Book Beginnings/Friday 56….

Book Beginnings on Friday is now hosted by Rose City ReaderThe Friday 56 is hosted at Freda’s Voice. Check out the links above for the rules and for the posts of the participants each week. 

Fall of  Thrones  and Thorns By Jennifer Ellision

Beginning: The water is darkened with my spilled lies and the blood’s still slick against my palms when the Nereid soldiers seize us, along with anyone else who made it safely to land. From the corner of my eye, I watch them swing from the ship’s ladders to board the vessel, searching for other survivors. They won’t find many more of us. The battle at sea that found us limping into Nereid waters took many lives—especially once the Egrian ships unleashed Ruin’s Reaping.

56%: I realize what I’ve said. My lips fold in as if tucking the words back inside; without thinking, I’d called myself a Nereid. I suppose that’s it. I’m an Egrian no longer. My troth is pledged to the island across the sea where I’d been born. My birthright. My fate lies entwined with theirs. Lilia looks at me worriedly. I’ve been quiet a bit too long for her.

Blurb: War hurtles in, a typhoon over the sea.

After Bree’s life was torn apart, Nereidium had represented a haven to her. A place that—if she could save it—was beyond the King’s reach.
And, at last, she’s arrived upon its shores. But things in Nereidium are not what they should be.
The land is plagued by a rash of mysterious earthquakes, the likes of which it’s never known. The governors are distracted by old traditions, while Bree and her friends grapple with changing identities and the sense that the longer they wait to take action… the greater the danger from Egria grows.
Bree is tired of living under the shadow of King Langdon’s power. And she’s tired of waiting for him to be the first to act.
In this final chapter of the Threats of Sky and Sea series, it all comes down to Nereidium or Egria. To Bree or the King. It’s kill… or be killed.
And not everyone will escape the battle unscathed.

Would this be a book you would keep reading? 

Five Minute Friday/ Loyal…… 

This weeks Five Minute Friday  word is Loyal. 


– One Loyal friend is worth ten thousand realitvies.

– There is no friend as  Loyal as a book. 

– Never push a Loyal person to were they don’t care anymore. 

  Loyal people go through the most. 

– Stay real, stay loyal or stay away. 

–  I am not perfect but I am loyal. 


 What do you think of the word loyal? Happy Friday. :) 

Friendly Fill In’s…

I am joining in today with McGuffy’s Reader and 15 and Meowing for friendly fill in Friday. Be sure to visit and join in the fun!


Week 16: 

1. I wish _________ would bring back _______.

2.An act of kindness that I do often is ____________.

3.I still have                     from my childhood.

4. If I didn’t have___________ , I’d be completely lost.


My Answers: 

1. I wish the cartoon companies would bring back some of the good old cartoons from my day. 

2. An act of kindness I do most often is holding doors open for others. 

3. I still have a few of my school awards and projects from my childhood.

4.If I don’t have my family, and books I would be completely lost.

Chicks Dig The Accent Tour/Excerpt ……

About the Book
Title: Chicks Dig the Accent

Author: Roxanne D. Howard

Publisher: Loose Id LLC

Cover artist: Natasha Snow

Genre: Contemporary

Length: Novella

Release date: 8/23/2016

Purchase Link:

ISBN: 978-1-68252-207-3

Word count: 33,170

Page count (PDF): 107

Price: $3.99

Molly Ivers has always known she’d marry a foreign man with a delicious accent. Six months ago, in a night of unbridled passion, Molly gave her virginity to her friend and sexy-as-can-be neighbor, rocker Evan Castle. Unfortunately, thanks to his swarm of constant groupies, things didn’t work out, but they remained friends. Now, after having just broken up with her boring, run-of-the-mill, right wing boyfriend Sean, she’s on the verge of finishing her graduate degree, moving to Paris, and is desperate to shake things up!

 She’s had a crush on Nicholas Sullivan, her British professor, for as long as she can remember. So when opportunity comes knocking to spice up her appearance in the form of a French life coach, she hires Jean Luc Dubois to help her let her hair down and become more Parisian and hip…to reflect the person she is within. Thanks to Jean Luc’s magic, she starts to catch her hunky English professor’s eye, but the more time she spends with Evan, the more she begins to realize that her Prince Charming might just be the one she’s known all along.


Twenty-one hours later, Molly wondered what the hell she was doing as she climbed the stairs to the dance studio in cute workout clothes. She tried to keep up with Nell, who moved with a purpose as if she were on her way to see the maharishi with water jugs balanced on a pole over her shoulders.

This guy better be worth it.

The pulse of the sensual salsa beat filled the halls from the open double doors as they entered the large dance studio. Several different couples moved in synchronization to the exotic rhythm.

The instructor stopped the music and turned around. “No, no, no, listen up. I have a dream.”

Well, damn. Nell hadn’t exaggerated. His colorful, rich accent made Antonio Banderas sound like Pee-Wee Herman. His parents were either very good-looking people, or the man had been sculpted by angels.

Nell nudged Molly. “I have a dream too. It involves his ass out of those black pants, and right where I can squeeze it,” she whispered.

Molly stifled a laugh, tapped Nell’s arm with the back of her hand, and mouthed, Stop it.

Nell looked pleased.

Jorge motioned around. “Everyone, change partners. Right now.” The dancers looked around at one another awkwardly. “It wasn’t an invitation, people. Switch. I’ll count to ten, and if I see anyone with a partner of the same race, no lessons for a week. You look like couples out of The Lawrence Welk Show. You keep this up, and I’ll have Tyrone tap-dance with a handkerchief and scat in a second. Let’s go. Vámonos, vámonos.” The couples moved around until they were all of mixed ethnicity and size.

“Excellent,” Jorge said.

He paced by them and shot Nell a charged look. Nell ducked her head. Molly smiled. He definitely wanted Nell.

Jorge focused on his dance group as he walked through them. “Now, like Martin Luther King Jr., I too have a dream. My dream is to see beautiful cultures come together. I want to see Donny Osmond doing the wild salsa with Beyoncé. I want to see Jay-Z dance the cha-cha with Melissa McCarthy.¿Los entiendes?” A few chuckles scattered around the room, accompanied by nods. “Maravilloso.” He hit a button on the MP3 player in the corner, and the music restarted. “Now dance.”

As soon as the music began, Jorge slunk toward Molly and Nell. His sinewy muscles and tight glutes emitted rampant sexual energy. Nell’s attraction to him from beside her permeated the air with desire.

“Your names?” he asked, and it came outJour names?

“Molly Ivers, and this is Nell Fischer,” she replied to save Nell from stammering.

“I am Jorge,” he announced with flare.

“Jorge…?” Molly waited for a last name. He stood there with blatant masculinity as he sized them up. He walked slowly around them, a hunter circling his prey.

Nell leaned toward Molly. “It’s simply Jorge, like Madonna. One word. Just Jorge.” She purred with a rolled “r.” “Hey, Molls, you don’t think he’s gay, do you?”

Molly watched uncertainly as Jorge pulled a jerky movement with his butt to the music. He swiveled his hips around with his hands in the air and halted with his pelvis raised. She cleared her throat. “Um, if he’s not, he’s one hell of a secure guy. Either way, you have my blessing.”

They watched Jorge dance flawlessly around the floor with one of the female dancers, and Molly knew Nell would nail him.

Jorge introduced Molly and Nell to the class, and Molly did her best to keep up as she danced, amused. Nell flirted, but she had a good head on her shoulders and didn’t choose men lightly, so this must be about more than the sex.

Molly laughed as they made their way to the parking lot after class. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you this far gone over someone.”

“Girl, I’m not that far gone. I’m…intrigued.”


“What about you, anyway? How are you doing since the breakup?”

Molly shrugged as they made their way to Nell’s car. “It’s fine. I feel better as a single person. I’m used to Sean and his texts about random, stupid things or general complaints about Obama. It’s nice not to be bombarded with them, truth be told. Come with me out to the club tonight?”

Nell looked at her skeptically as they got in and she started the car. “Should I put out an announcement? Listen to this, world! Hear ye, hear ye! Miss Molly Ivers, study woman extraordinaire, who would rather waste away in the library with book boyfriends and cheap crackers and spray-on cheese than go on a weekend road trip to Washington, has asked to go to the club tonight! Girl, who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?”

Molly shrugged. “I need to let loose, okay? Graduation’s around the corner, I’m free of Sean, and I just finished my thesis defense. I’d say I’ve earned a little break.”

“And I’d say damn skippy,” Nell said as she backed out of the stall.

* * * *

They made their way into the club a few minutes later. A mix of some popular songs played, and the bass thumped.

Molly stepped out onto the dance floor and gyrated to the beat in the throng of people, happy to get lost in the music for a little while. She’d earned it, for crying out loud. She moved along to the track and enjoyed the freedom. Then everything changed. She spotted the last person she’d expect to see there, Professor Sullivan, with his girlfriend. But she wasn’t just his girlfriend; she was one of those girlfriends—the hot, slender blonde siren in the red dress. The sexy woman had the sinewy moves of a leopard. She tilted her head to the side as she laughed up at him, and he seemed enchanted with her. Great.

Nell danced with a cute guy a few feet away from her, oblivious to her dilemma. Molly walked to the edge of the dance floor and paused behind a thin stair rail that led to the upstairs bar. She stayed concealed as she watched them dance. Nicholas Sullivan exemplified what her sexual fantasies—the ones Evan didn’t star in—were made of, intelligent, British, gorgeous, and the kind of man who would serve her omelets in bed, take her to the ballet, and marry her. But men that well-off didn’t go for intelligent women like her. They wanted supermodels and hot-as-hell trophy wives to showcase around.

“You’re Molly, right?” A low female voice spoke in her ear.

Molly turned around. A pretty Asian woman stood there in a sleek black suit. She looked nice but seemed out of place for a night at the club. More professional-looking. Molly blinked. “Yes, I’m Molly. Can I help you?”

“No, but perhaps I can help you.” The woman held a clean, professional business card in front of her face. Molly read:

Jean-Luc Dubois 

Life Coach

His website and contact information were listed at the bottom.

Molly snorted. “What makes you think I need a life coach?”

The woman held up a hand. “Let me explain. Jean-Luc doesn’t take random clientele. He’s had his eye on you for quite some time, Molly. Ever since he saw you speak at the Feminism Awareness Conference a year ago. He’s offering his services to you completely free of charge because he’s been impressed with your dedication to your education.” The woman tapped the edge of the card and pointed it at Molly. “If you have the desire to improve your public persona, or if you feel undervalued in the slightest, he can help change how people perceive you. He doesn’t offer his services free to anyone, Miss Ivers. Call him, and see for yourself.”

Molly regarded the card as she might a dangerous poison before tentatively reaching out and taking it. What is this? Really? A life coach?

The woman stared over Molly’s shoulder, and she turned to see Professor Sullivan and his gorgeous girlfriend had moved a little closer to the stairs.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” The woman gestured to Professor Sullivan’s girlfriend, who threw her golden locks back as she laughed. “She’s got it all, the looks, the manners, him. He won’t give you the time of day, will he? Jean-Luc can help. He’s made miracles happen to women just like you, who truly deserve it.”

Molly scoffed and turned to her. “Listen, lady. I don’t mean to be rude, but you don’t know me. What are you, his assistant?”

The woman smiled. “Not exactly. Call me a sort of scout. He specifically sent me to find you.”

Molly carefully weighed the woman’s words. A life coach? She held on to the card long after the woman disappeared. The irony was, she had her act together a lot better than most twenty-four-year-old women her age. The idea of being recruited to change her appearance to snag a man seemed not only hilarious, but sad. To be fair, the woman did say it pertained more to helping her improve her public appearance and to prepare for Paris. Still… She watched as the buxom blonde across the room draped her arms around Nicholas’s shoulders. The blonde pressed her breasts against his chest as they swayed to the club mix. His hand traveled to her ass, and Molly saw red. She put the card in her purse.

* * * *

For kicks and giggles, she opted to check out Jean-Luc’s website the next morning, which appeared quite professional and legit, with more than two hundred testimonials on how he’d changed people’s lives for the better.

Nell came up behind her and looked at the website over her shoulder. “I sliced some peaches. I’m itching to make cobbler tonight. There’s a bowl of extra slices on the kitchen counter, if you want any. ‘Jean-Luc’?” Nell read.

Molly laughed while she told her what had happened last night, though at the moment, she wasn’t sure it was a joke. She sighed and left the computer to go make scrambled eggs. Nell followed her to the kitchen.

“So, should I call you ‘Number One’ now?”

She could never keep a straight face with Nell. Molly speared a peach slice with a fork and nibbled the end of it. Sweetness filled her mouth. “‘Make it so.’ No, nerd. He seems pretty cool. I mean, if I check it out, this may turn out to be a positive change. At the least, he’ll get me in shape for Paris. His bio says he’s from Giverny, and he’s a retired civil-rights attorney. His website says he decided to change his objective when he retired to improving people’s lives, which is why he’s a life coach. Pretty impressive.”

“So, you’re going through with it?”

“Going through with what?” They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half-naked and barefoot in a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her. He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked open. I came to borrow milk.”

“Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties!” Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her bedroom.

“Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another, and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used to.

She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and cut off at midthigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise, why did they have to harden every time he came near her?

She pushed hair out of her face and began to pour the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had leftovers. How much milk do you want?”

“Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at the store later.” She’d only heard his voice drop as low and husky during sex. She stopped after she poured enough milk, then gave him extra.

Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He took out a fork. He inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice and brought it to his lips.

“Forbidden fruit, hmm?”

He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew what he was doing. He chewed, licked his bottom lip, and held out the fork.

“Want some?”

Author Bio: 

Roxanne D. Howard is a romance novelist who resides in the mid-western United States. Her first novel, At the Heart of the Stone, was published in February 2016 with Loose Id. Roxanne is a U.S. Army veteran, and has a bachelor’s degree in Psychology and English. She loves to read poetry, classical literature, and Stephen King. She is also an avid Star Wars fan, musical theater nut, and loves everything related to marine biology. She is the proud mother of two beautiful girls, several pets, and loves to spend time with her husband and children when she’s not writing. Roxanne loves to hear from her readers, and she can be contacted at To find out more, please visit her website at




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A Confession Book Tour…..

A Confession
By William F. Aicher
Genre: Literary Fiction, Contemporary Fiction, Psychological Fiction, Philosophical Fiction

William F. Aicher’s A Confession takes a look inside the mind of a nameless man struggling to find meaning in a life that he now questions. Journey with him as he navigates through this crisis by recounting of the choices he has made to a captive. His falling in love with a millennial, a glossy mirror of who he used to be, just adds to his life questions. This timeless internal struggle explores the very definitions of arrogance, freedom, regret, ego, control, public humiliation, and blackmail in the digital age.

My Review: 4 stars out of 5 

This book takes readers along a twisty road of questioning and examination of life after moral transgression. 

It made me think about my life and relationships with the people that are in my life. This book makes you question about things for sure. I enjoyed reading this book and would recommend this book to anyone. 

I was given a free copy from Sage’s Blog Tour for my review. 


Author Bio

William F. Aicher is the author of the upcoming novel, A Confession, and two previous books. He works a “day job” as the Chief Marketing Officer for online sheet music retailer, and is also a champion of intellectual property rights in the digital age. He graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Madison in 2000 with degrees in philosophy and journalism and lives just outside Madison, WI with his wife and three sons.





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Turning In/Book Blast……

How would you like to be twelve and be able to hear the unadulterated thoughts of every confused adult around you? Not every memory, but a person’s active thoughts. It makes for an interesting childhood.

Now trained as a con artist, by his family, Michael is all grown up and spreading his wings out in the real world, but there is a problem. Whether pulling small scams, impersonating a rich brat or playing poker with the mob, Michael is utterly unsatisfied with life. He questions his purpose and talents.

Chance smiles upon Michael, and he gets a job helping to steal a jewel collection with a sorted past. Jewels rumored to be the property of royalty, used to fund wars and even stolen once by the Nazi’s. Stealing that which has already been stolen is too tempting an opportunity to pass up.

He must infiltrate the high-powered New York law firm of Bishop, Adams, and Davenport. The smart and ruthless senior partners know where the bodies and the jewels are hidden. Michael must walk among them undiscovered as he and his team search for the jewels.

As a con artist this is a dream job but who is conning who, and what is that darkness he senses?

Buy for $.99 on Amazon  (free Kindle Unlimited) / Smashwords

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About Chris Neal

Chris Neal is the author of the Tuning In Series.

He is a fan of all things urban fantasy including The Dresden Files and shows like The Originals, and Constantine. His love of reading and his children are his inspiration to write his stories and share his humor.

The Tuning In series is his first foray into writing about the paranormal con artist Michael Cheffied.