Selling Christmas is a sweet romance that will put you in the mood for mistletoe, hot cocoa, and snowflakes. Selling Christmas Three bed, two bath, room for Santa… Helping people find their dream house has always come natural to Caroline. She’s able to set the stage perfectly so her clients can imagine spending the holidays in their new home, even though she doesn’t decorate her own. When her boss assigns her to oversee the company’s first Christmas Tour of Homes, Caroline thinks she may be in over her head. Luke has always made sure his daughter, Ella, had all that she needed for Christmas, including a home bursting at the seams with tinsel and holly. Even if it meant working extra shifts patrolling the town. So when a house of their own is at the top of Ella’s Christmas list, he can’t help but set out to find one. As Christmas fate brings Caroline and Luke together, they just might be exactly what the other needs to make it through the holidays. Until Luke unknowingly stumbles across Caroline’s past. A past that keeps Caroline from looking to a future with Luke. Can Caroline and Luke find their way to happily ever after? Or is the only thing keeping them from finding it, each other Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Book Depository Apple | Kobo | Google "I absolutely LOVED this book! A sweet romance, an adorable little girl, Christmas on every page, and sentimental feelings throughout, this is a perfect book to jump start your Christmas season." — Goodreads review Enjoy an Excerpt from Selling Christmas From Chapter One Caroline The gravel crunched under the tires as Caroline’s car made its way up the long drive. As she reached the crest of the tree-topped hill, the driveway made a sharp turn to the right, then opened up to a small grassy field with an old but clean wooden house sitting squarely in the center of it. She pulled her car up to the side of the house and turned off the ignition. As she opened the door and swept her scarf around her neck, the cold air reddened her cheeks. She shivered. The small porch that led to the front door was bare but for a pile of firewood. Caroline shook her head. Curb appeal was always important when trying to sell a home, even if the curb was a mile from the front door. First impressions count, and this curb was lacking appeal. She turned the key in the lock, and as she pushed the door open, she was hit with a gush of warm air filled with the scents of gingerbread and pine cones. She smiled. This was more like it. She made her way through the house, smoothing the bedspreads and tidying pillows on chairs. As she straightened the table setting, there was a quiet knock at the front door. She ran her hands down her sides and put her friendliest smile on, then headed for the door. “Come in, Dave and Sandra,” she said as she swung open the door. Her clients entered. “Let me take your coats.” She hung them on the hooks just inside the foyer, hoping it would help them envision living there. “Caroline.” Sandra’s hands flew to her mouth. “It’s adorable.” “Wait until you see the kitchen,” she added, then held her hand out to the side, encouraging them to explore. Caroline followed them through the kitchen, emphasizing the retro appliances, and out the back door to a large patio overlooking an expansive yard with a peaceful brook running along the side. When they re-entered the house and passed through the living room, Sandra cuddled her growing belly in her hands and stopped, staring at the quaint space. “The piano would fit perfectly right there.” She pointed to the wall on the right. “A Christmas tree would be really lovely over there.” Caroline pointed to a corner between the fireplace and a wall with a large, picturesque window. Dave stepped in closer to Sandra and put an arm around her. “I can see us singing carols on Christmas Eve.” She leaned in and whispered something back to Dave. “I’m going to give you a few minutes to finish looking around and talk privately.” Caroline headed to the kitchen. She took a gingerbread cookie from the table and was about to take a bite when she realized it was in the shape of an elf. She giggled, then bit off his head. She passed the time staring out the window, appreciating the lush evergreen trees and watching the robins flit from one tree to another. “Caroline.” Dave stepped into the kitchen. “We’d like to put a bid on the house. It’s exactly what we’re looking for.” She smiled. “Of course. I have the paperwork in my bag.” As Dave and Sandra signed the house bid, Caroline glanced at her watch. It would only take her fifteen minutes to wind her way back down the drive, up the highway, and into town where she would meet Lauren for dinner. She waved goodbye as they drove off, then she locked up the house, heading on her way. Copyright © Angelina Goode. Shared with permission for blog tour. "Grab Selling Christmas, pour yourself a cup of hot cocoa, curl up with a blanket in front of a fire and enjoy this feel good love story." — Goodreads review The Author Angelina Goode began writing as a teenager. Though her first works were poems about love-struck teenagers, she grew her craft while earning her degree in Journalism and Creative Writing. A former grade school teacher that loved teaching children to write, she enjoys finding creative ways to present everyday events. Now she primarily writes light-hearted contemporary women's fiction. Angelina loves to travel and weave places she’s visited into her novels. She lives in Los Angeles where she enjoys people-watching and year-round sun. Learn more at angelinagoode.com Connect on Facebook | Twitter Genre: Contemporary Romance/Christmas Romance Type: Novel Release Date: October 5, 2020 Content Note: 2 Hearts View our rating system Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

"A stunning and highly emotional read that will grab you from the start and not let go." — Passages to the Past Where Butterflies Go Meira Sokolow had the misfortune of being born to Jewish parents in Warsaw, Poland, in 1912. Before she took her first breath, her fate had been sealed. Residing in the Jewish Quarter of the city, Meira's early life was typical. She fell in love with a local boy, got married, and had a daughter. Then the German army marched into Warsaw and everything changed. Forced into the ghetto with her family, she found survival to be a daily struggle. Hunger, disease, and unimaginable cruelty were her stark realities. When the ghetto was purged and she was sent to a concentration camp, Meira still had her family, and that was all that mattered. Then the camp was liquidated, and only a handful of survivors remained out of thousands. Meira Sokolow was one of them. No longer a wife or mother, Meira emigrated to New York City. After World War II, the world wanted to move on and start a new chapter, but Meira couldn't turn the page so easily. She walked through her days alone, like a ghost with nothing to tether her to the earth. Then she met Max, a handsome American, who first mistook her for one of the boring socialites he encountered every day. He soon learned she was unlike anyone he had met before, seeing her strength and resilience, even when she couldn't. Max knew he could breathe life into her again, if only she would let him. Tragic and heartfelt, Where Butterflies Go is based on the harrowing true story of one woman’s survival during the Nazi occupation of Poland, and her struggle to find meaning in the aftermath. Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Book Depository IndieBound | Apple | Kobo | Google In the author's words . . . Interview with Debra Doxer Books & Benches: Everything we're hearing about this book tells us it is a must read, and one that will cause our hearts to pound and eyes to tear up, but let's hear a little more from the author . . . What makes Where the Butterflies Go special or unique to you? Can you give us a little story behind the story? I’ve always known my extended family was smaller than most. I didn’t have any aunts and uncles and cousins spread out all over the place like most of my friends seemed to have. When I was older, I learned that my father’s side of the family was almost wiped out in the Holocaust. I knew the Holocaust was a terrible thing, but it seemed so removed from my world. It stayed that way until my great aunt came to visit when I was in junior high, and she showed us a scar she had on her arm. She also had a story about how she got that scar. It was when she was in a concentration camp during World War II. As she proceeded to elaborate, tears sprang to my eyes. After that, the Holocaust was no longer a nebulous thing to me. It was real and stark and terrible. Her story stayed with me, and as I grew older and heard about groups of Holocaust deniers or others who believed the death toll was exaggerated, I knew it was important for my great aunt’s story and stories like hers to be told. Which scene or chapter in the book is your favorite? I like one of the lighter scenes when Meira meets Max in New York City for the first time. It shows her spunk and her humor. I really enjoy writing scenes with romantic chemistry and underlying tension. Which scene was most difficult to write? All of the ghetto and concentration camp scenes were difficult to write, especially the very last scene that Tovah is in. That one was excruciating at times. To make it even harder on myself, I probably rewrote it six or seven times, trying to get it just right. What else have you written that our readers can learn more about? I’m probably most known for a YA paranormal romance trilogy called Remedy. The first book is Keep You from Harm , and it’s the story of a girl with the power to heal people. That series was the most fun I’ve ever had writing. Everything I ever wanted to be and every quality I wish I possessed was put into the main character. Her love interest is the typical arrogant bad boy with a heart of gold. The whole story is a high school fantasy come true. To this day, I love revisiting that series. If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it have been and why? I should probably say Jane Austen for Pride & Prejudice or Charles Dickens for A Tale of Two Cities , but instead I’m going to say Scott Smith for A Simple Plan . I’ve probably read A Simple Plan five times now. The plotting is absolutely perfect with not a single hole in sight. It’s fascinating how the story unfolds as you’re silently screaming at the characters not to do the thing you know will unravel everything. Every time I read it, I’m in awe of the effortlessness narration. In my opinion, if you like suspense novels, it’s about as perfect a story as anyone could write. I just love it! "I do not have enough words for how amazing and touching this book is. In the running for best book of 2020."— Erin, Where fiction meets reality The Author Debra Doxer was born in Boston, and other than a few lost years in the California sunshine, she has always resided in the Boston area. She writes fiction, technical software documents, illegible scribbles on sticky notes, and texts that get mangled by AutoCorrect. She writes for a living, and she writes for fun. When not writing, she’s walking her Havanese puppy and forcing her daughter to listen to new wave 80s music. FACEBOOK | TWITTER | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS | NEWSLETTER Genre: Historical Fiction Type: Novel Release Date: October 7, 2020 Content Note: PG View our rating system During the blog tour, the author is giving away three $25 Amazon Gift Cards! To enter, please use the Gleam form below. Open to US only. By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old. Void where prohibited by law. This giveaway ends November 13, 2020. This giveaway is sponsored by the author and hosted by Historical Fiction Virtual Book Tours. Good luck everyone! "Meira's story has shook me to the very core of my being. I was utterly spellbound from start to finish." — Laura, Tangents and Tissues Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

" The Waltz of Devil's Creek is a poignant and memorable tale that outshines the standard conventions of its genre." — The Booklife Prize The Waltz of Devil's Creek Judith Campbell is dying, and she cannot take the painful truth about where her son came from to the grave with her. While on her deathbed in Atlanta, Georgia in 1994, Judith tells him the tragic story of his conception, and which of two men his birth father could be: the young man who professed his love to her, or the pastor who assaulted her. Set in the Deep South in 1947, The Waltz of Devil's Creek digs into the dark crevices of racism and women's rights during a heated political climate in an era of segregation. Combined with Judith's lack of social stature, and at a time when reporting sexual assault was unheard of, every injustice is stacked against her from the very beginning. But there is a light in Judith's young life: her best friend, Joseph Bird, who has loved her since childhood. Joseph stands up for Judith when no one else will and proves that even in the darkest of times, a light is always burning. Goodreads | Amazon "The end... Was just something I didn't expect at all, and it broke my heart again. Thank you Justine Carver for such an amazing story. It was worth the wait." — Goodreads review Read an Excerpt from The Waltz of Devil's Creek “But Mrs. Bird,” I said, looking over at her, “God don’t want people like Pastor Allman.” She just looked at me for a moment, and then a smile slowly lit up her eyes again. “YOU COME ON OUT HERE BIRD!” The voice snapped Mrs. Bird and me from our moment, our heads simultaneously jerking toward the living room. When we heard Joseph’s feet stomping against the floor as he ran down the hallway, Mrs. Bird and I dropped the dishtowel and the plate and hurried out of the kitchen. “YOU GET YER DUMB A** OUT HERE!” a second voice shouted, “OR WE’RE COMIN’ IN TO GET YOU!” “That’s the Woodson brothers,” I told Joseph’s momma. “Don’t you go out there,” she warned him as he thrust his big feet into his shoes. “I mean it, Joseph, don’t you go out that door!” He flung the front door open anyway, and before he could step outside, the Woodson brothers jumped on him in the doorway. “Joseph!” I screamed. “Get out of my house!” his momma shrieked. The whole house shook as the three fought; a small table underneath the window beside the door fell over, shattering the flower vase atop it; fists swung and legs kicked, and cuss words flew. “You little piece of s***, you burned up my truck!” said the blonde-haired brother. “I’m gonna kick your n*** right up yer throat!” said the brown-haired one. “What tha h*** were you thinkin’ boy?!” Thwap! When his fist pulled back, his knuckles glistened with Joseph’s blood. “Let go of him! Let go! Let gooo!” I dug all ten of my fingernails into the blonde’s arm, trying to stop him from pulling Joseph out of the house. His momma was on the other side, screaming as she worked, unsuccessfully, to beat them off with a broom. The blonde shoved me away, and I fell onto my butt on the porch as they dragged Joseph down the steps and into the front yard. “Don’t you touch my son!” Mrs. Bird roared, and the broom came down hard on the brown-haired one’s back. He whirled around, seemingly unfazed by the blow, and yanked the broom from her hands and tossed it. They nearly beat Joseph unconscious. Mrs. Bird ran next door and called Sheriff Woodson, but he never showed; he’d stayed out of all the incidents between Joseph and his sons. But Joseph wouldn’t have had it any other way. Excerpt Copyright © Justine Carver. Shared with permission for the blog tour. The Author Justine Carver was born and raised in the Southern United States on a heavy dose of creek-wading, lightning-bug-catching, and Saturday morning cartoons. She is a full-time writer, all-the-time reader, and every now and then, she pulls her head out of the clouds long enough to remember how much better it is up there. Learn more at justinecarver.com Connect on Instagram Genre: Historical Fiction Type: Novel Release Date: October 20, 2020 Content Note: PG-13; may be sensitive to some readers View our rating system Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

"Totally loved this! The characters were amazing and drew me right in. This one cut deep on the emotional scale. Highly recommend this book." — NetGalley review, 5 stars Last Girls Alive Her pale skin looks like porcelain in the early morning light. Her fragile arms bent and crooked like a broken doll. Half-buried in the muddy earth and surrounded by puddles of water lies the naked body of a beautiful young girl... When Detective Katie Scott is called to the discovery of a young girl buried on the grounds of a former children’s home in Pine Valley, California, she’s hopeful it’s the end to a devastating cold case she’s been working on. No one has seen Candace Harlan since she ran away from Elm Hill Manor five years ago. Her death will be a tragedy, but it will also bring peace to those who miss her most. But the girl in the ground is not Candace. The victim is almost identical to Candace in every way, but fear grips Katie as she takes in the black ink that decorates the girl’s back – a terrifying message tattooed on her skin after she drew her last breath. Forcing down traumatic memories of losing her own parents, Katie is certain someone mistook this poor soul for Candace, and that this crumbling home for lost girls is at the heart of this terrible crime. She sets to work digging into the tragic history of the owners who lost so many children of their own and tracking down the last six residents and the staff who cared for them – but no one wants to talk, let alone remember. The next day, a second girl’s body is found down by the creek at high water, the same words etched into her skin. Katie’s worst fear is confirmed: someone is picking off the last of the Elm Hill girls one by one. But what does the tattoo mean? And what monster would target these innocent girls who have already been through so much? Katie must dig deep to confront her own fears and protect the vulnerable – but as the body count rises further, will there be anyone left to save? Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Google | Apple | Kobo "I was hooked from the start. I couldn't stop reading. I just needed to find out what happens next with Katie and the case. Katie is a total badass…I loved the story sooo much… awesome book. I recommend it to everyone." — Mama Bear’s Book Shelf, 5 stars "A nail biting, suspense packed action crammed thriller that keeps you on edge." —Amazon review, 5 stars In the author's words . . . Interview with Jennifer Chase Does writing energize or exhaust you? How or why? Both. I'm very energized as I'm creating the idea, storyline, and what obstacles I'm going to put in front of my characters. It's an exciting time for me—I love what I do. For the most part, I stay energized, but when I write very stressful scenes it does exhaust me. I've found that if I write in time blocks it helps with exhaustion and keeps my mind focused and fresh. What makes Last Girls Alive special or unique to you? Can you give us a little story behind the story? LAST GIRLS ALIVE has been a special project for me for quite some time now. It had been a series on the back burner that I had wanted to do, but didn't have time in my current schedule. When I had the opportunity to pitch the storyline/series to Bookouture, I was absolutely thrilled. And I was even more thrilled when they signed me for this series. I've always been interested in K9 training and have been involved myself with my own dogs. This story and series incorporates that knowledge along with criminology. I love writing these books in the series. Tell us a little something about your newest release. Detective Katie Scott is an ex-military K9 handler, who has only recently returned home and is still settling back into regular life. She brought home with her K9 partner, Cisco, and unfortunately the aftermath of PTSD. Now, Katie heads the Cold Case Unit for the Pine Valley Sheriff's Department. When Detective Katie Scott is called to the discovery of a young girl buried on the grounds of a former children’s home in Pine Valley, California, she’s hopeful it’s the end to a devastating cold case she’s been working on. No one has seen Candace Harlan since she ran away from Elm Hill Manor five years ago. Her death will be a tragedy, but it will also bring peace to those who miss her most. But the girl in the ground is not Candace. The victim is almost identical to Candace in every way, but fear grips Katie as she takes in the black ink that decorates the girl’s back – a terrifying message tattooed on her skin after she drew her last breath. Forcing down traumatic memories of losing her own parents, Katie is certain someone mistook this poor soul for Candace, and that this crumbling home for lost girls is at the heart of this terrible crime. She sets to work digging into the tragic history of the owners who lost so many children of their own and tracking down the last six residents and the staff who cared for them – but no one wants to talk, let alone remember. What story are you working on next, and what inspired it? Currently, I'm working on the next book in the Detective Katie Scott Series which revolves around military women in California being murdered. I'm also working on several novellas for another series, Emily Stone Thrillers. I love writing police procedurals, action, and mystery. I find so many things inspire my stories from news headlines and just being out in the world. How did publishing your first book change your process of writing? When I wrote my first book, Compulsion , I wasn't as experienced in the entire process of writing and marketing. I floundered a bit. For me to be productive, I found that my process is more structured making sure that I have plenty of time for re-writes and research. I do outline, but it's more of a roadmap than an in-depth outline. It helps to keep me on track and on time. "Brilliant! Brilliant! Absolutely freaking brilliant!!… Fantastic and so real." — Shalini’s Books & Reviews, 5 stars The Author Jennifer Chase is a multi award-winning and USA Today bestselling crime fiction author, as well as a consulting criminologist. Jennifer holds a bachelor degree in police forensics and a master's degree in criminology & criminal justice. These academic pursuits developed out of her curiosity about the criminal mind as well as from her own experience with a violent psychopath, providing Jennifer with deep personal investment in every story she tells. In addition, she holds certifications in serial crime and criminal profiling. She is an affiliate member of the International Association of Forensic Criminologists, and member of the International Thriller Writers. Learn more at authorjenniferchase.com Connect on Book & Crime Talk | Facebook | Twitter Genre: Crime Thriller Type: Novel Publisher: Bookouture Release Date: October 7, 2020 Content Note: PG-13; steamy View our rating system Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

From Harlequin Romance: Be swept away by glamorous and heartfelt love stories. Her Inconvenient Christmas Reunion Can a mistletoe kiss… …heal the past? When Zayn walks back into Izzy’s life, years after he was forced to walk out of it, she’s faced with the undeniable attraction that’s never faded. Finding themselves co-owners of the vineyard that means so much to Izzy makes tensions run high! But then she’s seduced into a kiss under the Parisian Christmas lights… Can Izzy find it in her heart to forgive the man who once broke it? Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Book Depository BAM | IndieBound | Apple | Kobo | Google | Harlequin Q&A with Zayn and Izzy Character Interview Izzy: Q: How did it feel when you realized you’d been bequeathed the vineyard where you’d worked for so many years. A: It was most definitely a shock. I never expected the previous owner, my boss and mentor, to leave the vineyard and business to me in her will. Of course there was a catch. And that came as an even bigger shock – I’d have to share the winery with none other than my ex. It was all part of Myrna’s bigger plan. She knew I’d never gotten over her nephew when he left for bigger pastures years ago. Her last act was to bring us back together. She always was a wise woman. Q: What’s your favorite part of co-owning and running a successful winery? A: All of it! I love tending to the vines, watching the grapes grow, interacting with customers. And the wine tastings! An added bonus is I get to do it all with the man I love. Zayn: Q: What made you leave town and the winery behind all those years ago? What made you come back? A: I left because it was the best thing I could do for Izzy at the time. I still believe that. My mistake was to stay away. But it worked out in the end. My stubborn aunt who refused to give up on me made sure I returned. Q: How do you handle it when there’s a difference of opinion between you and Izzy about how to run the winery? A: I defer to the expert, that would be Izzy. She knows her stuff when it comes to wine making, she was even up for a prestigious vintner’s award recently. I’m sure she’ll win many awards in the years to come. I’m proud to have her as a business partner. Even prouder that I’ll get to call her my wife. Both: Q: What’s next for Zayn and Izzy? What comes after the last page? A: We can’t be happier to have found each other again. So we’ve decided to pay it forward. Izzy’s first assistant at the winery has a crush on one of our most loyal customers but is too shy to do anything about it. We’ve decided to give her a little push. More to come. Follow the tour for more exclusive content. The Author Nina Singh lives outside of Boston with her husband, children, and a very rambunctious Yorkie. When not at her keyboard, she likes to spend time on the tennis court or immersed in a good read. Learn more at ninasinghauthor.com Connect on Goodreads | BookBub | Facebook | Twitter Genre: Contemporary Romance Type: Novel Publisher: Harlequin Romance Release Date: November 1, 2020 Content Note: 2 Hearts View our rating system Tour Giveaway One winner will receive an ebook of Her Billionaire Protector by Nina Singh and a $20 Amazon eGift Card Four Winners will receive an ebook of Her Billionaire Protector by Nina Singh Open to US only. By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old. Void where prohibited by law. This giveaway ends November 18, 2020. This giveaway is sponsored by the author and hosted by Prism Book Tours. Good luck everyone! Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

A Scottish Regency Romance Novella. To Tempt a Highland Duke Widowed Lady Flora Grafton must be dreaming…Dougray Firth, the Duke of Monreith, the man who’d once pledged his heart to her and then stood by and allowed her to marry another, has just proposed to her. While her head screams for her to say yes, her heart is more guarded. Why, after eight years, this sudden interest? When she learns the truth… can she trust Dougray to love her enough this time? Read an excerpt at the author's site! Amazon | Add to Goodreads Meet the Author Waving from Hawkes Bay, New Zealand. USA Today bestselling author, Bronwen Evans grew up loving books. She writes both historical and contemporary sexy romances for the modern woman who likes intelligent, spirited heroines, and compassionate alpha heroes. Evans is a three-time winner of the RomCon Readers’ Crown and has been nominated for an RT Reviewers’ Choice Award. She lives in Hawkes Bay, New Zealand with her dogs Brandy and Duke. You can keep up with Bronwen’s news by visiting her website: bronwenevans.com and get a FREE book by signing up to her newsletter . Join her on Facebook and Twitter Genre: Scottish Historical Romance Type: Novella

"Sweet, funny and full of heart!" — Amazon Review Montana Match Thanksgiving in Montana Is about family—and love! Thanksgiving is the perfect time for Fiona Harrison to turn her life around. And she is sure finding a suitable husband will please her newfound family in Montana. When a dating app sends her every dud in town, handsome bartender Simon Clarke offers to be her matchmaker. If only Simon fit her criteria… Learning the truth about the twinkle-eyed charmer could change everything—but for better or worse? The Blackwell Sisters Book 1: Montana Welcome by Melinda Curtis Book 2: Montana Wishes by Amy Vastine Book 3: Montana Dreams by Anna J. Stewart Book 4: Montana Match by Carol Ross Book 5: Montana Wedding by Cari Lynn Webb Goodreads | Amazon | B&N | Harlequin Print | BAM IndieBound | Walmart | Apple Books | Google Play | Kobo Enjoy an Excerpt from Montana Match Fiona groaned. “Now I have to go back to dating.” That moment, Simon recognized later, was his undoing. Specifically, that sound, the heart-wrenching sound of Fiona’s sadness, weariness and despair. It dug right into him and precipitated his final descent into foolishness. That, and the idea of watching her continue to waste time on these mismatched “matches” via her bogus family-influenced profile. What if she grew so tired of the process that she gave up and settled on someone? He couldn’t handle it if she ended up with some guy even weirder than Drew or as domineering as Gary. If she was going to go through with this husband search, she deserved one worthy of her. He needed to make sure of that. “No, Fiona, you don’t.” “Unfortunately, I do,” she countered. “You don’t even like this internet dating stuff.” Fiona gazed quickly and impatiently skyward before focusing back on him. “That’s not exactly news, Simon. I’ve already told you I don’t. On paper, however, it should work.” She executed a theatrical air punch and forced a smile, and added, “It will work. Trying to stay optimistic here, but it’s getting difficult. I’m beginning to think I’m the problem.” “You are most definitely not the problem.” “Yeah? Well, so far... Never mind, I hate being negative. Ugh. Did you hear that? I just did it again. I’m usually not a negative person, but since I’ve moved to Montana things have not worked out like I thought they would and...” Her eyes widened as if surprised by her comment. “You know what? You don’t need to hear this. I’ll figure it out. I always do.” “Maybe I can help.” “That is highly unlikely.” “Neg-a-tive,” he crooned in a singsong voice. “We’re not doing negative anymore, remember?” “Right.” Twitching and extra cute, her mouth barely resisted a smile. “I have a dating proposition for you.” “Very funny,” she returned drily. “I’m not talking about me,” he said. Just gathering the words felt painful, but he forged on, “Shut down your dating profile, and I’ll find you a guy.” Her eyebrows darted up as her mouth opened and then snapped shut, leaving an expression that reflected the pure bizarreness of the suggestion. “You are going to find me a guy?” “I know a lot of people around here.” Ned and Val knew even more. He would enlist their advice, he decided, growing more encouraged by his suggestion. “Let me be your matchmaker.” “Why would you do that?” “Because I care about you. I can’t stand to see you on these dates, disappointed over and over again.” If that gave away more of his feelings than was wise, he didn’t care. When she didn’t answer, he posed it another way. “How is my setting you up with a guy I think you’ll like, and who I think is worthy of you, any different than your family helping you fill out your profile to attract a certain type of guy?” “Are you saying that you think you can do a better job of finding me a potential husband than my own family?” “Well, I know you and I know the guys. So...” He shrugged one shoulder dramatically. “What do you have to lose? I’ll be leaving in a few weeks anyway. If it doesn’t work, you reactivate your profile and go back to doing it your way.” Excerpt Copyright © Carol Ross. Shared with permission for the blog tour. The Author USA Today bestselling author Carol Ross grew up in small town America right between the Pacific Ocean and the Cascade Mountains, in a place where you can go deep sea fishing in the morning and then hit the ski slopes the same afternoon. The daughter of what is now known as free range parents, she developed a love of the outdoors at a very early age. As a writer, Carol loves to breathe the life she has lived into the characters she creates, grateful for the “research material” that every questionable decision, adrenaline-charged misstep, and near-death experience has provided. Learn more at carolrossauthor.com Connect on Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | BookBub Genre: Contemporary Romance Type: Novel Release Date: November 1, 2020 Series: The Blackwell Sisters, Book 4 Content Note: 2 Hearts View our rating system One winner will receive a $25 Amazon e-Gift Card and an e-book of Montana Match and one winner will receive an e-book of Montana Match Open internationally. By entering the giveaway, you are confirming you are at least 18 years old. Void where prohibited by law. This giveaway ends November 6, 2020. This giveaway is sponsored by the author and hosted by Prism Book Tours. Good luck everyone! 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Meet the Thompsons of Locust Street, an unconventional family taking Philadelphia high society by storm… The Bachelor's Bride 1868 Elspeth Thompson is the middle daughter in a family with tightly held secrets. While she loves her family, she longs to break out from their overprotective hold, to find herself, to be noticed for who she is rather than as chaperone to her beautiful younger sister, Kirsty, or underling to her elder sister, Muireall. A chance meeting under scandalous circumstances offers her the opportunity to be seen for herself, but the repercussions could lead to the downfall of her family. Confirmed bachelor Alexander Pendergast enjoys his position as the right-hand man of one of the most influential and powerful politicians in Philadelphia. Heir to the largest textile mill on the east coast, Alexander is handsome, charming, and the ultimate catch on high society’s matrimonial market. But he has no interest in settling down with a pampered debutante. He doubts the perfect woman for him actually exists…until he meets Elspeth Thompson. But the Thompsons and Pendergasts move in different circles, and Elspeth has no desire to be judged and found wanting by Philadelphia’s first families. Though she tries to resist Alexander’s charms, when he comes to her family’s rescue, she knows there’s more to him than she’d first thought. But Alexander realizes that his ambitions may have placed Elspeth and her family in grave danger. With an unseen enemy determined to uncover the Thompson family’s secrets, Alexander grapples with secrets of his own, secrets that could cost him the only woman he’s ever truly cared about. When Elspeth finds herself in terrible danger, can she muster the inner strength of her ancestors to save herself and her family and find the courage to meet love head on? Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Add to Goodreads Meet the Author “Love always has something to say. Sometimes it shouts from the highest hill, and sometimes it whispers so softly one must listen closely to hear. Do not turn away. It is a rare and precious commodity. Treasure it.” The Gentrys of Paradise Holly Bush’s historical romances are set during the turbulent and transformative years of the late 1800’s. The first two books in her newest series, The Gentrys of Paradise, released in the spring of 2017 and began with the novella Into the Evermore where readers meet Virginia horse breeders, Eleanor and Beauregard Gentry. The following books feature their children, Adam, Matthew, and Olivia. For the Brave is Matthew’s story and is the first full length book of the series. Olivia’s book, For This Moment, released in the spring of 2018. The final book, For Her Honor, is now available. The Crawford Family Series following the fortunes of the three Boston born Crawford sisters and includes Train Station Bride , Contract to Wed , Her Safe Harbor , and companion novella, The Maid’s Quarters . Cross the Ocean and Charming the Duke are both British set Victorian romances. Fan favorites stand-alone historical romance novels include Romancing Olive and Reconstructing Jackson . Holly’s books are described as ‘emotional, with heartfelt, sexy romance.’ She also writes General Fiction under the name of Hollis Bush. Holly makes her home with her husband, one happy Labrador Retriever, and a clever Jack Russell rescued from the pound, and two difficult cats in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Connect with Holly at www.hollybushbooks.com , on Twitter @hollybushbooks, and on Facebook at Holly Bush. Follow Holly on her Amazon author page to receive new release updates and on BookBub to check out her reviews and get sale information. Genre: Historical Romance Publication Date: November 17, 2020 Series: The Thompsons of Locust Street, Book One Type: Novel During the book blast, the author is giving away a $50 Amazon Gift Card! To enter, please use the Gleam form below. The giveaway is open to US residents only and ends on November 16, 2020. You must be 18 or older to enter. Void where prohibited by law. This giveaway is sponsored and hosted by the author and Historical Fiction Virtual Book Tours. Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends using one of the easy share buttons at the end of this post.

“There's action, adventure, drama, danger, suspense, twist and turns, enemies, survival, surprises, mystery and secrets, frustrations, anger and pain. All these will keep you turning the pages with intrigue and passion.” — Amazon Review A Perfect Storm Sgt. Windflower is back, untangling another swirling mystery, this one bringing the meth crisis and biker gangs to the quiet Newfoundland town of Grand Bank, feeling the sting of their deadly tentacles reaching all the way from Las Vegas. He's working with his familiar crew of RCMP characters – but wait, are some of the faces changing? New challenges for Jones, an unknown side of Smithson reveals itself, and what ever happened to Tizzard? In the midst of putting the pieces of the puzzle together, Windflower and his beloved Sheila also find themselves navigating sorrows and surprises on the family front. Come back to Grand Bank for more fun, food and cool, clean, Canadian crime fiction with Sgt. Windflower Mysteries… Amazon Kindle | Paperback | Goodreads In the author's words . . . Q&A with Mike Martin Books & Benches: We're here with Canadian author Mike Martin, and the latest book in his Sgt. Windflower Mystery series. We're coming a little late to this party (nine books), and we have to say they all sound great! While we're checking out the series from start to finish, let's hear a few words from the author . . . Does writing energize or exhaust you? Writing is an act of creation so it definitely energizes me. When I am in the writing zone I connect to the creative current that is flowing through all of us, all of creation. The characters come to me and tell me their stories. All I have to do is to write them down. But when I have finished a book or a project I am exhausted and need a complete break from writing to energize me. Please tell us a little something extra about A Perfect Storm . Sgt Windflower is back, untangling another swirling mystery, this one bringing the meth crisis and biker gangs to the quiet Newfoundland town of Grand Bank, feeling the sting of their deadly tentacles reaching all the way from Las Vegas. He's working with his familiar crew of RCMP characters – but wait, are some of the faces changing? New challenges for Jones, an unknown side of Smithson reveals itself, and what ever happened to Tizzard? In the midst of putting the pieces of the puzzle together, Windflower and his beloved Sheila also find themselves navigating sorrows and surprises on the family front. Do you try more to be original or to deliver to readers what they want? I write for the sake of writing but I do respect the readers of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery series. In that, I would never have gratuitous violence or sexual conduct. I will not even use bad language because the readers have come to expect that. But I will also try and write original content that is true to me, the series and the light mystery genre. Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly? No, and I could stop there. You could be a commercial or business writer because that comes from your head. But all great creative writing and all fiction comes from the heart. Books & Benches: Well, said! "The author beautifully balances the action with the family drama. Moreover, the author puts in philosophical quotations from famous people, and also adds snippets of cultures and cuisines in the dialogues that made this book memorable." — Rajiv's Reviews Enjoy an Excerpt from A Perfect Storm Chapter One Eddie Tizzard passed his card over the sensor and pushed the door open. He flicked on the light. “Holy jumpins,” he said when he saw what was on the bed in his hotel room— thousands of dollars strewn around like confetti. When he looked closer, he saw something else. There, right in the middle of the bed, was a very red, very large bloodstain. His first instinct was to run. But his years as an RCMP officer got the best of him, and he had another look around. Soon the source of the blood became obvious. It was a man in a suit lying face down in the bathroom with a visible hole in the back of his head. Tizzard should have trusted his first instinct because when he did decide to leave the room, he walked directly into the path of who he would later find out was the head of hotel security. He was remembering all of this as he sat in a holding cell with a dozen other men in the Las Vegas jail. Tizzard had gone to Vegas for private detective training, having decided on a new career path after leaving the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, or the Mounties. Technically, he was on leave for the rest of the year, but he doubted he’d ever return to his old job. He’d applied for and received his firearms license, but he wanted a certificate to put on the walls of his new office, that is when he got an office. That seemed very far away right now, about as far as he could get from his home in Newfoundland on the eastern tip of Canada. He’d watched enough police shows on TV to know that he could make one phone call. But nobody had said when he could do that. The duty officer kind of smirked when he pushed him into the lock-up with his dozen new friends and told him, “Yeah, yeah, coming right up.” Tizzard was confused but tried to look like he fit in with his fellow cell mates. They, in turn, looked like they were measuring his clothes to see if they might be a fit. As long as they don’t find out that I used to be a cop, I’ll be OK, thought Tizzard as he backed up as far as he could into a corner. It seemed like he had waited forever, but as several of his new friends came in for a closer look, he heard his name called, “Tizzard, Tizzard.” “That’s me,” he said and pushed by the two large men who had got the closest. The duty cop opened the door, and Tizzard walked along the hallway to an interview room. He was pushed inside, and the door clicked shut behind him. It was a small, windowless room with a camera in the ceiling, a mirror on the wall, a single chair on one side of a table, and two on the other. Tizzard knew the drill and took a seat on the one-chair side. Then he waited, again. Feels like home, he thought. Just not my home. On the other side of the continent Mayor Sheila Hillier was wrapping up her town council meeting and was on her way to meet Moira Stoodley who was babysitting her daughter, Amelia Louise. The meeting had been made unpleasant by a couple of contentious issues, including whether the older buildings in the downtown core of Grand Bank should be modernized or restored to maintain their historic character. But Sheila also realized that most of the tension was really about who would replace her as mayor in the election only a couple of weeks away. Jacqueline Wilson was Sheila’s preference, but there was another candidate, Phil Bennett, who was leading the anti-tax faction of council. Every meeting, Bennett would try to disrupt things to show how influential he thought he could be, but Sheila would have none of it and would put him back in line. Bennett’s behaviour in itself was more than enough reason for her to want to leave, she thought. Sheila had decided to go back to school part-time, eventually do an MBA once she had cleared up her scholastic records and completed the course load for an old degree program she had started several years earlier. Politics had never really been her thing, even though she was very good at it. She had only taken the mayor’s job to try to improve the town’s economy. And she had succeeded, mostly. The Town of Grand Bank’s fish plant was now operating on a regular basis with a quota for crab and the sea urchins considered a delicacy in Japan and China. The town also had a recycling factory and a solar panel fabrication plant. Half of the town’s people wanted to not just preserve the past but to live in it. The other half wanted to blow it all up and start over. They had no use for the old and wanted everything to be modern, like the way it was in St. John’s or even nearby Marystown. It seemed there was no middle ground for the residents of Grand Bank, yet Sheila was sure you could have the best of both worlds. Getting others to agree with her, though, seemed impossible. Sheila gathered up her things and drove to the Mug-Up, which was known through much of the province to be the best little café there was in Grand Bank. That it was the only café in Grand Bank was usually not mentioned. Sheila had owned the place years ago but gave it up after a horrific car accident left her with a slight limp and no desire to stand all day. Moira and her husband, Herb, had taken it over, and it was there that she found Amelia Louise sitting at a table with her Poppy Herb. “Mama, mama,” she shrieked as Sheila’s heart melted. “Ook, ook.” “I think she’s got talent,” said Herb Stoodley. Sheila examined the crayon scrawls on the paper and murmured her approval. “It’s so nice,” she said. “Is it Lady, your doggie?” she asked, making a leap of faith based on the fact that there was one small circle on top of a large mass of scratches. Amelia Louise smiled and nodded her head up and down emphatically. She had always been able to somehow say no, but now the 20-month-old toddler was happy to signify yes with a grand gesture. “Well, thank you,” said Sheila. “And thank you, Herb. And here’s Moira, too. Thank you, Moira, for looking after her.” “It’s our pleasure,” said Moira, wiping her hands on her apron. “I was just finishing off some baking.” “Em,” said Amelia Louise. “Ook, ook,” “I can see,” said Moira. “Has Poppy Herb been nice to you?” “She’s like our baby, too,” said Herb. “It’s easy to be nice to her. ‘Those that do teach young babes, do it with gentle means and easy tasks.’” “Okay, my soon-to-be-famous artist, let’s go,” said Sheila as she put on Amelia Louise’s jacket. Once outside again, Sheila noticed the November air had lost any tinge of summer warmth, and the wind was picking up, making it a bit of an adventure to walk the short distance to their house. Sheila tried to carry her daughter, but Amelia Louise was determined to walk on her own, while examining every leaf that blew their way. When they got home, Molly the cat watched them carefully as they came up the walkway. The dog, Lady, was more directly affectionate and showed how much she had missed them both by almost knocking them over in the hall. The only one missing from the happy family was Sheila’s husband and the father of Amelia Louise, Sergeant Winston Windflower of the RCMP Grand Bank Detachment. He was at work, but Sheila expected to hear from him soon because his stomach would be rumbling any minute now, and he’d want to know what was on for dinner. Excerpt Copyright © Mike Martin. Shared with permission for blog tour. Enjoy more excerpts from this series > The Author Mike Martin was born in St. John’s, NL on the east coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a long-time freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand. He is the author of Change the Things You Can: Dealing with Difficult People and has written a number of short stories that have been published in various publications across North America. The Walker on the Cape was his first full fiction book and the premiere of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery Series. Other books in the series include The Body on the T, Beneath the Surface, A Twist of Fortune, and A Long Ways from Home, followed by A Tangled Web, which was shortlisted for the 2017 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award as the best light mystery of the year, and Darkest Before the Dawn, which won the 2018 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award. Fire, Fog and Water was the eighth in the series. He has also published Christmas in Newfoundland: Memories and Mysteries, a Sgt. Windflower Book of Christmas past and present. He is Past Chair of the Board of Crime Writers of Canada, a national organization promoting Canadian crime and mystery writers and a member of the Newfoundland Writing Guild and Ottawa Independent Writers. A Perfect Storm is the latest book in the Sgt. Windflower Mystery series. Learn more at sgtwindflowermysteries.com . Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Book: A Perfect Storm by Mike Martin Genre: Mystery Series: Sgt. Windflower Mystery series Publisher: Ottawa Press and Publishing Type: Novel Note from Author: A Perfect Storm is rated sweet. But it does have three great love story lines. Sgt. Windflower and his beautiful wife and partner, Sheila Hillier. His daughter Amelia Louise and one more budding romance that may or may not be revealed before the end of the book. Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

“This thrilling novel is rich in descriptions of the vast, snowy, and deadly wilderness of Alaska; it ably captures the type of person who chases gold.” — Foreword Reviews The Ancestor A man wakes up in present-day Alaskan wilderness with no idea who he is, nothing on him save an empty journal with the date 1898 and a mirror. He sees another man hunting nearby, astounded that they look exactly alike. After following this other man home, he witnesses a wife and child that brings forth a rush of memories of his own wife and child, except he’s certain they do not exist in modern times—but from his life in the late 1800s. After recalling his name is Wyatt, he worms his way into his doppelganger Travis Barlow’s life. Memories become unearthed the more time he spends, making him believe that he’d been frozen after coming to Alaska during the Gold Rush and that Travis is his great-great grandson. Wyatt is certain gold still exists in the area and finding it with Travis will ingratiate himself to the family, especially with Travis’s wife Callie, once Wyatt falls in love. This turns into a dangerous obsession affecting the Barlows and everyone in their small town, since Wyatt can’t be tamed until he also discovers the meaning of why he was able to be preserved on ice for over a century. A meditation on love lost and unfulfilled dreams, The Ancestor is a thrilling page-turner in present day Alaska and a historical adventure about the perilous Gold Rush expeditions where prospectors left behind their lives for the promise of hope and a better future. The question remains whether it was all worth the sacrifice…. Amazon | More options at Down and Out Books Enjoy an Excerpt from The Ancestor One eye open, the other frozen shut. He knows what an eye is, but that other “I” remains a mystery. Mind scooped out and left in ice. Words are hunted, slowly return. Blue sky, that’s what he sees. The sun twinkling like a diamond. Tundra, there’s another recalled word. Packed snow on all sides as if the world succumbed to white. The air a powerful whistle. A breeze blows, not a friend but a penance. It passes right through and chills to the core, this enemy wind. Limbs atrophied, no idea when they last moved. Boil of a sun thaws and prickles. Tiny spiders swinging from leg hairs, biting into flesh. He cries out but there is no sound. For it feels like he hasn’t spoken in centuries. Back of throat tastes of metal. Blood trapped in phlegm. A cough sends a splatter of red against the stark land, a streak in the form of a smile. When was the last time he ate? His stomach growls in agony, a good sign. Organs working, or at least attempting to work. His one eye scans to the left and the right, no sign of anyone, not even an animal. No chance for a savior or sustenance. He gums his jaw, the first inkling of movement. Aware of his scraggily beard coated in frost. Crystals spiral from his chin, collect in his lap. Now he sees his hands, luckily in gloves except they are a thin brown leather, rather useless. Bones crack as he maneuvers to remove the gloves. Fingers tremble once hit with fresh air and numbness subsides. Massages his legs, gets the blood flowing, an injection of life. The spiders accelerate and then relent, toes wiggle, and he sits up. Around his neck rests a notebook and a fountain pen, the tip crusted in flakes. He feels an object in a front pocket and pulls out a silver compact mirror, the back embroidered with floral patterns, ladylike. This is not my mirror, he decides, but then has a more important realization. Who am I? With trembling hands, he brings the mirror up to his face for a glance. The reflection of a stranger. All beard save for some features that emerge. A bulbous but authoritative nose, green eye flecked with gold, a mane of dark hair cascading to his shoulders. Handsome in a grizzled way. Shades of a bear in the roundness of his cheeks and a wolf in his stare. “I am…,” his lips try to say, but there is no answer. Often one can wake from a dream and the dream seems real for a moment, but a sense of self never vanishes. Whoever he was has been long gone, unlikely to return anytime soon. At least while he remains freezing in the wilderness. I must make it out of here. It’s relieving that he thinks of himself as an “I”. Whoever he is, he is someone. A mother birthed and fed him from her breast. A father taught him.…taught him what exactly? Survival skills? How to hunt? If he had a father worth his while, he’d know how to do this. And then, a caterwauling from the depths of his soul, a fawn-in-distress call that plants a trap for curious predators. He knows this sound well, meaning he’s lured prey before. His daddy schooled him like a good man should. The waiting game. Another call erupts, a coyote’s howl this time. He can recognize the difference. Then it comes to him that he needs to know what to do should an animal appear. He pats down his pockets, no weapon but his fists. And then, the clinking of sharp nails against the ice sheet. A majestic wolf, eyes like the sky, shimmering coat the color of clouds. Its charcoal nose twitches; the blood he hacked up in plain sight. He and the wolf lock into a dueling stare, neither wanting to be the first to flinch. A vision of death with baring teeth, or the start of his new life if victorious. The wolf doesn’t give him a chance to contemplate, lunging with a mouth full of saliva. He catches it in a brutal embrace and becomes knocked off his heels, slamming his back against the hard ground. They skitter down a slick snowcap, snapping at one another like angry lovers. The wolf is relentless, a worthy opponent, a test of wills. He gets the beast in a headlock, trying to crack its neck, but the wolf is too slippery. Breath fumes from other kills circle into his nostrils—this wolf has never lost a battle before. Blood splashes, no clue which of them has been wounded. They spin in the snow like a tornado. He makes a fist, jams it in the wolf’s mouth. Teeth marks scrape against his knuckles as he rams his fist farther down the wolf’s throat. The wolf heaves, chokes, attempting to chew off his hand but its strategy is futile. It has only come across other animals, never a human mind that can think steps ahead. Now he attempts a headlock again with his left arm, squeezing off circulation. The wolf lets out a whimper that reverberates through his wrist. They lock into a dueling stare again, except this time he does not see the many kills of the wolf through its gaze. He visualizes its sadness, its inevitable end. And then, the sound of a heavy branch snapping, the wolf’s neck broken, his blood-soaked fist removed from the back of its throat. Its dead tongue lolling out of its mouth against the icy bed. He pets its beautiful coat, this formidable foe, now a present wrapped with a bow. Delectable to quench his all-consuming hunger. He needs the clearest block of ice he can find. Using the wolf’s teeth to carve a fine translucent round piece, he creates a magnifying glass. He rubs the dirt away and keeps rubbing until enough moisture flecks off. There’s a bed of whittled grass at the slope he and wolf ended up in, and he holds the ice over the dry grass, propping it against two logs until a brilliant rainbow prism shoots through and ignites a fire. He rips off all the breakable branches he can locate to stoke the flames. While it continues to spread, he procures a rock to blunt out the wolf’s teeth, then uses them for the painstaking task of skinning the fur. He does it carefully so a semblance of a coat remains, which he dips into a nearby brook to wash away any lingering blood and sinew. The sun has mostly dipped behind the mountains and he wears the wolf’s coat to mask the chill, then roasts its carcass over the roaring fire, breaking off legs and gnawing while the true flesh still cooks. The meat is a godsend to his empty stomach and also an immediate poison that his body rejects by throwing up. But he sucks on some ice and the queasiness diminishes. By the time it’s fully cooked, darkness reigns and he feels more like a shell than anyone has before. Except with each chew, this lessens and soon he becomes human again. But the loneliness isn’t as easy to fight off. There are souls that feel lonely, he assumes, but at least they have themselves for company. They can rely on memories to help them through cold nights. He searches his mind for a wisp of the past, any nugget, wading through a never-ending sea. The horizon seemingly attainable, but with every stroke just as far away. He’d cry but the tears are frozen in his ducts, and his one eye still sealed shut. When enough of the wolf has been eaten so his belly distends like a newly pregnant woman, he feeds the fire with more broken limbs and curls up to its warmth, his only confident in this harsh wilderness, possibly his only companion forever—a lifetime of attempting to be caressed by flames and nothing more. He wraps himself tightly in the wolf’s fur, hoping that when he wakes again he’ll know who he is. The nightmare vanished along with the sun rising like a bride’s pretty little hand on his grizzled cheek. In the author's words . . . Q&A with Lee Matthew Goldberg Does writing energize or exhaust you? It definitely energizes me. My brain needs to be working on a book or something feels off. Sometimes though in the thick of a novel it can be exhausting, so it’s about learning a life balance that works for me. What inspired The Ancestor ? I was listening to a song called “The Ancestor” by the band Darlingside where the first line is “Go on bury me.” I thought of this man buried on ice in the Alaskan wilderness and what would happen if he had been frozen for over a century. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I’ve always wanted to be a writer so I’m doing exactly what I’ve wanted to. I used to write stories about my dog getting into wacky adventures so it’s always been a dream of mine to do this as a career. The Author Lee Matthew Goldberg is the author of the novels THE DESIRE CARD, THE MENTOR, and SLOW DOWN. He has been published in multiple languages and nominated for the 2018 Prix du Polar. The second book in the Desire Card series, PREY NO MORE, is forthcoming, along with his Alaskan Gold Rush novel THE ANCESTOR. He is the editor-in-chief and co-founder of Fringe, dedicated to publishing fiction that’s outside-of-the-box. His pilots and screenplays have been finalists in Script Pipeline, Book Pipeline, Stage 32, We Screenplay, the New York Screenplay, Screencraft, and the Hollywood Screenplay contests. After graduating with an MFA from the New School, his writing has also appeared in the anthology DIRTY BOULEVARD, The Millions, Cagibi, The Montreal Review, The Adirondack Review, The New Plains Review, Underwood Press, Monologging and others. He is the co-curator of The Guerrilla Lit Reading Series and lives in New York City. Follow him at leematthewgoldberg.com . Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Genre: Thriller / Mystery Publisher: All Due Respect Type: Novel Content Note: PG-13/Steamy Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!

"This is the first book that I have read by Laurie Winter and it was so well written and a really great read and I look forward to reading more books from this author." — Goodreads Review This Christmas A beautiful story of loss and new love, set in a snow-capped mountain ski resort town. Celia Batista waited a long time for all three of her sons to be together for Christmas. But after one of her identical twins disappears without a trace, Celia must rely on Police Captain Luke Veldkamp for help. Despite Luke’s accusations that her other twin son is involved with organized crime, she falls for the handsome, Stetson wearing cop. Luke Veldkamp is facing his first Christmas after the loss of his wife, working nonstop to avoid the holidays and his grief. His daughter, who’d moved home to care for her mom before her passing, pushes him to face his pain. Luke pushes back, telling her to return to college and regain her own life. If his own strife isn’t enough, the mission to locate the missing son of his beautiful neighbor grows more personal than any other case. While Luke and Celia fight to keep their families from falling apart, they find comfort and strength in one another. And when love blooms between their children, Luke and Celia’s own relationship takes root and grows. But Celia is used to living on her own terms, and loving a man who has isolated his heart is a risk too great. Now, Luke must either confront his emotions or face a life without the woman he’s come to love. Kindle | Paperback | Add to Goodreads Enjoy an Excerpt from This Christmas Celia bit her tongue, knowing how strongly Luke disliked Kenna’s interest in welding and art. But Kenna was at an age when she had her entire life spread out before her. She could take chances, and someday soon, she’d fly. “She’s a good daughter. You’re right, though, about her not being with you forever. I come home to an empty house after school, and sometimes, the quiet is more unnerving than when I’d walk into a house full of fighting boys.” “I’m fine with being alone.” Luke’s blue eyes darkened, turning the color of the sky at twilight. I don’t believe you for a second. “You say that now because you’re not.” She reached across the table and covered his hand. “Like it or not, our kids are adults.” Luke straightened in the booth. “How did they grow up so fast?” “I really don’t know.” “I was deployed to Iraq when Kenna was born. When I saw her for the first time at four months old, I couldn’t get over how little she was.” A frosty mug of beer was set before Luke. He lifted it to his lips and took a long drink. “I decided to not reenlist. I wanted to be around to protect her. And now, she’s the one taking care of me.” Excerpt Copyright © Laurie Winter. Shared with permission for blog tour. Kindle | Paperback | Add to Goodreads Follow the tour for more excerpts and reviews. Meet the Author Laurie Winter's head has always been full of stories. Then a dream gave her the inspiration to put her thought into written words, sharing a part of her heart and soul. Now, she creates authentic characters who overcome the odds and find true love. She lives in Wisconsin with her husband, daughter, and rescue dog. Learn more at lauriewinter.com Follow and connect: Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Goodreads | BookBub Series: Contemporary Romance/Holiday Series: The North Star Series, Book 1 Release Date: October 20, 2020 Type: Novel Content Rating: 3 Hearts View our rating system Tour Giveaway One winner will receive a Loqi Reusable Shopping Bag with birds design, Soy Wax Candle - Snowflake and a $25 Amazon gift card (US only). Must be 18 years or older to enter. Void where prohibited by law. Giveaway ends October 28, 2020. This giveaway is sponsored by the author for a blog tour organized by Prism Book Tours. ENTER HERE Thank you for visiting and reading! Feel inspired? Want others to experience the book magic? We hope you'll support this author by sharing with your friends. Have you read the book? Let us know your thoughts!