Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Blog Tour: The Big F by Maggie Ann Martin

Title: The Big F
Author: Maggie Ann Martin
Genre: Young Adult, Contemporary
Release Date: August 29, 2017
Publisher: Swoon Reads

Summary:
Danielle effed up. Big time.

Danielle’s plans for the future were pretty easy to figure out… until she failed senior English and her single college application was denied. Suddenly she’s in hot water with very few options, because honestly who applies to a safety school when their mom is a semi-famous “college psychic”?!

Determined to get her life back on track, Danielle enrolls in her hometown community college with a plan: pass her English class and get back into Ohio State and her mother’s good graces. Romance isn’t on her radar… until she reconnects with her childhood crush and golden-boy-next-door, Luke.

Between family drama, first love and finding her own way, Danielle can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. Thankfully she has her friendship with the snarky and frustratingly attractive Porter, her coworker at the campus bookstore, to push her to experience new things and help keep her afloat.

One thing’s for sure: This time, failure’s not an option.

What is the biggest influence/interest that brought you to this genre?
Probably the Anna and the French Kiss books by Stephanie Perkins. I was a strictly Fantasy and Paranormal girl up until I read those books, and then I started diving into the world of contemporary after I gobbled up those books.

When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
With The Big F, editing definitely became my favorite part. I loved reworking and reimagining scenes with the characters I’d come to know over so many years.

When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
Tough question! I find different genres intriguing for different reasons. I love a contemporary where I can step into a character’s shoes, imagine myself there, and learn from the way they observe our world. For fantasy, I find being immersed in a new world to be completely intriguing and exciting.

If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
BECKY ALBERTALLI. She is my writer crush.

Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I’ve always been a writer! Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve always kept notebooks upon notebooks filled with stories I was working on. My best Christmas ever was when I got my first laptop. We didn’t even have WIFI at home yet, but I didn’t need it. I just wanted to be able to write my stories whenever I wanted without having to fight for the family computer.

Author Bio:
Maggie Ann Martin hails from Des Moines, Iowa but moonlights as a New Yorker. She has a shiny new BA in English and Journalism from the University of Iowa, the most welcoming literary community in the world. When she is not writing, you can find her binge watching TV shows or passionately fangirling over fictional characters on the Internet. The Big F is her debut novel.


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Review Tour: The Bones of Our Fathers by Elin Gregory

Title: The Bones of Our Father
Suthor: Elin Gregory
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2017
Cover Design: Michelle Peart
Publisher: Manifold Press

Summary:
Malcolm Bright, brand new museum curator in a small Welsh Border town, is a little lonely until – acting as emergency archaeological consultant on a new housing development – he crosses the path of Rob Escley, aka Dirty Rob, who makes Mal’s earth move in more ways than one.

Then Rob discovers something wonderful, and together they must combat greedy developers and a treasure hunter determined to get his hands on the find. Are desperate measures justified to save the bones of our fathers? Will Dirty Rob live up to his reputation? Do museum curators really do it meticulously?

Answers must be found for the sake of Mal’s future, his happiness and his heart.


When Malcom "Mal" Bright became the new museum curator in a strange Welsh village he had no idea what fate had in store.  Rob "Dirty Rob" Escley is there to begin the ground work for a new housing development, he never thought he'd dig up something old which would lead to something new.  When these two have to work together, well it's safe to say nothing will ever quite be the same.

The Bones of Our Fathers is a brilliantly written tale of discovery: friendship, village life, understanding, and of course love.  Some might call Bones a slow build or "slow burn" and I suppose that's true to a degree but I found it to be just a discovery that progresses naturally.  I say that because in my internal dictionary of fictional definitions a slow burn requires more angst and pain but whatever phrase you use to describe Mal and Rob, it's fun, passionate, just the right amount of drama, and frankly it is just plain lovely.

It may not be the hugest part of the story but I loved how Mal learns to navigate his way around the village life with the help of his interesting receptionist Betty, this factor adds some well timed humor, which in my mind only heightens the enjoyment.  I may be an American and to my dismay I have never been to the UK but it is the friendship between Mal and Betty and the village life that made me feel if I opened my front door, I'd be looking at the pub and within walking distance of the museum.

The Bones of Our Fathers is not my first Elin Gregory, okay it is only my second of her tales that I have experienced but it certainly won't be my last.  She's definitely an author on my watch for list.

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Author Bio:
Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and works in a museum in a castle built on the edge of a Roman Fort! She reckons that's a pretty cool job.

Elin usually writes on historical subjects, and enjoys weaving the weird and wonderful facts she comes across in her research into her plots. She likes her heroes hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow. Often they are in danger, frequently they have to make hard choices, but happy endings are always assured.

Current works in progress include one set during the Great War, another in WW2, one set in the Dark Ages and a series of contemporary romances set in a small town on the Welsh border.


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Pre-Order Blitz: Tempted by Mr. Wrong by Jacquie Biggar

Title: Tempted by Mr. Wrong
Author: Jacquie Biggar
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Step-Brothers
Release Date: September 5, 2017
Summary:
How can something so wrong, feel so right?

Falling for her step-brother is a mistake T.J. doesn't want to repeat, but one look into those sapphire blue eyes and she's ready to give him whatever he wants.

Tammy-Jo Hawthorne's marriage was floundering, but she never expected her husband to make her the laughing stock of Magnolia.

And she definitely didn't expect to trip over him in their front yard after he'd been murdered.

Jason McIntyre was forced out of his home and the love of his life by the man who'd haunted his nightmares for ten long years.

Now Jason's back--and he wants revenge.


Tammy-Jo Hawthorne limped down the side of the highway, broken shoe in hand, and cursed everything from the gravel cutting into her bare foot, to the drizzling rain making her mascara run. But most of all, she cursed fate for ever introducing her to her no-good, dirty, rotten scumbag of an ex-husband—Timothy Hawthorne the third, and don’t you forget it.

Her cheeks flamed again even as goosebumps of embarrassed anger chased themselves over her flesh. They’d escorted her out; she still couldn’t believe it. Not one person had stood to defend her either. Ten years she’d belonged to that stupid high-falutin club, and no one had supported her in her time of need. Well, screw them.

A semi-trailer flew past, and a sheet of water drenched her to the bone.

“Ooh.” She raised her shoe in the air and shook it at the fading taillights. “Thanks for nothing.”

Disheartened, she dropped her Louboutin in the grass, careful to keep it off the scratchy gravel, and wrung out the hem of her shirt. Tim had a lot to answer for; not least of which was the fact her Jaguar had been towed away while she’d been inside the country club. It was becoming clear that this had been a well-choreographed plan on his part. He’d thought of everything too. When she’d tried to call for a cab, she found her phone had been cut off. She’d stomped over to a nearby gas station to use the payphone, and found her bank and credit cards had been cancelled as well. He’d taken her love and stomped it beneath his wingtips and now he wanted her pride too.

Well, he couldn’t have it, damn him.

If she had to walk the entire twenty miles to home, she would.

And then she was going to sue that bastard for every red cent he owned.

The traffic snaked by in a never-ending ribbon of color, the noise a match to the static in her head. She thought about doing like she’d seen on television and lift her thumb to catch a ride, but fear held her back. Those were the same shows where the unlucky traveler was never seen again. She didn’t plan on giving her soon-to-be ex that easy of an out.

The rain was falling harder now, coating everything in sight with a silvery glow. If she wasn’t so cold—a combination of nerves and early spring weather—it would be pretty. Okay, maybe that was a stretch. There was nothing remotely pretty about being stranded in the middle of nowheresville thanks to the man you’d promised to love and honor until death did you part. The last of which was looking tempting right now.

If only she knew a hitman.

A throaty engine gearing down set her heart to leap-frogging in her chest—he’d changed his mind and returned her car. She swung around, a relieved smile tipping her scowl upside down, but instead of her beautiful silver Jag, a black-as-sin Mustang idled behind her in the parking lane, its driving lights blinding her with their brightness.

Now her heart pounded for an entirely different reason. She glanced into the ditch, but the forest seemed impossibly far away and the traffic never even hesitated, unaware and uncaring that her life could be in danger.

T.J. shaded her eyes, but she couldn’t see the driver. She clutched her handbag. It wasn’t much, but the soft lambskin purse held the keys to her house and her car—once she got it back—her identification, all the odds and ends a woman deemed necessary, and the proof that her husband was the reason she was in this predicament. She wouldn’t give it up without a fight.

She picked up the only weapon at her disposal, her shoe, and inched backward, dismayed when the car stalked after her. Panic overrode decorum and she turned to run, but the ditch was slippery with the mud and rain and she lost her footing, careening down the steep embankment with a little screech. She landed hard on her butt and sat there for a minute, stunned. How the mighty had fallen. The Hawthorne couple were the envy of Magnolia, South Carolina. Everyone wanted to be them, have the same kind of loving relationship they had. What a joke.

And it was all on her.

A car door opened and a few ominous seconds later, T.J. heard footsteps on the gravel meridian. Even through the rain and early evening light, her white shirt practically glowed a neon here I am signal to anyone looking. And of course, someone was. She hunched over, doing her best to become one with the mud, and prayed like she’d never prayed before. Not hard, since she’d never followed any religious beliefs, but she promised anyone who was listening that she’d change. Just don’t let her die.

“Tammy-Jo Hawthorne?” scary stranger dude called down the hill, his voice filled with amused aggravation.

What did he have to be aggravated about? She was the one sitting in a cold, wet ditch while a stalker… well, stalked her.

“Go away,” she yelled, fed up with men and life in general. She swiped at a clump of ooey-gooey crap clinging to her leg below the silk pencil skirt she’d no doubt have to throw in the trash after this episode. Just one more reason to shoot Tim.

“I was at the club today,” he said, and the sympathy in his voice made her squirm. “I heard about your car, thought you could use a lift.”

She threw back her head and let the rain wash over her face. The humiliations just kept coming. The moment he’d mentioned the club she’d known who her dubious savior was; her evil step-brother.

Jason McIntyre.

Author Bio:
Jacquie Biggar is a USA Today bestselling author of Romantic Suspense who loves to write about tough, alpha males who know what they want, that is until they're gob-smacked by heroines who are strong, contemporary women willing to show them what they really need is love. She is the author of the popular Wounded Hearts series and has just started a new series in paranormal suspense, Mended Souls.

She has been blessed with a long, happy marriage and enjoys writing romance novels that end with happily-ever-afters.

Jacquie lives in paradise along the west coast of Canada with her family and loves reading, writing, and flower gardening. She swears she can't function without coffee, preferably at the beach with her sweetheart.

Free reads, excerpts, author news, and contests can be found on her website. You can follow her on FacebookTwitter or email her via her web site.

Jacquie lives on Vancouver Island with her husband and loves to hear from readers all over the world!  You can join her street team on Facebook, her exclusive Review Crew or sign up for her newsletter.


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