Monday, March 19, 2018

Shifter School by Gwendolyn Druyor - Book Tour and Giveaway

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She’s gonna get them all killed.

So they locked her away.

Laylea has been hiding her entire life. She’s never been to school. She’s never had a friend her own age. She’s never known anyone else like her.

All that is about to change.

In a world hidden from wyrdos and humans alike, shifters are still recovering from a vicious plot to destroy them all. They have two laws they live by now:

1) Hide

2) Protect the children at all costs.

Laylea has just broken rule number one. But she’s only fourteen. So they’re sending her to school. Where she’s going to learn . . .

Anyplace can be a prison.

The Lincoln Park Shifter School is not your grandma’s uber-secret, underground academy.


A long, shrill scream drew Laylea back into the zoo. The guard who didn’t want to be called Beta was backing away from a tall black man in jeans, a button-down, and Fox sandals. 

“Kyle!” Laylea screamed his name even as she heard KC screaming hers. “Kyle! You’re a good man! Think of Jeannie and KJ!”

The vampire looked her way. His familiar, affable smile appeared and he waved at her. “We’re just gonna have a talk. Get back to school, you reprobate.”

Then the smile melted away as though it had never been and Kyle stalked out of sight. 

“Lee, come on.” KC yanked her out the entrance. 

“No,” She tried to pull away but KC was strong. “I have to help him.”

“No one can help that guy now.”

Tears poured down Laylea’s face. KC was right. If Kyle had already killed a pack of werewolves, Laylea wasn’t going to be able to stop him from killing one guard. But she had to try. She hadn’t spent the last seven months hiding him from Dee and Morioka and everyone else just to give up on Kyle now. “I can.”

She yanked her arm out of KC’s grip and they both fell on the uneven steps of the plinth.

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What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

I believe in truth. Like, violently. So it’s hard when reality shifts beneath your feet. 

My partner, Jeff, and I were crafting a delicate email together yesterday. We’re passionate people and we were in high dudgeon over this loser who thinks the rules don’t apply to him. I saw Jeff adding a space between each of the sentences and, I’ll admit, laughed before I asked him about it. 
Jeff: It’s proper grammar. 
Gwendolyn: Uhh, it’s not proper grammar anymore.
Jeff: I was taught to put two spaces between sentences.
Gwendolyn: As was I. But the rule has changed.
The look on his face. I’m telling you, his world spun to a halt. He muttered something unrepeatable and stormed off. 
I remember feeling the same way when I heard about the loss of that one space. I swear to you, I went through the five stages of grief. 

Nope.  Not gonna do it.  I find two spaces between sentences easier to read.  I like the extra white space.  If I give in to single spaces, what’s next?  Am I going to start accepting “Because” as an answer from my mother?  Will Americans start using single quotes and putting punctuation at the beginning of sentences?  This must not be allowed.  Nooooooo. 

Why bother learning any grammar and punctuation at all?  Why pretend it’s codified?  Let’s awl just throw down whatev3r spelling we feel lyke.  The grammar police have been unseated!  Who needs Rules anyway?  It’s all anarchy!

Okay, what if, we keep the double space in, like, formal writing.  I mean, have you read any legal documents?  They need space between their sentences, just to give your mind a chance to catch up to the barrage of words.  How about if I write Faulkner-style, in unending sentences that go on and on repetitively so that I don’t have to follow punctuation with any double spaces as a result of not having any punctuation to follow?  I’ll be good.

What does any of it matter anyway? I’m just going to go curl up in my closet with my dog and my comforter and OLD books that use double spaces, those crazy monsters!  Everything is always changing.  Why is everything always changing?  I don’t have to read any new books. Ever. . . .  But, no new books?  That would be hell.  Whyyyyyyyyy? 

Got it. In order to effectively communicate in English, I need to single-space after sentences. Laylea’s adventures in Shifter School is far more important than a single extra spot of white space between thoughts. Ahhhh, life would have been so much easier if I had only gotten here faster. 

I have to go change all my past books now?!!!!!  Arrrrrrrgggggg. Stupid change. 

I have a tendency to pinball through the stages rather than taking in them in a smooth progression. Like I said, passionate. 

I found Jeff curled up in the dog’s bed, stroking Lyman’s fur and sucking down a Jeffspresso. We talked it through and he’s agreed to accept double spacing after punctuation as the new norm. 
But we are never giving up Pluto.

About the Author

Gwendolyn Druyor was born at the Quonset Point Naval Air Station Hospital, North Kingston, RI. The ID bracelet wrapped three times around her little wrist. She could swim before she could walk and read before she started school.

She has traveled the world telling stories. After a year in Amsterdam writing and performing sketch comedy at Boom Chicago, she toured North America with Shenandoah Shakespeare and with the incredible educational show Sex Signals. From Paris, FR to William’s Bay, WI, you’ll find her gypsy life reflected in her books. If you met her on the road, read her closely, you may find yourself in there.

For now, Gwendolyn lives in Hollywood with her Irish Jack Russell, Josh Lyman Zyrga, who is still pouting over the fact that she didn’t put him on the cover of WereHuman.

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Thursday, March 15, 2018

For This Moment by Holly Bush - Book Blitz and Giveaway

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1871 - Born to privilege and duty in Virginia, Olivia Gentry comes of age as women begin to find their social and political independence. She has been raised and educated to carry on the Gentry family’s successful horse breeding stables with her brothers at Paradise, their family home. Having been deceived in love as a young woman and unsure of her instincts, she is wary to commit to a marriage, but she cannot deny her long-buried feelings for a family friend.

Jim Somerset has been in love with Olivia Gentry from the moment she gazed up at him as a young girl. A farrier by trade like his father before him, he and his business’s future are inexorably entwined with the Gentry family. He has watched her be courted by statesmen, and considers her and her goals out of the reach of a common workman, like himself. But he is fearful that he will never rid Olivia from his mind and from his heart. Has the moment come for him to reveal his passions for her? Find out in the third installment of the Gentrys of Paradise.

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Olivia understood herself enough to know that she had lost her confidence, and even though others might see her as wealthy and educated and fortunate, which she was, she was still fragile and unsure of how her future would unfold. Any man she married or fixed on would be a central part of that future. Would define in society’s eyes whether her hopes and dreams were fulfilled, whether her personal happiness and the draw of competency and ambition she had for herself would cross paths.

She supposed that she should end her self-imposed exile. What good did it do her to hide in her room? She’d answered some of her own questions in the last four months. She did wish to marry. She wanted children of her own. She wanted a companion, a man, all for herself, not meant to be shared with others. She wanted to experience intimacy, and although she could do that outside the bounds of marriage, she couldn’t imagine it. How could one achieve the intimacy necessary to complete the act with a person that one had no relationship with, either from personal choice or law?

The final question, of course, was whether she would achieve any of those goals if love wasn’t evident. Her mother and father hadn’t been in love when they married. Yet they had grown to love each other and built a successful life together. Olivia believed that she could do as many other women had done before. Marry with purpose. Marry to achieve goals. Marry, not for love, but for compatibility and future hopes.

About the Author:
Holly Bush writes historical romance set in the the late 1800’s, in Victorian England, and and occasional Women’s Fiction title. Her books are described as emotional, with heartfelt, sexy romance. She makes her home with her husband in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. Connect with Holly at and on Twitter @hollybushbooks and on Facebook at Holly Bush.

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Monday, March 12, 2018

The Rake and the Bishop's Daughter by Julia Donner - Book Tour and Giveaway

About the Book

Society’s beloved wastrel, Sir Harry Collyns, pushes his popularity past the point of acceptability when he poses for a statue that creates a social uproar. People line up for blocks to see Handsome Harry in the nude, sculpted by a female artist! Bored with the fuss and scandal, Harry hitches up his fastest team, heads for the country, and a near fatal curricle accident. When the bandages are removed from his head days later, he discovers the angel-voiced widow who’d cared for him is neither elderly nor as mild as her tone, but a straight-laced do-gooder unimpressed with his flamboyant past and dashing good looks. Head-battered and heading for a broken heart, he falls into love with Widow Olivia St. Clair, who might be the one woman in England that Harry can’t charm into loving him back.


Olivia watched the linen bandages tumble to the carpeted passageway. Her hands continued to shake as she leaned back against the wall. The wooden ridge of the wainscoting collided with the middle of her back. She pressed into it, welcoming the bite of the wood, the discomfort that would help her focus.

She’d heard it said that a person’s eyes were windows to the soul, and for a moment, she’d seen into Harry’s. Had others seen what she discovered? Did he allow them inside, the way he had allowed her? For a brief moment, he lowered the veil of the mischievous glee he used as a shield.

It had been many years since the first time she’d seen him. Over a decade of dedicated dissipation on his part had passed. She expected to be disappointed when the bandages were removed. Handsome Harry was known from Scotland to Cornwall, throughout all of England and Wales for his style, fast women and hard living. But even whiskered and sprouting prickly stitches, he stunned.

She hadn’t remembered, and not prepared herself, for the color of his eyes—an extraordinary cobalt blue with crystal shards, rimmed in darkest navy—mesmerizing. How could she have forgotten? The brief meeting had become a pivotal point in her life and stayed as fresh in her mind as when it occurred eighteen years ago. 

She stared down at the jumble of bandages on the carpet and strove for emotional equilibrium. Beauty faded with time and familiarity. It was meant to be appreciated, but in humans, it accounted for little. Her husband had been a fine looking man, and so was her father, but Sir Harry Collyns—for some bizarre reason she might never fathom—covered his inner grace with a veneer of brittle humor. He used his exterior to protect what he hid underneath. Why? What she’d seen for an unexpected instant was a vast store of humanity and intelligence. Why belittle it with a facade?

About the Author

Julia Donner (aka M.L.Rigdon) grew up in historic Galena, IL, USA, and spent most of her time in the museum of her aunt, who encouraged her interest in history and understood the need to cherish a dream. She started writing in secret in her teens and never stopped, merging it with her mother's encouragement to study theater and music, which led to performing in the Midwest, California and as far away as Austria. 

Donner never forgot what it was like to write alone as a girl and is a happy member of Summit City Scribes. Concern for the failing educational system led her to develop Your Futures in Ink, a panel of local and regional authors, who go into to schools to encourage students and answer questions about writing. 

THE TIGRESSE AND THE RAVEN, first book in the regency Friendship Series, is an RWA contest finalist. The ninth book in the series, A ROGUE FOR MISS PRIM and the tenth, AN AMERICAN FOR AGNES, are available now. A LAIRD’S PROMISE will be released by Spring 2018.

M.L Rigdon (aka Julia Donner)

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