THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Daisy Darling Meets A Man, L.A. Dale {FREE!}

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What would you do if you opened your door in the dead of night to find a handsome man on the other side? Holding an orphaned lamb.

After being dumped by her husband, Daisy wants nothing more than to curl up in her pyjamas every night and drink herself into sleep. She doesn’t want to face her life. Then, one night, a storm brings a stranger to her door. A stranger who turns out to be the most famous rock star on the planet, Hawk Moon.
Hawk is nothing like Daisy imagined a rock star would be. He’s honest and down to Earth and in the short time he’s in her life, Daisy finds herself feeling emotions she hasn’t experienced in a very long time. There’s something about Hawk that makes her want to start her life over.

But Hawk and Daisy will never be an item. Hawk is on tour. Daisy lives in the country. She’s small town and he’s the universe. Their worlds can never collide. Or can they?

 

Accolades:

5/5 stars by Tobi @ Forget the Housework, I’m Reading -
I would love to see more of Daisy, whether it’s another short or a regular length novel. Probably what Ms. Dale wants to hear from me! I read this book in about 3 hours and that’s with interuptions at bedtime with kids and hubs. A definite must for lunch break or just a quick read!

4/5 stars by Lea81:
Daisy Darling is a loveable and delightfully normal character who could easily be a real woman, even your next door neighbour!
This short tale of how Daisy meets a very impressive man is an easy and entertaining read with a glass of wine (or two) while stirring a pot of risotto.
LA Dale writes with an everyday voice, making her stories easily seem a true tale. I hope Daisy has a few more adventures along the way!

5/5 stars by Jen Tucker
Such a sweet novella you will devour! Daisy Darling is not to thrilled with the cards her life has dealt her lately. Yet that all changes on a stormy night in the countryside when a stranger knocks on her door. L.A. Dale knows how to craft chick lit tales that keep you glued to the pages. This is one of my favorite short stories of 2012!


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An excerpt from Daisy Darling Meets A Man:

“Okay, okay, don’t get your knickers in a twist.”

Daisy pulled an arm into Jack’s sloppy grey cardigan and yanked it down to cover her pyjama top. Tugging the sides together, she padded down the hall trailing her finger through the dust on the console as she went. I really must give the house a spring clean, she thought, instantly dismissing the idea as a waste of energy. Daisy hated housework. That was the beauty of living by herself. She didn’t need to bother so much. After all, it wasn’t like anyone was going to see it.

As she reached the door, Daisy exhaled a sigh of exasperation. All she’d wanted was to wallow a little longer, have a glass of wine or three then follow it with an early night to try and eradicate the dark circles that seemed to have popped up under her eyes. She didn’t want a visitor, particularly at this time. It had to be at least nine o’clock.

With one hand on the deadlock, Daisy steeled herself for the possibility of what lay on the other side of her front door. She could hear Rex, the Border Collie, barking but not in his ‘go away stranger’ bark. It was more of an excited bark, the type he did when Avery came home from school.

“God,” Daisy groaned to herself. “It had better not be Mrs. Hanson again.”

There were only so many more of her neighbour’s late night visits Daisy could tolerate. She was so over listening to Mrs. Hanson gossiping about other people in town. The woman was a human version of a tabloid newspaper and on more than one occasion Daisy had slipped up and almost become the subject of the gossip herself. It wasn’t like Mrs. Hanson even came to help. She merely stuck her blue-rinsed nose where it wasn’t wanted so she had a bit more gossip to spread. Yes, Daisy had been a bit down in the dumps since Jack had gone. And yes, the house was deathly quiet since Avery had returned to school in Perth but Daisy didn’t need a babysitter. She wasn’t quite ready to jump off the bridge just yet, thank you. That was a damn long way down.
On the other side of the door, a sudden deluge of rain began to pelt against the tin cladding that covered the walls of the house. A gust of wind whistled around the porch and blew plops of rain into the sidelight. Rex let out a playful yelp. It had been like that all evening, ten minutes of downpour, then silence for the next ten.

With the knocking becoming more insistent, Daisy flicked on the outside light and put an eye to the spyhole. A blur of what looked like a black leather arm stood on the other side and from the shape of it, it definitely wasn’t Mrs. Hanson. Not unless she’d grown an Adam’s apple and started wearing sheepskin vests.

“Who is it?”

From the other side of the door, a muffled, yet rather manly voice replied, “Henry.”

“Henry who?” She certainly didn’t know anyone called Henry, unless you counted Henry who volunteered with her at the Visitors Centre each Friday. And he wouldn’t be at the door at this time of night. He was lucky to remember what day it was at his age. Plus, he was only allowed to drive in daylight.

“Henry ….” A thump, a small bleating noise and some more barking smothered the rest of Henry whoever-he-was’ last name. Then there was thud, like the sound of falling, followed by some of the most colourful cursing Daisy had ever heard.

Daisy rolled her eyes. She guessed she had no choice. It was bucketing down out there and the person on the other side clearly sounded distressed. She’d have to open the door. Turning the snip, she pulled the door open a crack and peered around it into the night.

“Uh, hi.”

A man was lying in a heap on the doorstep, unable to move because of two rather large black and white paws that had him pinioned and a rough pink tongue that was leaving a trail of slobber over his jaw. A very tall, very good-looking man wearing dark denim jeans and a sodden leather jacket.

“Rex!” Daisy growled. “Down! Heel!”

Looking upset at having his fun spoiled, the dog disengaged himself and went to sit at Daisy’s feet.

“Sorry about that,” Daisy said. “He gets a bit excited at visitors.”

Brushing himself off, the man scrambled to his feet. Drips of rain splattered from the peak of the navy baseball cap that shielded his face. The man’s arms were gently wrapped around his chest, cocooning a furry white ball that squirmed on the outside of his jacket as he tried to lift it.

“That’s okay,” he began, his eyes wandering down her body and back to her face, taking in the indigo blue of her nightwear and old Ugg boots that kept her feet warm. “Sorry. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

Suddenly self-conscious, Daisy pulled the cardigan tighter around her body. She was aware that it was old and ugly but it was comforting. It had Jack’s smell.

“Can I help you?”

“I was wondering if this belonged to you.” With a slight smile, the man leant forward to show Daisy the contents of his arms.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, her face stunned with shock. “It’s Marsha!”

The man raised an eyebrow. “Marsha?”

“Long story.”

Daisy had six lambs grazing on the land at the moment, affectionately nicknamed The Brady Bunch because their tight wooly curls ranged in colour from black to sandy and they loved to get into mischief. The Brady Bunch had been her favourite show as a child, so the name had been a no-brainer really. “Where’d you find her?”

“On the road. I nearly ran her down,” he explained. “Shit!”

He held the lamb out before him as a spray of yellow liquid hit the floor of the porch. “I guess she wasn’t too happy with my driving.”

Avoiding the puddle, Daisy stepped out onto the doorstep and took the lamb from his arms. Instantly, Marsha quieted as Daisy stroked the soft wool along the top of her nose between her eyes. Poor little Marsha, her mother had died giving birth to her a few weeks back. Daisy had been hand-rearing her with a bottle ever since. It was hard to believe she’d gotten out of the enclosure. She didn’t usually go far from the rest of the flock. Now she was nearly run over.

She cuddled the lamb to her. “Thank you so much.”

The man ~ arms held out from his body like a wee-soaked scarecrow ~ gazed down at the huge patch of wet spreading over the crotch of his jeans. “No problem. I think.”

“You’ll need to get out of those jeans, pretty quick. Sheep wee is a real stinker. It lingers on the skin for ages.”

The man wrinkled his nose and wiped his wet hands on a dry patch on the side of his pants. “You don’t say.”

Then they stood looking at each other.

Hmm, Daisy thought. This was a bit awkward.

With a command to Rex to get back to bed, Daisy stepped through the door, making to go into the house with her charge. “So, um, thanks again. And, uh, have a safe trip.”

The man, however, appeared to have some idea of joining her inside the house. Abruptly, he reached out, barring the door from closing and giving Daisy so much of a scare that she almost jumped out of her Ugg boots. This in turn frightened the lamb, which began to bleat in a most distressed way.

“Look, I don’t mean to intrude,” the man yelled over the din, “But I put my car into the ditch outside your place when I swerved to avoid Marsha. I need to ring for help but my phone doesn’t seem to have any reception and I’ve got no idea where I am.”

“That’s because mobiles don’t work out here, not unless you stand under that tree.” Daisy pointed to a dead tree on the edge of the boundary about three hundred metros away.

“You’re joking, right?” He gave her a horrified look. Clearly, he thought she meant for him to stand out there in the rain to make his call, whilst covered in sheep wee.

Daisy looked up over his shoulder and into the black of the night. In a way, she guessed she wasn’t kidding. She didn’t know this man and she didn’t want to end up on an episode of Serial Killer Sunday ~ as his victim. He might be one of those weirdoes who drove up and down country roads looking for lonely women and using innocent lambs as his in. He could be some sort of psycho who’d been watching her with binoculars for ages waiting for his chance. Marsha mightn’t have even been on the road. You never knew.

A huge clap of thunder sounded overhead as if to alert her that she was in danger of over-analysing. Again. Things like that didn’t happen here. This was the country. The worst thing that had happened in the last six months was when Gwen Thompson had lost control of her supermarket trolley with the twins in and it had run through the plate glass window of the gym, ramming into the rather rotund bottom of Mrs Porter.

No. This man wasn’t a threat. He was simply someone in a spot of bother. And Daisy was always the one to help out someone in a spot of bother.

“Yes. Sorry. That was a joke. I shouldn’t tease. It’s always getting me into strife.”

“Is it okay if I use your phone, then?”

“Of course. Come in. The least I can do is offer you a fire and a glass of wine while you wait especially after what you did for Marsha. I might even be able to rustle up a spare set of clothes so you can take those smelly ones off. I’m Daisy, by the way. Daisy Darling.”

“Henry Moon.”

Leading the way, Daisy walked back down the hall towards the kitchen, turning on the lights as she went. Henry Moon? She was sure she’d heard that name before. If only she could remember where. Maybe she should ask him.

 

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: The Candidate’s Follies: A Novel, R.D. Poll {$0.99}

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Dexter Sempel is a good-looking personable politician. He is about to win his party’s nomination for president. He’s indifferent to his wife and children, and trying to figure out the best way to get his mistress out of the picture before she ruins his chance of becoming president. Dexter believes he has everything under control, but someone is aware of his dark secrets. And someone is determined to stop him.

The Candidate’s Follies is a fast-paced, page turning thrill about ambition, lust and the quest for power.

 

Accolades:

“This short story was funny and enjoyable to read. I was trying to decide if the main character was based on Rick Santorum or Mitt Romney. It was a funny take on campaigns at its worst. I was hoping Dexter Sempel would get his just due and he did! The book was quick and easy to read and I was able read it in one sitting which is nice.”


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Chapter 1

He loosened his tie and sighed as he sat down on the bed in yet another nondescript hotel room. This room had pale yellow walls and orange accents. He imagined it was the decorator’s idea of cheerful. It gave him a headache but at least the room was clean, and he could finally sit down by himself and relax. Three hours of shaking hands, making small talk and smiling endlessly for the cameras was draining. But Dexter Sempel wasn’t a quitter and the ultimate prize: the Presidency of the United States of America was worth all of the bullshit that he had to put up with.
Dexter looked like the perfect presidential candidate. Dark hair, with a few threads of silver here and there. Piercing blue eyes. Six feet tall, with a trim athletic build. Dexter Sempel looked like the prosperous s-o-b that he was. He also had the perfect resume for a candidate. He was born and raised in the medium-sized town of Greenbury Hills, South Carolina. He was the son of a banker father and part-time accountant mother. Dexter was the middle child. His older sister, Mary, never had any desire to leave Greenbury Hills. She married her high school sweetheart right after college and promptly had two kids, a dog and a cat. She was content with her simple life. His younger brother, Daniel, was also happy with life in Greenbury Hills. He went to work at the same bank as their father and settled into a mundane routine that suited him.

Dexter had a great desire to venture out into the world. He was accepted into Brown University where he majored in political science. After graduation, he joined the military and served his country in the Persian Gulf during Desert Storm. After the U.S. pulled out of that conflict Dexter enrolled in Harvard Law where he did not stand out. But that didn’t matter. He graduated and his resume looked damned good on paper and that was all that he needed. Dexter had decided before he enrolled in the military that he would be president one day. Upon graduation, Dexter returned to South Carolina and became a prosecutor. He prosecuted a couple of high profile cases that received extensive media coverage. This brought him to the attention of political movers and shakers. They quickly realized that Dexter was their man. He was a southern conservative with mass appeal and good looks. He was the one to bring southern dominance back to the political landscape. They encouraged him to find a wife who was pretty and would be an asset in the future. He easily won his first congressional seat and after serving three terms, his political backers catapulted him to the governor’s mansion. They propelled Dexter along a path that he wanted and would help them. What they didn’t know and what Dexter hid from everyone was the fact that he was a sociopath with a dark side who couldn’t control his impulses. It helped that Dexter was a good public speaker and good with people. No one watching him would have guessed that he hated shaking the fat, sweaty hands of his constituents. That he hated picking up babies and posing with them and that he hated all of the dumb chitchat that he had to make.

Dexter had the rare gift of making everyone feel like they had his undivided attention. The truth was he couldn’t care less, but he definitely couldn’t show it now that he was playing on the national stage now.

 

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: A Hand To Hold, Carree Lee Bell {FREE!}

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How can a mother reject her own child? How can a man give you safety and security one day, and be gone the next? How can a God who promises to never leave you nor forsake you allow it all to happen?

Michelle has learned to finally come to grips with lifes disappointments; she’s given up on God, because she feels he’s given up on her. but when Manny goes missing, can Michelle open up her heart, and allow God to see her through this tradgedy?


Accolade:

By Trish - Amazon Review

I found this book to be a refreshing change to the normal inspirational books out there. I was encouraged to continue my witness to those I come in contact with, as I don’t know the struggles they are facing. If they find life too hard to deal with, the Holy Spirit may direct them to me because of what they have seen in me and I may be able to help win them back to Christ.

I think it is a great gift to any mother especially with Mothers Day coming up. It will help teach moms that we should not shelter ourselves and our children so tightly that when trouble comes we have no support group. We must open our hearts up to love and to live.


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Chapter One

Family was important to Michelle, even if she wasn’t close to her own. She had gladly given up her nursing career for Ross and the boys. She enjoyed the days she had spent with them; reading to them, and teaching the kid’s phonics, colors and their numbers. Best of all for her though, were the nature hikes. Her sons, Jason and Manny had coined them “Adventures into Nature”.

These were times where together they would discover tadpoles in their own back pond, or a beehive developing in the old lamppost out front.

“Why’d the bees pick our lamp?” Manny had inquired. His inquiry would lead to the three of them marching inside to the computer, and the discovery would begin. Together they unraveled the mysteries to many of their questions, like why bees built hives and the duties of the drone, worker and queen bees; or even the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into a lovely yellow and black specked butterfly. Reading up on the butterflies encouraged the children to convince Michelle to start a butterfly garden from painted lady caterpillars. When the caterpillars had emerged into beautiful yellow and black spotted butterflies, the children let them out of their netted habitat and into the yard. Manny continued to look up into the sky for what seemed like hours swearing that he could still see each one of their speckled friends. Life she had thought couldn’t get any better. In one tragic event she was ironically proven right.

Ross her husband of seven years was killed, and so died all their dreams and plans for the future.


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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Her Dark Angel (Her Angel Romance Series #1), Felicity Heaton {$0.99}

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An angel without a mission, Apollyon lives trapped in Hell guarding the bottomless pit. Surrounded by endless darkness, he longs to fly free on Earth once more but his master hasn’t called him in centuries. When the call finally comes, it’s to serve a new master, a beautiful woman he has often watched over, a woman who has always captivated him.

Serenity is shocked when a gorgeous black-winged angel shows up in her city of Paris claiming that she called him when she was only casting a simple vengeance spell. He’s no other than the angel of death! When Apollyon offers to obey her and help her have revenge on her cheating ex-boyfriend, she can’t resist the temptation, but can she resist him? Can an angel as dark as Apollyon ever fall for a mortal woman like her?

Dark, passionate and erotic, Her Dark Angel is a tale of intense desire and deepest forbidden love guaranteed to get your heart racing.

The stories in the Her Angel paranormal romance series are joined by world rather than story, so you can enjoy reading them in any order.

Books in the Her Angel series:
Her Dark Angel (Her Angel romance book #1)
Her Fallen Angel (Her Angel romance book #2)
Her Warrior Angel (Her Angel romance book #3)
Her Guardian Angel (Her Angel romance book #4)

 

Accolades:

“A New York Times Bestseller in the making. When Ms. Heaton puts pen to paper you know you are going to love the finished piece of work. She carries a freshness about her writing that I love. Her style captivated my imagination and didn’t let me go until THE END.”
– Talina, Night Owl Reviews — 4 out of 5

“With spell-binding sex scenes, emotions as thick as blankets, and writing that flows effortlessly, Felicity Heaton has created a story that will take you from Hell to Heaven and leave you wanting more. This short read was one of the best I’ve read this year.”
– Theresa, Fade into Fantasy — 4 out of 5

“Her Dark Angel is a very enticing romance, and once the story starts to sizzle it burns. This modern tale of a angel and a mortal falling in love was written beautifully, as well as Ms. Heaton’s attention to detail. To be honest I never put my kindle down. Readers of romance will like the simplicity of this book, though the two main characters are a angel and a witch, the main focus of Her Dark Angel is the romance. Oh..and the steam from the romance department is a 9 out of a 10!”
– Brandikay, Nocturne Romance Reads — 4 out of 5

“Her Dark Angel was a quick, erotic fantasy that compelled this reader to keep on reading to the very sensual ending. Felicity Heaton has been an author that I have enjoyed over the last few years and, with this book, she has once again commanded my attention with her hedonistic and exciting imaginings.”
– Hockeyvamp, Bitten by Books — 4 out of 5

 

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An excerpt from Deadly Eyes:

Apollyon swooped lower, effortlessly cutting through the warmer air, delighting at the feel of it tickling his black feathers and washing over his skin. Turning, he dived down a side street, skimming low above the heads of the mortals, causing a wind to gust against them. He smiled when they shrieked and grabbed their clothes to keep them in place. It was wrong to take such childish pleasure from doing such things, but all angels had a tendency to misuse their invisibility.

A strong beat of his wings and he was soaring upwards again. He landed on the edge of the roof of an old pale stone building and looked across the city towards the Eiffel Tower. It speared the clear sky, surrounded by lush green at the base. He was about to fly there when he felt as though someone was speaking his name again.

Apollyon focused, frowning as he tried to discern the direction it was coming from. His gaze shot back to the Eiffel Tower. There?

He ran to the far edge of the building and leapt off, waiting until he was close to the flagstones of the square below before he unfurled his wings and beat them, shooting straight across the square only a few feet above the ground. He ducked and weaved through the people and came out over a grassy bank. The river was ahead and beyond it the Eiffel Tower. He flew straight for it and then came to an abrupt halt in mid-air when he heard the call again. It was behind him.

He scoured the people below. Was his master down there, amongst them, calling to him?

His master had several guises. Apollyon’s eyes darted over the mortals, stopping for barely a second on each face. None of them matched how he remembered his master.

The call came clearer this time, beating in his heart. His gaze shot in the direction it had come from and his eyes widened.

Her?

A fair-haired mortal female stood beside one of the fountains below, her back to him and the warm breeze playing with the short skirt of her dark red dress. The jets of water from the fountains sprayed high, the droplets catching the wind and settling on his skin when it blew towards him.

Apollyon frowned.

It had to be the Devil’s work.

He had been watching her, had cursed, and then she had called him. It was ridiculous. No mortal had the power to call an angel, and he had not had a different master since eternity began and the angels had made a pact with him.

Cautiously, Apollyon swooped down, closer to her, hovering bare metres above her head. Had she called him?

She raised a hand to her face and it lingered there. He couldn’t see what she was doing. Her shoulders heaved and a wave of sorrow and anger washed over him. She was hurting.

He landed mid-way along the bridge over the river behind her and stepped down off the wall, changing his appearance as he did so. His wings didn’t want to disappear and it took several strides towards her before he was sure the mortals wouldn’t see them and that his glamour was falling into place. He changed his clothes, replacing his armour with a fine black suit, with a black shirt and a dark blue tie, and then swept his long hair back and tied it at the nape of his neck in a ponytail.

Finally, he lifted the force that made him invisible to the mortal eye and walked casually towards her. He took the blue handkerchief from his pocket, stepped up behind her, and hesitated for only a moment before touching her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he said in French, hoping he had the right language and the right words. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in a long time and although he knew modern languages, he had never used them.

She touched her face again, her long fair hair a curtain which he couldn’t see beyond, and sniffed. When she turned to face him, she was smiling. Her hazel eyes lit on the offered handkerchief at first and then slowly ran up his arm to his chest and then towards his face. She was more beautiful in the flesh, her features soft and her eyes round. She could be an angel herself. He hadn’t realised how much shorter than him she would be. She was at least a head shorter, and petite too.

The moment her gaze met his, her expression changed. Her hand stopped close to taking the handkerchief and horror filled her eyes.

“Get away from me.” Her French held a sharp note of panic and then she stormed towards the bridge.

Apollyon frowned, looked at the handkerchief, and then went after her.

She glanced over her shoulder and her pace increased. It was easy to close the gap between them. His strides were longer than hers and her little heeled sandals were clearly not made for a swift escape.

“Leave me alone.”

Why was she running?

People were staring, murmuring to each other. She was causing a scene and he wasn’t quite sure why.

“Get away from me!” She turned to face him and then backed away, the fear still bright in her eyes. They darkened when she frowned and spoke as though uttering a curse. “Abaddon.”

He hadn’t heard that name in a long time.

She knew he was an angel.

How? Had his glamour failed? It had been millennia since he’d had to cast one. He looked around them at the watching mortals. None of them looked afraid. If they could see an angel before them as she could, they would be reacting the same as she was. People would be screaming that the Apocalypse was nigh and the world was going to end. He would be in serious trouble with his master.

He remembered that she had called him. Could she see through the glamour? Was she different somehow to other mortals?

“I don’t want to die,” she muttered almost beneath her breath and cast a fearful look his way.

This wasn’t going as he had expected. She wasn’t supposed to have been able to see that he was an angel. She was supposed to have accepted his kind offer of a handkerchief to dry her tears and told him why she was crying so he could figure out what he was doing here and whether someone was playing a trick on him.

Tears spilled down her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself, making herself small and making him want to reach out to her and somehow ease her suffering. Whatever pain had caused her to cry, it was still strong within her heart, tormenting her. He could feel it. There was some sort of connection to her that gave him insight into her feelings, a sense that she needed him and that they were supposed to have met here today.

It was ridiculous.

A mortal could never call him. They didn’t have the voice.

He had been alone too long and was dreaming all of this, seeing things as he wanted them and not with clear eyes.

There was only one way of finding out whether she had called him somehow. He had hoped to discover it through casual conversation but that wasn’t an option now. It was time for a more direct approach.

He stepped towards her and she backed away again, holding both of her hands out as though that gesture alone could stop him if he wanted to get to her.

“Please,” she whispered and shook her head, sending more tears tumbling down her pale cheeks.

“Leave her alone.” A burly man started towards him.

Apollyon lost patience and cast his hand out, waving it across the gathered crowd. “There is nothing interesting to see here.”

Their expressions went slack and they moved as one, drifting off and back into their own lives, moving past him and the mortal woman as though they weren’t even there.

“Oh God, you’re going to kill me.”

He frowned at her. “Why would you say such a thing?”

“It’s what you do.” There was accusation in her tone and a hint of bravery.

Courage in the face of death?

A moment ago, she had been fleeing him and now she looked ready to fight.

“I have not done such a thing in a very long time.” He sighed. It was never going to leave him. Spend a few centuries as the angel of death and no one forgets. Everyone presumes you’re still in charge of taking life’s final breath from mortals. Still, it was better than the other rumour that he was the Devil. “There is a fleet of angels who do it now.”

She didn’t look as though she believed him. Her hands trembled in front of her.

“I didn’t ask for my powers. Please don’t take me there.”

“Where?” His patience was wearing thin again and he seemed to be unable to get his question out into the open. He tracked back over what she had said.

Powers?

“All the fires of Hell are in your wake… I don’t want to go there. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Apollyon looked behind him. All he could see was Paris. The edge of the stone bridge and the murky river, and the city beyond.

“You are gifted.” He looked back at her, deep into her hazel eyes. She nodded. Was this how she had called him? He frowned and looked at the fountains at the other end of the bridge behind him and then at her. “What were you doing there?”

She looked past him, blinked a few times, and then her eyebrows rose. “Nothing really. Contemplating life, I guess, and how shitty it was.”

“You did not ask for anything?” He stepped closer to her and this time she didn’t back away. She kept staring at the fountain with wide eyes. Tears lined her dark lashes. All of her fear disappeared and the pain returned. She clutched her hands to her chest, and he felt the hurt well up inside her, overwhelming her.

“Revenge,” she whispered and her gaze darted to him. “I asked for vengeance against that cheating bastard.”

Cheating? A sinner?

She had called for vengeance and he had heard her, and he had felt compelled to answer and accept her mission. He couldn’t. Contracting with her would break the one between him and his master.

Apollyon looked at her, studying her pale beauty.

She had called him and he had come. She was his master now. He had accepted the mission and the contract the moment he had left Hell.

He was going to get into trouble for this.

It had been a while since he had been on Earth though, and although the angels who watched over mortals now tolerated the old sins and only took them into account at death rather than punished the sinner during their life, he did still hate some of them.

Infidelity in particular.

“Are you really here to kill me?”

Apollyon smiled and a hint of colour touched her cheeks. “You called me and I came to you, not to take your life but to ease your suffering.”

She swallowed and looked as though she was going to deny that she was in pain. Apollyon stepped up to her and touched her face. Her skin was warm, soft, and felt good beneath his fingertips. He caressed her cheek, placed his fingers under her chin, and raised her eyes to his.

“Whatever he did to you, I will make him suffer for it, but no man is worth such tears. Your heart will heal in time and you will love again.”

Her hazel eyes searched his.

Apollyon stared deep into them, feeling a strange warmth travel along his hand from where his fingertips touched her face. It chased through him and finally settled in his chest, burning there, stirring feelings that he had long forgotten existed.

“I will give you the revenge you seek.”

 

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: A Hand To Hold, Carree Lee Bell {$0.99}

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How can a mother reject her own child? How can a man give you safety and security one day, and be gone the next? How can a God who promises to never leave you nor forsake you allow it all to happen?

Michelle has learned to finally come to grips with lifes disappointments; she’s given up on God, because she feels he’s given up on her. but when Manny goes missing, can Michelle open up her heart, and allow God to see her through this tradgedy?


Accolade:

By Trish - Amazon Review

I found this book to be a refreshing change to the normal inspirational books out there. I was encouraged to continue my witness to those I come in contact with, as I don’t know the struggles they are facing. If they find life too hard to deal with, the Holy Spirit may direct them to me because of what they have seen in me and I may be able to help win them back to Christ.

I think it is a great gift to any mother especially with Mothers Day coming up. It will help teach moms that we should not shelter ourselves and our children so tightly that when trouble comes we have no support group. We must open our hearts up to love and to live.


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Chapter One

Family was important to Michelle, even if she wasn’t close to her own. She had gladly given up her nursing career for Ross and the boys. She enjoyed the days she had spent with them; reading to them, and teaching the kid’s phonics, colors and their numbers. Best of all for her though, were the nature hikes. Her sons, Jason and Manny had coined them “Adventures into Nature”.

These were times where together they would discover tadpoles in their own back pond, or a beehive developing in the old lamppost out front.

“Why’d the bees pick our lamp?” Manny had inquired. His inquiry would lead to the three of them marching inside to the computer, and the discovery would begin. Together they unraveled the mysteries to many of their questions, like why bees built hives and the duties of the drone, worker and queen bees; or even the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into a lovely yellow and black specked butterfly. Reading up on the butterflies encouraged the children to convince Michelle to start a butterfly garden from painted lady caterpillars. When the caterpillars had emerged into beautiful yellow and black spotted butterflies, the children let them out of their netted habitat and into the yard. Manny continued to look up into the sky for what seemed like hours swearing that he could still see each one of their speckled friends. Life she had thought couldn’t get any better. In one tragic event she was ironically proven right.

Ross her husband of seven years was killed, and so died all their dreams and plans for the future.


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Primal Call (Vampire Primes Paranormal Romance), Susan Sizemore {$2.99}

Thena Blaise is determined not to fall in love with a media hounded movie star despite the charming way he courts her. But Thena doesn’t know the half of James Wilde’s secrets – the dangerous half. James Wilde is a Vampire Prime, and he knows Thena must be his. As she is the bondmate he’s waited his entire life to find.

Includes an excerpt of the upcoming Vampire Primes Novel PRIMAL CRAVINGS!

Print Length: About 69 pages

What readers are saying:

“If you like vampires, paranormal romance and fun – read this story.”

“…delightfully delicious with likable characters that left me wanting more. It is definitely a must-read.”

The average Amazon Reader Review is currently 4 stars {10 reviews}.

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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: Still The One (The Educators), Kathryn Shay {$1.99}

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Description of Still The One (The Educators):

Welcome to The Educators, Kathryn Shay’s bold new series of never before published novellas. Veteran teacher Shay returns to one of her favorite settings and vividly portrays the teachers, administrators and students of Crystal Corners High School. As is her trademark, sizzling romances are back-dropped by controversial, complicated and sometimes dangerous situations.

Still The One is a 21,000 word novella

“Kathryn Shay never shies away from tough or controversial subject matter. I thought all the issues in this book were handled with care, and ably so. She made both characters immensely appealing, so I was really rooting for them to make it work. It was as difficult for the reader to find a way out of their predicament as it was for Annie and Dylan. But Shay comes up with the perfect (and only, IMO) solution available to them.” Lori Sherden, Goodreads

In STILL THE ONE, Annie Jacobs has made something of herself after a rough adolescence. She’s the mother of twin boys, a respected and well-liked English teacher and has good friends. But when her former high school teacher, Dylan Kane, comes back to town, Annie’s carefully created world starts to crumble. She and Dylan have a past, one which almost destroyed her. Now, he wants to be the next principal of her school. Annie’s afraid their previous relationship will endanger the job she loves. She’s even more fearful that her feelings for Dylan will rekindle, or worse, never died.

 

Accolades:

“As always Kathryn Shay tackles what most see as unthinkable material for a romance novel and ends up with a winner of a book. Another one I couldn’t put down.”

“I am a former high school teacher myself and the premise of this book sounded interesting. The characters were well developed and very likable. I will definitely be finishing The Educators series by this author.”


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THE FRUGAL FIND OF THE DAY: America’s Bravest (Hidden Cove Series: AFTER THE FIRE, ON THE LINE, NOTHING MORE TO LOSE), Kathryn Shay {$6.99}

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Description of America’s Bravest:

Kathryn Shay spent five years riding fire trucks with a large city fire department, eating in their firehouses and interviewing hundreds of America’s Bravest. Read the novellas that resulted from her intense relationship with firefighters!

“Shay’s powerful characters and emotional topics strike a chord with her readers and have earned her a well-deserved place among the top romance authors.” Waldenbooks Romantic Reader

The Rescue Squad in the Hidden Cove Fire Department deals with all kinds of emergencies: blazing fires, horrific car accidents and a myriad of medical calls. Like most firefighters, they also have complicated personal relationships due to the nature of their jobs. In AMERICA’S BRAVEST, each of the six novellas details both the love and work of one firefighter with overarching themes of arson, a blogger out to discredit them, and balancing their personal and professional lives.

In IN TOO DEEP, Captain Gabe Malvaso struggles with his attraction to Rachel Wellington, a firefighter on his squad. But when they’re trapped in a basement, thinking they’ll die, all bets are off.

HOT SHOT picks up with Paramedic Brody O’Malley, who’s happy with single life until a class reunion where he meets Emma Walsh, the only woman he ever loved. But because he broke her heart, she’s refuses to rekindle old flames

WORTH THE RISK follows Ryan O’Malley, Brody’s twin cop brother, as he pursues prickly Lieutenant Felicia White, who’s always disliked his “playboy” persona. But when they are forced to work together on an arson case, sparks fly.

EL BOMBERO is the story of Firefighter Tony Ramirez and his beloved wife Sophia, sweethearts since high school, who run into the biggest challenge of their lives: Sophia can no longer tolerate the danger her husband is in every day.

In RESCUE ME, twenty-four-year-old Sydney Sands saves the life of local businessman Max Delinsky only to fall head over heels in love with him. But trouble comes in merging the discrepancy in their ages and Max’s difficulty with her past.

TRIAL BY FIRE tells the story of Battalion Chief Cal Erikson, whose been fighting for two years with blogger Parker Allen about the fire department. Imagine his surprise when he finds himself attracted to the fiery journalist with deep scars from her past. The arson case is solved, but not before both their lives are endangered.

In THE EPILOGUE, get a closer look at how all six couples live happily ever after!

 

Accolade:

5.0 out of 5 stars Wonderfully Done!

Whether full length novels or short stories, you can’t miss with Kathryn Shay! This collection of short stories had it all: mystery, romance, laughter and tears. I couldn’t put the book (actually, my iPad) down! I had to tether myself to the outlet as I ran out of battery and couldn’t wait to recharge my tablet. The stories are a series that has a mystery tying them together. Even though this is a continuation of her “America’s Bravest: Hidden Cove” series, they do stand alone from the original full length books BUT I recommend you don’t miss out on a wonderful series! I recommend you get the original series too: “After the Fire,” “On the Line,” and “Nothing More to Lose.”


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An excerpt from America’s Bravest:

Chapter 1

Dreading the news he was about to give, Captain Gabe Malvaso stared out at his group of firefighters, who sat in the big couches and stuffed recliners of the common room of Firehouse 7. In the back by the door to the kitchen stood the Hidden Cove Fire Department brass. His men and women trusted him, and so far in his eight years as their officer, he hadn’t had to deliver any bombs about cutbacks. From the rear, his cousin Mitch, now a battalion chief, nodded his encouragement.

Gabe cleared his throat. “Let’s get started. There’s been a lot of rumors going around and you can probably tell from Chiefs Malvaso and Erikson being at this little gathering that something’s coming down. And yeah, it’s what you expect.”

Murmurs rumbled through his group: Felicia White, his serious, aloof lieutenant who he already talked to about this; his paramedic, Brody O’Malley, a lively ladies’ man that everybody liked; firefighters Tony Ramirez, quiet and excellent at his job, Sydney Sands, their feisty rookie and, finally, Rachel Wellington—sometimes called Princess because of her classy background. She was a good firefighter and sensible at work.

And with her steel-blond hair and wide eyes, she was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. That had been causing Gabe problems for a while now.

O’Malley spoke up first. “So, somebody’s going to get the ax on Rescue 7, right Cap?”

“Yep. And on Quint and Midi 7, too.” Those were the other two rigs in the firehouse, the first performing fire rescue operations, the latter a medical truck. The groups who rode them also had separate officers. “They’re having their own meeting. But we’re all cutting back on each shift.”

Sydney, the group member with the least experience at the on the squad, shook her head. “Oh, hell!”

“Syd, you’ll still have a job, though it’ll be another station house. You have some seniority in the department as a whole; plus we’re expecting retirements soon.”

She lifted her chin to keep up a good front, but her young face tensed, telling Gabe she was upset. The twenty-three-year-old already had had a lot of tough stuff to deal with in life. “I’ll have to break in a new bunch of clowns.”

The others didn’t joke. Theirs was a special group, an experiment in affirmative action. Their rescue squad, which went to every fire in their area, was comprised of three men and three women to demonstrate how liberated the department was and to promote the recruitment of women. So far, after eighteen months, the experiment had worked well.

From behind Sands, Tony Ramirez put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. She covered his briefly with hers. The two often paired up inside a building and they’d become fast friends.

“I know this is hard for all of us,” Gabe added. “But we got no choice, guys.”

“Yeah, we don’t have to like it, though.” O’Malley’s tone was angry. Brody was a good guy but he couldn’t censor his words, and he caused Gabe grief from time to time.

“Chief Erikson is here today to give you some more information on what’s gone down.” He nodded to the back of the room where Cal stood with Mitch. “Ready, Chief?”

“As I’ll ever be.” The tall, powerfully built man strode to the front with a commanding presence.

“Hi, all. I’m not going to mince words. You’ve heard the rumors. For budget reasons, the mayor’s cutting ten percent of the fire department. But it gets worse. The town newspaper, the Hidden Cove Courier, which recently went to online publication, has been running a daily blog by a reporter, Parker Allen. She named the thing Make It Right, which galls me. Of course, she’s in full agreement with the cutbacks but wants more of our hide.”

O’Malley raised his hand.

“Yeah, Brody, what?”

“Hell, Cal, firefighters were everybody’s heroes when our guys ran into the towers on 9/11. Now we’re just another organization to be cut.”

At the mention of 9/11, everybody went silent. The events of that day had changed Americans, none more than firefighters. Gabe and several members of the HCFD had gone down ten years ago to work at the pile, and some of the people sitting before him had lost relatives or close friends.

Cal’s expression was grim. “Life isn’t fair, I know.”

“I don’t mean any disrespect, Chief. Honest. But it galls me where the government chooses to cut. My brother Ryan says the same thing is happening in the police department. Ten percent across the board.”

“I know about the HCPD and I don’t like it any more than you do. And you’re not going to like what else Lois Lane is bitching about.”

More grumbling. Gabe didn’t know what the chief was referring to.

“She’s making noise in that blog of hers about our downtime. She wonders why people see us in supermarkets shopping together”—because it was the only way to get groceries for the meals they had to eat at the house—“and why we’re seen at Subway Station”— to have a freakin’ meal out once or twice—“and why we’re on Facebook and Twitter and other websites while on duty.”

Felicia raised her hand. One thing Gabe liked about his second in command was that she only spoke when she had something to say.

“Yeah, Lieutenant?”

“I’m guessing we can be more circumspect about being seen too much around town for a while, but the Facebook thing is totally bogus. We’re always waiting for a call, and it can be tedious. No reason why we shouldn’t be online after we do housework and training.” Felicia wasn’t done. “I’d like to spearhead some kind of publicity campaign to have our routine better understood by the public.”

“Good idea, Lieutenant.” The chief scanned the others. “Anybody want to work on that with Felicia?”

Sands spoke up. “I will, even if I’m at another firehouse.”

Wellington, who rarely said much, also jumped in. “I’d help, but then it’ll be the women taking over again. That sucks.”

The guys laughed. Brody tossed out, “We volunteer Ramirez. He’s as pretty as the rest of you.”

“All right, go for it,” the chief finished. “And I appreciate you not getting on me too badly. Believe me, the HCFD administrators are furious about the cuts and Allen’s crusade. That’s all I have to say.”

Gabe went back to the front. “Why don’t you take an hour to decompress, shoot the shit about the news and then we’ll start housework.”

They dispersed, except for Wellington. She stayed seated and looked over at him. Jesus, those eyes of hers about killed him sometimes. Though he couldn’t see their color from here, he knew they were hazel with specks of gold in them. He braced himself for the full onslaught of her presence—especially if she had on that bath lotion she wore after a shower—when she stood and took a step toward him.

o0o

Rachel was trying to stay away from the captain of her group, really she was, but she had to talk to him now. She only hesitated because he was visibly upset. He’d lost kids in fires—a firefighter’s worst nightmare—and once when a tanker crashed, spilling gasoline all over a highway, he’d laid foam on the flames with a steady hand. Even when the red devil reignited, it hadn’t fazed him. Now, he was concerned for his group, and he wasn’t afraid to let it show. Which was one more thing that she found unbelievably attractive about him.

Rachel stood and crossed the short distance to Gabe. “Hey, Cap.”

Up close, those dark chocolate eyes focused on her intently, sparking with remnants of anger in them. His brown hair was a little longer than he usually wore it. And damn it, his woodsy aftershave filled her head.

“Hey, Wellington.”

“I, um, wanted to ask what housework I’m assigned today, because I’m taking two extra days of furlough besides our four days off. I’m leaving at noon. Not a good time, I guess, to do that.”

“It’s fine. This shit with the reporter is making me crazy, but I refuse to deny my squad the time they need off for doctor’s appointments or the like.”

“Thanks. I’ll do my chores now if you tell me what they are.”

“Felicia made up the list today. It’s already posted.”

“Oh, okay.” She hesitated, not wanting to leave him yet. That had happened a lot lately. “I’m sorry you had to be the bearer of bad news.”

Sighing, he shook his head. “I can’t believe society is so down on us after all those accolades in 2001. Hell, some states are even trying to take away our collective bargaining rights.”

“People always go back to their old ways when a crisis is over.”

He gave her a little smile that jump-started her heart. “You’re pretty young to be that cynical, Wellington.”

“I’m older than my years. In any case, you did a good job, like your cousin said.”

“Thanks.” She was shocked when he reached out and touched her arm. Oh, he showed affection to other group members, but rarely to her. “Is everything okay? With the time off you need? You’re not sick, are you?”

“Nope, it’s a family thing.”

Cocking his head, he studied her, his intense gaze making her nerves jitter. She tried not to fidget. “You’ve been working here eighteen months and we still don’t know much about your family.”

“That’s okay. You don’t want to. You’re lucky to be part of the Malvaso clan.” She gave him a weak smile. “I’ll head out.”

He nodded. “Take care, then.”

Rachel left, thinking about the Malvaso family gatherings and the fun escapades they had together, which were legend in the department. But comparing her family to them wasn’t the worst part of being around Gabe Malvaso.

Her main concern was that she had the hots for her captain. Her feelings were totally unprofessional, not to mention more than stupid for a woman in today’s fire department.

o0o

The abandoned building on Jay Street was already filled with smoke when Rescue 7 pulled up to the site. As soon as the truck stopped, Gabe hopped off and headed to Incident Command.  In five minutes, his group was inside the building. The interior of the former department store consisted of large open spaces, which might make finding trapped victims easier. The fire was rolling, but the smoke wasn’t yet thick enough to blind them, as often happened. “Keep your gear tight and SCBA secure,” Gabe said through the radio attached to his face mask. “It’ll be bitchin’ hot in here, but don’t loosen up.”

Though their turnout gear was heavy, they needed the fireproof protection of helmet, bulky coats, pants and bunker boots. Air tanks, of course, were vital.

They went slow, all six of them. When they’d gone about twenty yards into the room, Gabe spotted a stairway leading to the second floor. “White, take Sands up with you. See if Truck 5 needs some help on search and rescue. O’Malley and Ramirez go left on this floor. Wellington, you’re with me.”

They separated and Gabe said a brief prayer that his group would be safe. He led the way through another corridor and reached an open doorway. The basement. “Stay here, Wellington, while I test the steps.”

As soon as Gabe went down a step, he realized it was spongy. But when he took a few more, he realized the staircase was too unsteady to hold up. They’d need ropes and backup to check the basement.

A loud boom rocked the building, then a second one. The entire structure shook, and the steps shifted beneath him. Gabe realized they were going to cave before he could get back up. When he turned to signal Wellington, he bumped right into her.

In seconds, the staircase collapsed and they fell with it.


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Too Jewish, Patty Friedmann {$2.99}

Too Jewish tells a story much like the central tale of the author’s young life: her father suffered from survivor guilt, all the while trying to make his way in a hostile society. Like Patty’s father, protagonist Bernie Cooper escapes Nazi Germany, leaving his mother behind, then tries to make a life for himself with a wealthy, thoroughly assimilated Jewish girl in the Deep South. But suddenly, snobberies he couldn’t even have guessed at are set in motion. It seems Letty’s prominent Jewish parents hate him for being…too Jewish! A bittersweet love story told in three novellas, each from the point of view of one member of the Cooper family.

What readers are saying:

“The Friedmann comic voice is filled with so much anger, outrage, astonishment, fear, resentment, and unleashed id that we readers nearly fall out of our chairs in wonder and laughter and shock.” -Oxford American

“Patty Friedmann may be the greatest New Orleans author of the past quarter century. If you like New Orleans, if you’re interested in its Jewish community or Southern life or simply the rhythms of America’s most unique city, you’ll love Too Jewish. And even if you don’t give a hoot about NOLA and its Jews, buy Too Jewish for another reason: it’s a great read.” -Failed Messiah

“Set primarily in post-war New Orleans, this novel presents the classic conflict faced by Jewish immigrants: assimilation versus preservation of culture, customs, and faith … Read this with a box of tissues . . . or a bag of Zapp’s, but read it. Whether you know from New Orleans or not, this novel will stay with you because these characters will enter your heart.” (Amazon review)

The average Amazon reader review is currently 4.5 stars {13 reviews}.

The Mercenary’s Price (Historical Romance Novella), C.J. Archer {$0.99}

Being a national treasure wouldn’t be such a curse if she only knew she could trust him.

Lady Eliza Harcourt, the queen’s seer, is in danger of being kidnapped. To avoid such a fate, she will be whisked to safety during a royal masked ball. But when the man doing the whisking turns out to be Thomas Blackstone, she’s no longer sure fleeing is a good idea.

Rejected by Eliza seven years earlier, Thomas has changed from the amiable second son of a lowly noble into a cold-hearted mercenary. Not only does she have to put up with the silent treatment, but she cannot be entirely certain he is on her side. The only thing she can be sure of is that he’s still bitter about the rejection. And that she still loves him.

NOTE: The Mercenary’s Price is a 23,000 word novella.

What readers are saying:

“a fun, quick and entertaining read. I would definitely read other works from this author because I enjoyed her writing style. WELL DONE!”

“Great writing and great romance at a very low price. I can’t recommend this book enough.”

The average Amazon reader review is currently 3.5 stars {4 reviews}.

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