Romance book teaser blog : August 2019

My partner and I have spent countless man-hours hunting down the cold-blooded killer who did this to her. Meanwhile, Lily’s spent her waking hours recovering. Getting stronger. Getting smarter.

Staying beautiful.

Never get involved emotionally. That’s my dictate. Never get attached.

When you realize you’re caught in a triangle, it turns out there is no exit.

Crossing a line is easy. Holding a line takes strength.

Lily’s shooter knows that she’s my weakness.

And he’s about to exploit that by breaking a line and escaping, claiming a hostage in the process.

One I have to get back.

No matter what it takes.

False Hope is book 2 in the False trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine.

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FALSE START (Book 3)

Release Date: September 17, 2019

This isn't how my life is supposed to end.

Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed to deceive.

Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An object.

But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.

Like love.

I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.

If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.

Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it's finally giving out. Giving way.

Giving up.

I know Duff, though.

He never will.

Blink.

Read the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.

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Author Bio:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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“She’s awake ! She’s coming out of it! My Lily is waking up!” Mom shouts. “We have to tell everyone! We have to keep her awake. Tom! Doctor! Help!”

I look behind her. A crew of white lab coats has appeared, jabbering. And next to them, the man in dark clothes. I know I can squeeze.

I know it is light. I know it is.

I know something else, too.

I know who that man is.

Because that is the man who shot me in the head.

The man who wants me dead.

And his eyes are staring right into my soul.

The mystery that unfolds on a dark, eerie back road in upstate New York sends Nick Dowling on a frantic quest to understand his past. #mystery #scifi

Science Fiction, mystery, fantasy

Date Published: February 6, 2018

Publisher: Chattercreek

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The mystery that unfolds on a dark, eerie back road in upstate New York sends Nick Dowling on a frantic quest to understand his past. What he discovers about himself slowly drives him toward madness. Where does the truth unfold, in mystery or in the dream? Is truth the illusion he can't embrace? Just who is Nick Dowling?

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Suddenly he noticed lights, as if coming from a house. Thinking he might finally be off Fox Hollow Road and onto something that would take him into town, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shit," he said, as he got closer to the house. "Looks like a frigging dead-end."

He slapped his hand on the steering wheel. He decided to knock on the door and ask for directions as he stopped the jeep near the driveway. It was quiet, desolate. He took a deep breath and confronted his fear. "Get hold of yourself, man," he said.

Nick stared back at the farmhouse. It was familiar, which was not unusual. At every turn in upstate New York there was a farmhouse.

"A compelling sight," he said.

The house was stately and white. Lace curtains moved with the wind, like the porch swing. He could hear the creak. The house stood against the night in shades of grey, like an old postcard photograph picked up at a flea market. Nick could see bicycles lying on the grass. A dog lifted his head from the porch and stared at him. Nick felt strangely nostalgic.

He'd assumed years ago that he'd been raised in Phoenicia, New York, because that's what it said on the hotel register when he checked out of the room he'd awoken in, with no memory at all of how he had gotten there. Phoenicia, New York, was another small town within biking distance. He must have been on a lot of country roads in his childhood, staring at houses just like this one. He never went to Phoenicia, though, it was too frightening to confront a past he couldn't recall, but he'd insisted on buying a second house in New Kingston after finding the town on a Google search for vacation homes. Had he subliminally chosen to be near Phoenicia?

He didn't have any answers, perhaps he never would. Perhaps he didn't want them. As he stared at the house, it drew him in, engulfing him in a black and white fantasy, like an old film. He couldn't have any connection at all to this farmhouse. New Kingston wasn't written on the hotel register.

Nick stared at the house for several more minutes before the image faded, simply drifted off into the night, leaving behind a phantasmal mist. Nick drifted into the ebbing image, falling into a mindless stupor, as if inebriated.

"God," he cried out. "What the hell is happening to me?"

He struggled to escape the blank plateau into which he had fallen, but he couldn't. It was as if his thoughts were being gripped by a distant hand. He suddenly felt floated right up to a shadowy shape in the sky.

"Leave me alone!" he shouted.

His head fell sharply to his shoulder, an action that seemed to come from somewhere else, another person―another body.

"Stress can cause people to black out," Jenna once told him.

"Yes, of course, that's it―stress," Nick whispered. He looked back at the house again. The noise returned, overbearingly loud―the drill into concrete...deafening.

Quickly switching the radio back on to fight the noise, he thought about screaming out for help. The sound hovered above him, precariously close.

He turned the radio up louder. Nothing but static―Damn.

The noise continued...threatening to use its power...devour him. It was directly over his head, so very close. He felt lifted by it, lifted up to someplace far, as far as space.

"This is madness," he whispered. "This is impossible."

He had spent his entire adulthood distracted by the ordinary pressures of survival. He never considered himself particularly introspective, not much caring to delve into the remnants of feelings hidden beneath the debris of inconsequential information―feelings his wife insisted were vital links to his mental well-being. Nick never questioned his life after waking up in a Chelsea hotel with no past. He walked out into the city and survived. Surviving took up all his time, owned his thoughts. He didn't need to know the rest, the forgotten past. The only choices he needed to make were the ones he faced in his profession as a circulation vice president for a major New York newspaper. It took twenty years, but he finally had an executive's salary.

He didn't want to know his inner life. The dreams he had over the years had been too disturbing to probe―images of violent anger, blood everywhere he looked, murders he could not explain.

"My inner life is uneventful and average," he'd told Jenna when they first met. "I can't devote much time thinking about it."

And then, years later, new torment, new dreams...monsters haunted his sleep, metaphors for himself, he surmised.

No, Nick did not want to find his past or obsess on any uncomfortable emotions, especially not with his dreams, blood on his hands, a dead child at his feet...a battered woman.

"Am I insane?" He looked out into the night and shook his head. "Am I?"

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He switched the radio back off and listened for the quiet stillness of night to return, soft and melodic. He listened until all he heard was the wind.

As he stared back at the old farmhouse tears came into his eyes. He suddenly wanted to leap from the car and run to the front door, as if he belonged there, behind the majesty of its silent repose.

I'm home. Mom! I'm home, he wanted to shout.

His eyes blinked as the lights in the farmhouse flickered. He switched the radio back on. He needed the music to ground him, but the static had returned with an irritating repetition. He tried to find a clear station. He was agitated. He wanted to get the hell out of there. He knew that by now the only general store in town would be closed and he'd have to deal with the supermarket for a

lousy quart of milk. He hated the supermarket: big, cold places...so why the hell can't I get off this damn road and make it to the goddamn general store?

"Shit," he said, switching off the radio altogether.

The lights from the house flickered again, as if an electrical storm was passing over, but the night was clear. Nick backed the jeep up, deciding he would leave the way he had come in...no need to ask for directions. As his breathing returned to normal, he was grateful for its steady rhythm. He was making rational decisions like his old self. It had all been imagination, just imagination.

As Nick backed up the jeep, he noticed a man at the window of the old house peering through a torn shade.

"What the hell happened to the lace?" He whispered as he stared in awe at the tattered blind. He quickly thought of his wife and the look in her large dark eyes as she gave him that half parted smile and suggested therapy. How the hell would he ever explain any of this to her?

He sat quietly. His eyes drifted back to the house. He looked quickly for the dog. All he saw was a tired old porch―empty...no porch swing. No dog.

"Shadows playing tricks," he said. The oblique shape in the sky expanded and lowered itself closer to the Earth.

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Olivia Hardy Ray is the pen name for Vera Jane Cook, who is the author of Dancing Backward in Paradise, 2007 winner of the Indie Excellence Award for notable new fiction and an Eric Hoffer Award for publishing excellence, also in 2007. Dancing Backward in Paradise received a 5 Star Review from ForeWord Clarion. The Story of Sassy Sweetwater was a finalist for the ForeWord Clarion Book of the Year Award and the recipient of a five star review from ForeWord Clarion. Where the Wildflowers Grow was her third southern fiction novel and is receiving 5 star reviews from Amazon.com. Her latest southern fiction novel just released is Pleasant Day. Her woman’s fiction novel is Lies a River Deep and the soon to be released ‘Kismet’. Under her pen name she is also the author of Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem, and Pharaoh's Star. The sequel to Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem is Annabel Horton and the Black Witch of Pau. That novel will be released this summer. Jane, as she is called by friends and family, writes in the genres she loves: southern fiction, women's fiction, mystery and fantasy paranormal fiction. She lives on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with her spouse, her Basenji/Chihuahua mix, Roxie, her Dachshund, Karly, her Chihuahua, Peanut, and her two pussycats, Sassy and Sweetie Pie.

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Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 6/25/2019

James Stonewoll is an Elite Assassin for the Under Realm Syndicate—an expert hunter and merciless killer. As a former pirate, he thrives on danger, the more perilous the mission, the better and he can't resist his newest contract: eliminate a rebel shape-shifting magic thief that stalks the border of the Under Realm kidnapping and murdering innocent Others. But never did the centuries old vampire anticipate playing hero to a mythical temptress with luscious curves, tantalizing lips, and hypnotic eyes.

Captured and held prisoner, Katya Moro was trapped in a seemingly endless loop of unimaginable agony as her magic was slowly being torn from her soul. A gasp away from death, she is rescued by a sinful kiss and awakens in the strong arms of a powerful warrior whose roguish smile, sharp fangs, and intense strength unlock dormant instincts within her, an all-consuming madness that demands complete surrender.

Gazing down at her, James knew he had to kill her. Dark Magic Wielders, like the beautiful female he’d found, were a grave threat to human society and were not permitted to roam the mortal world. But Katya’s smoky voice and sweet kisses stir a fierce hunger inside him. She is unpredictable, uncontrollable and wickedly seductive—his perfect kind of dangerous. To keep her safe, James will protect her from the magic thieves that hunt her and his fellow assassins until he can find a way to return Katya to her home in the Under Realm.

Can Katya’s passion conquer the darkness within his soul?

Welcome to the blog, Amanda. I have some questions for you.

1 – Do You See Writing as a Career?

I would love to be able to write full time someday. It has been my dream since I began writing when I was in middle school.

2 – What was the Hardest Part of Your Writing Process?

The most difficult part of the writing process for me is the back cover blurbs. Summarizing the entire story without giving too much away while making the book sound interesting is tougher than it seems. I go through draft after draft after draft.

3 – Did you have any One Person Who Helped You Out with Your Writing Outside of Your Family?

My very good friend, Rebecca, has been my sounding board/beta reader since we were in high school. She helps me think through storylines, characters, and sometimes remembers more of my book backgrounds/foundations more than I do. She is a great help with brainstorming. Without her, and my husband - who knows everything about my books without having to read them - I don’t think I would be this far in my writing career.

4 – What is next for your writing?

With Wicked Passion’s (Under Realm Assassins #3) release, I will now shift gears and focus on the next item on my project board, The Darkest Light, which is a new series. I hope to release The Darkest Light this fall and then return to the Under Realm world to work on Fade to Night (Under Realm Assassins #4). 2019 is going to be a busy year for me and I love it!

5 – Do you have an addiction to reading as well as writing? If so, what are you currently reading?

Reading was my gateway drug for writing. I began my addition to both reading and writing with Companions of the Night by Vivian Vande Velde. The gothic feel of her writing, the darkness surrounding her world and the vampire hero hooked me. For my reading challenge on Goodreads I’ve already surpassed my 50 book reading goal for the year. I’m currently reading Lord of Lies by Amy Sandas

Now for some fun questions

This or That?

1 - iPd or Mp3? SiriusXM

2 – Chocolate or Vanilla? Not a huge fan of either

3 – Mashed Potatoes or French Fries? Any potatoes

4 – Comedy or Drama? Comedy

5 – Danielle Steel or Nicholas Sparks? Danielle Steel

6 – Fantasy or Reality? Fantasy

7 – Call or Text? Text

8 – Public School or Home School? Public school

9 – Coffee or Hot Chocolate Coffee!

10 – eBook or Paperback? Paperback

Thank you for visiting.

About the Author

Amanda J. Greene is the author of the captivating Rulers of Darkness and enticing Under Realm Assassins series. Fans of Nalini Singh’s, Gena Showalter, and J.R. Ward will fall in love with Ms. Greene’s dangerously sexy heroes and strong, kick your teeth in heroines.

She lives in Southern California with her supportive military husband and their two fur babies—a sweet cocker spaniel and a rambunctious black mouth cur mix. Between working full time in higher education and family life, she finds time to write and create detailed worlds with exciting characters for her ravenous readers.

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His gaze dipped to her mouth and again she felt the sparks of desire. Her eyes went wide, excitement spiked her pulse, nervousness fluttered in her belly, and fear whispered over her skin.

He—the vampire, the assassin—wanted to kiss her!

Katya shook her head and would’ve placed distance between them if she could. Kissing was not a good idea and after what had just happened she doubted she could take from him at all.

“I‒We can’t,” she whispered.

He arched a brow. “Can’t?” His lips curled at the corners. “Shouldn’t? Perhaps.” He shrugged. “But we most certainly can.”

“You’re of the Shade. A vampire, protected against magic. You’ll take what power I have.”

She weakly shook her head. “I can’t feed on you. I’ll need someone el—” His rough growl made her snap her mouth shut.

“You can’t take without my consent.”

“But before.”

His jaw clenched all trace of his easy-going nature gone. “You tried to steal from me.”

She glanced away, ashamed by the truth of his words. “Not on purpose,” she insisted.

“Nor did I purposely sap your energy. Your magic triggered my instinctive defenses.” His expression relaxed. “But I want to help you.”

Katya met his gaze again. The intensity of his bronze stare sent heat spiraling through her.

“Your magic is weak and unstable. I felt it and how badly you…” His fingers traced the column of her throat. “I need to help you.”

Her tongue ran over her lips as expectation sizzled up her spine. To know his kiss, his taste, did she dare? A simple kiss, just one, was all she needed.

“Let me hear you say it, dove.”

The darkness of him, it beckoned to her. She couldn’t…she shouldn’t, but…Katya swallowed hard and, finding her voice, she said, “Yes.”

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