Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Featuring Nicola Rendell With Her Book Shimmy Bang Sparkle



Guest Post: What Stealing A Diamond and Stealing a Heart Have In Common with the Heroine from Shimmy Bang Sparkle by Nicola Rendell 

Hi! My name is Stella Peretti. I am the head of the only all-female jewel heist crew west of the Mississippi. We call ourselves the Shimmy Shimmy Bangs. I got started in this life of crime when I was a girl. I saw something that I knew was unfair and I had to do what was necessary to make it right. I’ve heard that the old hardened cons who learn about us say we are “Robin Hooding” our way around the Southwest. I’m really proud of that! 

Nick gets involved in my plan to steal the North Star diamond because of an accidental text that I mistakenly send to him. I know, I know. Dummy! But because my girls are not able to execute the heist with me, Nick offers his expertise. I’m reluctant at first. But he wins me over. He’s competent, persistent… and sexy. God, so sexy!

What have I learned from my experience with Nick? Surprisingly, stealing someone's heart is a lot like stealing a diamond. Here are five skills that you need for both: 

If You’ve Got It, Flaunt It. 

I don’t go into a heist or a relationship with my guns blazing. Instead, I give a little bat of my lashes, show a little leg, play up my most feminine qualities. Being a good flirt is a huge advantage in my line of work… and in nabbing Nick Norton, too! 
It’s a Confidence Game.

Having confidence in yourself is key to getting what you want, either in a heist or winning a man’s heart. 

Play Dirty.

There’s a time for playing by the rules and being a good girl, but it’s no holds barred in love and theft!  

Be Careful… But Not Too Careful.

When it comes to heists, I’m a planner. But when it comes down to it, it takes guts to steal a diamond. And it takes guts to fall in love as well. Soemtimes you just have to open your heart and see what happens.
All Or Nothing.  
I’ve known a lot of thieves who are doing twenty-to-life for a Zales one karat diamond.. And sure, I’ve stolen my share of engagement rings but only if it’s easy pickings. If you’re going to risk your liberty and your heart, it damn well better be worth it. The North Star is worth it. And so is Nick. 



About the Book

Title: Shimmy Bang Sparkle
Author: Nicola Rendell
Release Date: August 21, 2018
Publisher: Montlake Romance

Blurb

All Nick Norton wants is to stay on the straight and narrow…and never get caught stealing again. Then he lays eyes on her: Stella Peretti—100 percent sexy and absolutely irresistible. Especially when he sees her smooth moves lifting a two-karat diamond. Nick realizes he’s found the sparkling woman of his dreams—one so perfect for him it’s almost criminal.

The Shimmy Shimmy Bangs are master jewel thieves who are planning the heist of the century. And Shimmy leader, Stella, isn’t about to let anyone—even if he is a hunky, tatted-up studmuffin—get in her way. But when two of her girls are put out of commission, Stella realizes that Nick isn’t just a red-hot distraction. He might be the answer to her pilfering prayers.

Now, Nick and Stella are putting everything on the line for one last job. But when two thieves have this much chemistry, it’s only a matter of time before somebody’s heart gets stolen.




Shimmy Bang Sparkle Excerpt

“It’s fun to dream.”

Stella tugged on the diamond ring with her thumb and forefinger to take it off, it didn’t cooperate. She furrowed her eyebrows, and laughed nervously, wiggling it and spinning it. “That’ll teach me to get extra-large fries with my lunch.”

The saleswoman laughed, nodding, and patted her slightly pudgy stomach. “Tell me about it, hon.”

For a few tense seconds, I stared at the ring. She twisted it, and tugged it. She rocked it back and forth. She gave it a yank, but still it didn’t budge. I took her hand in mine and gave it a shot too. But didn’t have any luck either. It was totally stuck.

“This isn’t embarrassing or anything,” said Stella softly as she gave it another try, doing the side-to-side rocking again. “I’m sure this is a first.”

“Oh my gosh, no. Fingers often swell in the afternoons. Lemme go get you some lotion. Be right back,” the saleswoman said, and headed for the back of the store.

Stella sighed hard and grabbed her purse from the floor, hooking it over her shoulder. “Thank you,” she called after the woman as she jingled away. “I really apologize. We’ll be out of here in no time.”

The saleswoman tossed her hand in the air. “Totally OK. Hang on.”

As she walked away though, Stella transformed right before my eyes. It was subtle, but I was watching her so close that it was like a butterfly coming out of a cocoon. The sweet-as-pie innocence was replaced with calm and focus. Her posture changed, the way she’d held her lips changed, even her stance changed. She shifted her hair over her shoulder and turned away from me, preventing me from seeing what she was looking for in her bag. I rolled my weight back onto my heels to get a different angle—not enough for her to notice, but enough to see what was going on. With the help of an oval tabletop mirror to my right, I saw exactly what she was up to. From the side pocket of her purse, she produced a little tube of something.

Hand lotion.

She didn’t call out to the saleswoman, but instead lowered her head slightly, allowing her hair to slip off her shoulder. I realized she was not only keeping her hands hidden from me, but also—thanks to her hair—away from the prying eyes of the black-domed security cameras in each corner of the shop. Suddenly, each detail seemed practiced. Strategic.

Damn near . . . professional.

She flipped open the top of the tube and squirted some onto her finger.

And then she did it. If I hadn’t been watching it, I wouldn’t have believed it. Houdini would’ve wept. Copperfield would’ve proposed. Blaine would have asked her to do a Vegas show with him. Once her finger was greased up, she used the thumb of her left hand to slide the diamond off her finger. It fell noiselessly into her bag. She dropped the tube of lotion on top, and the ring disappeared into the depths of her purse. Then, from the interior side pocket of the purse, she produced . . .

The same setting. The same cut. The same size.

The identical engagement ring.

I was floored. But somehow, I managed to play it cool. She didn’t know I’d seen her, and I wasn’t going to blow her cover. Only a creep interrupts a magician in the middle of an act.

The saleswoman tottered back toward us. The fake was on Stella’s finger, and the real ring was nowhere to be seen. “Here you go, hon,” said the woman, holding out a bottle of lotion with the lid already undone. “Smells real good too.” She squirted a glop of the pink liquid on Stella’s finger, making the whole place smell like laundry detergent.

Stella worked some lotion around her ring finger, and slipped off the fake, with a big sigh. “Phew! That was a close one.”

The saleswoman just giggled. “No worries. Happens more than you’d think,” she said, and took the keys from her skirt. Using a jewelry cloth, she cleaned the lotion off the ring until it sparkled again, set it on its spinning velvet platform, and locked up the case.

And there I thought I’d found my bliss already.

“Thanks so much for all your help,” Stella said, and zipped up her purse.

I felt like I was dreaming. Never, in my whole life, had I seen anything so smooth. She seemed sweet, she looked so sexy, and to top it all off, she was utterly badass. I needed to get my hands on her. Now.




Author Biography

Bestselling author Nicola Rendell loves writing naughty romantic comedies. After receiving a handful of degrees from a handful of places, she now works as a professor in New England. Nicola’s work has been featured in the Huffington Post and the USA Today blog Happy Ever After. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. Her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady, but she’s totally okay with that. For more information and updates, visit www.NicolaRendell.com.

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Pure Textuality PR Blog Tour Making Chase by Lauren Dane



The Chase boys. Ridiculously hot and notoriously single.

All of Petal, Georgia, is waiting for the last Chase brother to fall. At least, that’s how it feels to firefighter Matt Chase, who’s getting a little anxious himself. His brothers have all found love—why hasn’t he? But fate, in the form of a curvaceous hairdresser, is about to change that.

Salon owner Tate Murphy has come a long way from her trailer-park roots, taking care of her seven siblings along the way. Even though she’s put the past behind her, she knows someone like Matt Chase is way out of her league. But that doesn’t stop her from getting a good eyeful every chance she gets.

When a car accident throws them together, Tate gets more than an eyeful—she gets the whole package. Not that she’s complaining. But when small-town bias and her own insecurities get in the way of their relationship, Matt will have to prove he doesn’t care where she came from…only where she goes.

The Chase is on. One small town. Four hot brothers. And enough heat to burn up anyone who dares to get close. Don’t miss the other books in the series: Taking Chase, Giving Chase and Chased.


About the Book


Making Chase
by Lauren Dane
Series
Chase Brothers
Genre
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Publisher
Carina Press
Publication Date
August 28, 2018

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Tour Wide Giveaway

To celebrate the release of MAKING CHASE by Lauren Dane, we’re giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner!
GIVEAWAY TERMS & CONDITIONS:  Open to internationally. One winner will receive a $25 Amazon gift card. This giveaway is administered by Pure Textuality PR on behalf of Carina Press.  Giveaway ends 9/3/2018 @ 11:59pm EST. Limit one entry per reader. Duplicates will be deleted.  CLICK HERE TO ENTER!


About Lauren Dane

The story goes like this – While on pregnancy bed rest, LAUREN DANE had plenty of down time so her husband took her comments about “giving that writing thing a serious go” to heart and brought home a secondhand laptop. She wrote her first book on it before it gave up the ghost. Even better, she sold that book and never looked back.
Today Lauren is a New York Times bestselling author of over fifty novels and novellas across several genres.
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August 21, 2018 New Releases

Sunday, August 19, 2018

Author Book Signing Events That I Am Curious About

With no Passion in Portland this year and no word of the event in 2019 I went looking for other alternatives that I would like to attend in the next year or two. I found this really great site, called Romance Refined, which stood out from other sites because of it is very extensive list of gatherings for writers and readers. There were so many to choose from and many of them didn’t seem to be anything like Passion in Portland, especial with the words Writer’s Conference in the title. Although, even they some of those do have some interesting possibilities.

Second site, U. S. Book Signing And Event Directory was sort of helpful if I was mostly interested in traveling around the country for one author at a time. Don’t get me wrong, it is useful but functions more like a calendar so if you sneeze you could miss an event close to home. That’s what happened to me in July when I found a book signing event in Seattle. I went back later to get more info on the event in order to plan for 2019 and because the event had already past, by only a day or two, I could no longer find or access it, so here is to hoping to find it next year.

Book signing events I really want to attend sometime in the next year or two


I wish I could attend one of them this year but with my son getting ready to go to boot camp I have to save my vacation time for his departure in October and his boot camp graduation.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Book 3 of the Twin Moons Saga: Daughter of the Dark Moon By Holly Bargo



Book 3 of the Twin Moons Saga: Daughter of the Dark Moon
By Holly Bargo
Genre: Fantasy Romance
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Signed Copies Available at the #SpringfieldOHBookFair August 18th
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Blurb:

Worlds fear the powerful, ruthless, and cold-hearted Unseelie king. Deposed and his kingdom conquered, Uberon answers the call of a young human woman's soul and claims her as his mate. Corinne's clever mind captivates him, her compassion intrigues him, her beauty enchants him, and her body stokes his libido like nothing else ever did or could.
Discovering that myths and legends really are based in fact, Corinne soon learns her fate as the Unseelie king's chosen mate and the consequences of fae immortality as she adapts to a new world and her relationship with Uberon develops. She revels in Uberon's passion and shoulders the burden of power and responsibility beyond anything she ever dreamed.

Chapter 1 Excerpt

Tiny biting insects hovered nearby in the sultry summer air, but resisted the temptation of his skin as he moved like a shadow, soundless and unnoticed, through the thickly wooded state park. The very idea of reserving tracts of wilderness amused him, even though this was not his native realm. The fishy scent of fresh water nearby tickled his nose. He adjusted his direction accordingly, and then his flared nostrils caught another, more desired fragrance.
He paused at the forest edge, observing the woman who sat on the old concrete boat ramp as she reeled in a fish with expert skill.
“Y’all can come out now,” she called over her shoulder without looking behind her.
He obeyed her beckons and quietly took a seat beside her as she cast her line again. They sat in companionable silence, inches apart, never touching. He did not quite know her reason for the
studious avoidance of physical contact and did not question it. He simply enjoyed the soft sounds of her breathing, the rustle of her clothes, the splash of water, the rustling of leaves, and the chirps of birds. It reminded him of his home in midsummer.
She caught another fish, deemed it inadequate for her purposes, and released it back into the water after extracting the sharp hook from its mouth. She glanced at the horizon and noted the sun’s descent and the vivid flare of color across the western sky.
“I’ve got enough to feed both of us tonight if you’re hungry,” she invited him as she hauled up the day’s meager catch. She gathered her cooler and tackle and began the hike back to her tiny cabin. He fell into step behind her, feeling protective and watching for danger.
“Nothing but the occasional black bear or badger around here,” she said, her voice quiet in the rustling wilderness.
He said nothing, but shadowed her nonetheless. He knew park visitors occasionally tramped through what she considered her territory and that some of them had less than benign intentions. He’d killed one of them not three days past.
The elimination of a tainted soul did not disturb him. After hundreds of millennia, little actually disturbed him. He glanced at the slender hips swaying with each step, the lure to masculine interest unintentional. Desire surged, a heady sensation he hadn’t enjoyed since his mate died.
Had been killed.
Murdered.
That was the last time he’d seen the Erlking, who had avenged the wrong, but the Erlking’s justice had not been enough. His mate’s death shattered his soul.
The icy fury that always followed that bitter memory sent chills up and down his spine, but did not overwhelm the sanity that most of his world believed he lost long ago. And he had for a short time, until the pull of his son, his only child, had restored him to rational thought. But now Marog, too, was dead and Mogren ruled the Unseelie Court. So, he had finally left the chill, dusty environs of his libraries and laboratories.
He preferred it that way. He mourned Marog’s death; any father would. However, the crown prince had chosen his fate, and Uberon, the deposed Unseelie king, believed in free will if he believed in nothing else.
Except where this one woman was concerned.
She was his.
The oracle confirmed it.

About Holly Bargo

 Holly Bargo never outgrew a love of fairy tales, legends, and myths. Or horses. However, one foot must remain firmly planted in the real world which is where Holly makes her living and lives with her husband, children, and menagerie--which, yes, includes horses. And llamas, alpacas, a rabbit, cats, and one very big, fluffy, white dog. (If you read Tiger in the Snow, you'll learn that, yes, rabbits really can spit. Who would have thought that?)

Sometime in between the day job as a freelance writer and editor, the night job of wife, mom, Dr. Doolittle wannabe, and 4-H club leader, Holly finds time to transfer the voices in her head to paper ... er ... computer. If she doesn't, there's a definite possibility her mind will explode.

And for those who might wonder from where the pseudonym of Holly Bargo came, it's quite simple really. Horses. Namely an elegant and temperamental Appaloosa mare who has long since crossed the Rainbow Bridge and is fondly remembered for guarding toddler children and crushing a brand-new pager.

But that's another story.