#NewRelease #MM #Thriller #TriggerWarnings – Love Kills: Criminal Delights – Serial Killers by Michael Mandrake

Love Kills - Criminal Delights: Serial Killers

Deranged birds of a feather flock together… leaving trails of blood in their wake.

Holland has fantasies most can’t accept. When potential mates discover Holland’s bloodlust, it’s too late for them to refuse. Determined to get what he wants, Holland continues to seek a man to fulfill his deepest desire and he won’t stop at anything

Archer is inspired and aroused by the tales he’s heard from his boyfriend. Still, he’s greedy for something that pushes him over the edge. Although this might drive him and his partner apart, Archer’s dark want won’t disappear.

Clint’s love for his job has slipped for years, and he’s pondered change. These days he’s cared more about how to please his man, than the rigorous position of solving murder cases. Clint thinks his attitude will eventually get better, thus prompting him to stay aboard. Still, the constant worry of Archer finding someone new niggles at him.

Putting sketchy characters behind bars had always been Clint’s forte, but when new feelings arise, Clint’s conscience is tested. Furthermore, what will happen if Clint is forced to choose between the love of his life, his career, and his morality?

Warning: This dark romance contains themes some readers might find objectionable.

Possible Triggers: Murder, death, edgeplay, angst, gore, blood

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Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Through these, he builds worlds not centered on romance but rather the mainstream and/or obscure plots we might encounter in everyday life and beyond. To find out more please visit https://michaelmandrake.wordpress.com/

 

#WOTRAttendingAuthor #Standalone The Thorns on His Rose- Marie Piper



A spicy Christmas novella.

Ohio. December, 1860.

Sheriff Charlie Calcut can count on two things every Christmas: his Mother feeding him until his pants don’t fit, and endless teasing about his bachelorhood. Not this year. To appease his mother, he wrote letters home crafting a fake fiancee. But now he’s expected to bring a real live woman home for Christmas, and the only one he can trust with this crazy plan is pants-wearing, hard-living Rose Hawthorne, better known as Thorny Rose.

There’s a war coming, and Rose means to be long gone on the way to Oregon before it reaches Ohio. So she can’t resist Charlie’s offer to help her on her way, and to have one last holiday full of home cooking and a loving family–even if it’s not her own.

Christmas festivities and cold nights pull them together with a passion neither expected, but is that enough to build a life upon? And when the whole world is going dark, can love be the light?

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Thorns-His-Rose-Marie-Piper-ebook/dp/B0771PKL1T/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=The+thorns+on+his+rose&qid=1556754699&s=gateway&sr=8-2

Very cute love story of Charlie and Rose who have known each other forever. Roses a tomboy you like to be alone and then not want anybody not even a man telling her what to do. Charlie was a local sheriff who needed someone to pretend to be his wife to go home for Christmas. Well lucky for Rose she got to be that girl, and not only did she agree to it but she got more than she ever thought she could bargained for.

Review by Twinsie Dee

MARIE PIPER is a graduate of Michigan State University, a former actor/director, and a lover of stories.

The full-length steamy Western trilogy, FIRES OF CRICKET BEND, and the gothic dime store serial, MAIDENS & MONSTERS, are available now. Marie’s short pieces are featured in a variety of anthologies. Marie lives in Chicago, where she goes on lots on adventures with her zany family, reads everything she can get her hands on, loves visiting all the museums Chicago has to offer.

#NewRelease – Squall Line (The Inland Seas Series #1) by Gwyn McNamee

WAR
Out on the water, I’m in control.
I don’t make mistakes.
But the fiery redhead destroyed my plans and left me no choice.
I had to take her.
Now I’m fighting for my life while battling my growing attraction for my hostage.
Grace may have started my downfall, but she could also be my salvation.

GRACE
The moment he stepped foot on my boat, I knew he was trouble.
He took me, and now, my life is in his hands.
But things aren’t what they seem, and Warwick isn’t who he appears.
The man who holds me hostage is slowly working his way into my heart even as greater dangers loom on the horizon.

War and Grace.
Dark and light.
Love and hate.
This storm may destroy them both…

***Coming soon!


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Gwyn McNamee is an attorney, writer, wife, and mother (to one human baby and two fur babies). Originally from the Midwest, Gwyn relocated to her husband’s home town of Las Vegas in 2015 and is enjoying her respite from the cold and snow. Gwyn has been writing down her crazy stories and ideas for years and finally decided to share them with the world. She loves to write stories with a bit of suspense and action mingled with romance and heat.

When she isn’t either writing or voraciously devouring any books she can get her hands on, Gwyn is busy adding to her tattoo collection, golfing, and stirring up trouble with her perfect mix of sweetness and sarcasm (usually while wearing heels).

Gwyn is the author of The Hawke Family series, The Slip Series, The Supernatural Love Stories in the Absurd (written as her alter-ego, DP Payne), and several stand-alone novels.

#IAE19 #AuthorSpotlights – Sandra Sookoo

Sandra Sookoo
Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.

My name is Sandra Sookoo, and I’ve written 80+ books in romance and romantic suspense. I’m also the author of the popular Thieves of the Ton series as well as the Lords of the Night series. Here’s my bio: Sandra Sookoo is a USA Today bestselling author who firmly believes every person deserves acceptance and a happy ending. Most days you can find her creating scandal and mischief in the Regency-era, serendipity and happenstance in Victorian America or snarky, sweet humor in the contemporary world. Most recently she’s moved into infusing her books with mystery and intrigue. Reading is a lot like eating fine chocolates—you can’t just have one. Good thing books don’t have calories!

When she’s not wearing out computer keyboards, Sandra spends time with her real life Prince Charming in central Indiana where she’s been known to goof off and make moments count because the key to life is laughter. A Disney fan since the age of ten, when her soul gets bogged down and her imagination flags, a trip to Walt Disney World is in order. Nothing fuels her dreams more than the land of eternal happy endings, hope and love stories.

Where is your favorite place to write and what food must be present?

My favorite place to write is my office. It’s full of Disney stuff, Doctor Who stuff and posters of my favorite book covers, as well as books. I’m more productive in there than anywhere else. As for food? I really don’t eat while writing, which is the great thing about writing–your hands are busy so you can’t stuff your face LOL I do, however, pause for lunch.

What are you favorite things about attending signings?

Meeting old readers and making new ones.

What author would you love to meet (Who is your unicorn author)?

That’s like picking a favorite book LOL

What author would you love to write with?

I’m not really an author who writes in tandem with anyone else. Although, I did it for a time when I wrote erotic Regency. It was fun. Would I do a project with a fellow author again? Maybe, if the project was right and I got along well with the author 🙂

What is your favorite memory so far as an author?

]Hitting the USA Today bestseller list in 2017. Challenging myself as a writer with different series that stretch and strengthen my skills. Working with my husband on cover art (he’s the artist behind many of my covers)

What are your social links?

Website: http://www.sandrasookoo.com

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#WOTR 19 – I Ain’t Your Mama! Attending Authors Chelsea Camaron and EM Shue

These women always end up on top! I Ain’t Your Mama! Collaboration is available now! 1Click NOW! — > http://bit.ly/2V43uGg

Dear Reader!

I ain’t your mama is a collaboration comprised of 10 authors who have come together to bring you brand, spanking new stories where strong, leading ladies show exactly how great they can do it! Women are incredible beings, filled with beauty and grace, and these heroines will have you cheering them on as they go after their own slice of happy! Each book is a standalone and can be enjoyed while sipping an ice-cold drink, spiked or not that’s up to you! So, one-click, pull up a comfy chair, and dive into these fun reads where women end up on top!

PARTICIPATING AUTHORS:

She is… by Chelsea Camaron

Tougher Embrace by E.M. Shue

Blue Rogue by Kiera Jayne

A Girl Worth Fighting For by KL Donn

Manhattan by Kristen Hope Mazzola

Mamacita Needs a Margarita by Mayra Statham

More Than Enough by ML Rodriguez

Belladonna’s Heart by Teresa Crumpton

Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool by Winter Travers

#NewRelease #Historical – Heart’s Desire (Lords of Chance #2) by Wendy LaCapra

Heart's Desire (Lords of Chance, #2)

Lady Clarissa has decided to live life on her terms. After the end of a ten-year betrothal, she wants nothing to do with marriage or the men of the ton. Least of all her friend’s brother, the very charming Lord Markham, or Hearts, as many ladies call the oh-so-handsome earl.

Markham pursues relationships with no ties that bind. Acting the rake leaves everyone satisfied…until he overhears a wager that could lead to Clarissa’s ruin. He can’t help but step in and claim she’s his intended bride.

Clarissa is appalled. She did not need to be saved. Reluctantly, she agrees to the fake courtship, if only to experience what the rakish Markham can offer. But when lust becomes love, Clarissa must make up her own terms and bet it all on Hearts.


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Wendy writes Historical Romance with a touch of intrigue & suspense. Her debut series, a trilogy about three Ladies who refuse to play by society’s rules, was released by Entangled Scandalous in 2015. Her first indie, Her Duke at Daybreak, finaled in Romance Writers of America®’s RITA® contest.

Wendy was born a Jersey Girl, though most of her extended family lives in Maine. Trekking up and down the Northeast coast in the backseat of a car gave her plenty of opportunity not only to fight with her sister, but to read, to listen to her dad tell stories from history, and to dream up stories of her own.

She lives in NYC with her husband. Things she loves besides writing and reading and being an aunt to seven nieces and nephews include travel (50 states and all 7 continents), old things, pine trees, wine and pasta.

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#CoverReveal Unchaining You by Vic Tyler

If he hates me for what happened 8 years ago, just imagine how he feels now…

Do I feel bad for accidentally hooking up with the one who broke my heart?

… No.

Should I feel bad for extorting him for a job that I need?

… Probably.

But like I said, I need the job.

Life’s kind to some people.

Exhibit A: Devon Leo

Hot, brooding loner in high school → hot, brooding billionaire tech tycoon who’s an international mans!ut.

Exhibit Me: Skylar Kay

Your everyday average nobody → college dropout, moonlighting stripper nobody who’s drowning in debt.

The least he can do for breaking my heart is give me a job.

Yeah, the one I blackmailed him for.

I just didn’t think the job was for a position under him.

I’ll have to be careful not to get under him. Again.

Because this time, his reputation isn’t just on the line.

My heart is.

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Chapter 1

Skylar

A slow, synth beat starts to thump, muted, from the speakers all around the dim room. I was hoping for something a little more upbeat since I’m running on three hours of sleep, and the velvety couches lining the walls of the VIP Room are starting to look like plush black clouds at this point of the night. If I strain my ears, I can hear the enthused and muffled whomp-whomp-whomp in the main room where everyone’s hunting — for money or attention.

The VIP Room is just quiet enough for the patrons sparsely spread throughout the area to converse with the dancers whose time they’re procuring hourly. Of course, some of them aren’t really looking for conversation.

Like Bill.

The pudgy, leering man sitting in front of me looks up hungrily as I lean forward to fill his vision with my heavy breasts. Even though they’re taped down securely, I’m still paranoid that the thin, elastic straps of my black, lacy bikini are going to snap, leaving me with no more than black, lacy pasties with sad, dangly tentacles.

I say ‘bikini,’ but it’s the kind you’d never wear in public unless you want to scandalize parents at the public pool and become a budding teenage boy’s first wet dream. The kind that would never survive a cannonball, and the one that makes your nightmare of seeing your bikini pieces floating up right next to you come true. More like a skinny dip-kini.

“Destiny.”

Bill holds out a few Andrew Jacksons, and I push my hip toward him so he can slip it into the side string of my thong. He takes his time, his dry fingers grazing roughly against my skin, taking advantage of the one opportunity during our time together that I let him touch me. After all, he’s more generous with his tips when I let him brush a feel or two during our hour.

Lowering my voice to a sultry hum, I purr, “Stay for a little longer, Bill.”

He chuckles in that not smooth way — the sound gutturally choked by his bubbling lust.

“Can’t tonight, baby.” He lowers his voice, trying to sound seductive. “Unless you want to come home with me.”

He arches his brow with a cheesy smile as his fingers touch his wallet.

It makes me feel dirty. Very, very dirty. And not in the sexy way.

For eight hours a night, a few nights a week, my sensitive bitties of skin are slapped on with cash like I’m a papier-mache project. I’m basically rolling around in money, and if you mix in a little paste, you can make a cash cast out of me. But let me tell you, the whole ‘rolling in dough’ thing is an idea that’s only appealing to be entertained theoretically.

I mean, money’s pretty gross if you think about it. You never know where it’s been. Stuffed in wallets, forgotten in pockets, hidden in shoes or bras, dropped in gasoline-laden puddles on the street, handled by greasy, pizza-oiled hands, rolled to snort coke, slid into a stripper’s asscrack.

The first time I went home with a huge stack of tips, I did it. I spread out a bed of green and laid down on it. It’s really not that exciting. But go ahead and try. And if you’re more like me than you are Ebenezer Scrooge, you’ll find out that carpeting your floor with money doesn’t make it any softer.

It’s still cold, hard cash. In a cold, hard world.

I fight the urge to scrunch my nose, instead lowering them to watch my manicured fingers walk up his white dress shirt, his suit jacket lying forgotten next to him to minimize the layers between us. “You know I can’t go home with customers.”

Can’t, won’t, don’t want to. What’s the difference? In the end, it’s not going to happen.

Some of my clients are sweethearts. Just lonely ones. But some men, like Bill, wave around their money using the carrot-and-stick approach. The cash being the carrot, and the stick being… well, their stick. When I say I don’t provide those services, they don’t back down.

They raise their offer.

Bill’s eyes travel over me as he continues fingering his bulge. The wallet, of course. It’s not the only thing bulging in his pants, but at least he knows which of the two I’m interested in, period.

The lines in his shoulders relax as he gives up for the night and leans back against the couch. His doughy cheeks pull back into a smile.

“Shame,” he drawls pointedly, hinting at how much I’m missing out.

Considering that chipmunk sized tent he’s pitching, I’m pretty confident I’m not missing out on much.

But I hood my eyes seductively and pout a little bit. “You can always stick around for a little longer. You know how much I love spending time with you.”

Ten months ago, I would’ve never imagined I could make a man empty his wallet just by changing where and how I look at him.

I still remember my first day at Starlette when Sage, the strip club’s house mom, pulled me back from making my awkward rounds waddling around the floor. It was my first wearing six-inch fuck-me heels when I’ve only ever worn two-inch-high Mary Janes for church.

She pursed her lips and said, “Honey, if these men wanted to look at a woman who looks as miserable as you do out there, they’d go home to their wives.”

She made a science out of flirtation and laughed when I whipped out my trusty pen and paper. Gave me a big “mhm, you do that” when I said I’d go research all about ‘the art of seduction.’

Even now, Sage likes to joke that her greatest accomplishment to date is turning “Sunday School Skye” turn into “Devilishly Dazzling Destiny.”

Flashing a toothy, hopeful smile, Bill changes tactic. “Then how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

I’m obviously not going to get him to stay another hour tonight. Lowering my voice huskily, I brush back his hair with the lightest of touches. “Dating is against the rules. But you’ll be the first to know if that ever changes.”

My own rules. Nothing against the other dancers who do date their customers. Believe me, I heard some of the cute love stories shared in the back, and even I’ve dreamed about a sexy, respectful millionaire who can’t resist me after a crotch grind, a motorboat, or an hour of very fulfilling conversation in the half-nude who wants to get to know the real me. And then I remember my clientele includes… well… Bill and his ilk.

No offense. Bill behaves (most of the time), and some of my regulars are nice. But even if I were interested in any of them (which, spoiler alert, I’m not), my stomach doesn’t get all fluttery with butterflies when they’re talking about their wives and kids. A club isn’t exactly ideal breeding grounds for a relationship… or breeding.

That doesn’t mean I don’t pretend I want them. I do. I pretend hard.

Winking at Bill, I peel myself off the couch and straighten as I turn around, looking at him cutely over my shoulder. “Besides, I wouldn’t be able to handle a heartbreaker like you.”

He chuckles low in the back of his throat. “Baby, I’d never break your heart.”

I feel a little bitter on behalf of his wife. She’s probably sitting home right now on a Wednesday night, helping their six-year-old son with his alphabets or maths or coloring homework, while he’s here, dishing out his paycheck for a few boob shimmies and butt rolls.

But I shouldn’t complain. After all, Bill is a platinum donor to the Skylar Kay Survival Foundation.

“You break my heart every time you leave.” I wink before walking away, swaying my hips and letting my ass shake.

A couple of wandering eyes flit over to me as I sashay through the room. This is about as private as it gets for those who don’t have enough dough to cough up for some actual one-on-one time in one of the Champagne Rooms.

Nothing sketchy happens back there, of course. At least, it’s not supposed to. But it’s not unusual for a dancer to take off her bikini top for the several extra hundreds she’s getting for the same hour-long session.

I’ve never, and I won’t ever. Not because I think I’m better than any of the other women (God knows I’m in just as much of a shithole, if not in a worse one, as some of them). But I’m just not that comfortable with exposing my nips to strangers who don’t even know my real name. Only my ex-boyfriend has ever seen my bare nipples, and that’s not going to change for any amount of money.

I envy the girls who dance here because they love flaunting their gorgeous bodies and basking in the spotlight. But I’m not one of them.

I love dancing — heck, I wanted to be a professional dancer — but I’d rather dance with clothes on and not on a stage with a pole on it. I’m a statistical cliche working here out of desperation.

“You can always come home with me,” Bill says optimistically, trying one last time as we head toward the exit. “You know I’ll take real good care of you.”

It does make me wonder whether men’s bedroom skills improve if they pay for sex. Do they try to make the most of their money? Or is it an easy done deal since the sex is an expectation?

I’d assume the latter.

Is it terrible that I assume they’re mediocre at sex? Maybe even bad at it? Horrible? The lose-faith-in-mankind’s-manhood kind of sex?

Either way, I wouldn’t know. I’ve only been around one and a half naked guys. The second one was a Tinder date that finished with a handjob that lasted twenty seconds. We took a longer time taking our pants off. Not our clothes. Just our pants. Like I said, he didn’t even see my nipples.

Tinder Dude definitely made me lose faith in Tinder, and I haven’t even tried hooking up with anyone since. Why bother if I’m just a heated, fleshy replacement for some Kleenex?

At the door, the bouncer stands menacingly with his thick, meaty arms crossed, glaring at the pasty, Pillsbury Doughboy-esque businessman.

Bill knows the drill. He pulls his wallet out so fast, I would’ve missed it if I blinked.

I brush my fingers along his elbow as I press my boobs against his arm, drawing his attention to my cleavage.

“Come see me again, Bill,” I coo. “You know I’m here from Wednesday to Saturday, eight to four.”

Maybe I should become a camgirl instead. I got the script down pat.

Thanks for watching my strip show! Don’t forget to click on that Subscribe button to watch me fiddle my channel!

Bill doesn’t bother hiding his disappointment when I pull away, but the tease is what keeps him coming back every week.

“Destiny,” he murmurs, his eyes still glued to my tits. He raises them to wink at me. “You’ll warm up to me one day.”

Internally, I cringe. I really, really doubt it.

But winking with a perfectly practiced, sugary sweet smile, I croon, “See you next week, Bill.”

About Vic Tyler:

Vic Tyler is a new author of contemporary romance novels.
She has a tinkering sense of wanderlust and loves to travel to new places, explore new cultures, and most importantly, eat delicious new food (yummm). Her dreams include finally having nice handwriting, owning a collection of onesies, and making a croquembouche.

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#WOTR19 #NewRelease #Review – Sands of Time by H. D’Agostino

Kaitlyn Hughes always wanted to run her own bakery. After attending culinary school in Paris, she began working under one of the best chefs in the business and fell in love. Life was perfect, or so she thought.
When her parents ask her to come home for the holidays, she decides to take a much-deserved vacation with support and encouragement of her boss.
Five years away does something to you. It messes with your memory and makes you believe that you don’t miss the things that you do. You don’t realize it until it’s too late.
When Kaitlyn unexpectedly runs into Eli Baker, the one she left behind, all bets are off. Promises are forgotten. What ifs roar to life, and what seemed like a dream soon becomes a nightmare.
Does absence really make the heart grow fonder? How much are you willing to give up for true love?

***Home for the Holidays is included in this book. This is the continuation of Eli and Kaitlyn’s story.***

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I received this book from the author for an honest review.

Oh Eli!!  I have waited and waited for your book.  I loved getting to see the man whore FINALLY getting his girl.  Home for the Holidays was just a tease novella for me.

Kait and Eli have been through so much in the novella and now, the when the story picks up in this book, it just gets even harder for their HEA.  So many issues they have to deal with and overcome.

Kait and Eli need to rediscover who they once were and who they are now plus deal with the issues of her leaving and marrying another man.  Eli needs to tell Kait the truth about the man he was when she wasn’t around because those actions cause issue for them in the novel.

Eli makes huge grand gestures to prove to Kait he is the one for her and she is the one for him They both need to see the other for who the are and what they need to do to finally secure their happy life.

The epilogue made my heart happy. We get some loose ends tied up and more of the HEA is told.  It was a really sweet 2nd or even 3rd chance love story between soul mates.

 

Heather D’Agostino is an avid reader turned Bestselling Author of the Contemporary Romance Series The Broken Series, The Shattered Series, The Second Chances Series, The Cook Brothers Series, and Romantic Suspense series The Witness Series.

She attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte where she received a Bachelor’s of Arts in Elementary Education with a minor in Mathematics.

She currently lives in Central New York with her husband, two children, two dogs, and three cats. When she’s not writing she can usually be found at the dance studio, soccer field, or one of the many other places that she plays ‘Supermom’.

 

#WOTR19 #ThrowbackReview #SeriesStarter #FreeKU #99P – Shattered, Shattered Book #1 by H. D’Agostino

Shattered by Heather D'Agostino

Ever wonder what it’s like to have it all? Leah Carmichael didn’t. She had the world at her fingertips in the form of a dream. Everything thing she could ever want was in her grasp.

At what cost are you willing to have this life? Would you give up the life you have to pursue it? Your family? Friends? What about the one who holds your heart?

What if something comes along and takes it all away? Would you survive the devastation? What happens when you realize you gave up everything you had to have it all taken away in a moment? Will it leave you broken? Or will it shatter you?

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I received this complementary copy from the author .

WOW!! and UGH!! The anxiety I felt over this couple was pretty thick and intense. Leah and Nick were childhood sweethearts. Nick gave up alot of option in his life to stay and be with Leah in hopes of them being together forever. Leah on the other hand, ran the first chance she had to train for the US Olympic team. Do you blame her? NO but she didnt think to talk to Nick before making the choices. She presumed her would just follow her…guess what? He didn’t.

Fast Forward 5 years and Leah’s life is a mess. She isn’t an Olympic athlete anymore, her mom is sick and she is back home….afraid of seeing HIM!! Well lemme tell ya when they see each other the chemistry was THICK and sizzling. I was glad Nick and Leah didn’t fight the attraction very long but sad that Leah kept pushing the amazing man away when she needed to lean on him during some tragedy….Sigh…have I mentioned Nick IS the perfect ALPHA MALE!!??

So all is going well when Nick gets the chance to move and make something big for THEM but all Leah sees is he is leaving her. I have to admit I loved her best friend Avery calling her out abouthow bad it sucks to be left behind…Karma right? Well Leah is ready to work on it with Nick and she ………………………………………oh snap you think I am gonna tell??? Heck no!! You gotta read this lettle gem yourself!! Trust me you will be a mess after.

Heather D’Agostino is an avid reader turned Bestselling Author of the Contemporary Romance Series The Broken Series, The Shattered Series, The Second Chances Series, The Cook Brothers Series, and Romantic Suspense series The Witness Series.

She attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte where she received a Bachelor’s of Arts in Elementary Education with a minor in Mathematics.

She currently lives in Central New York with her husband, two children, two dogs, and three cats. When she’s not writing she can usually be found at the dance studio, soccer field, or one of the many other places that she plays ‘Supermom’.

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#IAE19 #AuthorSpotlights – Kenzie Michales

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Tell us your name and then a bit about yourself.

I’m Kenzie Michaels, author of ten steamy novels and karaoke addict:) I’m also a full-time wife, mom, and grandma, and am about to acquire a daughter-in-law next year, courtesy of my oldest son popping the Big Question Feb 15th. We live in the southwest corner of Indiana, and I’m also in the process of clearing out the house next door to us and turning it into my private library/office.

Where is your favorite place to write and what food must be present?

Right now, my favorite place is at my desk, and the muse likes Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies. When those aren’t available, the Mint Oreos are a good substitute!

What are you favorite things about attending signings?

Definitely meeting readers! I also like to network with other authors, to swap promotional ideas and learn of new signing opportunities. Face it; we’re all here to help each other.

What author would you love to meet (Who is your unicorn author)?

I’d love to meet Danielle Steele, Nora Roberts, and Lavryl Spencer. I read these ladies when in my twenties, and still have their books. I’d also love to meet Judy Blume, whom I read as a teenager, which inspired me to write about social issues.

What is your favorite memory so far as an author?

Hands down, my favorite memory is when I ventured out to promote my 1st book. I’d set up at a local craft fair, and a woman bought one. I saw her the next day, and she told me she’d begun reading it, and could hardly wait to get back to it. Day #3, she made a beeline for my table, slapped her hands down, and exclaimed, “I loved it! Stayed up too late to finish it, but I couldn’t put it down. When’s your next one coming out?” I stammered, “Ummm….when I get a publisher?” Then gave her a one-page ‘sneak peek’ of #2. I’ve never been back to that venue since publishing the others, so I have no idea if she even knows about the others.

What are your social links?

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Kenzie-Michaels-248105468603737/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KenzieMichaels

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kmichaels/?hl=en

What are your buy links?

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Kenzie-Michaels/e/B004TYM7FE/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1550935899&sr=1-2

 

 

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