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The Never by Kristina Circelli #Free for your Kindle

The Never - A Free Kindle
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“Part fantasy, part startling
depiction of a broken, shattered reality, this book is a story of

layers.”

You’ve dreamed of adventure,
excitement, a world away from your own. In The
Never by Kristina Circelli, fantasy becomes reality. Don’t miss the amazing adventure waiting for you in this FREE Kindle book!

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and its author? Check out the details below!

 

Synopsis:

*Due to sexual content, The Never is recommended
for readers ages 18+*

“Out of nothing, we create something.”

Arianna has spent her entire life being called a
dreamer, an artist who created a world no one else can see. And for her entire
life, she has taken the medication that keeps that world – and the one who
brought her there – at bay.

Now an adult, Arianna reawakens that part of
herself kept locked away in the darkest corners of her mind. When she hides her
medicine from her fiancé’s ever-watchful eye, he returns – the shadow in the
night who collects her for an adventure known only in her fantasies.

But something is different about this world called
The Never. It is no longer the cheerful place filled with light and laughter
that she knew as a child. Now, the sea creatures drag their visitors into the
depths of murky waters. The natives battle to the death against the tribe of
children. And the pirates, led by the feared captain called The Hunter, seek
out Arianna for their own sinister plans.

As Arianna goes deeper into The Never, she
discovers just what her connection to the land means – and must choose between
her life rooted in reality, and the world where anything is possible.

What Readers Are Saying:

 

“This book is an excellent escape, where your imagination can run wild as you drink in the beautiful realm called The Never.”

 

“It's the kind of book where you're sad when you've reached the end because the adventure is over. You fall in love with the characters and identify with each of them in some way.”

 

“A literal page-turner. A wonderful adventure!”

 

“Circelli…paints an achingly beautiful yet stark landscape in the reader's eye, a true vision of a land that lost its way along with the woman who lost her place in the world. I knew I was going to enjoy the writing right from the foreword, but I had no idea how deeply enthralling it would be.”

 

“Circelli wrote adventures that had me holding my breath…”

 

Meet the Author

Night owl, Dorito lover, and quiet
eccentric - Kristina Circelli shares her passion for fiction in her multi-genre
novels.

Her titles include The Sour Orange
Derby, a young adult novel about family and childhood imagination steeped in
southern traditions; Beyond the Western Sun and Walk the Red Road of The
Whisper Legacy, which centers on Native American cultures and the legends that
come to life in the spirit realm; and The Helping Hands, a book that follows a
gang of friends who rescue abused children.

Currently, Circelli works as a
copywriter supervisor, author, indie book editor, and creative writing professor at
the University of North Florida, where she received her Bachelor’s and Master’s
degrees in English. She resides in Florida, with her husband and two kittens, Lord Finnegin the Fierce and Master Malachi the Mighty.

 

 

Connect with Kristina:

Email:
Twitter:
@KCircelli

Website

Blog

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Page

 

 

 

Cover Revel of Courage - Mark of Nexus Book 2 - by Carrie Butler

Title: COURAGE
Series: Mark of Nexus - Book 2
Author: Carrie Butler
Category: New Adult (NA)
Genre: Paranormal Romance (PNR)
Release: October 15, 2013
Formats: E-Book & Paperback

Cover Credits:

Design: Carrie Butler

Photography: Subbotina Anna & Yuri Arcurs

Courage (Mark of Nexus #2) features four unique points-of-view. While the novel stands alone, it is best enjoyed after Strength (Mark of Nexus #1).

♥  ♥  ♥

Making a deal with the bad guys wasn’t the highlight of Rena Collins’ semester, but, hey, it saved her boyfriend. Now, in order to appease the human-altering organization known as ERA, she’ll crawl under their microscope while they study the Mark of Nexus and plot their eye-glazed version of the future—until she realizes that’s not all they’re plotting.

Wallace Blake has always known his girlfriend is unlike most girls. But now that information has surfaced regarding the two bloodlines that balance his supernatural race, he finally understands why. Rena belongs to one of them. She’s been augmenting his power, all along...

Enter: Corynn Catley. Brought into the country under the guise of an internship, she’s intended to become ERA’s secret weapon. Kind of. Her abilities cancel out Wallace’s, rendering him powerless, but that’s exactly what he’s always wanted. Too bad it only works when his girlfriend’s not around.

All the while, Rena fails to notice the crush her geeky best friend, Aiden Ross, is nursing. He’d give anything for her to see him in a new light—even reinvent himself through questionable means—but there’s a reason people are told to be careful what they wish for. Finding the courage to tell her could put everyone’s lives in danger.

Where to find Carrie:
WEBSITE  |  BLOG  |   TWITTER  |  FACEBOOK  |  GOODREADS  |  GOOGLE+  | NA ALLEY | PINTEREST 

Where to find Courage (Mark of Nexus #2):
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(http://www.carrieabutler.com/reviewers.html)


Book Trailer:

 

Release Day Blitz for Dreamscape by Christie Rich

The day is finally here! Dreamscape is the first book in the Netherworld series by Christie Rich, and because I'm awesome, I'm helping her out today!

Here's the blurb:

Every night before Amelia falls asleep she makes a wish to dream of him – the man who calls her to their beautiful private oasis, her sanctuary where she is free of her greedy landlord’s threats. But tonight, he will not call Amelia to him. Tonight, another man will step into her world to claim her. Tonight, Amelia’s shattering reality will crumble - and disappear into the Dreamscape…along with her freedom.

When Amelia dreams tonight, her nightmare becomes her new world where Seth is her captor and anything is possible…except escape. Seth needs Amelia to break the curse that binds him to the Dreamscape. He must convince her that she was made to free him, that she was made to join him.

For if he fails, he will never escape his prison, and he will lose Earth to the Netherworld where the evil Erobos wait to consume the human realm and everything in it. If he fails, Seth will lose the one thing that matters to him: Amelia.



How about an excerpt?

Amelia

 

Varner’s voice cuts through the front door

just before three juddering bangs reach me. “I know you’re in there, Amelia. If

you’re not gone by eight, I’m coming in.” His voice lowers, probably to avoid

wandering ears. My spine stiffens more with each word. “You’d better be ready

for me if you decide to stay.”

I’ve already packed my stuff. Pitiful as it

is, one beat-up suitcase sits by the door.

“Amelia!”

I turn up the volume on my MP3 player until

it won’t go any higher, clutching Justine’s picture to my chest. “Yeah!” I

yell, my voice tight with anger. Hot tears cut a path down my cheeks. I scrub

them away before they can slide any farther. To take my mind off the pit in my

stomach, I grit my teeth until my jaw hurts. I need more time, but I’m not

about to give Varner what he wants for it. “I got it. Go! Away!” I pull one bud

out of my ear to make sure he’s leaving.

He says something about not signing leases

with old ladies before his voice fades into nothing. The lecher thinks he’s got

me.

Ha. No one has me, especially not him. And

to think I used to consider him cute.

When I told Varner ‘no’ earlier, he didn’t

exactly take me at my word, until I landed a good hit to his jugular. He shoved

me down, and I let him go. On his way out he made no pretense about eyeing

what’s left of Justine’s china doll collection. The minute he was through the

door, I smashed the majority of them rather than have him get his hands on

them. I really don’t have room, but I couldn’t destroy her favorite. She said

it looked just like me.

I sold everything else to make last month’s

rent, but I ran out of time with the dolls. I was hoping for a collector.

It doesn’t matter now.

Even though I’ve tried to pick up extra

shifts at the diner, tips have been awful. I have two hundred bucks in my

account, which Varner is not getting a penny of. I need everything I have to

find a place to live. The reality of the moment sets in. This is my final night

in Justine’s apartment.

The shabby place shouldn’t mean anything to

me, but it still smells like her. She had this sweet perfume that she liked to

slather on. I got used to it after a while. She wasn’t exactly old, either.

Varner’s just too strung out to know the difference. He doesn’t even own the

place, but he’s way better to deal with than his psychotic uncle, who likes to

call me his chipmunk when nobody else is looking. One way or another, I’ll be

out of here by six.

Justine used to say, “Stay sharp, kid. No

one knows when their time’s up.” Well, she sure didn’t. Justine was my grandma.

She died last month at only fifty-eight. She didn’t even get a lousy funeral.

They stuck her in a furnace and handed me her remains. I took her up Provo

canyon to Sundance and watched her float away on the wind. The cremation was

expensive enough that I couldn’t afford a separate plot for her. I couldn’t

have brought myself to visit the cemetery anyway. Besides, we all crumble to

dust one way or another. She is better off flying.

No matter what my life becomes, Justine

saved me from tumbling around the foster system. I had a few years of stable,

and I’ll never forget what she did for me. She helped me to see there are other

ways of living. Although we didn’t have much to live on, we were never short on

love.

I miss her fiercely. If she were here, she’d

tell me to get over it, so I’m trying.

Thank my lucky stars she waited until I got

my diploma to ditch me; although, I’m not quite sure how it’ll help me now. I’m

alone in this world.

My mom only made it to twenty-one before she

overdosed on crack. My dad lasted to a ripe old age of thirty. He got killed in

some weird accident when I was twelve. I never saw him anyway, so my life

hasn’t been much different since he bit it. As far as I know, he was short on

family too. If he does have family stashed somewhere on this planet, I probably

wouldn’t want to know them. He never did a thing for me, so why would they?

Justine was my ticket to normal, and she

left me with no money, no prospects—unless you count the hazy offer I got from

Roberto.

I hang out with him when I have nothing else

to do. When I told him the news he graciously asked me to share his pad under

the viaduct. I gave him a swift ‘no thank you’ even though I should have told

him not even if I weren’t half his age and he had most of his teeth. I couldn’t

hurt his feelings like that. One day, once I’m settled and he’s still around,

I’m going to do something to help him.

If I hadn’t just turned eighteen I might

have found somewhere to camp in the foster system for a while. As horrible of a

thought as it is, being homeless is probably better than wading through

families until one stuck or I got kicked out again.

With nothing else to do, I try to sleep. Try

is the operative word. Ever since my grandma went, I can’t seem to stay in slumberland.

It doesn’t help that I haven’t seen Jason, either.

Although Jason is a figment of my

imagination, he’s helped me through some rough times. I’ve dreamt of him every

night for nearly four years now, at least I used to. I haven’t had that particular

dream in two weeks, and as stupid as it is, I miss him. After Justine died, he

held me on the grass while I cried, listening to the beat of his heart and the

thrum of the waterfall behind us. I’ve wished him alive or that I could join

him in that place for good so many times. I cry every time I wake up without

him.

Maybe it’s for the best that he’s gone.

Dreams aren’t real, and a dream boyfriend can’t help me find a new place to

live.

I shift onto my side, adjusting my pillow,

trying not to think about the dingy beige carpet under my arms. It prickles my

skin, but everything else is gone. Even if I hadn’t already packed the one I

kept, it’s too hot for a blanket.

Focusing on the beat of the music, I sway,

Justine’s picture lying beside me, and will myself to sleep. Somewhere between

my thoughts about tomorrow and dawn I drift away.

My dreams shift and whirl until my mind

rests in the familiar oasis I’ve sought out for years. Finally.

The afternoon sun warms my moistened skin as

I take in the jagged cliffs in front of me and the thick jungle that surrounds

the pool, trying to locate him. The breeze brings an intoxicating aroma of

tropical blooms. Every time I come here, I’m wet, yet I don’t know how I got

that way. “Jason?” I call.

No answer.

Where is he?

My teeth clamp onto the inside of my upper

lip. I’ve never been away from the water, but I need to find him. He has to be

here.

If nothing else, I’d like to tell him

goodbye…thank you. I have no idea if I’ll see him again, and his absence

presses in on me. This world is not right without him.

The cool grass bends under my bare feet

while a breeze blows wet tendrils into my eyes. I glance up at the falls. Last

time I was here, Jason dared me to dive from the top of the waterfall. Here, I

can do anything. Fear is meaningless, or is it? Strangely, tension prickles my

spine.

A foreign tremor rushes along my skin,

leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. I scan every inch of the landscape

until my eyes meet someone else’s gaze.

It is not Jason.

The man is tall with dark hair like Jason,

but everything else about him is wrong. He’s standing twenty feet away from me

at the edge of the jungle. The wind picks up, blowing his brown locks around

his chiseled features.

As he steps closer, I glance behind me to

the pool, judging the distance. I should be able to get away from him if I need

to.

When I face him again, he’s standing

directly in front of me. My heart explodes and my body coils to run.

He doesn’t move to touch me, but his eyes

hold a warning his lips confirm. “We have no time. He’s coming for you. Learn

all you can then find me. Prepare yourself!”

I jolt upright, my fingers digging into the

carpet. I’m breathing so hard I have to wait a minute to stand up. What the

hell kind of dream was that?

Somehow, I always thought the oasis was mine

and Jason’s, as if no one else existed but us. That guy violated our sanctuary.

A gusty laugh comes out of me from the thought. A dream man violated my dream.

His warning still echoes in my throbbing veins.

A bit unsteady, I make my way into the

kitchen. My fingers fumble for the light switch, but nothing happens when I

flip it. Yeah, I forgot. The power was shut off yesterday. At least the water

still works.

I hope.

Clutching my cup, I fiddle with the sink

until I finally get the knob to twist. The tepid water eases my dry throat, but

it does nothing for my nerves, or my belly. It groans at me again. I’m going to

have to eat soon, even if I have to check the dumpsters behind Fred’s Bakery.

There’s no point in checking the fridge. I found the final remnants of food the

day before last. For not the first time, I wonder what I’m going to do when

tomorrow comes. Two hundred dollars aren’t enough for anything. Even if I use

it only for food, it will disappear before I get paid again, and that’s

assuming I don’t get canned for not having a mailing address.

Even though it’s three AM, I’m gonna head

out. I have a lot to do today, and since I can’t sleep, I might as well get

started. When I find the faucet again and shut it off, my ears prickle with an

unwelcome noise.

A door creeks open and I stiffen where I

stand.

Varner.

All I’ve got to defend myself are my fists,

my feet and my plastic cup. My knife is in my bag. Light from the living room

filters through the doorway. He probably thinks he’s gonna blind me with his

flashlight so he can get his greedy hands on me. Not in this lifetime.

I inch my way to the doorway and peek around

it. What meets my gaze doesn’t make any sense.

A man stands opposite me, framed by the

closet. His big body could never be mistaken for that of Varner Walsh.

The light behind him comes from a roaring

fire that somehow spans forever. Orange flames dance and flicker, casting his

face in shadow while haloing him in gold.

I’m dreaming. I have to be.

I’ve had some weird ones lately, but nothing

has been as real as this. When I dig my nails into my palms, the dream theory

disintegrates with the pain.

Maybe he’s a fireman, but where’s the smoke?

Why aren’t the flames burning anything? Where’s his gear? He’s wearing a suit

for hell’s sake.

His face turns as if he’s scanning the room,

so I take the opportunity to scurry to the opposite wall.

My pulse pounds in my ears and sweat drips

down my back. From here, the front door is four, maybe five lunges away. If he

goes into the bedroom, I might be able to—

“Amelia?” he calls, his deep voice somehow

familiar.

That’s impossible. I don’t know him, but

even if I did I wouldn’t stick around. Who told this guy I was here? He can’t

be with Child Protective Services. I no longer qualify. My mind flits back to

the weird fire. I’m not sticking around to figure out his magic act.

I make my move, jetting through the

near-empty living room. My fingers fumble with the bolt before I move for the

lock on the knob. I’m taking too long. He’s going to—

Arms clamp around me, hauling me up against

a wall of muscle. The shock nearly makes me pee myself. My mouth opens on a

scream, but he whirls me around and tosses me over his shoulder, cutting off my

air.

I kick and punch and bite into cloth. He twists

around, making my head spin on delirium.

I scream for help, but my throat thickens

immediately. I struggle to breathe. I can’t think.

He bends until my face is right over his

rear end, but he stands up before I can sink my teeth into anything substantial.

As if he’s getting comfortable, he jostles me around. My pulse quickens while

my head hurts from the rush of blood and fear. When he moves toward the closet,

I find my voice.

“Help!” I scream, kicking and punching

against his hard muscles.

No one answers as he plunges us into the

flames.

I expect death, but what I get is deposited

on my rear end in a spacious room with a wall of fire at my back. My eyes sweep

the perimeter of what looks like an upscale apartment with a bed tucked in one

corner and a living area in front of me. The dark paneled walls lend an old

world feel that is only mirrored by the heavy furnishings. There are rich

velvets and leather. Even the air is different. Instead of Justine’s sweet

scent, a dark musk fills the space.

How is this possible? We were just in my

hall closet.

The man steps away from me. His chest lifts

with each sharp breath he takes.

The flames should have fried me, but I’m

here. I have to be dreaming. The only thing is, I don’t quite think I am. It’s

absurd to think that, but the heat from the fire wall has intensified now that

the guy is standing away from me. Sweat drips down my scalp and my shirt clings

to my back. I’m going to have to move soon.

The only thing is I don’t know what this guy

will do. I turn my head and look through the flames, but all I see is a huge

pendulum, like from a clock, swinging back and forth.

All of the sudden the flames disappear and

all that remains is a crevice that runs the length of what should be a wall.

The pendulum is easier to see now, at least the lower half. The upper part of

it is cut off by the ceiling. Only darkness lies beyond the fire pit, like it

opens into a cavern.

This has got to be the strangest place I’ve

ever seen.

“I know you must be frightened,” says the

man. “I’m sorry about that. I have much to explain to you. Would you please

join me on the sofa?”

“As if,” I tell him. Even though I’m still

thinking this has to be a dream, I ask, “Who are you? What is this place? Why

am I here?”

His voice comes out low, guttural. “You

don’t remember me?”

“I’ve never seen you in my life.”

Intense blue eyes latch onto mine. “Things

are not always what they appear, Amelia.”

This is a dream. He’s a figment of my

imagination.

A smile stretches on his full lips. “In

time, all will be revealed.”

He takes a step toward me and I jump to my

feet. I move back and back until my feet are near the pit. Even this close, I

can’t see what’s beyond it.

“Stay away from me,” I tell him.

He spreads his hands, but his eyes are wild.

Veins on his forearms bulge as he puts his hands in his pockets. “Please. Let

me explain.”

I nod, taking a seat on the floor again.

There is no way I’m getting anywhere near him, dream or not.

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About the Author

 

I grew up daydreaming about

fairytales, and my love for discovering new worlds has never died. I am not one

of those writers who always knew I would write. I thought that was what other

people did until one day a few years ago, I took a challenge from a friend and

typed my first words. My journey has been wonderful, and I cannot imagine a day

where I would ever give up writing. My love for reading is what fueled my

imagination in the first place and still does. When I am not writing or

reading, I am enjoying family time with my husband and two children. My family

and I live in a quiet community in Northern Utah, and I am so thankful for the

rich life I have been blessed with.

Release Day Blitz ~ Indelible

Release Day Blitz ~ Indelible by Bethany Lopez
 

 

 

Release Date: July 9, 2013

Photo by K Keeton Designs

Cover by B Design

Indelible is a New Adult Contemporary Romance

Blurb:
After a year of partying, Sam decides to buckle down and focus on college. Things are going great until a one-night stand leaves her pregnant and alone. Raising a child while going to school isn’t easy, but Sam is determined to be strong for her daughter. She doesn’t have time for guys or relationships, and takes great care to protect her child and her heart.

Judd doesn’t fit the mold of a college ballplayer. His long hair and tattoos may fit the life he’s created for himself, but baseball is the one thing he takes seriously. When he meets Sam, he’s immediately drawn to her curves and refusal to put up with his crap. When Judd learns the truth, can he handle the responsibility that comes with loving a single mother?

Sam yearns for the fire that Judd fuels in her, but her child’s needs have to come first. Can two people at different stages in their life find a way to make a life together?               

Purchase Links

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About the Author:

 

Bethany Lopez began self-publishing in June 2011. Since then she has published various YA and NA books. She is a lover of romance, family, and friends, and enjoys incorporating those things in what she writes. When she isn't reading or writing, she loves spending time with her husband and children, traveling whenever possible.

 

 

 

Five Questions with Kailin Gow

Five Questions with Kailin Gow

 

 

1. When you think of your favorite books, what is it that draws you to them and makes you want to read them over and over again?

When a moment in a book rings true with me, when there is something universal in the book that says something about the human experience, about people and society. To me, a book has to be an experience, not just something to pass the time, but a moment in time that transport you into another experience.

2. Did you consciously decide to write the genre you write, or did it choose you?

It chose me. My first books were fantasy books for middle grade girls, published about 12 years ago when 9/11 happened. The type of book I wanted to write had to be magical and inspiring, yet down-to-earth enough to speak to an audience whom I felt did not have much of a selection back then. When my audience grew from middle grade age to teen to young adult to new adult and now to adult, I continued to write with these girls (now young women) in mind.

3. If you could sit down for a drink and a chat with any writer, who would it be, and why?

The authors in the Algonquin Group, Charles Dickens, Madeline L. Engle, Shakespeare, Stephen King, and Anne Rice. Why? Because these authors were pioneers and leaders in their type of writing. They set the stage for other authors to follow. I think when an author's book is fortunate enough to become popular enough to be a cultural icon, like Harry Potter (which revitalized reading for many), then that author should embrace it and realize there will be followers. There will be many publishers who suddenly want to jump on the train to publish the same type of book. It's like the movie industry...suddenly there is a big push for superhero films or zombie films or end-of-the-world films.

What I admire about these authors is they realize they are the trendsetters and carry on.

4. When you are not writing (or reading) what is your favorite pastime?

Traveling, discovering locations for settings, trying new foods, meeting and talking to people, watching films, helping build homes, volunteering at the American Red Cross to teach first aid and cpr to save lives, and helping girls and women in self-esteem/leadership development through the Girl Scouts and other organizations I volunteer or am a sponsor.

5. At what point were you sure that your book was ready to be published, and how did you go about making it happen?

You have to trust your instincts, and you also have to understand story structure and flow. My style of writing doesn't follow any trend or formula (I don't even know the latest since I'm too busy writing what is true to the story I want to tell). For me, it's an instinct as well as having had a decade of professional writing experience in business and television. How did I make it happen? That's a long story but it's better explained here:

Learn more about Kailin Gow here:

https://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?docId=1001175831

Five Questions with M.R. Joseph

Five Questions with M.R. Joseph

 

1.     When you think of your favorite books, what is it that draws you to them and makes you want to read them over and over again?       

     The fact that I can sit there and imagine the characters, how they look, what they see, feel their emotions. I can read several books over again because the stories impact me and stick with me so much.

2.     Did you consciously decide to write the genre you write, or did it choose you? 

     I chose to write the genre I do. I am a romantic. I believe in true love, soul mates, fate, and all that mushy stuff. I'm just a believer in all things love so I wanted to write about it.

3.     If you could sit down for a drink and a chat with any writer, who would it be, and why?

    That's a toughie. I have so many literary heroes so It's hard for me to chose. I guess it would have to be all my favorite Indie Authors. They are my inspirations. They are the reasons I started to read again, and then began my writing journey. They are my motivators.

4.     When you are not writing (or reading) what is your favorite pastime?

     I'm a mommy! I have two very active kiddos, so spending time with them and my husband is my favorite past time. What I love to do is sing. I actually went to college for it for a short time. I'm always singing around the house, with the kids, in the car, at a wedding , at a bar, singing the National Anthem at a sporting event in our town. Not  a lot of my readers know this.

5.       At what point were you sure that your book was ready to be published, and how did you go about making it happen?

     I knew it was ready when I let my husband read my first book draft, he looked at me and said, "I think we have something here." Then it was all about researching what would work best, and I found that being an Indie Author was the way to go, and I have learned so much since then. Things I had no idea about, and I just continue to learn, listen to others, and follow my dreams.

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http://www.amazon.com/Belong-With-Reunion-Series-ebook/dp/B00BWU0R32/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1

 

 

 

 

Five Questions with Julie Prestsater

Five Questions with Julie Prestsater

 

 

1. When you think of your favorite books, what is it that draws you to them and makes you want to read them over and over again?

 

I love books that make me laugh and have a sense of family. And a sweet HEA. I can't read a drag it out, tear jerker over and over.

2. Did you consciously decide to write the genre you write, or did it choose you?

 

It chose me. I'm a swooner. I ooo and awww over everything. Romance was just natural for me. So was YA since I spend 180 days a year with teenagers.

3. If you could sit down for a drink and a chat with any writer, who would it be, and why?

 

Such a hard question!

I think it would be Christie Ridgway. The few times I've met her, she was a total hoot. So much fun and full of energy. We've had some really cool conversations, but we're always on the run. I think we have a lot that we can learn from each other.

4. When you are not writing (or reading) what is your favorite pastime?

 

Watching sappy made-for-TV romance movies in my jammies.

5. At what point were you sure that your book was ready to be published, and how did you go about making it happen?

 

Oh shit. I still question whether any of them are ready to be published. It's freaking scary. Haha. Well, when I was happy with my book and completely loved it, I did my research. Lots and lots of research. It's easier now. I think I have the whole self-publishing process down from a publisher standpoint.

 

 

 

Find more information about Julie and her books here: http://juliepbooks.com/adult-books/the-against-the-wall-series/playing-chase/

Five Questions with Kimberly Knight

Five Questions with Kimberly Knight

1. When you think of your favorite books, what is it that draws you to them and makes you want to read them over and over again?

A captivating story that makes me fall in love with the characters and want to keep reliving their lives. I’ve only re-read a few books in my lifetime though.

2. Did you consciously decide to write the genre you write, or did it choose you?

I decided to write this genre. It’s what I like to read but I am thinking of doing another genre in the future.

3. If you could sit down for a drink and a chat with any writer, who would it be, and why?

Sylvia Day. I love her writing and her stories. I would love to pick her brain on how she writes those awesome stories so fast and how she comes up with them.

4. When you are not writing (or reading) what is your favorite pastime?

Catching up on all my TV shows that are on my DVR. I’ve had to cut back on them since I write and read a lot now, but there are some that I can’t get enough of and take the time to watch them instead of write or read.

5. At what point were you sure that your book was ready to be published, and how did you go about making it happen?

Haha, well, I still have doubts even though I have a big fan base. It is still so surreal for me. I didn’t start writing my first book to publish it. I wrote it to see if I could. After a few friends that read a ton of romance books like I do, read it and told me it was good, I decided to hire an editor and then publish it myself.

You can learn more about Kimberly Knight on her Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Kimberly-Knight/e/B00APPPCKI/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1372687595&sr=1-2-ent