deibert

August 8, 2020 by in category Guest Posts, Writing tagged as , , ,

Today’s guest author is Larry Deibert. Larry is a Vietnam veteran and is the past president of the Lehigh Northampton Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Macungie, PA. Larry retired from the U.S. Postal Service in 2008 after working as a letter carrier for over 21 years. He and his wife, Peggy, live in Hellertown, PA., where he enjoys reading and writing. Larry’s website is, www.larryldeibert.com. You can contact Larry at larrydeibert@rcn.com.

In 1999, I wrote two books, 95 Bravo and Requiem For A Vampire. Eventually, both were published; Bravo in 2004 and Requiem in 2007.

95 Bravo

In 1974, after finding out that I was going to become a father, I thought it would be a good idea to write a book about my military service. Many concerns about the effects of exposure to Agent Orange, a defoliant used in Vietnam, were coming out, and the end results were devastating, including death.


The prospect of dying before my child was old enough to understand what I went through in the service, prompted me to write this story. Back in those days, there were no computers, so I had to type my story on an old-fashioned typewriter, and because errors were apt to occur, I typed several drafts before I had a copy that really shone, one that publishers would not immediately dismiss for errors, I thought.


My book was quite short at about forty-thousand words, but, then again, my experiences were limited. I had never been in combat, so what kind of war story would this be. After placing my manuscript in a plastic folder, where nothing could happen to it, I began seeking a publisher. Over the course of several months, I submitted my book to twenty-three publishers, utilizing hard copies and snail mail. Fortunately, I had a friend who worked in a printing office, and he was able to make all the copies I needed.


After sending them to the publishers, I waited various lengths of time for responses, receiving twenty-three rejection letters, finally giving up, thinking I had no talent for writing.


Fast forward to 1999. I had been involved in Vietnam Veteran groups for about ten years, hearing the stories of many combat and non-combat veterans. Some of the stories became a burden to carry, and I was advised by an Edgar (Allan Poe) winning author to rewrite my story, adding what those veterans shared with me, fictionalizing the book. I also wanted to tell the stories of what the nurses had gone through. In 1993 I was a technical advisor for a play titled Piece Of My Heart, based on a book about women veterans. One of the events during our Lehigh Northampton Vietnam Veterans Memorial weekend, was the second time I saw the play, especially proud of my daughter as she portrayed a nurse. It was the only play she ever did, saying, “Dad, I don’t think I could ever do another role as satisfying as this was.” I began to type the book on my word processor, and later, on a computer. The process took many months, and one-hundred-and-forty-three-thousand words later, completed my manuscript.


As I searched for a publisher, now being able to send digital copies, I began to write a second book.


95 Bravo was published as an e-Book in 2004, by Writer’s Exchange E-Publishing, and in 2009, the paperback was released. The rewrite came after my wife, Peggy, read the paperback. She felt that there was entirely too much unnecessary information in the book, and she wanted me to focus more on the protagonist’s love interests, making the story more female friendly.


This rewrite was relatively easy, because it was a simple matter of reading it, cutting out the unnecessary stories and when I finished, I had cut nearly twenty-five thousand words, and tightened it up quite a bit.


Late, in 2009, I self-published it with Lulu, and years later, with CreateSpace. And finally, Kindle Direct Publishing. The new title became Combat Boots dainty feet-Finding Love in Vietnam. That title came about after a co-worker of mine read the manuscript, finding that my female lead had dainty feet. He offered that I should use that in every proceeding book, which I have done.

Requiem For A Vampire

While waiting for a publisher for 95 Bravo, I had the itch to continue writing; the juices were flowing.


Having always been a vampire fan, Bela Lugosi scaring the beJesus out of me when I was a kid, and seeing many vampire movies after that, I had come up with some ideas of what my vampire would ‘look’ like. In the 60s I became a fan of Dark Shadows, a daytime soap opera that featured a two-hundred-year-old vampire, Barnabas Collins. During my twenty-two months in the army, I was unable to watch it, so my sister sent me weekly synopses of the show. Many years later, a new TV Network, SiFi ran the entire series again. I enjoyed watching the shows I had missed. A second Dark Shadows was released about twenty-five years later, and I also enjoyed that show.


I never quite believed that a vampire, a dead creature, could be destroyed by driving a wooden stake in his or her unbeating heart. Why would garlic affect a vampire? Can a vampire actually see its reflection? Do vampires eat? Why can’t they walk in the sunlight and be twenty-four seven killers?
Coming up with my own ideas about these subjects, I began the writing process, my fingers flying over the keyboard. I probably wrote the manuscript in about three months, ending up with ninety-three thousand words, and change.


I found a publisher, Mundania Press, in 2007, and after the manuscript was edited and an amazing cover created, my book was published. Sadly, they did nothing as far as marketing was concerned, and my sales were not great. I got my rights back, and figured that someday I would rewrite the book, not caring for some of my character’s names and the story needed a little work.


For months I had been searching for the disc or flash drive that contained the manuscript, but I had no success. I tried photocopying the pages of the book, printing them out and writing as I read the page. That was a horrible experience. In May, I found the answer. I used the dictate feature on Word and began to read my entire book aloud, seeing the words appear on paper. Technology is amazing. After completing a hard copy, I began the process of editing, which is not my forte.


I purchased a program-Grammarly-and after dictating a chapter, I had to move the chapter from Word to Grammarly. After correcting the piece, I had to copy it back to Word, with every paragraph indent disappearing. That gave me an opportunity to reread my work again, and after completing that task, I used the Word editing program.

On July 20th, I finally finished the dictation process and the two editing processes. My manuscript is now in the hands of an editor, and I look forward to giving the story one more read before my wife, who has been the final reader of each book, gives it her once over.


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