At This Moment by Karen Cimms

Sometimes life gives you what you need, even if you don’t believe you deserve it.
Kate Daniels wants it all—a big, crazy life, lots of kids, and an adoring husband. Someday. For now, she’ll be happy just to survive her first semester of college. Billy McDonald wants it all, too. Since the day he got his first guitar, he’s had one goal—to prove he’s worth something. His dream is so close, he can almost touch it.
Thrown together during a freak snowstorm, Kate and Billy’s lives become permanently entwined. On the outside, they have nothing in common, but scars aren’t always visible and abuse doesn’t always leave a mark. Kate keeps the pain of her past buried, while Billy carries his like a weapon.
In spite of finding love, Billy continues to be haunted by his childhood and tempted by the excesses of the music industry. He struggles to keep his career on track and his inner demons at bay, until one night, he makes a mistake that could cost him everything. Kate may have found her happily ever after, but for Billy, the nightmare has just begun.

Set against a backdrop of heavy metal and emerging grunge, At This Moment is the first book in the Of Love and Madness trilogy. A love story that unfolds over twenty-five years, it’s the tale of two damaged people trying to make their way in the world without destroying themselves or each other in the process.

   Billy didn’t say a word when he picked them up at the subway station, and he did little more than grunt when he dropped Joey off at his station a few blocks later. He remained quiet as they drove through Brooklyn, over the Williamsburg Bridge, and into Lower Manhattan. Kate tried several times to engage him in conversation, but he just stared straight ahead, saying nothing.
   After they pulled into the parking lot behind their apartment, he turned off the van and sat drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. She waited until he got out, then followed, expecting to help carry his bags.
   “I got it,” he snapped.
   “Fine.” It was her turn to get angry. She’d only agreed to do this video because of him.    Plus it was his idea—or Christa’s, the little blond weasel—that no one know they were a couple. It wasn’t her fault she caused a stir. Not totally.
   She bolted ahead, letting the door slam shut as he approached, and stomped up the stairs and down the hall to their apartment. Throwing her bag on the couch, she went into the bathroom to take off her makeup.
   When she came out, Billy was sitting on the bed.
   “You think you’re pretty funny, don’t you?”
   “Me? I think I’m hilarious.”
   As she stormed past him, Billy grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into his lap, locking his arms around her. She sat stiffly, staring straight ahead, her jaw tight, not willing to look at him.
   “I’m sorry,” he said finally, pressing his forehead into her shoulder. “I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at me.”
   “That makes two of us.”
   “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have talked you into this, and I shouldn’t have agreed to keep you a secret.”
   “Are you saying that because you didn’t like Bailey hitting on me or the other guys looking at me?”
   “I didn’t like any of it. I also didn’t like you having to walk in without me and leave without me, even with Joey—who hates me, by the way.”
   “He doesn’t hate you.”
   He snorted. “I’ll call Christa tomorrow. Tell her we’re not doing this.”
   “The video?”
   “No. That we have to do. But I’m not making believe we’re not a couple. I don’t see the need for it. I’m not in this for the women. I’m a musician, not a gigolo.”
   “You don’t want to be both?”
   He shook his head.
   “Aww,” she purred. “Too bad.”
   He looked up, surprised. “What does that mean?”
   “You’ll see.”
Karen Cimms is a writer, editor, and music lover. She was born and raised in New Jersey and still thinks of the Garden State as home. She began her career at an early age rewriting the endings to her favorite books. It was a mostly unsuccessful endeavor, but she likes to think she invented fanfiction.
Karen is a lifelong Jersey corn enthusiast, and is obsessed with (in no particular order) books, shoes, dishes, and Brad Pitt. In her spare time she likes to quilt, decorate, and entertain. Just kidding–she has no spare time.
Although she loves pigeons, she is terrified of pet birds, scary movies and Mr. Peanut.
Karen is married to her favorite lead guitar player. Her children enjoy tormenting her with countless mean-spirited pranks because they love her, or so they say. She currently lives in Northeast Pennsylvania, although her heart is usually in Maine.

“At This Moment” is her debut novel.
  Facebook ~ Twitter: @KCimms ~ Website 



Review: Damaged Goods by J.C. Hannigan

Damaged Goods

by J.C. Hannigan

About the book:

Everly Daniels can’t seem to fall out of love with Grayson Dixon.

Five years after locking eyes with him, Everly is drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He has a pull on her that she can’t seem to break, even if she wanted to. Grayson may be the love of her life, but he doesn’t make it easy. He has built walls around himself that only Everly can breach. But Grayson knows he is not the good guy. He’s reckless and careless, and even if Everly brings a little color into his life, he worries he will destroy her, and cares too much to let that happen.

She has always been the shy wallflower who is afraid to participate. But senior year, all that is about to change.

This captivating new adult novel will take readers on a riveting journey of emotion and growth.

*Mature Young Adult. Not intended for those under the age of 16; discusses sexuality, mental health and features themes for mature audiences.


Book links:

Amazon | Goodreads


I was provided an early copy in exchange for an honest review and I will say that I honestly enjoy the author’s writing style. This story begins with Everly. She is a shy and innocent young girl who is oblivious to the population around her because she has found the one who she wants. She wants Grayson, he’s the one with those glacier blue eyes that can unhinge her perfect composure. When she learns of his desperate yearning for her, she doesn’t realize that he can be dangerous. This story unfolds with her desperation to find a relationship that just doesn’t seem to feel right. Everly is sure that he’s the only one that can consume her heart, but something keeps pushing him away.

I found myself constantly being torn between Grayson and Kyle. Grayson was the mysterious one that Everly fell head over heels for, but Kyle was the gentle and patient one who was always there to pick up the pieces. This story grew with each passing chapter and I felt my interest peak when Grayson let Everly in. I also felt sadness when Kyle showed his support for Everly but she strung him along like a dog following a bone, unintentionally. Her confusion really captivated me. In my opinion, the author really caught the feelings and drama that girls face during their high school years in trying to find who they are.

I recommend this book to primarily women because the story is told from Everly’s point of view. I really enjoyed reading about Everly’s progress with the new band and her friends Alicia and Lindsay caught my attention as well. I would personally like to read more into their situation because all forms of love are accepted by me as a person. You love who you love and your heart does not judge gender like the mind does. I felt compassion when the author wrote about Alicia and her struggles throughout this story; however, this story is primarily written to engulf Everly and Grayson’s life together. I felt like the ending was unpredictable…which I always love! Will it be a continuance with Grayson or with Kyle? I rate this story with four stars and I am very excited for Reckless Abandon which will be the next release by the wonderful author, J.C. Hannigan.

About the Author:


J.C. Hannigan’s love of reading was spawned from a very early age. She inhaled novels with an unquenchable thirst. Eventually, that love of reading turned into a love for writing. She started to pen stories at the tender age of nine while sitting at her white desk, pencil posed over lined paper, writing countless stories about a girl, her best friend, their horses and the adventures they’d have going on trail rides together. Born with a chronic pain bone disorder called Multiple Hereditary Exostoses, she didn’t get to play sports or run amuck like her siblings and peers. Writing kept her company amid a world of surgeries, bad pain days, and isolation.

She started a blog when she was fifteen-years-old, chronicling the challenges of high school, dating, and coping with her chronic pain bone disorder. That blog went on to win a Bloggie for Best Teen Weblog, and J.C.’s ego inflated quite a bit over it (enough to continuously mention it even today).

J.C. currently resides in a small town in Ontario with her husband, their two sons, and dog. When she isn’t trying to wrangle the kids and dog, she can be found writing. In addition to writing new adult romance and suspense novels, J.C. writes a blog for the MHE Coalition, discussing the struggles of living with Multiple Hereditary Exostoses. She also contributes to several other websites, including her personal blog, the OCH Literary Society, and she is the content manager for Stigma Fighters Canada. Through her writing, J.C. brings to light awareness of mental health and social challenges. Her writing has been described as edgy, bold, poignant, and raw.

Other hobbies of J.C.’s include hiking, camping, binge-watching shows like Outlander, Game of Thrones, The Vampire Diaries, and The Walking Dead, eating dill pickle chips and daydreaming of travelling around the world. J.C. adores interacting with readers, so don’t hesitate to reach out and say hi! She tries her best to respond to every message. To learn more, visit her on Facebook and follow her personal blog of random ramblings.

Connect with J.C. here:

Facebook | Twitter | Google+

Faded Perfection by Cassandra Giovanni

That’s all it takes to have everything ripped away from you.
No one knows this better than Adam Beckerson and River Ahlers.
Each is fighting a losing battle with the death of Bobby and the fallout it causes. Adam loses a brother; River her best friend.
And while Adam finds himself fading into the bottom of a bottle, River finds the only thing she can do is run away from everything– including Adam.

Sometimes when you lose everything, you lose yourself. The important part is finding your way back again.

Amazon ~ Kobo ~ iTunes

Flawed Perfection FREE for Limited Time! 

Amazon B&N ~ Kobo ~ Google Play ~ iTunes ~ Goodreads

Someone had to do this, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be Adam. I breathed in and closed my eyes, only opening them as I exhaled and put one foot in front of the other. The key was hot from the heat of my body as it shook its way into the door knob. The metal clunked, and the wooden door swung open, leaving me staring at the empty room once filled with happiness. My eyes rushed over it as my mind flashed with memories, and my feet somehow continued in–all the way to Bobby’s bedroom door. My chest constricted and stars popped in my vision as I swung it open. I found myself blinking rapidly as my eyes wandered the room, stopping on the dresser where frames contained pictures of Adam and me, Bobby and me, the three of us, and then Tara and Bobby. My feet yet again propelled me forward, but I stopped as I breathed in, choking on the air.
My body warmed as my chin trembled and I breathed in again.
There it was again.
Bobby. The room smelled like him.
My eyelashes fluttered against my cheeks as the scent encircled me. Bath and Body Works’ Twilight Woods. The cologne we picked together when we were twelve. For fifteen years he’d worn it, even after Tara told him she hated it.
My eyes opened and moved to the hockey jersey hanging half out of a drawer–exactly where he left it that morning. My knees shook, and I found myself sitting on the bed staring at it. I reached forward, and the worn fabric embraced me as I brought it up to my chest. I pursed my lips together as the tears gathered and I pulled the jersey over my head, engulfing myself in his scent–it was embedded into this clothes despite constant washing. In my memories, his laughter carried through the room. It wasn’t the first time I wore one of his jerseys. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball on his bed.
“So you remember it too?” Bobby’s voice reached my ears, and the darkness behind my lids drifted away, parting until it was him and me in the tree house. I sat up on the bed, looking at him as he smirked at me from the edge of it. “See the thing is, I imagined it like this–you know? You practically naked;” his teeth ran over his bottom lip as his eyes ran up my legs, barely covered by my sleeping shorts. “in my jersey.”
He moved forward and his hand cupped my chin as his thumb caught a tear. “You weren’t crying in my fantasies, though. You cry so much now, Riv. I don’t want you to cry.”
I closed my eyes as my vision blurred from the weight of them, burdened by the false warmth of his touch.
“I’ve lost myself just as much as I’ve lost you,” I whispered, trying to memorize the feeling of his soft hands against my skin. So caring and loving when everything seemed so cold now. “All my dreams are shattered without you.”
Bobby’s hands reached for my face, turning it, so I was looking at him. He was beginning to waiver in and out, and panic burned its way up my throat.
He was going to leave.
But this was so real.
“Please don’t leave,” I said, and the tears and clenching of my throat made the words as physically painful as they were emotional.
“I thought all my dreams shattered when I found out Adam was with you–and it was over for me–that I didn’t have any more chances. My dreams realigned, though, Riv–they changed, refit into even better dreams. I expect you to do the same,” he said, and he was fading faster; his body just a wisp and his touch a mere warmth with nothing substantial behind it.
“But Adam–“
“You’ll figure out what to do, it might be hard, but in the end, it will work out. You and him are what’s left of me. Remember that. Together you make me whole,” he said, and his lips reached for my cheek, sending heat through my body as he disappeared.
“Bobby!” I yelled, and suddenly I was sitting straight up in the bed sobbing, the warmth of his lips against my cheek a stinging pain. I leaned back, pulling my knees to my chest and cried until the darkness consumed me.
This time, Bobby’s warmth didn’t return.
Cassandra doesn’t remember a time when she wasn’t writing. In fact, the first time she was published was when she was seven years old and won a contest to be published in an American Girl Doll novel. Since then Cassandra has written more novels than she can count and put just as many in the circular bin. Her personal goal with her writing is to show the reader the character’s stories through their dialogue and actions instead of just telling the reader what is happening. Besides being a writer, Cassandra is a professional photographer known for her automotive, nature and architectural shots. She is happily married to the man of her dreams and they live in the rolling hills of New England with their dogs, Bubski and Kanga.

Cassandra Giovanni is published by Show n’ot Tell Publishing based out of Connecticut, USA
Connect with Cassandra on Facebook, Goodreads and Twitter.  Learn more about her and her novels at her website, and read the first ten chapters of each of her published novels through her Book Catalog.
Finding the Cure

Amazon ~ Kobo ~ Google Play ~ B&N

In Between the Seasons (The Fall Series #1)

Love Exactly
 Walking in the Shadows 


Handbags & Hooligans by Laina Turner

Blog Post BannerBook Information

Presley went to Vegas to watch her friend Anna get married and the event turned into solving the mystery of her brothers girlfriend disappearance. But Ashley wasn’t exactly the schoolteacher she appeared to be. Who was she and was she kidnapped?

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

Author PhotoAs a child Laina thought she would either be a truck driver (thanks to Jerry Reed in Smokey and the Bandit) or work at Taco Bell (her favorite restaurant as a child).

As she grew older she realized her talents lay in academics and business and for the last several years has been a business consultant and college professor where she uses the analytical side of her brain and not the side that makes up stories.

Through all her career choices she has continued to have a passion for writing. This stemmed from childhood whereas an only child she developed a vivid imagination spending most of her time making things up and thinking the Incredible Hulk lived in her closet.

Proud of her vast experiences in life from barrel racing to being on the dance team for a semi pro basketball team to being a mom of 2 amazing kids, she tells her family and friends that no one is safe from their escapades slipping in to her books.

Taking the plunge to write books (cozy mysteries and chick lit) that she actually let people read in 2010, she has worked her way up to being a real author, having 5 fans (maybe 6 now). Her blog, Writing is a Lifestyle, was launched to share the daily fun in the life of a Real Housewife of the Midwest along with the musing of other fabulous ladies.



“I called Morgan this morning when I was looking for Ashley,” Jesse explained to Jared and me. “Morgan, this is my sister, Presley, and her friend Jared. No. That’s why we’re here. We wanted to see if anyone here had heard from her.”

Morgan nodded hi to us. “No we haven’t, and she needs to call soon. Mr. Strong is livid Ashley didn’t show up and hasn’t called. She’s about to lose her job. Have you talked to Angela?”

“No. Why? Has Angela heard from Ashley?” Jesse asked.

“No, but she told me today during lunch that someone called the front office looking for Ashley and left a number. Maybe if you got the number you could call?”

“Thanks, Morgan. Have the cops been here yet?”

“No. Should I be expecting them? What’s going on?

Jesse looked at me, and I shook my head. I didn’t think we should be telling too much information.

“I just called them about Ashley and wondered if they had been by yet.”

“I understand. Listen call me the minute you hear from her. We’re all worried sick.”

“Will do. Thanks again, Morgan. C’mon guys, let’s go find Angela.” Jesse started off toward the building.

“This sure brings back memories,” Jared whispered to me as we walked into the elementary school. “Nothing has changed. This is exactly as I remember it from the school we went to. Just smaller. It even smells the same.”

I agreed, looking at the art–lined hallways and grabbing a view of the classrooms as we went in search of the office.

“Over there, guys,” Jesse said, pointing to the sign that said ‘office’ above it. “Angela is the assistant to the principal; she’ll be in there. Let’s just hope she hasn’t left already.” Crossing the hall in large strides, he pushed open the door and stepped in. I could see him start to panic a little, as he looked around not seeing Angela. “Is Angela still here?”

“She sure is,” a plump blonde woman in her mid–thirties replied. “She just walked back to the copy room. She will be back in a sec.”

“Thank goodness,” Jesse said with a sigh, turning to Jared and me. The blonde looked at us sort of strangely, but they were spared any other conversation by Angela strolling back into the waiting room.

“Jesse,” Angela said, surprised. “What brings you here?” She was a striking woman, probably late twenties, dressed in what one would consider a typical teacher’s outfit. Gray trousers and a pink sweater set. Conservative, yet attractive.

“I’m looking for Ashley. Morgan said someone called for her and left a number, and that you might be able to give it to me.”

“I take it you haven’t heard from her, then?” Angela said, looking concerned. She started to rifle through some papers and Post–its sitting on the counter.

“No. Neither has anyone else, it seems.”

“I can’t imagine where it would be. Now I know I had that number sitting right here.”

Presley looked at Jesse, who was getting more and more anxious as Angela looked for the number. He seemed about ready to jump out of his skin.

“Ah–ha. Here we go. It’s a seven–oh–two number, so it’s local.”

I could see Jesse’s surge of excitement. He seemed barely able to hold himself back from snatching the paper out of her hand. Hopefully this would be the key to finding where the hell Ashley was.

“Thanks, Angela,” he said as he turned and rushed out the door.

“Let me know when you hear from her,” Angela said to our backs as we followed him. “And tell her to call us here ASAP. She’s in hot water.”

“Slow down, Jesse,” I called. Jared and I were almost running to keep up with him. Jesse ignored me as he pulled his cell out of his pocket. “Jesse..,” I started to say.

“Shhhh,” he said, turning and giving me an irritated look.

By the time we made it to the parking lot, Jesse was leaning against the car with the phone to his ear. I could hear it ringing. The other end must have picked up because Jared and I watched as the blood drained from his face. Pulling the phone away, he just stared at it and disconnected.

“Jesse, what’s wrong?”

He just looked at me, his mouth opening and shutting with no words coming out.

“Dammit, Jesse. Who answered the phone?”

He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “It was the number to The Pink Pony.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad.” I glanced at Jared, eyebrows raised.

Jared looked back and just shook his head. “You are so naïve sometimes. That… sounds like what one would call a gentlemen’s club.”


“Jared’s right,” Jesse said. “The Pink Pony is an upscale gentlemen’s club on the Vegas strip. Why would someone from there be calling Ashley at work?”

I didn’t know the answer to that, but I guessed it might explain those skimpy clothes and costumes in Ashley’s apartment. I could tell Jesse had come to the same conclusion by the pained look in his face. But how could that be without Jesse’s knowledge? That seemed like a pretty big secret to hide. This whole situation was getting stranger and stranger.

“Get in the car,” Jesse said. “We’re going to find out who at The Pink Pony knows Ashley and why they are calling her.”

I wanted to argue because I wasn’t at all sure the answer Jesse got would be one he wanted. But there really wasn’t any other choice. I looked at Jared and could tell he was thinking the same thing. What could I do? Jesse was right on one front. We needed answers, and this would be one way to get them.

There were a fair number of cars in the parking lot of the strip club considering it was the middle of the day. Although, I hadn’t ever been to a strip club, much less in the middle of the day, so maybe this was normal. “I didn’t expect it to be so busy at this hour,” I whispered to Jared.

“People come here for lunch.”



I looked at the building in front of me. It couldn’t have been more than a couple years old. Almost more of a condo feel than an apartment complex. Each unit had a decent size balcony. Off to the right, I could see the edge of the pool, and the grounds were beautifully landscaped. A far cry from Jesse’s apartment, which had a pool, but it was filled with greenish water, and even in one-hundred-degree heat, I wouldn’t have been tempted to swim in it. I wouldn’t have wanted to bother the critters living in that water. “I thought you said she was a schoolteacher,” Jared said. “She is.” “Wow. Teachers must make a lot more in Las Vegas than they do in Chicago.”

Handbags & HooligansPlot twists in stories make everything so unpredictable and leave the reader with interest until the end. This story provides all of the information that is needed to formalize a base plot, but then everything changes and nothing remains as it originally seemed to be. Turner keeps getting better and her novels are riveting and indulging, together making a very exciting read. Handbags & Hooligans is a novel that will leave readers guessing until the very end.

Presley and her friends, Jared and Anna, are up to their same ole shenanigans again in this third installment called Handbags & Hooligans. This time though, Anna has invited Presley and Jared to Las Vegas for her wedding. Against Presely’s better judgement, she keeps her mouth shut about the groom who doesn’t treat Anna as well as she deserves. Presley becomes excited when they arrive in Las Vegas because she finally gets to meet her brother’s girlfriend—the one that he can’t stop talking about. After everyone settles in and finalizes the plans, they decide that they will all meet up at a designated location to begin the festivities before the wedding. Once the sun rises, the party starts but one person is missing—Presley’s brother, Jesse, can’t find his girlfriend, Ashley. She just vanished—kidnapped is more like it, but who would want to hurt a schoolteacher?

Turner does a superb job with character development. All of her characters are continuously portrayed with accurate precision from the first and second novel within the series. The writing is a little more cleaned up—there aren’t as many grammatical and spelling errors in this as the first two either. This installment is a faced-paced novel like the others, which makes it very easy to read. If you are a reader of mysteries within a series, you will enjoy reading this third installment. It is highly recommended that readers begin with the first book called Stilettos & Scoundrels because there are many events that revert back to previous book scenes and situations.

A free copy was exchanged for an honest review of this fictional piece.

Blog Tour Schedule

clp button

May 23 – Chick Lit Plus – Review
May 24 – Cheryllynn Writes – Guest Post

May 24 – The Phantom Paragrapher – Review

May 25 – The Mystery Tavern – Excerpt

May 25 – Creativity With Kay – Review

May 26 – Living Life With Joy – Q&A & Excerpt

May 26 – Chick Lit Goddess – Excerpt

May 27 – Turning Another Page – Review & Excerpt

May 31 – Book Lover in Florida – Review & Excerpt

June 1 – A Page To Turn – Review
June 1 – Kelly’s Nerdy Obsession – Review

June 3 – Megan’s Bookshelf – Review

June 3 – Authors and Readers Book Corner – Review & Excerpt

June 3- Granny Loves to Read – Review & Excerpt

June 6 – Jersey Girl Book Reviews – Review, Guest Post & Excerpt



My Perfect Mirror by Rosalyn Ikpatt


“My Perfect Mirror” is every person’s reality check. Armed with the power and truth of God’s word, it seeks to light up your life and bring clarity to your mind: so much that you would question everything else. You will be pleased to discover that all things have always been available to you in Christ Jesus.                                                                                                                                                                                
Amazon ~ Goodreads ~ 
Amazon UK ~ 


Rosalyn discovered her love for writing as she wrote her final papers in college many years ago. A mother of four amazing young men and women, she is also a daughter, a cousin, a sister, an aunty, a wife and a friend, among many other diverse multicultural connections and experiences.


 Every aspect of her life has given her various unique perspectives of the power of God.  She identifies herself primarily by her intimacy with God through Christ Jesus and by His Spirit, something she is very grateful for.  She enjoys writing and speaking about God, and about the beauty of the human life and human connections.  She is a vegan and enjoys trying out new and strange recipes. Loves to watch nature documentaries, game shows and PBS Independent Lens.


Connect with the Author here: 
 ~ Goodreads ~ Amazon ~


Top Ten List












To view our blog schedule and follow along with this tour visit our Official Event page 


The Lunam Ceremony by Nicole Loufas

Born from a curse that allows her kind to shift from human to wolf, Kalysia won the genetic lottery. She is the offspring of an original, born to lead and bound by her duty to produce an heir to continue their bloodline she must leave the only life she has ever known to take part in The Lunam Ceremony. This ancient ritual will solidify her place in the pack and determine who she will love for the rest of her life. There’s just one problem – Kalysia doesn’t believe in love.
That changes when she falls into the hands of Dillan Dukes. The attraction is undeniable. The connection unbreakable. He is everything love at first site is supposed to be, suddenly her future doesn’t look that bad.
Unwilling to give up hope on going to college and having the life her and Dillan fantasize about outside the pack, she reluctantly takes on the role as pack leader. When an unexpected proposal is made that will grant both Dillan and Kalysia their freedom she is willing to put her ego, and her heart aside, to make her dream come true.
One night. 
One act of selflessness.
For the life she’s always dreamt about.
Only things are not what they seem.
Can Kalysia and Dillan find happily ever after with the consequences of that night haunting them forever?
Dillan’s voice is like an echo in my head. “I just wanted to stop by and make sure you were still ok with this?” I detect something in his tone− fear, anxiety, anticipation.
She tells him she is fine and asks him to come inside. She is nervous, excited.
“No, I can’t stay. I have to get back to the brew house. I just wanted to, I don’t know. See you.”
I hop down and run, I can’t hear anymore. I don’t want to feel the tension between them. The sexual tension. I run to our cabin and phase back to human. I run up the steps and slam the door shut just as I hear Dillan’s snowmobile pass by. The hum of the engine fades as he heads back to the brew house. He didn’t even stop to see me. He drove back to camp for her. He’s probably counting the minutes until I leave. Another great idea, Kalysia. Leave camp so he can screw Cassie in peace. He’ll probably make love to her in our cabin. He’ll probably feed her chocolates and lick wine from her skin, in my bed. He’ll ruin the sheets. Ruin everything.

She can have him, those two deserve each other. Following their parent’s orders like sheep. They may be brainwashed morons, but I’m the fool that didn’t see they were setting me up all along. I thought Dillan was doing this for our future. I was wrong. And now I can’t stop him. If he doesn’t do it, his father will disown him. I definitely can’t condone it. Not now that I know he wants her. He’s probably always wanted her for years. Long before either one of them knew my name. She is probably his real match, his true soulmate. I don’t belong here. I never did. All I can do now is leave.

Nicole was born and raised in California. She claims to be a San Francisco native, however she’s lived in both Northern and Southern California. She credits her creativity to the fact that she attended 12 schools between kindergarten and her senior year in high school. Her nomadic childhood allowed her to reinvent herself often. Some might say she was a liar. While others see the stories she told as a coping mechanism. Twelve schools, in six cities, in twelve years – give her a break. Today she channels her storytelling ability into writing novels. Long story short – kids that lie become writers.
Instagram: @nicoleloufas ~ Goodreads
Thizz, A Love Story
Amazon ~ FREE on Kindle Unlimited ~ Goodreads


Tough Justice: Exposed by Carla Cassidy

“We have to assume that, with Lara’s photo out there, it’s possible that somebody in the Moretti ring might see it and know that it was Lara who infiltrated them two years ago and brought them down. Now that it’s clear Lara is back in New York, it’s also possible that somebody is looking for revenge.” Victoria looked at Lara. “Maybe it’s time for you to disappear again for a little while, until we see how this all plays out.”

26085197When hiding from an organization that can have anyone anywhere: a stranger on the street, someone in your own office, in your neighborhood, in your family…can you imagine how that messes up the complexity of someone’s brain, someone’s mental capacity to survive? Cassidy provides an introduction of Lara and her past as an undercover operative who made her way to the top of a huge crime ring, run under a man named Moretti. That name haunts Lara’s dreams and her every waking moment, even though Moretti is behind bars. Her appearance in the news—along with two murders identified to have the Moretti crime ring insignia—has Lara on edge. Only after receiving a package that holds secrets to her past undercover operation, Lara knows that her nightmares have become reality again and now her world is on the brink of shattering completely. She feels alone, helpless and vulnerable. Can her new partner and new team help her figure out who is behind the murders before it is too late? This mystery is riveting, suspenseful and enticing. It will have readers hanging by the end of their seats, waiting for the next shoe to drop. This is an easy-to-read short story and the first of eight installments in the Tough Justice Series. If you are a reader of crime and mystery, this may interest you.

A free copy through NetGalley was exchanged for an honest review of this fictional piece.


Star Rating


Book Links

Amazon  | Goodreads | Apple | Barnes & Noble

Invisible by L.A. Remenicky

☆¸.•*¨*★☆ RE-RELEASE☆¸.•*¨*★☆

LP LAR - Ebook.jpg


By L.A. Remenicky
Re-Release Date: May 17, 2016 
Published by Lavish Publishing 
Genre ~ Romantic Suspense


WTMO Synopsis Banner Final.jpg

They found each other.  Then the killer found them.
Detective Jackson “Jax” McKenna walks into a psychologist’s office and finds that the doctor bears a striking resemblance to his first love, Lainie, who disappeared ten years ago after their disastrous first date ended in violence.
Dr. Elizabeth Parker is really Elaine Wilson, Jax’s Lainie.  She’s been in hiding since the night that changed both their lives.  Jax discovers the truth when the killer lets Lainie know he’s found her.  When Jax and Lainie go on the run to keep Lainie safe, old feelings resurface as the killer threatens their lives.  Can Jax save Lainie and help her stay Invisible?

WTMO Buy Links Banner Final.jpg

WTMO Teasers Banner Final.jpg

Invisible Teaser 2.jpg
Invisible Teaser 1.jpeg

Invisible Teaser 2.jpeg

Invisible Teaser 3.jpeg



WTMO Excerpt Banner Final.jpg

The name on the file folder, J. McKenna, gave me a chill. He had been wounded in the line of duty—shot by a bank robbery suspect. Seeing the name reminded me of where I came from and why the need for hiding existed. I pushed the memories down. I’m not that person anymore. That person doesn’t exist. It wasn’t necessary to touch the necklace underneath my sweater as a reminder, but it had become a nervous habit. The locket was the only thing I had kept from that life.


The door opened and Sheila showed my patient in. As my eyes met his, my heart stopped for what seemed like hours. After reading the file, I was afraid of this. How many Jackson McKenna’s could there be? The hair is shorter and the face is older, but it’s him. I would know those eyes anywhere. Jackson McKenna. He was my first love and indirectly, the reason I had to use a cane to walk farther than across the room.
I cleared my throat and stood, reaching out to shake his hand as I would with any new patient, hoping he didn’t recognize me.
“I’m Dr. Parker. Please make yourself comfortable, Officer McKenna, and we can get started.”
When I realized his right arm was in a sling and we couldn’t shake hands, I dropped mine back to my side. Picking up my notepad and pen, I hoped he didn’t see the way my hands were shaking.
“It’s actually Detective, not Officer.”
He sat on the couch across from me, observing with those hazel eyes that have haunted my dreams for ten years, and then he shook his head.
“You remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago.”

WTMO Also Available Banner Final.jpg
Other books by L.A. Remenicky
Saving Cassie (Fairfield Corners #1)

Ragan’s Song (Fairfield Corners Book Two)

Sensual Diversions: 14 Sexy Shorts

Awethology Dark

The December Awethology Dark Volume

WTMO Author Bio Banner Final.jpg



L.A. Remenicky ~ Love Stories With A Twist
L.A. Remenicky is a forty-something wife and mother of three fur kids. A payroll professional by day, she writes out the stories in her head by night.
An avid reader all her life, she finally put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) during NaNoWriMo in 2012 and has never looked back. When she’s not typing away on her latest story with music playing in the background, she can usually be found spending time with her family and friends.

wTMO hostedby.jpg


Pieces by Patrick Heffernan


By Author Patrick Heffernan 
Genre: Fiction Murder Mystery 


It was supposed to have been just another routine night for Mike Lowe, a newly-promoted sergeant working Homicide in the police department. But then the call came, the call that would forever change his life, and the lives of so many people surrounding him. An anonymous call reports that body parts are scattered all about a vacant house.
When the police enter the house, incendiary devices go off, killing more police on the scene. Suddenly, Lowe finds himself in command of a task force he barely feels qualified to lead. Among the prime suspects are a fundamentalist church and a high-ranking police captain in his very department. Lowe must find and stop these people before they stop him as the killers continue escalating their game …




With the warrant in hand, an officer checked the front door, found it unlocked, and opened it. “Jesus Motherfucking Christ,” the officer said. His name was Paul Morris. He was 22 years old and barely out of the academy. Indeed, his FTO (field training officer) had only signed off on him ten days before.
Lowe looked into the living room and groaned. He saw parts of bodies and four human heads at first glimpse.
“Okay, back out of here and let’s wait on the Crime Scene Unit to do their thing,” Lowe ordered. “I think this one is officially my case, Officer Morris.”
“Jesus, you’re welcome to it,” Morris said, and then darted to the porch railing and hurled a huge spew of vomit into the flowerbed before walking away on unsteady legs. Moments later the crime scene team arrived with a huge Dodge Sprinter van piloted by one member while four others arrived in an Expedition. They entered the home with cameras and began their task while Lowe waited.
But twenty minutes later the house exploded. A call from one disposable phone was placed to another disposable phone, but this was wired to a little transmitter that sent a signal to a dozen thermite devices scattered about the house, several conveniently centered near gas lines. The explosion and fire were cataclysmic. One CSU member near a second-floor window leapt from the window to the ground, breaking three vertebrae and sustaining a closed head injury on impact. Three others were killed in the explosion. The fifth, near the door, burst out of the door with his clothes ablaze, and two cops blasted at him with fire extinguishers while Knox got on the radio for two ambulances and for the Fire Department to send in the world.







I’m an author living in the Houston-Galveston area. My writing is, as you can see, eclectic, and I love what I do, so you’ll see plenty more from me in times to come.



The Lunam Ceremony by Nicole Loufas

Born from a curse that allows her kind to shift from human to wolf, Kalysia won the genetic lottery. She is the offspring of an original, born to lead and bound by her duty to produce an heir to continue their bloodline she must leave the only life she has ever known to take part in The Lunam Ceremony. This ancient ritual will solidify her place in the pack and determine who she will love for the rest of her life. There’s just one problem – Kalysia doesn’t believe in love.
That changes when she falls into the hands of Dillan Dukes. The attraction is undeniable. The connection unbreakable. He is everything love at first site is supposed to be, suddenly her future doesn’t look that bad.
Unwilling to give up hope on going to college and having the life her and Dillan fantasize about outside the pack, she reluctantly takes on the role as pack leader. When an unexpected proposal is made that will grant both Dillan and Kalysia their freedom she is willing to put her ego, and her heart aside, to make her dream come true.
One night. 
One act of selflessness.
For the life she’s always dreamt about.
Only things are not what they seem.
Can Kalysia and Dillan find happily ever after with the consequences of that night haunting them forever?
A loud boom rattles the windows in the building and I hit the floor. It sounds like a bomb has gone off, but I hear laughing and the music comes back on. It was just fireworks. I make my way back downstairs and out the back door. I’ll hide in the woods. By the time the ceremony starts and Layla notices I’m missing, it will be too late to find me.
I see Bonnie and Jessie carrying out the white garments. It’s almost time. I move towards the woods and I spot Cassie looking for me. I flatten myself against the wall and slide across it until I reach the end of the building. I round the corner and take off in a full sprint towards the woods. I make it three steps and then I trip.
That hurt. I spit dirt from my mouth as I push myself up to a sitting position. I look down at my knee and hear someone laughing. When I turn my head, I see Dillan Dukes leaning against the wall.
“Slow down there, speedy,” he quips.
In moments like this, there is nothing you can say. All you can do is laugh. I burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Dillan joins me on the ground.
“Are you laughing with me or at me?” I finally ask.
“A little of both.” His voice is deep and sexy. He smells like sage and cigarettes. “I’m Dillan, by the way.” He holds his hand out to me and I shake it.
“I know who you are. I’m Kalysia.”
“I know who you are.” He smiles and turns my hand over. “Don’t worry about this.” He swipes his fingers across the scrapes on my palm. “After Lunam, you’ll be all healed.”
“So I’ve heard,” I say as Dillan springs off the ground and helps me up.
We stand face to face in silence. I feel his heart beating between us and suddenly something sparks inside of me. This time the burning begins in my chest. My breathing becomes erratic. I taste his breath on my tongue, and I want to kiss him. I edge forward until we are chest to chest. He steps back. I reach for his hand, and he pulls away.
“Kalysia, we can’t,” he whispers into the space between us. “Lunam is beginning.” He brushes his lips across my hand and walks away.
Nicole was born and raised in California. She claims to be a San Francisco native, however she’s lived in both Northern and Southern California. She credits her creativity to the fact that she attended 12 schools between kindergarten and her senior year in high school. Her nomadic childhood allowed her to reinvent herself often. Some might say she was a liar. While others see the stories she told as a coping mechanism. Twelve schools, in six cities, in twelve years – give her a break. Today she channels her storytelling ability into writing novels. Long story short – kids that lie become writers.
Instagram: @nicoleloufas ~ Goodreads
Thizz, A Love Story
Amazon ~ FREE on Kindle Unlimited ~ Goodreads