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Thursday Threads: Riding for Love by Tina Susedik

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Riding for Love Tina Susedik
Genre: Contemporary Mystery One Line Hook: Can a man who is afraid of horses learn to ride to re-establish a relationship with an old flame? Love, Loss, Redemption Heat: Sizzling
Excerpt: 
            “Hi, sweetheart,” Rose said, ruffling his hair before going to the refrigerator for a glass of lemonade. He jumped and slapped a hand to his chest. “Geez, Mom, you scared the daylights out of me.” He set the brochure down and picked up an envelope. “What are you doing home? I thought you were going out with friends tonight.” Rose sat down on the opposite her son. “I did, but Tom had to get back early and the others had family obligations. Tonight is the last night at the ranch for a youth group from Milwaukee.” She reached over and slid the brochure across the table. “It’s a group of teenagers learning to ride and care for horses to teach them alternative ways to channel anger. Eve developed the program this year.” “Wow, I’m impressed.” “You should be,” Rose commented,…

International Authors' Day... and Hair

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Happy International Authors' Day! In celebration of this amazing holiday, I'm reposting one of my favorite posts and offering a giveaway. My hugest thanks to the B00k R3vi3ws Blog for hosting this hop. 
Also, at the end of this blog post is a sexy, sexy Giveaway. Wanna win a digital copy of Hunted, Hunted Past, or Hunted Dreams? Enter below for a chance. Thanks, my friends, and good luck!
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Our crowning glory is all tied all up in knots with issues of power, privilege, history, and tradition. You think I exaggerate? Ask a Pentecostal woman why she doesn’t cut her hair, an Orthodox Jewish man why he wears his peyot, a Black woman about the politics of straightening, a woman media star how longshe’s sported hair extensions. You think it’s a coincidence that18% of Americans have blond hairand 2% of the world’s population sports blond hairand yet you can't shake a rice cake in Hollywood without touching a towhead?*
Even books, an arguably more cerebral po…

Thursday Threads: An Enduring Love by Wareeze Woodson

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An Enduring Love by Wareeze Woodson
Genre: Regency romantic suspense Heat level: Sensual Buy link: http://buff.ly/1qqyBSe

Blurb:
Born and raised in Latvia, Rebecca Balodis marries Rhys Sudduth, an English diplomat. Shortly thereafter, he is summoned home to attend his father’s death-bed. Rebecca cannot accompany him at the time and becomes trapped in the turmoil plaguing her country. He is informed she died in the upheaval. 
Nearly four years later, she escapes and arrives in London with their son in tow. Arriving in the middle of his sister’s ball is very awkward, especially since Rhys plans to announce his betrothal to a young debutante later in the evening.

Trouble, tangled in suspense and danger, follow her from Latvia. Can this pair ever find or even recognize an enduring love? Is it worth keeping?

Excerpt:
A liveried butler, stern of countenance and standing stiffly erect opened the door. “Your invitation, Ma’am.” Rebecca trembled, but forced out, “Surely, I don’t need an invitation. Ple…

The Tithe Excerpt

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I just finished my first round of edits for The Tithe. Squee! Having just reread this, I have to be honest with you all: This book rocks. It does. It's the rawest, most honest book I've ever written. It tackles themes ranging from social inequalities to religious dogma to the consequences of utopias. It's a heavy, contemplative novel, but it also features one of the purest loves I've ever penned. I'm not ashamed to admit I cried a little at the end, and heck, I wrote the sucker and knew what to expect!

"Okay, sure. But might you not be just the teensiest bit biased?" you may ponder. This is why, my friends, I'm including an excerpt below for your reading and judging pleasure. I welcome all comments.

Happy reading!






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She shook her head. “It sounds so sad.” “It wasn’t. You can’t have sadness unless you know happiness. I knew neither.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally, in a voice mere decibels from a whisper, Josh asked, “Wh…