Monday, November 11, 2013

This week's selction to finals in book cover contest.

Another tie, this time a three way tie in selecting the Book covers for the Finals. With one more week to go the feild is getting crowded, but that is good. I will post the winners below with a short blurp about each one and where it can be found should you be interested. For those out there that are still interested, join me on Marsocial at this link and enter your cover. and join in the fun. After this week, the finalist will be determined and then the following week we will announce the final winner.
Wednesday this blog in our "Blinded by the Spotlight"  will feature an interview with Tracy KauffmanTracy Kauffman's profile photo where she will be featuring  her lastest book Southern Attractions. Now without anymore chatter from me here is the first of the three book covers selected into the finals this week to join the others already selected.
 ”Romantic. Witty. Sexy as hell. A story as satisfying as the perfect man – long and thick with all the right moves at just the right pace…
Thirty-one year old Claire Hatley is running from Seattle having just discovered that her live-in boyfriend has traded her in for a twenty-two year old hostess. Devastated and alone Claire must make a fresh start. She answers an ad for a chef at a guest ranch just outside Colorado Springs and finds herself face to face with Cole Mitchell, quite possibly the sexiest man to ever ride a horse. Common sense tells them to stay away from each other, but their attraction is not to be denied. He gives her a glimpse of what love should be, but just as she starts to trust him, the past comes back to tear them apart.
Join Claire and Cole as they embark on the stormy love affair of a lifetime.
(Oh…and for those of you with husbands/boyfriends, please tell them “you’re welcome” from MJ.)
This novel is intended for mature audiences only.”

Desperate Pursuit in Venice
What if you become the object of someone’s infatuation?
When New York Private Equity partner Kataryna Taylor pursues the acquisition of a successful Italian biomedical company, she meets and falls in love with Luca Romano, a member of the existing shareholders. Kataryna and Luca engage in a sensual love affair, which includes erotic encounters neither one of them has experienced before with such intensity. But danger and a family drama wait around the corner for Kataryna and Luca when the CEO of the company to be acquired by Kataryna’s firm pursues her romantically and becomes infatuated with her.
While working on the important international acquisition transaction and deepening her relationship with Luca, Kataryna encounters love, obsession, danger and a stunning family secret, which she is determined to resolve.
The emotionally touching twists and turns for the captivating characters, playing against the backdrop of exciting international locales, will keep readers in suspense and highly entertained.
Desperate Pursuit in Venice is a story of what can happen when infatuation turns an otherwise brilliant and attractive man into a dark person in order to fulfill his desire for the love of a woman he cannot have. It describes true love as well as the painful emotions and negative psychological effects of unrequited love which ultimately lead to desperate measures.
Evil is slouching into Providence. Will the awakening memories of a rebellious runaway be enough to send the demon back into the shadows?

Fifteen-year-old Deborah is angry and bitter. Rebelling against an arranged marriage to an idiot, she flees the oppression of Providence’s religious Elders to search for her exiled mother, the legendary Green Woman.
Zachariah, dark, brooding and unhappy crosses Deborah’s path as they both plot escape from the House of Correction. Dislike is instant and mutual, and Zachariah blunders off alone to seek the Green Woman’s magical Garden. In the desert wasteland, Jonah, the dog boy takes Deborah’s hand, first as a friend and guide, then as something more.
Abaddon, Lord of Hell is waiting to crush the green magic that will destroy his realm on earth. Deborah is discovering love and the mysterious power of her memories, but will this be enough to defeat the demon and the Elder’s regime, and dispel the shadows cast by the Dark Citadel?

As always, the pups trotted in front at a steady lope, their bushy tails held low. One night, in the darkest hour before dawn, they stopped, hackles raised. As Jonah and Deborah listened to the throbbing darkness, they heard a shriek, like the call of a giant bird. The call was answered, again, and again.
“What is it?” Deborah whispered.
“Wyverns hunting.”
“Some people, the desert wanderers, call them grave worms.”
Jonah clicked his tongue to warn the pups and pulled Deborah beneath a clump of spiny bushes where they huddled together, not daring to breathe. The air turned icy cold, and they felt the rush of leathery wings on their faces. The wind passed but they were aware of a presence hovering above them. Their flesh crept in revulsion, and an icy trickle of fear made its way down their backs. They could see nothing, but they could hear a reptilian hissing and the sound of sniffing. The steady flapping of broad wings sent waves of fetid air to rattle the bushes of their hiding place.
Deborah felt sick with terror. This is it, she thought in a panic, this is where it ends.
Jonah pushed Deborah’s head down into the sand. “Close your eyes,” he hissed. “Whatever happens, don’t look up.”
Suddenly, there was the swoosh of displaced air, and the bird-shriek rent the heavy air, followed by a cry that might have been the beginning of a bark and ended in a scream of agony. Jonah pulled Deborah’s head towards him into the shelter of his shoulder, grinding his clenched teeth. Then the cold air quivered, viscous and evil smelling, and the presence departed. They lay, clinging together until the darkness began to break up.
* * * *
“What is a wyvern?” Deborah’s voice trembled. “I mean, what does it look like?”
“Ugly. A great winged serpent,” Jonah’s voice too was unsteady, “two-footed and venomous. It got one of the pups, the filthy vermin! They smell warm blood; they see body heat. Nothing escapes them.” He shook his head to clear the nascent tears and tried a feeble smile. “It’ll be light soon, we should find somewhere better to hide.”
But he didn’t move, just carried on gazing at Deborah’s face. With her finger, she touched away the damp beneath his eyes then kissed the place where it had been. As they got slowly to their feet, Deborah slipped her hand shyly into his.
Boy this is a long one but I hope you enjoyed reading a little of each one. I did and will add them to my to read list on Goodreads. A.G. Talk Back, I'm Listening!