Wednesday, December 5, 2018

12 Days of Clean Romance featuring Lucy McConnell

Marrying Miss Kringle: Frost
by Lucy McConnell

Marrying Miss Kringle: Frost  by Lucy McConnell

During the month of December, we will be featuring 12 authors who write clean romance. Today we feature Lucy McConnell with Marrying Miss Kringle: Frost. 
This book blast and giveaway is hosted by I Am A Reader and Clean Wholesome Romance.

Frost buried her face in her hands, feeling all the pressure to save Christmas. Neither Stella nor Robyn had the potential for love yet. They were starting from scratch. But she had more than potential; she had an invitation. It was up to her to find Tannon; get him to profess his love to her; and save her family, the North Pole, and Christmas for children all over the world.
Oh, Tannon, I hope you’re ready to love me.
Frost Kringle broke one of the North Pole’s rules the day she replied to a letter from Tannon Cebu; but, her Kringle-enhanced empathy wouldn’t allow her to walk away from the anguish in his words. What began as a disobedient impulse grew into friendship and eventually love. If her secret romance is revealed, she’ll be banished from her home and family.
When the Kringles discover Christmas Magic is dangerously off balance, Frost musters up the courage to meet Tannon in person with the hope that they can marry and save Christmas. While she’s away from her precious Letters Room, her secret is blown right open and she’s exiled. In order to make it home for Christmas, Frost has to bring Christmas cheer to those who need it most.
Tannon, is tired of the corporate grind and wants out. He’s decided to sell his paper mill and retire to a quiet corner where he can raise his son in peace. His announcement, right before the holidays, creates an uproar as employees wonder if they’ll have a job in the New Year. No one in town feels like celebrating and they have little hope of a happy holiday.
If Frost can get Tannon, and the town of Elderberry, to believe in Christmas once again, she’ll make it home and save Santa’s workshop from turning into a block of ice and ruining Christmas for children all over the world. Trouble arises when Tannon’s interest turn to Frost more than to Christmas. She walks a tinsel-fine line between falling for him and failing in her Christmas quest.
With her whole world out of balance, Frost must look deep inside herself to bring about a Christmas miracle – with a little help from her jolly family.

Frost Kringle rubbed her arms. “It’s not my year. I’m the youngest. You two should find your husbands first,” she told her older, single sisters.
Robyn huffed. “Apparently, Christmas Magic doesn’t give a partridge in a pear tree about birth order. And I don’t, either. Come with us—just to get used to being south-er.”
Frost hesitated, searching for a polite way to tell them to jump out of a flying sleigh.
Stella took her hesitation as a silent agreement and forged on. “Perfect. Where should we go? I was thinking of heading back to Alaska.”
“No thanks.” Robyn popped another chocolate. “We need someplace new.”
Frost puzzled the question of where they should go. She puzzled it high and she puzzled it low. And while she puzzled, a strange thought came to be. A thought she thought just might be the key. She tried to hold it in, did her best to be good. But there was a part of Frost Kringle that never quite could. “Oregon,” Frost whispered, staring off into space. “Elderberry, Oregon. That’s the place.”
Both her sisters stared at her. “Why there?” asked Stella.
Frost cleared her throat, breaking through the fog that had clouded her mind while at the same time giving herself clarity. She mentally stumbled to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t reveal her biggest and best-kept secret. “It’s got a large populate of single men. There’s a, um, paper company and mill and they make beautiful stationary.” Like cream envelopes with gold trim that bring the most wonderful letters.
Stella shrugged. “As long as it’s got men, I’m game.”
Robyn poked Stella in the arm. “That’s your problem—you need to be pickier.”
“Do you have a better idea?”
Frost held her breath. She’d dreamed and dreamed of going to Elderberry, of meeting Tannon, of finally seeing the man whose words had captured her heart. If she was a romantic, it was because each mail delivery included a little bit of romance just for her.
“No,” admitted Robyn.
“Okay, then.” Stella slapped her hand on the table. “Meeting adjourned. We’re going to Elderberry the day after tomorrow. Have your bags packed.”
Frost threaded her fingers together under the table, holding her hands tight, tight, tight in an effort to hold in her excitement as her sisters left the room. She was going to meet Tannon.
“I’m going to meet Tannon,” she said out loud. With a squeal, she threw her hands in the air.
This trip may be the best thing that ever happened to her, or it may be the ending of a long and special friendship. Either way, the time had come to meet her crush face-to-face.
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Praise for the Book
“I have loved all of Lucy McConnell’s books, and this one definitely lived up to my expectations.” ~ Eagle Mom
“I love the other books in this series and this one did not disappoint. It was an enjoyable story that kept me reading late into the night. I can’t wait for next installment!” ~ Crystal R.
“I found Marrying Miss Kringle to be a fun and lovely read. It is light in nature with a feeling of watching one of those Lifetime Christmas movies, but only in book form.” ~ Crystal

About the Author
Lucy McConnell
Award-winning author, Lucy McConnell, loves Christmas, romance, chocolate, and Elvis.
After graduating from the University of Utah, she became an editor at an advertising agency before moving on to teach in the marketing department of the local community college. She loved teaching and often misses the academic environment.
Lucy retired from teaching and began to write articles and sweet romance novels. She has been published in national magazines, newspapers, short story compilations, and she writes cookbooks under the name Christina Dymock.
If she’s not at the computer, you can find her trying to keep up with her husband and four kids on the ski slopes, on a bike, in the kitchen, or on a horse.

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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

12 Days of Clean Romance featuring Brooke St. James

So This is Love
(Miami Stories Book 1)
by Brooke St. James

So This is Love (Miami Stories Book 1)  by Brooke St. James

During the month of December, we will be featuring 12 authors who write clean romance. Today we feature Brooke St. James with So This is Love, FREE today only (4 December).

Also available in the Miami Stories series: All In and Something Precious, both currently ON SALE for only $0.99 each.

All In by Brooke St. JamesSomething Precious by Brooke St. James

This book blast and giveaway is hosted by I Am A Reader and Clean Wholesome Romance.

Abigail Spencer loved her job. She was a marine biologist who maintained some of Miami’s most spectacular ponds and aquariums. She had the opportunity to travel around the city, meeting new people and working in beautiful locations. So, even though it was just another day at the office when she suddenly met the man of her dreams, she wasn’t in an office at all.
Every girl imagines meeting her prince charming. It’s doubtful, however, that any of these fantasies include it happening when they’re soaked with sweat and knee-deep in pond scum.
Fate can be funny that way.

“Oh, thank goodness!” Tori said when I walked into the office that morning.
She was holding the phone to her ear, but she was talking to me as I approached her U-shaped reception desk. She stared at me from over her reading glasses, and she waved me forward like she had been anxiously awaiting my arrival. I was twenty minutes early, so I had no idea why she was so relieved.
“Abigail’s here now,” she said to the person on the phone. “She just walked in. I’m looking at her right now. Okay, I’ll tell her. Bye.”
I stood in front of Tori’s desk and watched as she hung up the phone before looking at me with a relieved smile.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I’m always here,” I said cautiously.
“I mean, I’m glad you’re early. I was gonna call you and tell you to hurry. That was Lance. We have to rearrange your schedule today. He needs you to head out on a pond job… like right now. It’s a priority.”
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Praise for the Book
“This was definitely another winner! Loved Ash and Abigail and how their relationship grew. Brooke’s Miami Stories are always an instant click for me, I don’t even have to read the blurb of what its about. I appreciate that she writes clean Miami Stories and would recommend them highly. I’ve read everything she’s written and can’t wait for the next!!” ~ Kindle Customer
“What a great book! The main characters’ backgrounds are refreshingly original. So many romances are formulaic or copycats of other Miami Stories out there. Additionally, the chemistry between Ash and Abigail is so strong it’s practically tangible. This book is the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Read it!” ~ tiffadoodledoo
“I loved this book- when are the rest coming out?!?!?! I truly relate to Abigail as I am in a profession where I am usually more dirty than clean. I appreciate the religious aspect of the book without it being pushed hard, it’s just part of the characters life. Thank you Brooke for amazing Miami Stories and keeping them at a price that buying the entire series doesn’t break my bank account!” ~ Shelley

About the Author
Brooke St. James
Brooke St. James is a bestselling author of contemporary romance novels with Christian and inspirational themes and happy endings. She was born and raised in south Louisiana but has had the opportunity to travel and live throughout the US. An avid reader, writer, audio book addict, and fan of all things artistic, Brooke constantly has her hands in some creative activity. She’s currently back home in Louisiana enjoying life with her husband, children, and two lazy dogs.

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Monday, December 3, 2018

"Queen of Black Sails" by P. J. Daniels

Queen of Black Sails
by P. J. Daniels

Queen of Black Sails by P. J. Daniels

Author P. J. Daniels stops by today to share an excerpt from his new novel, Queen of Black Sails.

Sarah Chartimands is a captain in a magic world. Her ship: The Lady Flotsam. Her crew: pirates. After rescuing an old friend and mentor, Sarah sets out for the haul of a lifetime: the King's gold. However, when not all goes according to plan, she finds herself on the run, outnumbered, and questioning her reality; all in a city trying to kill her. This adventure is loaded to the brim with guns, swords and spells. Can Sarah salvage a botched plan? More importantly, will she find a way out, alive?

Chapter One
Visibility was low. It wasn’t just the darkness of night that impeded sight, it was also the fog. A thick blanket wrapped the Hawesford, a large privateer ship with unmarked, white, sails. It was a ship built to intimidate, with a dozen cannons on the sides alone. The crew was well organized and usually reacted well to surprises, considering their line of work. The wind was low, so forward motion was minimal. The waves moved enough to lap loudly against the wood that separated the crew from the sea. They hadn’t been to sea for long before the winds died down and the fog set in. They spent the daylight hours moving slow; trying not to get turned around so close to land, lest they run ashore.
The captain stood behind the helmsman, overseeing the deck below. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and thick arms. He wore a long black coat that hung over a white shirt that looked too tight for his massive chest muscles. He had pants that matched his coat in colour and in style. His long grey hair was tied in a single strand at the back of his head, which was topped with a black captain's cap. His eyes traveled over the ship, and back out to the fog. He had many eyes watching for danger, but he was not the sort to leave everything to his crew. He preferred to be more involved.
A multitude of oil lamps moved about the ship, guiding the crew at least a little in the low light. The fog was so thick that parts of the ship were not visible to the captain, so he was relying on steady messages passed along from crew further down.
Motion caught the captain’s eye, and he followed it to the sails. Something small and bright had moved near the large central sail, and it only took a moment for him to realize what it was: a flaming arrow. The sail lit up like a bonfire; much to the surprise, and horror, of the crew.
‘The sails were wet!’ Was the first thought the captain had upon seeing his sails catch fire. His second thought was spoken, loudly.
“Detach that sail before the others catch!” He bellowed.
White shirts surged in unison, cutting ropes as fast as they could while others fetched buckets of water to douse the flames.
A third thought spoke inside the captain’s head. ‘Where had the arrow come from?’
He turned to the sea as the fog parted, revealing another ship at spitting distance. It was a small vessel, from what he could see, about half the size of the Hawesford. That wouldn’t make a difference at this range. He’d been taken by surprise. He didn’t have time to load his many cannons. This wasn’t going to be a navel battle. He looked up at the smaller ship's black sails; he was being boarded. He didn’t have time for any complex orders, He needed to defend his ship.
“Pirates!” He shouted.
The crew stopped what they were doing, but any that were close to the side had little time to react to the wave of blades and bodies that made their way onto the ship. Clad in black they flowed over his men below him, not even letting them draw their swords to defend themselves.
The captain and helmsman drew their swords and entered the fray, as the initial surprise wore off. The crew that were below deck rushed up wooden steps toward the attackers. They battled below burning sails. The privateers had the advantage of numbers, regardless of the initial surprise.
The captain’s confidence in his advantage began to wane when the pirates pushed forward, hard. He couldn’t believe it. Despite being outnumbered ten to one, they were pushing forward steadily. The deck was large, so if they kept pushing toward the center, they would end up being surrounded.
‘This tactic is foolish.’ He thought. ‘Or am I missing something?’
The battle slowed to a stop once they were surrounded, about a dozen pirates formed a circle in the center, back to back. The captain had to admit, these were skilled combatants. Only a few of their own had fallen by this point, but many white shirts lay bleeding and motionless. Taking a closer look at them, the captain could see steel and fire in their eyes; not literally, but he imagined it. These were hardened men. These were killers, plain and simple. They had fought for survival at sea for all their lives, doing what was necessary. They had each reached the pivotal point of killing for their own survival, and had become harder because of it. They didn’t enjoy the death they brought, but they saw the necessity. These were men that were broken, but rebuilt as iron statues, with swords in hand; automatons, built for war and death.
‘But who commanded them?’ He thought. ‘Where was their captain?’
From both sides of the ship came gunfire. While they had concentrated on the dozen or so pirates on the deck, the remainder of their crew had climbed along the edge of the ship to take up shooting positions. At the perfect moment, they all rose, and cut the white shirts to pieces with fire and lead from their pistols. They died so fast, they may as well have been lined up for execution. The few moments they had, to decide which target to attack, was wasted. They were too far away to strike at the attackers on the sides of the ship, but they were not currently coordinated enough to strike at the dozen in the center circle. So, they died in their confusion, leaving piles of white and red on the dark wood of the deck. The captain didn’t fair any better than his crew. He took a shot to the chest before he could draw his own pistol. He fell to his knees, shock taking all control of his muscles. Before he closed his eyes for the last time, he noted two things: first, a woman stood on the edge of the ship, pistol in hand, with hair as green as seaweed; second, his sails had burned completely black.

About the Author
P. J. Daniels
Born in Pembroke Ontario, raised in neighbouring city Cobden. I've enjoyed creating written worlds since I could read. My favourite project in school was when we got to write a story. I can spend hours talking about new ideas with like-minded writers.


12 Days of Clean Romance featuring Sophia Summers

Taming Scrooge
by Sophia Summers

Taming Scrooge  by Sophia Summers

During the month of December, we will be featuring 12 authors who write clean romance. Today we feature Sophia Summers with Taming Scrooge, ON SALE for only $0.99.

This book blast and giveaway is hosted by I Am A Reader and Clean Wholesome Romance.

Ezra Stone wishes Christmas would go away.
Star Henley wants to save it.
When a desperate city council, panicked about losing their iconic main street, urges Star Henley to charm her way into developer Ezra Stone’s life, they hope to change his mind, unaware they could break his heart.
If the small town, Sanders Corners, can’t save its tree festival and protect their Main Street festivities, her father’s tree business and her Christmas shop will go out of business along with the rest of the town. She can’t let that happen, even if it means ingratiating herself into the cold, hard life of their town’s one and only billionaire nemesis. When a conniving city council forces them to work together on the festival of trees, the two clash as often as they connect, but everything could change on December 25.

He reached into the decorated boughs and her heart pinged just a tiny amount in sympathy. Balls fell and clattered down around him, his whole arm lost in the decorated greenery. It wasn’t easy, and she did want the tree to stay intact for the short drive. “Look, I’ll call Colton up here to help you.”
“Yes, you’d better.” When he pulled his hand back out, he pinched his fingers together and released them, the adhesive obvious.
She smirked. Sap was a bear to wash off.
“This soon becomes more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Pardon me?”
“This giving of the tree thing. I appreciate the help loading. But no one will be there unloading.” He seemed to stop himself, but his irritation was obvious.
“Well, I suppose our apologies are in order.”
He waved his hand. “It’s ok, I understand tradition and all that. Look, I’ll try to load it and we’ll make sure someone plants it afterward.” He reached his hand back in and started sliding the tree closer to the back of the truck.
Colton arrived, threw burlap over the top, wrapped it securely, and then he and another man hefted the tree up into the truck.
Mr. Stone nodded. “Thanks.” He climbed up into his truck. Then his appraising glance returned. “I’m here for the duration of the build. Wanna go to dinner sometime?”
“What?” The word, her tone, escaped her lips before she could stop it. “Are you asking me out?”
He grinned, a smile that she guessed women melted over. “I am, you free?”
“No, I’m not.” Was he for real?
His face became a mask, then he nodded. “Good enough. Thanks again.” His truck door closed, and he pulled out of the parking lot.
Clinton clucked his tongue, watching him pull away. “Wait, is he driving your truck?”
She groaned. “No. He has the same one.” Too bad such a remarkable looking man with great taste in trucks was so ungrateful, involved in destroying her town and her store and entirely void of holiday spirit.
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Praise for the Book
“A fun, clean, quick Christmas story. I liked the loose references to A Christmas Carol. Great escapist.” ~ Alicia
“This book was written so well that I could picture myself in town on main street at the Christmas Shoppe!! Only other thing I will say is, grab a cup of hot chocolate, a blanket and curl up in your favorite comfy reading chair because you won’t want to put the story down until it’s finished!” ~ Sara
“I loved this book! It is funny, heartwarming and romantic. What can you do when you are both attracted and infuriated with someone?” ~ Sue Stinnett
“A very good book. I very much love Christmas stories. This is one of the best Scrooge stories I have read… a good clean book for everyone.” ~ HCoats
“Truth and trust win out in this sweet romance with Scrooge getting his Star! I could picture this town and their quaint shops. Sophia Summers continues in her engaging writing style.” ~ Huanne Woodward

About the Sophia Summers
Sophia Summers
Billionaires, Royals, Marriages of convenience, Cowboys, and Spies. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?
Sophia Summers is an award-winning author who just wants to relax a little and enjoy a great beach read. She lives in a quiet southern town brimming with an extra dose of hospitality and a whole lot of charm.
She writes historical romance under a different name.

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