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WORLD APART BY MAGGIE MUNDY

7/26/2015

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Please welcome Maggie Mundy to my website
to promote her Book, 'World Apart' 
EARTHBOUND SERIES
BOOK 2

The second book in The Earthbound Trilogy is out now available

Blurb World Apart

Clare and Trevi have made their way through a portal to get back to Earth. Instead they find themselves on a dying world as a mysterious mist closes in. Trevi’s scarred twin brother, Celi, has accompanied them. He meets a female magician called Fane, who is an outcast like him. In this world only men are magicians and they believe her existence is the cause for the mist. Fane and Trevi learn to trust and eventually love each other, as they fight to find a way to save the world. There are people who want Fane, but Celi will use all his powers as a vampire to stop them.

Excerpt

Celi didn’t move. He crouched against the wall with his hands over his face. He was disfigured and repulsive. His long matted hair reached down passed his shoulders and had offered some protection so no one would have to look upon his deformed face. The guards who had taunted him over the years would sometimes show him a mirror so he could see the scared reflection. He hadn’t needed to see it to know it was there. He lived with the agony of it every day. He retracted his fangs for fear she would hurt him again.

“You don’t need to look at me, but I need to chop this hair off. The days of a comb doing any good here are long gone. Do you have name?” Fane said, as she gently touched his head this time. She offered her other hand to help him stand.

“Celi.” He took her hand in his, hesitant the same sparks he had felt before would return. He limped across to a chair and sat while he still kept the other hand covering his face. He could hear the snip of scissors and gazed between his fingers at the pile of matted hair growing on the floor at his feet.

“Damn,” Fane yelled as she moved away holding her hand.

Celi’s fangs pop through his gums again at the smell of her blood. It was unlike any he had smelt before. She backed away as he reached out and grabbed her hand in his. He didn’t care if she hurt him again. She smelt so good he had to taste her.

“Let go,” she shouted.

She had cut her thumb and the beautiful trial of red blood was flowing down to her wrist. He leant forward and licked the wound clean. Trevi had showed him how this had healed Clare when she had been injured when they had first met. He could only hope the same. He had to be honest to himself though and admit he wouldn’t have resisted if he could. The door to his room flung open as two guards rushed in with swords drawn. Celi scuffled across and pressed up against the wall to get away from them. His heart beat fast as he waited for the attack he knew would come. Fane put up her hand to stop them before they attacked.

“It’s alright; I just nipped myself with the shears.”

“You should have left the hair on. At least it covered his ugly mug. He’s more of a freak than you are.” The soldiers laughed and shook his head as he left.

Fane held her hand up as she glanced across at him. “Take no note of them. You’re a strange one though. That’s the first time I’ve seen a bloodsucker heal a person and not feast on them. Didn’t know they could heal wounds with a lick. It’s a secret they have kept well hidden on this world. Now put those fangs away and sit down and let me finish.”

His head felt lighter and his breathing became slower as his body relaxed. He didn’t speak, but let Fane continue until he was shorn. He tried to understand the sensation her blood had given him. It was not like the humans or the animals he knew of. It was not evil like Sari’s, but even the small amount he had taken had eased his pain. For a second the cloud covering his right eye had cleared, and the room had come more clearly into focus. Now it was the same as before. He had glimpsed something else. The blood had given them a connection for a moment before she had shielded her mind. The Lady Alicia had sent her here, but Fane had not wanted to come. She had feared him, but felt she had no choice. If she was to be allowed to stay longer with this clan she had to gain information for them.

Blurb World Change

Clare gets transported from present day Florence to an alternate world, one that looks like fourteenth century Italy. The only way back is through a portal half a world away, plus the local High priestess wants her dead, and the only one she can trust is a vampire called Trevi. He is the only one who exits in this world, and she knows more about what he is than he does. He is hard to resist, especially when he saves her life. Trevi can take her home but he is keeping one big secret. She will have to be like him to survive the journey through the portal back to her world making a myth a reality.

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BUCCANEER BEAUTY BY VIOLA RUSSELL

7/19/2015

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I would like to welcome Viola Russell and congratulations on your   release of 
'Buccaneer Beauty'.

What inspired you to become a writer?

Writing Inspiration:

 
Several things have inspired me to write, but the first time I really decided I’d be a writer was when I read Little Women.  My mother and I would read it together.  It was her favorite book; she wanted me to love it as much as she did.  Well, she was right about my attachment to the book. I loved the March girls, especially Jo. I read that book and thought I was Jo March.

 

These days, I write historical fiction and contemporary romance, and I approach them differently. Historical romance/fiction requires a lot of research.  I started to write historical fiction after my mother died.  As I went through her papers, I found letters her brothers had written from Germany and Japan. More than anything, I wanted to tell that story.  I began researching and writing and didn’t stop for over 400 pages.  That was my first historical work, which will soon e re-issued by Soul Mate Publishing.  My recent release, Buccaneer Beauty, is the story of Grainne (Grace) OMalley, the 1500s Irish pirate. As a woman of Irish descent, I have always been intrigued by Irish heritage and the Irish struggle.  Grace’s story was extremely interesting to me. She knew when to manipulate but when to fight as well.  She was a woman who forged her own rules in a time when women were thought less than men. This novel also has a great deal of swashbuckling adventure as well as bodice ripping!



Book Blurb:
Buccaneer Beauty is the story of Grace, Grainne, O’Malley, the beautiful daughter of a powerful Irish chieftain and a conventional mother.  At the age of eleven, Grainne cuts her hair and sneaks aboard her father’s galley ship, determined to follow a life at sea and to seek the company of a handsome Scottish gallowglass, Bruce Donnel.  Grainne proves herself a budding warrior when Spanish marauders invade her father’s vessel, but her parents have other plans for her.  Though she proves an able sailor, Grainne is forced to marry Donal O’Flaherty, another powerful chieftain. Though enamored of Bruce Donnel, she nonetheless obeys her parents and proves an able helpmate to her violent and rash husband, continuing her own adventures at sea while raising children and supervising her husband’s home.  Her heart, however, still belongs to a handsome Scot who she can never have. 

 

Upon Donal’s death by ambush, Grainne continues her adventures along the Irish coast and Europe, secretly battling England’s growing power in her country.  Alternately sleeping with the devil or manipulating the British authorities to her own ends, Grainne is determined to save her family and people from the tyranny imposed upon them by England. To make her family stronger, she weds Richard Bourke, one of the most powerful men in the region, but she can never forget Bruce Donnel and the passion he incited within her soul.  Richard proves Grainne’s most stalwart supporter and she his, their minds and bodies uniting in an almost mystical union. Together, they faced the English with no fear—with only audacity and boundless courage.  Still, the shadow of a youthful gallowglass intrudes on Grainne’s peace.   

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Summer FLING By M J Compton

7/12/2015

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Summer FLING is now available on Amazon.  So please welcome
MJ Compton and enjoy reading about her Summer FLING!


                                                                             
SUMMER FLING

By MJ Compton

HOOK

Caroline Maplethorpe’s respectable life is threatened when the man who shared her secret past as a plaything to a minor league baseball team reappears with demands she’s not sure she can satisfy.

BLURB

Caroline Maplethorpe spent a summer as plaything for a minor league baseball team…and oh, how Win Winston played. Seven years later, she’s respectable, and he’s in the big leagues. Now that he’s found her again, he still wants her in a major way. But their second-chance relationship attracts too much publicity, and the third member of their long-ago fling threatens to destroy the respectable life Caroline so carefully reconstructed after that crazy summer.

Please welcome M J Compton on her new release.
Excerpt


I never thought the indiscretions of my youth would return to bite me in the butt by walking through the door of the Susie Buddha Café in Syracuse’s trendy Armory Square district, but they did. Or rather, one did. Winslow Winthrop Winston the Whatever, commonly known as Win.

I don’t know if I lost my ability to breathe because I was terrified he’d recognize and expose me or because he was just so darned good-looking. Probably the result of both. Win had always had a paralyzing effect on me.

Chuck somebody or other, one of the Syracuse Saltboilers baseball team board members, accompanied Win. They headed straight for our table.

There was no escape. Life as I knew it was about to end.

“James!” Chuck greeted my father.

Dad stood, shook Chuck’s hand, and then turned to Win. “Welcome to Syracuse and the Saltboilers, Winston.”

Win’s gaze, however, fixed on me. “Carrie? Carrie Thorpe?”

I held my breath. It had been seven years. Surely I’d changed enough that Win couldn’t be certain of my identity. “Caroline Maplethorpe,” I corrected in a tight voice.

That might have been the end of it except for my father’s ego. People don’t usually ignore him. He liked to think of himself as the George Steinbrenner of Triple-A Baseball, even though he owned only a few shares of the Saltboilers. And Win had ignored him.

“Do you know Caroline?” Dad asked.

I blinked and waited to see what Win would say.

Chuck interrupted. “Win, this is James Maplethorpe, one of the Saltboilers’ shareholders.”

Win’s gaze jerked away from me and focused on Dad. “Nice to meet you, sir,” he said as he gripped Dad’s hand.

“Why don’t you join us?” Dad invited. “Then you can tell me how you know my daughter.” He looked around the table, as if searching for an empty seat or two.

Of course, there weren’t any. Dad had called us all together for this dinner meeting at the minuscule Susie Buddha Café, and there was barely room for the ten of us at the table.

I briefly thought about vacating my chair. I already didn’t want to be at a family dinner. Win’s appearance put the cherry on my resentment.

“We don’t want to intrude,” Chuck said.

Win nodded at me, and the two of them continued to a tiny table crammed into a remote corner of the café.

“How do you know Win Winston?” my father asked me once the other men were out of earshot.

I picked up my glass of water and sipped. I couldn’t tell him the truth, especially not with the entire family and its satellites sitting there. Waiting. “What makes you think I know him? He didn’t even get my name right.”

I glanced at Chandler Goodeve, my date for the evening. He seemed unperturbed. He was one of the Blandroids, the men our father had chosen for my sisters and me. Beige hair, beige eyes, beige skin, well-bred, and boring. Even their names were banal: Brandon Cummings, Andrew Armstrong, and Chandler Goodeve. The Blandroids.

I wondered what it would take to provoke a reaction from Chandler. Setting him on fire? A knee in the privates?

My answer seemed to satisfy my father. At least he dropped the subject. We were supposed to be having dinner to plan a tribute to my mother during the Syracuse Saltboilers baseball game on Mother’s Day. The Saltboilers always staged their Breast Cancer Awareness Day promotion on Mother’s Day. Dad decided the Kathryn Maplethorpe Foundation should participate. Dear old Dad would do anything to make himself look good to the community. Never mind the truth. As long as the result reflected positively on James Maplethorpe, he was content.

My old resentment against him preened for a moment. Then I reminded myself I’d outgrown my rebellious teenage furor, and I was a civilized woman now. I might never forgive Dad for what he’d done, but he was still my father. And I loved him.

Besides, I had bigger things to worry about. Like Win Winston showing up in Syracuse.

My head throbbed. My appetite fled. I forced myself to ignore the twosome at the corner table. For all of Syracuse’s size—one of New York State’s “Big Five”—it’s an incredibly small town. Six degrees of Kevin Bacon could take lessons. If Win was pitching for the Saltboilers…

“What’s wrong?” my sister Victoria whispered in my ear when the server whisked away our salad plates. Across the table, my younger sister, Alexandra, watched me with solemn eyes.

I shook my head and made sure I smiled. “I don’t know why Dad has to make a big production.”

“To assuage his guilty conscience,” Victoria assured me.

She and I were close, but even she didn’t know everything about me, especially about the summer I’d met Win. That was my secret. My shame.

I glanced around the table, wondering what these people would think if they knew the truth about me. My father would blow a gasket. Polly, my stepmother, would be shocked. Her mother, Marsha Lee, would smirk and gloat. Victoria would be appalled. Alexandra would be curious. Polly’s brother, Marc, would want the prurient details, and the Blandroids would probably not react at all. They were expected to merely marry James Maplethorpe’s daughters and be appropriate husbands, as long as they used my father’s definition of “appropriate.”

Winslow Winthrop Winston the Whatever—and yeah, “whatever” really was part of his name—had it in his power to expose all my secrets and destroy the life I’d so carefully pulled back together after that summer. The summer I went crazy. It had been seven years, but there is no statute of limitations on shame.
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MJ Bio

MJ Compton grew up near Cardiff, New York, a place best known for its giant, which inspired her to create her own fiction.

Although her 30-year career in local television included such highlights as being bitten by a lion, preempting a US President for a college basketball game, giving a three-time world champion boxer a few black eyes, a mention in the Drudge Report, and meeting her husband, MJ never lost her dream of writing her own stories.

MJ still lives in upstate New York with her husband. She’s a member of Romance Writers of America and Central New York Romance Writers. Music and cooking are two of her passions, and she enjoys baseball and college basketball, but she’s primarily focused on wine . . . and writing.


Buy Links:

MJ COMPTON LINKS

Website & Blog www.comptonplations.com

Twitter https://twitter.com/Comptonplations

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMJCompton

Pinterest  https://www.pinterest.com/compton4555/

Tsu http://www.tsu.co/mj_compton

Tumblr http://comptonplations.tumblr.com/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8075221.M_J_Compton

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/MJ-Compton/e/B00J9DFFIG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

 

SUMMER FLING

LOOSE ID http://www.loose-id.com/summer-fling.html

ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-summerfling-1797313-149.html

AMAZON http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Fling-MJ-Compton-ebook/dp/B00X6EDJ82/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1432685480&sr=8-2&keywords=summer+fling

BARNES & NOBLE http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/summer-fling-m-j-compton/1121879015?ean=9781623009151

GOOGLE PLAY HtTps://play.google.com/store/books/details/MJ_Compton_Summer_Fling?id=MaH1CAAAQBAJ/

Ibooks https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/summer-fling/id992251460?mt=114

KOBO https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/summer-fling-8
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    Residing in Toronto, ON. I love to write, travel with my husband, worry about my kids, and befriend the dogs in my neighborhood. I have a passion for all things romance and fiction - and I am excited for my new book release. Thank you for stopping by my blog!

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