Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Release Celebration: Three Links of Chain (Review & Guest Post)

Three Links of Chain
Title: Three Links of Chain 
Author: Dennis Maley
Format:
Paperback & Ebook

Release: July 7th, 2015
Publisher: Jublio



Blanche thinks he has it good. He has risen above the field hands to a position helping run a printing press. He's well fed, never physically mistreated, and he has taught himself to read, though he keeps the illicit skill a secret. Most importantly, he has been promised a chance at emancipation. Then, in a single bloody morning, his world is overturned, his master lies dead, and the widow has no intention of following through with her husband's promise to free Blanche.

Blanche would never have considered running away from his old life, but faced with the prospect of being sold as a laborer or worse, he forges his free papers and flees north, a fugitive, to create his own future. Only a few steps ahead of the slave catchers, he travels hundreds of miles across the violent backdrop of “bleeding Kansas” in the 1850s, a land torn by apart by two very different visions of humanity.

This richly researched work of fiction weaves actual historical characters and institutions into the gripping story of a young man born into slavery but resolute in his quest for freedom.

AMAZON | B&N |
Dennis Maley is lifetime resident of the Great Plains, from which he derives inspiration for much of his fiction.  His previous works include four short comedic plays and the play that introduced the character of Blanche.

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I am pleased to welcome a guest post from Dennis Maley, author of Three Links of Chain (AMAZON), His website is maleybooks.com.

In this debut young adult novel, the main character is a historical figure, Blanche, a literate teenage slave who spends his days helping to run a printing press and planning the life he will lead when he purchases his freedom. Then, in a single bloody morning, Blanche’s world is overturned, his master lies dead, and the widow has no intention of following through with the promise her husband made to Blanche. Faced with the prospect of being sold as a laborer or worse, he flees north, only a few steps ahead of the slave catchers. With help from the underground railroad, he travels hundreds of miles across the violent backdrop of “bleeding Kansas” in the 1850s, a land torn by apart by two very different visions of humanity.

I asked Dennis to share some of his thoughts about his interest in literacy, which is an important theme of Three Links of Chain. 

"My sweet wife taught 27 years in an inner-city elementary school.  100% of the students live in poverty. She earned a masters degree, and was often called on to speak to groups about literacy.  She often repeated a report about the way prisons could use third-grade reading scores to tell them how many prison beds they'll need in the future. I never actually saw the research, but no one doubts the connection between incarceration and illiteracy.

When it came to her job--teaching lower grades and coaching first-year teachers--she was armed and dangerous. And I'm proud to be the husband of such a woman. It's a rare trip to the market when she doesn't get hugs from former students. They never forgot the woman who taught them to read.

When our friends are blessed with babies and grandbabies, we always give them books and admonish them to read to the kids every day. In our own family, our daughter always brought us her books and wanted to be read to.  Our son would barely sit still, but AT LEAST WE TRIED. And he may not have loved it, but he always read above grade level, so the statistics were in his favor. As a good reader, he was four times more likely to graduate high school on time. These are the facts and numbers that my wife taught me to think in everyday. 

It's no surprise, perhaps, that the factual story of a literate slave caught me attention.  Though I have crafted this book into a novel only loosely based on real people, I zeroed in on a time period when fewer people could read, but literacy could mean everything- as it still does today. So for the inspiration for my book, there is one woman to thank. I call my wife Mrs. Maley. That's the appropriate form of address for a schoolteacher, and that's part of who she is forever, even long part her retirement."

It’s always hard to start talking about a book that is based in historical facts. You can’t say that history is right or wrong and most important we have to be careful when we judge the actions of the characters because something that was right hundreds of year before, might be wrong today.

This is an historical novel about a slave boy who wants to be free. It could be as simple as that but it’s not. It is also a story about people trying to change a system that existed years ago, people that believes that slavery is wrong and who is risking their lives to do what they think is right. It could also be a story about the willpower a young man can have or a story about survival. Take your pick, the main thing is that is a great story and you should read it.

Blanche is 14 year old running away from slavery. A young kid, who against the laws of the time knows how to read, and this brings him some advantages and some problems. In his journey to freedom he meets a series of characters, good and bad, some willing to help him and the ones that want to catch him.

Dennis deserves a round of applauses for writing about Blanche. He created a character that feels real and whose feelings you can almost feel yourself. Some of the decisions that Blanche has to make lead to some scenes that were hard to read, they really moved me to the core (I almost cry with the scene of Husband).

The descriptions of the time, the places and all that surrounds this moment on history were a great complement to a great story. You will find out that this book is more than just a tell about a period of history.

A very recommendable book for YA or adults.


Monday, July 6, 2015

Release Tour &Giveaway: Cale @VictoriaAauthor #VictoriaAshleyAuthor

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Release Date: July 6th
My name is Cale Kinley and I’m a fucking Virgin Well, with the exception of my tongue. The countless things I can do with my tongue are bound to leave you breathless and begging for more, but more… is something that I can’t give. It’s a choice. My choice. There’s a reason for that. A very good reason, and that reason is her. Riley. She’s the only woman that I want to bury myself deep in. The one woman I have wanted since I was old enough to fuck. I never got my chance though, because she left. She had no choice and it stung like hell. But I couldn’t let her leave without telling her how I felt. I wanted her to be my first and I didn’t give a shit how long I’d have to wait. It’s been six years and now she’s back and sexier than all hell. Just the sight of her stops my damn heart from beating. I want her and for more than just having her as my first. I’m determined to have her in every way possible. She thinks this is still a game; that I’ve already given myself to countless women. What she doesn’t know is that I have a lot of willpower. When I want something as badly as I want her, I don’t let shit stand in my way. I’m going to prove that to her. There’s just one little problem I need to take care of… Him. 




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 After securing my apron filled with my lotions and oils, I turn to the table and my heart starts pounding like crazy in my chest as I see a body, barely covered by a small towel, just waiting to be touched by me. I swallow hard while letting my eyes roam over the stiff muscles of the tanned back on display. The top of the client’s ass peeks out of the towel, displaying the roundest, firmest ass I have ever seen before… and the dimples in his back are making it hard for me to gain some much-needed confidence. Doing a silly little shake in an attempt to shake my nerves off, I squirt some oil in my hands and slowly run my hands up the bottom of his back, being sure to make it feel as insanely good as I possibly can. The feel of his muscled back beneath my fingers and the deep, undeniably sexy moan that escapes his throat almost has me turned on as I start to go lower, until I’m right above his ass.
“Go lower,” the deep voice whispers.
“Take the towel off.” I almost deny his request, when I remember that Sensual Touches is clothing optional. That’s the one thing that almost kept me from applying, but comparing the pay that you get here versus the other options, I knew what my choice had to be.
“This is new to me,” I whisper, before speaking up.
“Let me know if you get uncomfortable and I’ll replace it before you flip over on your back.”
 “That won’t be an issue,” he says huskily.
Keeping my moan to myself, I lower my hands down to his ass, removing the towel little by little as I continue to get lower. As soon as my hands reach the bottom of his ass, I remove the towel completely and hold back the gasp that fights to escape me. Holy hotness… Remembering that this was per his request, and that it’s fully professional to be doing this here at Sensual Touches, I grip the back of his upper thighs and massage it while rubbing my thumbs over the bottom of his tight ass, enjoying every single moment of it. In fact, I’m enjoying it so much that I almost feel guilty. Tyler and I have been broken up for less than a week, and here I am enjoying myself as I rub on another man’s ass, listening closely for each moan that he will grace my ears with. After spending a good, long, fifteen minutes on his ass itself, I focus my attention on the rest of his muscular body, mentally preparing myself for the rest of his gloriousness that I’ll be seeing in the flesh as soon as I finish up on his backside. Now I understand why that Hailey chick is going to be pissed off. Massaging this stud has to be the best part of her job here. How can you not enjoy this? Pulling my hands away, I turn away to give him some privacy.
“I’m ready for you to flip over, sir. Please let me know when you’re ready.”
 “I’m always ready for you, Rile.” 


 
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood. She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, Slade, Hemy, and Get Off on the Pain. Victoria is currently working on more releases for 2015.


 

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Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway - Deacon @CherylDouglasNN


 Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?

Title:  Deacon
Author:  Cheryl Douglas
Genre:  Contemporary Romance
Series:  Starkis Family, Book 1
Cover Designer:  Fantasia Frog Designs
Release Date:  June 15, 2015

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When Deacon Starkis sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of his glossy catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. She’s not available. But that won’t stop Deacon. He’s a man used to getting what he wants and he wants Mia.

Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse. 

Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?

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I barged into Deacon’s office at eight o’clock that evening. Since his silver Lamborghini
was one of the few cars left in the parking lot, I wasn’t too concerned about interrupting a
meeting.
He looked up from his computer when I stormed in, and a smile quickly replaced his scowl.
“They let you in without clearance?”
I plopped down in the seat across from him, trying not to notice how tempting he looked
with his sleeves rolled up and no tie on. “The receptionist who usually guards your castle left for
the day, and the security guard at the front desk has a crush on me, so he didn’t ask any
questions.”
He frowned. “Which security guard is that?”
I spotted a stress ball on the corner of his desk. I doubted he used it; it looked like a promo
item Alabaster’s gave away. I whipped it at his chest. “You’re not serious.”
He laughed, catching the ball before it hit him. “You have a pretty good arm.”
“Shut up, Deacon!” The nagging voice in the back of my head reminded me I was talking to
my boss, but I told her to mind her own goddamn business and go back to sleep. “I’m pissed at
you.”
He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk as he tossed the ball from one hand to the
other and squeezed it. “Do tell.”
“You told Eleni about us.”
“So?”
“So you had no right to do that!”
He seemed totally unfazed by my anger, which only incensed me further.
“She’s my friend. I should have been the one to tell her, when—or if—I decided there was
anything worth telling her.” That got his attention.
When he pinned me with that hot gaze, I feared he would demand I bend over the desk and
take my punishment like a brave girl.
“I asked you not to tell anyone, including Eleni. You didn’t, and I appreciate that. Now that
you’re single, I’ve decided it’s time your best friend know about our… relationship.”
The way he said relationship made me feel as though he had been seeking a different word
but come up short. Arrangement, perhaps? Was that what this was to him?
Not willing to let him have the last word, I said, “We’re not in a relationship. We’re still
getting to know each other. If I like what I see, I might agree to date you, though not exclusively.
I’ve been tied down too long to get serious again so soon.” I swallowed, averting my eyes when
the thin skin across his knuckles turned white from the pressure he was inflicting on the ball.
“Let me get this straight. You might agree to date me—though not exclusively?”
I was almost afraid to push him further, but if I backed down, that would set a precedent for
all future arguments. “That’s right. If you have a problem with that, we can part ways now and—”
He planted his feet on the floor and made his way around the desk slowly, like a panther
preparing to devour its prey. He gripped the armrests of my chair, his face a fraction of an inch
from mine. I held my breath—waiting, praying, and trying to predict what he might do next.
Pushing him had been a very bad idea.
“You really think that’s an option?” he whispered.




When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back! 

I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber. It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’

I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.

When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.






Friday, July 3, 2015

Promo & Giveaway: Rise of the Iron Eagle @DrRoyATeelJr



Title: Rise of the Iron Eagle 
Author: Roy A. Teel Jr. 
Series: The Iron Eagle Series  #1

Release Date: May 31st 2014
Format: Paperback & ebook 
Publisher: Narroway Press


Synopsis:
The city of Los Angeles is no stranger to violence. It has both a colorful and grotesque history with it. Sheriff's Homicide Detective Jim O'Brian and FBI Profiler Special Agent Steve Hoffman are also no strangers to the violence of the sprawling metropolis, but in the past decade something has changed. There's a serial killer preying on other serial killers - some known by law enforcement, others well off radar. "The Iron Eagle," a vigilante, extracts vengeance for the victims of Los Angeles' serial killers. His methods are meticulous and his killings brutal. With each passing day, "The Iron Eagle" moves with impunity through the streets of Los Angeles in search of his prey. O'Brian and Hoffman create an elite task force with the sole purpose of catching "The Eagle" and bringing him to justice. But the deeper they delve, the more apparent it is that he may very well be one of their own. As the two men stare into the abyss of their search, the eyes of "The Iron Eagle" stare back.

*Content Warning: The Iron Eagle Crime novel series contains mature subject matter, graphic violence, sexual content, language, torture and other scenes that may be disturbing to sensitive readers. This series is not intended for anyone under the age of eighteen, reader discretion is advised.




On May 11, 1995, at 30, Roy’s life was irrevocably changed. After walking into the hospital, he was admitted and later received the worst possible diagnosis – Primary Progressive Multiple Sclerosis. His doctors gave him two years to live, and he left the hospital in a wheelchair. After battling Multiple Sclerosis for nearly 16 years, Roy began devoting his energies and passions to the full-time art of storytelling. His disability has brought with it an unforeseen blessing. He can finally take medications to alleviate some of the pain from his MS and focus on the pleasures of character creation and the joys of putting words to paper.

As an author, Roy A. Teel Jr. is very diverse, and his works include both fiction and nonfiction. His previous works include The Way, The Truth, and The Lies: How the Gospels Mislead Christians about Jesus’ True Message (2005), Against The Grain: The American Mega-Church and its Culture of Control (2008), Light of Darkness: Dialogues in Death (2008), and And God Laughed (2013).

In 2014, Roy began publishing his latest and largest project – a 15-book geographically-centered hard-boiled, mystery, suspense, thriller crime series: “The Iron Eagle Series.” The main character, a former Marine Corps Black Operative turned rogue FBI agent, hunts serial killers in Los Angeles. Each novel addresses different subjects, and while fiction, all titles deal with real world subject matter. “The Iron Eagle Series” is not about things that can’t hurt you. What happens in these novels can happen to any one of us if we let our guard down and/or are in the wrong place at the wrong time. To learn more, go to http://ironeagleseries.com/

Roy lives in Lake Arrowhead, CA with his wife and children. Readers can connect with him on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.



Rise of the Iron Eagle (Book One) by Roy A. Teel
From the opening of Chapter 8:


John walked into Starbucks at the corner of Topanga and Lassen just before six thirty a.m. He got a coffee and a copy of the Daily News, and the headline said it all, “‘Billy the Kid,’ Crips Gang Member and Serial Rapist, Body Found in Legion Park: Iron Eagle Said to Be Killer.” He shook his head, “I should really start looking for the people who leak this stuff.” He walked to a flower shop a few doors down to purchase a dozen long-stemmed red roses. His truck was parked in front of Country Deli, a local landmark for nearly fifty years. He knew the area very, very well, but he knew it for all the wrong reasons. He pulled out of the lot and headed west through the neighborhoods of oak and eucalyptus trees, following Lassen as it turned from a busy thoroughfare into a quiet neighborhood of post-World War II homes and horse properties, until he reached the entrance to Oakwood Cemetery.

He parked his truck outside the large black wrought iron gates and the ivy covered brick walls of the cemetery and walked through the entrance and up the steep incline of the main road. He walked past a blue and white striped tent; a small backhoe sat quietly where fresh earth had been moved, and a concrete burial vault sat on the ground next to the newly-opened grave. He walked out into the cemetery grass and stopped in front of a grave marker set beneath a huge California Live Oak. He looked at the gray and white granite and its inscription, ‘Amber Lynn Swenson.’ He knelt and brushed away the fresh cut grass, so the whole inscription was revealed. ‘Loving Wife and Beautiful Soul. April 8, 1978 – March 20, 2003.’ Placing the flowers on the stone, he sat down, leaning his back against the tree. “I miss you, honey. I miss my best friend.  I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long.” He heaved a sigh as a tear rolled down his face, and he whispered, “I’m still looking for him, Amber Lynn. For the man who took your life and our life together away.” He wiped the tears from his eyes, his lower lip quivering. “I know I’ve told you, and I don’t know if you are somewhere where you can hear me or not, but I’m sorry. If I had just been on time that night, he wouldn’t have gotten you.” He wiped the stone with a handkerchief from his pocket and laughed. “You always made fun of me for being old fashioned … but you were glad I had it the night I asked you to marry me. How could I know that this same piece of linen that dried your tears of joy at our engagement would later dry my tears of sorrow at your funeral.” John paused for a moment, his anger rising up. “He’s still out there, Amber, hurting women and children. I can’t let that continue. I will find him…and I will avenge you and all the others he’s tortured and killed. He’s a sly one; so far below the radar not even law enforcement sees his pattern or knows that he even exists. The randomness of his killings and the large area that he covers is his protection. I thought I had him with Roskowski. He was evil but wasn’t the man who did this to you.”

He stood up and walked toward the unmarked piece of land next to Amber’s headstone. “This is my spot, baby, right next to you. I’m not afraid of death…I’m afraid of dying before I catch him and bring him to justice.” He leaned down on his hands and knees and gently touched his lips to her name. “Rest, my angel. The next time I come back, it’ll be to tell you that I got him.”


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