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Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Gooseberry Island by Steven Manchester...What a Read!
Friday, October 10, 2014
Trying to Outrun the Love of God.... Book Tour October-November 2014 By: Author Karen Adams
Author
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FEATURING ......... Author Karen Adams
ABOUT THE NOVEL.....
How
can God reach someone who appears unreachable? Will the love of God
be enough to break every chain and loose the trap of the enemy? In
her debut book, Author Karen Adams struggles to understand how a
loving God would allow life to be so unbearable. Facing childhood
molestation, years of crack addiction, nervous breakdowns, and
admissions to mental wards, she learned that no matter how difficult
life was, God continued to extend His love. Trying
to Outrun the Love of God,
is a deeply moving story of one woman’s journey filled with
suffering and pain, but one that ultimately finds wholeness and
deliverance in the arms of a loving Savior. A must read for all those
who think they are alone.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR.....
Karen
Adams survived childhood molestation, 7 years of crack addiction, 4
nervous breakdown, two admissions to mental wards of hospitals
against her will. She is now an Evangelist who teaches and preaches
on the transforming love of God. She has a burden for emotional
wounded and hurting people. She attended college at all of the
Alameda County Jr. Colleges. In her free time she enjoys, traveling,
movies, reading and spending time with her cat Noches and her
Cockatiel birdy.
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Publisher: http://csnbooks.net/
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Please check out my review of Trying to Outrun the Love of God at: Arlena's Book Reviews: http://arlenasbookreviews-arlenadean.blogspot.com
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Breakfall {Book 1 Of The Fall Trilogy} By: Kate Pavelle
Excerpt
1
AS ASBJORN helped the
others put the mats away, he realized he had had a surprisingly good
time. He saw no good reason to reveal his identity as the new karate
club teacher. Not yet. Staying incognito for a little while longer
appealed to him, and Sean Gallaway caught his attention as someone
interesting. There was a sense of centered power within him, a sense
of playful relaxation that Asbjorn had encountered only a few times
in his fifteen years of martial arts training.
He found he wanted to
like the guy.
His heart flared with
hope that Sean Gallaway wasn’t one of those “all flash, no
substance” one-trick ponies.
He knew he should have
introduced himself like a civilized human being and negotiated the
use of the mats for his class—but there was a memory of his body
being guided unwillingly in a circle and then falling on his back—and
he liked
it. He
shivered at the memory of Sean’s light touch, his warm, long
fingers on Asbjorn’s neck. Sean threw him onto his back with merely
a twist of a hip and a sweep of a relaxed arm. Asbjorn knew, deep
down, this shorter, smaller man had the ability to wipe the mat with
him almost as readily as Tiger had done all those years ago.
His desire to remain
incognito was further fueled by the knowledge that Thorpe-sensei had
wanted to cooperate with this Sean Gallaway, see what he could learn
from him. It would take just a few weeks before Asbjorn would get a
handle on the timing behind these simple throws.
Just a few weeks
during which he would be just another guy to this Sean Gallaway of
the wild, sunshine hair and molten brown eyes. He didn’t know why,
but when he thought of being thrown by Sean, of sparring with him,
his breath quickened and he felt a feral grin form on his face.
Suddenly,
it wasn’t just about the mats anymore.
Excerpt
2
Sean didn’t know. He never tried it. Burrows-sensei disapproved of contamination by other martial arts.
“Contaminating aikido by other arts would make it too easy to resort to violence,” he said, repeating the word he heard so many times. “If you are defending yourself, and if your timing is right and you keep the principles in mind, all you have to do is trust the technique to work.”
The response to his rehearsed words was action. Strong arms on his biceps and hips against his hip.
Asbjorn pushed him roughly against the brick wall of the building next to them.
“Do something, Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was calm.
Sean was pinned.
He curled his wrists in and attempted to raise his arms, but with his hips immobilized, it was impossible to use his whole body. He could not simply curl a man like Asbjorn. Frustrated, he stomped on Asbjorn’s foot.
Asbjorn smiled. “Sometimes, your style will be incompatible with the style of somebody else. You can also be smaller or physically weaker.”
The stubborn set of Sean’s jaw told Asbjorn he tried to resist the impending feeling of humiliation and defeat. Sean said, “You’re saying there’s nothing I can do.”
“No. I’m saying you have to learn a few dirty tricks.”
“I can’t use my hands.”
“You can use your head, though. I’m close enough for a head-butt. If you hit my nose with your forehead, I’ll let go right quick.”
Asbjorn loosened his grip on Sean’s arms and slid his large hands onto the rough surface by Sean’s head. He kept his hips pressed forward, his face buried in Sean’s hair, and seemed disinclined to move.
“Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was but a whisper.
“What are you doing?”
There was a pause before Asbjorn broke the silence. “I’m wondering that myself.”
Sean didn’t know. He never tried it. Burrows-sensei disapproved of contamination by other martial arts.
“Contaminating aikido by other arts would make it too easy to resort to violence,” he said, repeating the word he heard so many times. “If you are defending yourself, and if your timing is right and you keep the principles in mind, all you have to do is trust the technique to work.”
The response to his rehearsed words was action. Strong arms on his biceps and hips against his hip.
Asbjorn pushed him roughly against the brick wall of the building next to them.
“Do something, Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was calm.
Sean was pinned.
He curled his wrists in and attempted to raise his arms, but with his hips immobilized, it was impossible to use his whole body. He could not simply curl a man like Asbjorn. Frustrated, he stomped on Asbjorn’s foot.
Asbjorn smiled. “Sometimes, your style will be incompatible with the style of somebody else. You can also be smaller or physically weaker.”
The stubborn set of Sean’s jaw told Asbjorn he tried to resist the impending feeling of humiliation and defeat. Sean said, “You’re saying there’s nothing I can do.”
“No. I’m saying you have to learn a few dirty tricks.”
“I can’t use my hands.”
“You can use your head, though. I’m close enough for a head-butt. If you hit my nose with your forehead, I’ll let go right quick.”
Asbjorn loosened his grip on Sean’s arms and slid his large hands onto the rough surface by Sean’s head. He kept his hips pressed forward, his face buried in Sean’s hair, and seemed disinclined to move.
“Sean.” Asbjorn’s voice was but a whisper.
“What are you doing?”
There was a pause before Asbjorn broke the silence. “I’m wondering that myself.”
Excerpt
3
THE QUALITY of silence around him awakened him. Sean strained his ears in vain for familiar sounds. The car traffic of Cambridge was replaced by the gray, early morning stillness of nearby woods. There was no sound of a clock ticking, no popping of ancient radiators, no footsteps of fellow students overhead. The silence was like a blanket of cool, morning fog, comforting and private.
He turned toward the source of breathing to his right. This was Sean’s first-ever opportunity to observe Asbjorn at leisure. His eyes, deep like the ocean blue, were closed, their pale eyelashes stretching down in a graceful arc. It amused Sean to find faded, sun-kissed freckles on Asbjorn’s nose and cheekbones—a testament to his heritage as well as to his lifestyle. The scar splitting his right eyebrow was still angry and red, a reminder of his bout with Don, a fight without a victor. Sean let his gaze travel down the chiseled planes of Asbjorn’s exquisite, sharp cheekbones, his lovely and defined jaw blurred by morning stubble, his stubborn chin. Above his chin, his lips: lush and generous and tinged pink with promise.
Sean leaned forward, sharing his breath with Asbjorn, feeling the stirrings of air on his nose. He brushed his lips against the stubbly jaw with a soft caress.
Asbjorn opened his pale lids. “What time is it, Sean?”
“I dunno. Early.” Sean reached for his cell phone, only to realize it was still in police custody.
“What day is it?” The pressure-cooker of recent events had left him disoriented.
“Uh, Thursday. Thanksgiving.” Asbjorn’s voice was still clogged with sleep.
“Shit.” Sean hit his head back against the pillow. The lab. He never handed in his stupid physics lab report.
Asbjorn reached for him with his large hands. “Shh. Don’t worry about anything right now.” Asbjorn’s voice soothed him. The strength of Asbjorn’s arms filled him with strange awareness as he was pulled in closer. The warmth was comforting, and he did not resist. He felt a cool nose nuzzle his neck.
“Bjorn!”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re not helping.”
“Not helping what?”
Sean blushed. “My morning situation.”
Sharp teeth worried the tan skin of his shoulder. Soon, a warm, wet tongue laved the nibbled skin smooth again. He felt sensuous lips taste of his arm and neck, and Sean felt himself arch. His morning wood was now a fearsome force of nature.
He felt Asbjorn press into his lower back, feeling his heat and the smooth hardness trapped between their bodies.
“Good to know I’m not alone in my predicament.”
THE QUALITY of silence around him awakened him. Sean strained his ears in vain for familiar sounds. The car traffic of Cambridge was replaced by the gray, early morning stillness of nearby woods. There was no sound of a clock ticking, no popping of ancient radiators, no footsteps of fellow students overhead. The silence was like a blanket of cool, morning fog, comforting and private.
He turned toward the source of breathing to his right. This was Sean’s first-ever opportunity to observe Asbjorn at leisure. His eyes, deep like the ocean blue, were closed, their pale eyelashes stretching down in a graceful arc. It amused Sean to find faded, sun-kissed freckles on Asbjorn’s nose and cheekbones—a testament to his heritage as well as to his lifestyle. The scar splitting his right eyebrow was still angry and red, a reminder of his bout with Don, a fight without a victor. Sean let his gaze travel down the chiseled planes of Asbjorn’s exquisite, sharp cheekbones, his lovely and defined jaw blurred by morning stubble, his stubborn chin. Above his chin, his lips: lush and generous and tinged pink with promise.
Sean leaned forward, sharing his breath with Asbjorn, feeling the stirrings of air on his nose. He brushed his lips against the stubbly jaw with a soft caress.
Asbjorn opened his pale lids. “What time is it, Sean?”
“I dunno. Early.” Sean reached for his cell phone, only to realize it was still in police custody.
“What day is it?” The pressure-cooker of recent events had left him disoriented.
“Uh, Thursday. Thanksgiving.” Asbjorn’s voice was still clogged with sleep.
“Shit.” Sean hit his head back against the pillow. The lab. He never handed in his stupid physics lab report.
Asbjorn reached for him with his large hands. “Shh. Don’t worry about anything right now.” Asbjorn’s voice soothed him. The strength of Asbjorn’s arms filled him with strange awareness as he was pulled in closer. The warmth was comforting, and he did not resist. He felt a cool nose nuzzle his neck.
“Bjorn!”
“Hmmm?”
“You’re not helping.”
“Not helping what?”
Sean blushed. “My morning situation.”
Sharp teeth worried the tan skin of his shoulder. Soon, a warm, wet tongue laved the nibbled skin smooth again. He felt sensuous lips taste of his arm and neck, and Sean felt himself arch. His morning wood was now a fearsome force of nature.
He felt Asbjorn press into his lower back, feeling his heat and the smooth hardness trapped between their bodies.
“Good to know I’m not alone in my predicament.”
Author: Kate Pavelle
Just about everything Kate Pavelle writes is colored by her life experiences, whether the book in your hand is romance, mystery, or adventure. Kate grew up under a totalitarian regime behind the Iron Curtain. In her life, she has been a hungry refugee and a hopeful immigrant, a crime victim and a force of lawful vengeance, a humble employee and a business owner, an unemployed free-lancer and a corporate executive, a scientist and an artist, a storyteller volunteering for her local storytelling guild, a martial artist, and a triathlete. Kate’s frequent travels imbue her stories with local color from places both exotic and mundane.Kate Pavelle is encouraged in her writing by her husband, children and pets, and tries not to kill her extensive garden in her free time. Out of the five and a half languages she speaks, English is her favorite comfort zone.
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From Arlena's Book Reviews: Breakfall By Kate Pavelle
Title: Breakfall [Book 1 of the Fall Trilogy]
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, LGBT, Romance
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
Rating: 4
Review:
"Breakfall" by Kate Pavelle.....
What was this novel about?
"Sexual assault doesn't discriminate. Aikido instructor Sean Gallaway learns that when he falls prey to a violent stalker. Asbjorn Lund, a karate sensei on campus and a Navy vet, yearns to teach Sean how to survive. How to overcome. How to recover. Sean feels hunted and alone as the stalker escalates, testing his boundaries. With the entire dojo at his back, Sean resolves to play bait. He will catch the animal stalking him and reclaim his sense of self if it's the last thing he does. Yet Sean's hunger for justice clashes with Asbjorn's protective streak, and their budding romance might not survive their war of wills."
My thoughts from the read...
I thought what a interesting book cover and when I went on to find out what this novel was about I thought this may be good so I read "Breakfall." And YES, it is about gay partners. I must say I did like the martial arts going on but I really wasn't able to follow it all due to all of the references and its sayings? However, I kept on reading and found the two main characters were definitely alpha males and after all that happens the main question will be will they be able to work it all out in the end? There will have to be a lots of giving of space for one of the characters and for the other one to back off some but isn't that what love is all about...being there for each other and the give and take? Will these stubborn alpha males learn how to love each other while maintain their individuality? Well, I will not give any of it away other than to say you will have to pick up this read "Breakfall" to see how this will bring it all out to the reader. You will have to wait and see because this author will leave the reader with a cliff hanger, so we will have to wait for the next trilogy!
Monday, June 30, 2014
BOOK BLAST FOR JULY I, 2014
About
The Book
What
You Can Get Away With
Jared
Riley, an aging semi-pro basketball player grabs for one last sexual venture
before settling in for the lifestyle and comfort he signed up for when he
married Lily. He is in explicitly drawn into the schemes of Alicia Connors, a
young girl struggling to scratch her way out of a miserable existence who
pursues Jared with a vengeance. One night of passion spirals into a series of
unfortunate events that impacts his family in a way he never imagined.
Joyce A. Brown is a motivational speaker and author who uses her creative energy to give voice and meaning to the challenges women face in all walks of life. She grew up in Rockford, Illinois in a household of strong women, but her professional career expanded her reach into Peoria and Battle Creek, Michigan. She is a proud member of AKA Sorority, Inc. and has served as a direct services worker, executive director, program director for a major foundation, and an entrepreneur. Joyce has experienced many uplifting moments as a professional and as a dedicated parent and strives to bring those events and lessons to life through her characters in the contemporary fiction novels she pens.
Next we have.....
Love Runs
Deep
After Tyler
Bradford has a run in with the Chameleon, she finds herself gunned down and
bleeding in the snow next to her best friend, Lorrain. Her entire world changes
when Lorrain dies. She becomes determined to make the Chameleon pay for his
crimes. However, she isn't the only one on a mission. The Chameleon is hunting
her down to finish what he started. Their paths will cross, yet only one of them
will accomplish their goal. Tyler's love for Lorrain runs deep, but will it be
the very thing that gets her killed?
About The
Author
Karen D.
Bradley’s weakest link
would become her saving grace in her life. In college, she found herself in a
place where she needed an outlet for her haywire emotions, a way to focus to get
through classes and to stabilize her world that seemed to be spinning out of
control. Writing her first book, Shattered Illusions, helped her cope with the
death of her father, the emotion upheaval and her changing family dynamics. In
2010, Karen’s world once again tilted off its axis leaving her scrambling to
survive. Publishing her second book, Trifling Ways, became one of the ways she
endured one of the most difficult times in her life. For her next project, Karen
allowed her readers to select which book would be published next and they
selected Tainted Love which was release June 2013. She gives a portion of the
proceeds from the sales of her books to organizations that are designed to help
others. Her current book, Love Runs Deep is available in trade paperback and
e-book. Her next book, Black Diamond, is slated to be released in 2015. Find her
on the web at www.ambrosiasands.com
Next.....
Every Woman
Needs a Wife
A woman can
have it all … a career, children, a not-so-perfect husband ... and his
mistress.
Every Woman
Needs a Wife is the
hilarious, but thought-provoking story of a wife who does the “unthinkable.”
When Brandi walks in on her husband and his mistress she says, “If you’re going
to cheat, then I need to get something out of it. The mistress needs to come
home, clean my house, keep the kids and put some money on the bills, too.”
Bursting with
originality and controversy, author Naleighna Kai has created a provocative, and
at times heartwarming tale about an age-old problem that will strike a chord
with all women.
Website: http://www.naleighnakai.com
Amazon Buy
Link: http://amzn.to/1qeJxH8
About The
Author
Naleighna
Kai is the
national bestselling author of Open Door Marriage, Every Woman Needs a Wife,
with a spin-off titled, The Pleasure’s All Mine. She is a contributing author to
a New York Times Bestseller, an award-winning author, and The E. Lynn Harris
Author of Distinction. Naleighna pens contemporary fiction, erotica, and
speculative fiction and is currently working on her next novels: Was it Good For
You Too?, Rich Woman's Fetish and Slaves of Heaven. Find her on the web at www.naleighnakai.com or
www.everywomanneedsawife, and on Facebook and Twitter under Naleighna
Kai.
and last we have...
About The
Book
Blue Holiday
has decided to call foul and leave her destructive marriage. But her cheating
husband, Jaylin, decides he needs her money to survive and insists on a rematch.
Usually, Blue would be game, but after discovering the depths of his depravity,
she drops him from her roster of eligibles. Unaccustomed to rejection,
especially from his wife, Jaylin decides to take what he feels is rightfully
his. Problem is, he forgot a woman in love will put up with a lot. But a woman
enraged, she’ll let you think you’re winning, just before she snatches it all.
Raging Blue a contemporary romance by author, Renee Daniel Flagler.
About The
Author
Renee Daniel
Flagler is an
award-winning freelance journalist, teaching artist, and the award-nominated
author of four novels, Mountain High Valley Low, Miss-Guided, In Her Mind and,
Raging Blue. She teaches creative writing through public school’s Arts in
Education programs. Renee resides in New York and is currently at work on her
next novels, Still Raging, Society Wives and her first faith-based, nonfiction
book entitled, The Relationship Survival Guide. Connect with Renee on Facebook,
Twitter or online at ReneeDanielFlagler.com.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
The Next Stephen King? (Original Article from Florda Weekly) Keith Rommel "The Cursed Man"
he Next Stephen King? (Original Article from Florida Weekly) Keith Rommel "The Cursed Man"
Could author be the next Stephen King?
BY AMY WOODS
Special to Florida Weekly
The next Stephen King could surface in sunny South Florida.
With troubling titles such as “The Lurking Man,” “TheSinful Man” and “The Cursed Man” — now in productionas a motion-picture thriller— author Keith Rommel hastaken on the tendencies of horror’s highness.
Wrote a reviewer at United Kingdom based BookLore of“The Cursed Man”: “This is a very well-written book, witha little bit of Stephen Kinglike horror. It will keep the readerinterested, and it is a gem of a story.”
“I’m a fan of Stephen King, and to even be compared to somebody like that is very humbling,” Mr.Rommel said. “You’re your own worst critic, so I don’t necessarily agree with it, but I’ll take thecompliment.”
While the 43-year-old Port St. Lucie resident has read a lot of King’s bestsellers, other authorshave influenced the writing style of the hobbyist-turned hopeful.
ROMMEL “Iris Johansen, she’s a good writer,” Mr. Rommel said. “I reallyliked ‘The Search.’”
He also admits the “Left Behind” apocalyptic-fiction series has made asmuch of an impression on him as his collection of comic books.
“I am a comic book nerd — nerd, nerd, nerd, through and through,” Mr.Rommel said.
He started buying comic books in elementary school after a teacher toldhim he had a reading-comprehension problem and prescribed “pictureswith words.”
“I couldn’t put the pieces together when you asked me what happened in the story, and myteacher said to start reading books that had pictures in them,” Mr. Rommel said. “And here I amat the age of 43, and I still buy comic books, much to my wife’s dismay.”
By day, the father of two works at Rocky’s Ace Hardware inTequesta. By night, he pens passages filled with crime,suspense and psychological fiction.
“I grew up working in retail and started to write as a hobby,” Mr.Rommel said. “It has been a fine balance being able to maintainthe demands of running a store, raising a family and writing. Themajority of my writing is done at night when the house goesquiet.
Q: Can you describe “The Cursed Man”?
A: “The Cursed Man” is based off of a family friend’s young-adult life.His mother is living inside his head, and he’s just trying to escapeher. The whole book, you’re trying to figure out whether this guy isnuts or not. It’s about abuse.
Maritza Brikisak plays Death in “The Cursed Man.”COURTESY PHOTOS
Q: How did you land a motion-picture deal?
A: I realized I had no PR, so I looked for reviewers toreview the book. I mailed out 15 books and got ninereviews — one who compared my writing to StephenKing. Who knew when I licked that stamp and put iton the envelope and sent it to the United Kingdomthat this would ever get the attention of a producer?
Q: When is the movie coming out?
A: Production started in February, and it’s supposed to wrap at the end of September. IntergalaxyEntertainment and James Perry are producing the movie in Pasadena, Calif.
Q: You say your movie has something in common with Star Wars. What is it? Jim Tavaré as Terry in
“The Cursed Man.”
A: The moco [motion-control] crane that was used to film theDeath Star!
Q: How did your father serve as an inspiration for your work?
A: My father was a big advocate of my writing and oftenencouraged me to try and get published. When he passedaway from cancer, I was compelled to pursue publication andfound a home for “The Cursed Man” at Sunbury Press. Thefirst thing you see slapped in your face is my dedication to myfather.
Q: Where can readers buy your novels?
A: They can be purchased through any major bookseller,including Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Q: What is your goal as a writer?
A: My ultimate goal is to share my work with people in hopes of removing them out of theireveryday stress and immerse them into a world of intrigue. If I was able to do my hobby as aliving, I would love to be able to write books full-time.
Q: Are you going to be rich and famous someday?
A: I can tell you right now if “The Cursed Man” is successful, “The Lurking Man” is going to be amovie. They have the book already.
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