The Matchmaker’s Playbook by Rachel Van Dyken

Hey, everyone! It’s time for a book spotlight! Here’s NYT Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken’s newest novel The Matchmaker’s Playbook:

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Wingman rule number one: don’t fall for a client.

After a career‐ending accident, former NFL recruit Ian Hunter is back on campus—and he’s ready to get his new game on. As one of the masterminds behind Wingmen, Inc., a successful and secretive word‐of‐ mouth dating service, he’s putting his extensive skills with women to work for the lovelorn. But when Blake Olson requests the services of Wingmen, Inc., Ian may have landed his most hopeless client yet.

From her frumpy athletic gear to her unfortunate choice of footwear, Blake is going to need a miracle if she wants to land her crush. At least with a professional matchmaker by her side she has a fighting chance. Ian knows that his advice and a makeover can turn Blake into another successful match. But as Blake begins the transformation from hot mess to smokin’ hot, Ian realizes he’s in danger of breaking his cardinal rule…

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“If you hurt her, I’m going to break off your favorite appendage.” “Silly Gabi.” I grinned. “Is that an invitation to touch?” “Guarantee if I ever do touch you, it will only end badly.” “Tease.” I winked.

“Stop that.” She flicked me on the nose. “Your sexual prowess is dead to me. Dead!”

Rolling my eyes, I wrapped an arm around her and steered us both into the kitchen, where the smell of French bread and spaghetti filled the air. “Have I told you how much I miss our weekly dinners? Think we should do it daily? You know, so I don’t starve?”

Gabi shrugged out of my embrace. “Learn how to cook.”

I jutted out my lower lip. “It’s not for lack of knowledge.” I broke off a piece of warm bread, then poured myself a large glass of wine. “It’s because yours always tastes better.”

Gabi groaned loudly. “Damn, do the girls really fall for that? Still?”
“Eh.” I shrugged and made a so­so motion with my hand. “Nine out of ten.” “You disgust me.”
“You say that every day.”
“Because it’s true every day.”

“When’s dinner ready?” Serena bounced into the room, literally, her head bobbing from left to right. Maybe that’s how girls like her built up more brain cells. They shook the air, and the pressure between their ears exploded, making tiny little brain­cell babies.

Gabi poked her head into the fridge. “When Lex gets here.” “So it’s ready now?” she asked.

Never mind. No brain­cell babies. I fought the urge to point to the steaming spaghetti and bread sitting on the breakfast bar. Didn’t it look ready, kiddo?

“Technically,” I answered for Gabi. “But we aren’t eating”—I stressed the word “eating” even though I’d just taken some bread—“until my sidekick gets here.”

“Sidekick, huh?” Serena crossed her arms, forcing her boobs to kiss one another and nearly hit her in the chin.

“Oh, I thought you knew.” I gave her a sad face. “I’m the hero in this scenario . . . Even own my own cape. He’s basically the Robin to my Batman.”

“Batman’s hot.”

“So is Robin,” Gabi said defensively.

Whoa. Did she just defend Lex? I felt her forehead. She pushed my hand away and handed me some parmesan cheese.

The door flew open, and Lex stepped through, holding up two bottles of Cab. “Sorry, traffic was shit.” “Language,” Gabi called.

Lex and I shared a look before Lex stomped over to the swear jar and tossed in a dollar bill.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases? Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel’s New Rockin Readers. Her website is http://www.rachelvandykenauthor.com.

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The Cure by Tania Hagan: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Title:  The Cure
Author:   Tania Hagan
Published:  February 16th, 2016
Publisher:  Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing
Genre:  YA Dystopian
Content Warning:   Mild violence, romantic scenes, mild foul language

Synopsis:  Eighteen-year-old Genesis Weatherby is a clone of a long-dead silent-screen star. In order to eradicate cancer, GOD–the Genetic Operations Division–only allows procreation by way of the code-regeneration system. All of her life, Genny has learned “Original” births are the greatest threat to the cancer-free world. But, what happens when dashing British newcomer, Nat Wilkinson, steps into her perfect life, and overturns everything she ever believed?
Buoyed by their love for each other, as well as by their mutual distrust of GOD, Nat and Genny hatch a dangerous plan to change the system, one child at a time.
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Tania Hagan has been a writer most of her adult life. The Cure is her first work of fiction. Tania resides in Chicago with her husband, her daughter, and her three dogs.

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     That night, I was no longer Genny Weatherby. She was dead. At least, she might as well have been dead. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember who I was now supposed to be. I had used her name like it was my own earlier in the day. I had thrown it out there, and I’d owned it. But, at the moment, it escaped me. I knew it didn’t really matter. Whoever she was, she looked just like me. Everyone on that list looked just like me.
     I made a halfhearted attempt to pull her name into my head as I crouched behind the stack of alfalfa bales. The storage shed, which was little more than a roof supported by eight tall metal posts, provided little shelter for me.
     I knew I was not out in the open, so I couldn’t be discovered. Despite the imperfect nature of my hiding place, at least I was hidden.
     I tried to relax a bit since I had already been there for half an hour. He’d told me to stay in the car, but I’d felt trapped. Plus, if anyone came looking for us, the first place they would look would be the car. That was my logic.
     My ankles were swollen. My stomach ached, and the sweet, fresh-cut grass smell permeating from the alfalfa only accentuated the problem. At any other time in my life, I would have welcomed the scent, but not now.
     My long red hair was pulled into a tight pony-tail. I loosened the band a bit, and pulled a few of the tighter strands out, in order to alleviate some of the pounding in my head. Along with the hair, I also released some of the familiar cherry-almond scent from my shampoo. I didn’t remember how long it had been since I’d last washed my hair, but, apparently, the sweet odor outlasted the cleanliness. Even that pleasant scent turned my stomach.
     We hadn’t eaten all day. We’d left our last bag of supplies on top of our car when we’d taken off in a hurry the night before. It was my fault. I knew better than to pull out the entire bag just for one meal. But, I had thought we would have plenty of time to repack before we had to flee.
     I had the old-fashioned rifle by my side. Of course, I didn’t know how to use it. The impromptu training I had gone through a couple of days before had done nothing for my confidence, let alone my skill. But, it made him feel better knowing I had a way to protect myself if we were ever separated like we were now.
     I yawned, and I allowed myself to lean back a bit onto the itchy bale behind me. I was so tired. I never knew I could be so tired. I had only been able to steal maybe four hours of sleep since yesterday morning.
     The stars in the clear Nevada sky glistened above my head. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled into the night.
     I propped my growing ankles up on another bale, hoping they would eventually deflate. I was wearing my mom’s expensive hiking boots. Even if my own, cheaper shoes had still fit me comfortably, they would not have made it through this journey. As I sunk further into the hay, my back thanked me for the relief, and I edged slowly towards sleep.
     A year ago, this would have been the last place I’d thought I would be. I was supposed to be getting ready to start college. I had been accepted to the University of Kansas, and I’d planned to have all of my supplies, including bedding and decorations for my dorm, ready by the end of August. School would be starting in the middle of September. I was going to follow in my sister’s footsteps by majoring in Political Science, and entering the pre-law program. There was no chance of that happening now.
     Almost everything I had ever learned about the world was a lie. So many things I’d believed were good, now appeared to be nothing short of evil.
     They had eradicated cancer, but at what price? I was still reeling from the information we’d recently heard. It had overturned everything I knew.
     As part of our curriculum since Kindergarten, we’d learned all about how The Cure had come into being. While we were allowed some degree of laziness in subjects such as Math, and Language, US History was drilled into our brains from the time we could read.
     Eliminating cancer topped the list of important accomplishments in World History as well. No event, anywhere, at any time, even came close to the importance of The Cure. Except for a few fluke cancer-cases here and there, no one dreaded the beast in quite the same way our ancestors had.
     I thought of my little brother and sister. They were two of the lights of my life, as was my whole family. Now, I wondered if they were safe at all…


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The Proving: Excerpt + Giveaway

 

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The Proving by Ken Brosky

It’s been 100 years since the Specters invaded Earth. Like ghosts they haunt the planet, devouring any human being foolish enough to venture outside of the last remaining protected cities. For some humans, venturing out isn’t a choice–it’s an opportunity to prove yourself to your clan. But when a coterie of New Adults undertaking a mission deep in Specter territory discover a terrible secret, they quickly find that everything they’ve learned may be wrong … and Earth is in grave danger.

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Suddenly, the area all around her began to glow, as if some sinister light was slowly coming to life. Thin pine and tupelo trunks were painted in a fiery red light, bright enough that each tree cast a bloody shadow. The creature was near. She ran left, thinking about her family and blinking away stinging hot tears. She hoped to see them again. She hoped to tell her husband and her daughter how much she loved them both. Her body, numb, expected death at any moment but she refused to give in. Ahead, she could see an end to the forest. And something else . . .

A fence! An old fence whose links were being pulled earthward by heavy vines with thick stalks and fat, crescent-shaped leaves. And beyond the fence: a dim pool of white light illuminated a squat building at the far edge of a barren lot. The building must be an emergency supply depot, no doubt running solely on stored energy from the solar panels attached to the roof, slanted up at the sky. The depot would contain emergency equipment and maybe some kind of weapon. It would have a communication system, too.

She could jump the fence. She could take one step on the constrained chain links and reach the top and hop over. She could reach the building. She could survive. She’d carried a child in her womb for nine months, seven days and an additional fifteen excruciating hours of labor. Her back had endured. Her legs had endured. This pain she felt in her shins now? It was nothing. It was an annoyance.

She could do this. She could send a warning.

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Reprieve: $20 Giveaway + Excerpt

It’s time for another giveaway and excerpt! Keep reading for an excerpt from Reprieve by Celeste Hollister and a chance to win $20!!!!

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Title:   Reprieve
Author:   Celeste Hollister
Published:  December 8th, 2015
Publisher:  Elsekind Publishing
Genre:  Literary Fiction
Content Warning:  Graphic, non-gratuitous sex scenes
Recommended Age:  17+
Synopsis: “Don’t you think someone might miss him—that man we found?” Meredith asked. “He must have a family, someone who wonders day after day where he is and whether he’s safe and why he left. I know what that’s like to wait and wait for someone who never comes home.”
Gale gaped at her.
Meredith said, “Someone needs to know he’s never coming home.”
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In the summer of 92, Gale and Meredith find the body of a dead black man in the river of their all-white hometown. They go for help, but when the search doesn’t turn up a body, Meredith’s father, the police chief, accuses them of making it all up. That night, Gale runs away from home, turning Meredith’s whole world inside out.
Thirteen years later, Meredith finds Gale’s picture in a magazine. Desperate to make sense of her life, she tracks him down and invokes a childhood promise that will lead them back home.

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“It took all of twelve hours from the time I found your picture in GQ to getting your address from Ceravolo’s assistant,” she said.
        “Your point?” Gale asked.
        She bit down her frustration. “Okay, so maybe you just had to leave Levine because your life sucked beyond belief. I didn’t search for you after you left, not like your Dad did—”
        Gale’s eyes flicked to hers.
        “—And he did,” she said. “Until it left him dry. But I found you. I don’t usually believe in such things, but I think there’s a reason—”
        “—Ah, God—”
        “—Not like that.” She tightened her fists until the gash on her palm twinged. “Don’t you think someone might miss him—that man we found? He must have a family, someone who wonders day after day where he is, and whether he’s safe, and why he left. I know what that’s like to wait and wait for someone who never comes home.”
        He stared at her.
        “Someone needs to know he’s never coming home.”
        “Mer,” he said.
        “So I’m going back.”
        “No—”
        “—Yes. I’m going back,” she said.
        “Meredith, no.”
        A laugh broke from her, a low, bitter sound. “And you’re coming with me.”
        Gale was up again. He shoved the table. “Why?” he said. “Why would I do that? Why would I go back to the Bible-Thumping, Proud-to-Be-Confederacy Capital of Texas. Why?”
        “Because you were there—”
        “—Oh, I know what this is,” he said, stabbing a finger at her. “Miss Barbie Princess fell down and cracked her head. Found out you’re not so impenetrable in your Malibu Dream House?”
        She sputtered, speechless.
        “That’s right, I know,” he said. “I read it all on Yahoo! News. Live-in girlfriend of Jerome fucking Snow.”
        She pressed cold fingertips to her eyelids. “Oh no.”
        Gale said, “He know you’re here?”
        “No. He doesn’t.” She opened her eyes and re-focused. “This isn’t about him.”
        Gale took the empty chair beside her. “Hey, if you’re running, I’ll run, too. Got nothing tying me here.”
        “I’m not running.”
        “Really?” He traced the bandage on her forehead. “Mr. Playboy Billionaire do this?”
        “I’m not running,” she said again. “Not from him.”
        Gale looked as though he still had his doubts.
        “You remember that summer?” she said. “All the stunts we pulled, all the trouble?”
        His lips pulled into a lop-sided smile. “Spray-painting the trestle bridge—”
        “—Getting caught sneaking out of my bedroom window—”
        “—Lest we forget ramping my Dad’s Harley into the Levine Middle School Marquee,” Gale said. He rolled his shoulder at the memory. “Broke my arm—”
        “—You’re lucky it wasn’t your neck.”
        “And the shoplifting,” he said, grinning now. “From Two Sisters Christian Books. Guess I’m going to Hell for that one.”
        “You remember what you took?”
        A muscle in his neck twitched. “Yeah, I remember.”
        “You remember what you said when you gave it to me?”
        He lowered his eyes. “I said so long as you wore it, I’d be with you,” he said. “I promised.”
        Meredith pulled the platinum chain from under her camisole. The nautilus pendant swung between her face and his. “You promised.”
        “Fuck,” he said and lit another cigarette. And Meredith knew, for better or worse, that Gale would follow her home.
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Celeste Hollister is a novelist, a mom, a travel writer, and a teacher. She writes characters who struggle with racial identity and LGBT+ representation. She graduated from Texas State with a degree in writing, taught in the public school system for a decade, and lived in Korea for a year. She loves wine, cats, cookies, and traveling by train. She currently lives in San Marcos with her daughter and their friendly feline overlord.
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Son of Light: Spotlight + Excerpt

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Title: The Son of Light Book 2: The M.B.S. Guild Author: Chris Parker
Genre: Fantasy

Despite having the worst birthday in his life, sixteen year old Joshua Suzuki finally gets his birthday wish—to get out of his house in Porter Ranch, California, which he had spent a decade locked up in. But his wish would be an unusual one because he soon finds himself in an underground college, which belonged to secret organization, called the M.B.S. (Mind, Body, and Soul) Guild. This blows Josh’s mind. And what shocks him even more is that his twenty‐six year old foster brother, Nickolas Suzuki, is the leader of the M.B.S. Guild.

Nick wastes no time in telling Josh the horrible truth to why they’ve been in hiding for ten years — The Demon Lord, Hexen, has returned. Nick puts Josh in the protection of his

crazy college friends to train him in the art of energy, as Nick travels around the world for clues about Lord Hexen’s origins.

But after being lured out of the guild, Josh find himself in the outside world again, a world far more dangerous than the last time. Now, Josh has to find his way back to the guild while dealing with violent bandits, crazed zombie‐like people, and worst of all, Lord Hexen. Can Josh survive?

The Son of Light Book 2: The M.B.S. Guild is an adult fantasy novel that features fast‐paced action, and side‐splitting comedy. If you like the Harry Potter and A Game of Thrones novels, then you like The Son of Light book 2.

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Chris Parker started writing during his community college years until he transferred to a film school, Columbia College Hollywood, after losing his house in 2008. There he came up with many stories such as, The Son of Light. However, he went to school to become an editor. After earning his BA, Chris went back to his first love, writing.

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The Naked Lady

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It was the night of April 27th, 2018. A car sped down the street of Katella Ave in Anaheim California. Meanwhile, sprinting across the same street was a young man of nineteen with blue hair, gelled up like modern greaser. In his hand was a silver sword with dark blue edges, the hilt formed the face of a roaring, dark blue panther. He stopped to catch his breath as he examined his ripped and bloody shirt.

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Ariel Rising: Giveaway and Excerpt!

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 Hey, blog buddies! Today, I’m spotlighting AJ & CS Sparber’s book Ariel Rising, which has a fascinating premise. Continue reading for the excerpt and giveaway!!

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: Ariel Rising
Author:  AJ and CS Sparber
Published:  October 30th, 2015 
Publisher:  Mind’s Eye Press  
Genre:  YA Paranormal
Recommended Age:  14+

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My name is Ari Worthington and I’ve had a very eventful week. A life-changing week. The kind of week that would make the average person whimper
It started when my ex‐boyfriend Luke accosted me in the woods.
How badly was I injured? Not a scratch. And Luke? Not so lucky. Nope, I whupped him good. It surprised the heck out of me. And it probably surprised him, too—once he woke up.
And then I met Davin. Handsome, witty, amazing Davin. Perfect in every way, unless you think being an alien, from a planet called Olympus, might be a liability.
“Seriously? Your planet is named after a Greek mountain?” I ask him.
“Actually, it’s the other way around,” he tells me. “The mountain was named after us. We’ve been visiting Earth for a very, very long time. As a matter of fact, we are responsible for human evolution.”
So, ancient aliens are real? Yeah. But there’s more. Davin’s an angel, which I could have handled, would have handled, if only he hadn’t told me I was one, too.
“But we don’t have wings,” I say.
“Real angels don’t need wings,” he counters.
“Ah, that explains everything,” I reply.
So, you think this is just another angel story? Well, it’s not. It’s got humor, romance, adventure, science, tragedy, and… did I say romance? It’ll make you think, and laugh, and cry.
Davin and I, you see, are part of a larger plan. A noble plan. A plan to save the sons and daughters of man, or what’s left of them, after the war. A big war.
Okay, enough of my rambling. Davin and I need to get back to training. And you’ve got some reading to do, yeah?

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Davin and I walk to my house in silence. In my mind, I keep seeing our kiss, the expression on his face when he pulled away, how humiliated I felt.
“Well, thank you for seeing me home safely,” I say softly.
“Ari, can we talk?”
“I guess.” I nod toward the swing chair on the front porch. “Let’s sit. I’m really tired.”
I sit down and turn sideways, pulling my knees up to my chin. Davin sits down next to me, keeping as much distance between us as he can. “I hurt you,” he says.
“What makes you say that?”
“I have a well‐developed sense of perception.” He manages a thin smile.
“I had no right to kiss you like that, Davin. It was inappropriate. I mean, we’ve only known each other for two days. I don’t know what came over me. One minute I was looking into your eyes and the next thing I knew, I was kissing you…”
“And I kissed you back,” he finishes.
“Obviously. But the way you reacted…it was hurtful.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“It’s not your fault. I was the aggressor.”
“And I was an accessory to the crime.”
“Crime?”
“Perhaps that was a bad choice of words. The fact is, I could not let myself be distracted. We were in a vulnerable position and we were physically drained from the healing.”
His eyes look sad. Conflicted. Can this impossibly old Warrior simply be socially awkward?
 “There are more tactful ways to end an ill‐timed kiss.”
“Ari,” he says softly, “In times of extreme stress, emotions cannot always be trusted.”
“Balderdash. So, you think I was looking for comfort? A quick kiss, a calming fix?” I practically spit the words out. He thinks I’m weak!
Davin shakes his head slowly. “That’s not what I think at all…” A smile slowly forms on his lips. “Balderdash? I like that word.”
I roll my eyes. “Tell me what you really think, Davin. I’m dying to know. Do you think I’m an emotional wreck?” I’m building up a head of steam. “Why did you kiss me back?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Bull! That’s a copout.”
“Ari…”
“If you want to help me…if you really want to keep me safe, you have to be honest with me. I kissed you because I like you, Davin. I’m attracted to you. Perhaps it’s a reaction to stress, but I need to deal with it, not run from it.” My tone softens as I continue. “I think you like me, too. In fact, I’m pretty damn sure of it.”
The look on his face tells me all I need to know, and I smile inside.
He sighs deeply and nods. “The truth is, I seem to be drawn to you like a moth to moonlight and I’m not sure I understand why. But if I am to keep you safe, I cannot afford to be distracted. Not now. Not yet. Not here.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I stare at him, like an idiot.

Who Are the Authors?
AJ and CS Sparber
When it comes to being a husband and wife (or wife and husband) writing team, there are advantages, or benefits. Chief among them is that you get to practice the love scenes. He writes, she steers, and…well, it’s fun. He is a software designer and she is a doctor of education. AJ and CS Sparber live in the lovely town of Hudson, Ohio, with their son Ryan, their daughter Melanie, and an Aussie shepherd named Hunter. Woof. 
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