FATAL LOVE by Misty Evans

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FATAL LOVE

Misty left us all hanging with her last book. What sex would Beatrice’s baby be?

In Fatal Courage, Beatrice is heading home from a mission she handled as head of Shadow Force. Her midwife induces her labor with a foot massge.

Misty invited her readers to vote for the baby’s sex. I refuse to give away the sex. You have to read the book. P.S. It’s not until the last page or two that you will learn what Cal and Bea had after all the excitement.

I think Misty has the perfect blend of romance and suspense. I have read several of her books, most of them in this series, plus she has another series that rocks.

If I hadn’t had her book on this blog I would have bought it anyway to see what the next adventure was for the men and women in the Shadow Force International Task Force.

I recommend this book to anyone who likes well developed, well liked, characters that have a range of emotions and traits. The book is well written, progresses along at a page turning pace. Grab your copy today at your favorite ebook retailer, Amazon US and UK, ibooks, and Kobo (links are below).

Misty is a great author. I’ve traded emails with her. She will answer readers questions. To me that makes a great author. If I can email you, the author, and ask something about the characters, her vision for the future books in the series, or anything and receive a reply. I’m happy. I’ve read several of Misty’s books besides the one’s I’ve reviewed on my blog. I think you will enjoy her Shadow Force Series.

Fatal Love: Shadow Force International Romantic Suspense Series (SEALs of Shadow Force Book 4)

Below is a blurb and an excerpt from FATAL LOVE by Misty Evans. 

Read all the way to the end for special give away information.

BLURB:

***Girl or boy? Find out what Cal and Beatrice are having in this Shadow Force International Worlds novella! And meet Connor and Sabrina – two SFI members who must overcome their inner demons in order to find love in the middle of chaos.

Once upon a time, former Navy SEAL Callan Reese risked everything to protect his estranged wife from the enemies who wanted her dead. Now reunited and expecting their first child, Cal’s past makes Beatrice a target once again.

When Beatrice is kidnapped by a desperate woman bent on revenge, Cal must put everything on the line in the most dangerous mission of his life to keep her and their unborn child alive.

Full of pulse-pounding intrigue and a whole lot of heart, FATAL LOVE is a passionate thriller that’s sure to keep readers riveted from the first page to the last.

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Excerpt from Fatal Love 

FATAL LOVE, A Shadow Force International Worlds Novella

By Misty Evans

EXCERPT

Connor McKenzie woke to the phone blaring in his ear.

Probably because he was sleeping on top of it.

Drooling on it as well, because when he jerked back, his instincts automatically directed his hand to the handset, and he found slime all over the black SFI office phone.

Gross.

Of course, since he’d been working 24/7 with no time off, he hadn’t seen his bed since zero dark thirty-seven…no, make that eight, since the clock on the phone’s readout said it was after midnight.

Rubbing his eyes as the phone blared again, he pushed up off of his desk and cleared his throat. Near the desk, Maggie raised her big, black head and looked at him with her perpetually sad Labrador eyes.

Being the office manager for Rock Star Security came with a lot of perks. RSS was the front for Shadow Force International, where former SEALs roamed the hallways, covertly saving the free world on a daily basis. Connor was constantly surrounded by men he respected and who respected him. They understood each other; understood what each other had been through. Add to that the fact Beatrice let him bunk two floors up in an office he’d converted to a bedroom, and it was the best home he’d ever had. The bedroom wasn’t much, but it beat living out of his car.

Maggie was another perk. He loved that dog. Meeting his eyes, she wagged her tail with a solid thump-thump-thump against the floor.

She was always up for an adventure, and good to have around because of his PTSD. She didn’t have any training, but Cal had told Connor she’d saved his mental health many times. The dog had kept Connor from sinking into a dark hole on more than one occasion as well.

Technically since he lived upstairs, Connor could go home anytime he wanted, even though no one was in the office to man the phones but him. He and Rory had set up a system that transferred all calls to Connor’s phone in his bedroom when he quit for the day or needed down time. Beatrice didn’t trust an answering service with the particular calls that might come in from Rock Stars or SFI operatives.

Connor opened his tired eyes and caught sight of the blinking button on the phone as the damn thing continued to ring insistently. Red, not orange. The private line Emit had for the managers to use when they needed immediate assistance.

Shit. Grabbing one of the napkins from the pizza he’d half eaten earlier, he wiped off the drool from the handset and punched the button under the red, blinking light. “This is Slash. How may I direct your call?”

SFI rules were that they never identified the business when answering on the off chance it was a wrong number or one of them had been compromised. Beatrice was strict about that. While the cell phones every employee used were secure, breaches could happen. All personnel used code names and had to answer a security question before discussing any Rock Star or SFI business.

Just in case, Beatrice always said.

Connor had the feeling he didn’t want to know what just in case meant. He also didn’t want to know what might happen if he failed her.

“Con, we’re in trouble.”

Connor sat straight up, nearly knocking over his Coke. The voice on the other end was low and guarded, and the person had already broken protocol.

But it was a voice he knew well, and a person he definitely didn’t want to fail to help. If anything, he hoped to get on the guy’s SFI squad one of these days. “Sir? Please state your security clearance code.”

“Fuckin’ A, that’s my security code,” Cal Reese quipped. “We need help. We need reinforcements.”

“Are you in imminent danger?”

“Yes. The queen bee is in the hive and she is in imminent danger.”

“But sir, there are no…”

The line when dead.

“…reinforcements,” Connor finished.

He stared at the handset. The queen bee was Beatrice. The hive was her and Cal’s home.

Beatrice was in imminent danger.

At home.

From whom? From what?

Fuck on a stick. Connor dropped the handset into its cradle, his guts turning over on themselves.

Emit, Rory, Jax, and Colton were all still in Chicago, opening the new Central Division Rock Star headquarters. Obviously, Cal, Beatrice, and Trace Hunter were back, but the rest of the Rock Stars and SFI operatives were working, many of them out of the country.

RS bodyguards couldn’t simply leave their clients. Ditto for the SFI operatives who were undercover on assignments at all four corners of the earth.

Connor started to lift the handset again and call Miles, but no, Miles was in San Diego, once more running the West Coast SFI office.

Which meant he was out of options.

Zeb. Yeah, he’d call the old spymaster…

His out-of-options list grew. Zeb had gone to Chicago with Beatrice. Connor hadn’t heard from him. Had he come back with Cal and the others or stayed in Chicago?

A burning sensation started in his gut while icy pinpricks attacked the base of his spine. Both spread like blood from a gunshot wound, making his body tremble and his breathing come in short, barely-there intakes.

Beatrice was in danger. Real danger if Cal was ignoring protocol and calling him for backup. Callan Reese was a former SEAL who’d saved the president in front of the entire world.

Beatrice’s personal bodyguard was Trace Hunter. Another former SEAL with superhuman powers. The guy belonged in a Marvel comic book for realz.

If both of them couldn’t handle whatever trouble Beatrice was in, well, then… How the hell was he supposed to?

His hand shook as he jammed his fingers through his hair. Get up, he told himself, but he couldn’t make his legs move. They were frozen stiff.

Not now! He couldn’t let his PTSD handcuff him.

Breathe. Beatrice was always telling him to take a deep breath and focus on one thing. A trick she’d learned from Hunter.

Grabbing the handset, he dialed Zeb, hoping against hope the old man was back in DC. Bracing the handset between his ear and shoulder, he woke up the computer and started shutdown procedures. He’d never had to do it before and another moment of indecision and self-doubt caught him with his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

He never left the office unless his backup, usually Rory or the new lab tech, Sabrina, was available to answer phones and handle emergencies.

Zeb’s phone rang three times. Voicemail answered. Connor left a quick SOS and asked Zeb to call him back.

What now? Should he gear up and head to Cal and Beatrice’s?

What about the baby?

If anything happened to any one of them…

Breathe…

Maggie whimpered, drawing his gaze. She sat beside the desk, tail rapping the floor and stuck her head in his lap.

There was no time to pet the dog, but his hand had a mind of its own, naturally going to Maggie’s head and rubbing her sleek, soft fur. His breathing resumed a semi-normal in-out rhythm after a moment and his mind re-engaged.

Grasping at straws, he dialed the lab extension, hoping against hope that Sabrina might somehow still be in the building. He’d never seen her leave—one of the reasons he routinely stayed at the desk so late every night was for that very reason. He enjoyed watching her sexy legs in those righteous high-heeled boots walk past his desk every evening. He loved her red hair and the way she teased him about being a camo-wearing receptionist, even though the term ‘receptionist’ made his ego smart.

From big, tough, badass SEAL to a useless receptionist. His life had gone to hell, thanks to 12 September.

Bastards.

Still petting Maggie with one hand, he closed off the black hole that sucked at him every time he thought of the terrorist group.

Bzzz-bzzz. The phone on Sabrina’s end rang again. It was Saturday night. A beautiful, smart, hip gal like her couldn’t possibly still be working this late on a Saturday night, could she?

“Conmeister?” Her voice was rough and sexy, like he’d woken her from a nap. He heard her yawn. “It’s nearly two a.m. What are you still doing at the main desk?”

God Almighty, he hated it when people called him nicknames, but hearing any version of his name coming from Sabrina’s luscious mouth was heaven. She got a free pass, regardless of what she wanted to call him.

“What are you still doing in the lab?”

She chuckled. “Touché. What’s up?”

“SOS from Cal. He and B got home from Chicago but something’s wrong. I don’t know what. He must have thought his cell was compromised because he was speaking in code, but he used my name, which is like, I don’t know what. I think he was definitely shook up.”

She was fully awake now. “Oh, shit. What can I do?”

“Man the phones and watch Maggie for me. I’m gearing up and heading their way.”

Her voice was full of indignation. “No way! Not without me. Who did you call for backup?”

“There is no one. Everyone is working or out of town.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

Connor opened his bottom drawer and pulled out his Beretta PX4 Storm and checked the clip. Full. “With the addition of the San Diego and Chicago satellites, we’re short on staff. Literally, there’s just you and me in DC at this moment. We can’t leave the phones unmanned, so tag, you’re it.”

“Why don’t you call the cops?”

If Cal had thought the police could handle it, he would have dialed 911 himself. Whatever this was, he didn’t want them involved. “I’ve got to go.”

He hung up on her protest, punched the button to transfer incoming calls to the lab phone, told Maggie to stay, and headed for the weapons room.

Preparing for the enemy was challenging when you had no clue who the enemy was.

Pretend it’s a sleeper cell of 12 September. If you were taking them on, what would you bring?

A rocket launcher.

The biggest one he could carry, in fact.

SFI’s weapons room had plenty of firepower, but they did not, in fact, have any rocket launchers.

A shame, that. He mentally added it to his inventory list for next month.

Connor snatched a black duffel from a shelf and started throwing in grenades, a couple of H&K submachine guns, ammo, and a sweet sniper rifle he’d been dying to use.

He was strapping on a vest when Sabrina came skidding into the room in her socks. Her boots were in-hand, her hair flat on one side, totally sexy and tousled on the opposite.

Probably what she looked like when she first got up in the morning.

And damn, if her big brown eyes and that crazy hair didn’t make him hard.

“You’re not leaving without me, Conmeister.” She slipped on one boot—with a 3-inch black heel—jumping and hobbling on her other foot, and breathing heavy from her run to catch him. She was dressed from head to toe in red like always.

A deep burgundy red that totally clashed with her copper colored hair.

Connor tore his gaze away from her full lips and even fuller cleavage on display from the deep V of her silky shirt. She continued hopping on her foot as she pulled on the second high heel, the action jiggling her double-Ds and making his hard-on downright painful. “I’m totally leaving without you, Red.”

“Bullshit!” She snatched a bulletproof vest from the wall and shoved her arms through the holes. “You have no idea what you’re walking into. This is Beatrice we’re talking about!”

He slammed the cage shut on the submachine gun selection and locked it. “I’ll handle it, whatever it is.”

“Look,” she said, grabbing his arm. “I know I was just a chopper pilot and I never saw action like you did when I was in the Navy, but I know how to handle a gun. At least let me fly you to their house and set up a stakeout. I can have you there in fifteen. It will take you at least thirty by car.”

Fly? “Unless you have a magic carpet hiding under your lab coat, how are you going to fly me anywhere?”

Sabrina grinned, shrugging out of the lab coat and putting on the vest. “You know the helo pad on the U-Comm building at the end of the block? There’s an EC 145 that can cruise at 150 miles per hour easy. I happen to know the owner and we can use it, no questions asked.”

This woman in red was a mystery, but then, so were many of the people that worked for SFI. “You’re friends with the owner of one of the most expensive luxury helicopters available in the marketplace today?”

She grinned again. “More than friends, actually.”

Connor’s hard-on softened. “I don’t think your boyfriend will appreciate you taking his helo on a rescue mission.”

And if your boyfriend is a millionaire, why are you here working tonight?

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Sabrina said, grabbing a .38 mil from the handguns. “He’s my dad.”

 

About the Author 

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Misty Evans, Author

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

Connect with Misty:  Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Newsletter / Pinterest

 

Title: Fatal Love

Series: SFIS Novella

Author: Misty Evans

Release Date:February 1, 2017

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Buy Links: Amazon USAmazon UK /Amazon CA /AmazonAU/ Kobo/ iBooks

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Renee Entress 2/1/2017
C K Crouch 2/2/2017
Em & M books 2/3/2017
Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty 2/4/2017
Becky on Books 2/4/2017
Book Talk with Eileen 2/5/2017
Cricket’s Chirps 2/5/2017
Book Nympho 2/6/2017
The Book Beacon 2/7/2017
Happiness is a Book 2/8/2017
Nicole’s Book Musings 2/9/2017
So Many Reads 2/10/2017

 

 

 

DOG COLLAR COUTURE by ADRIENNE GIORDANO

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I enjoyed another great book by Adrienne. I love her voice and the predicaments she places her her characters in. I met Adrienne when she was a member of a critique group with me, She’s moved on and is now a multi-published author. Grab a copy of Dog Collar Couture and sit back and relax. It’s an enjoyable read. I give it five stars. Five gold stars.

About-the-Book

Title:                            Dog Collar Couture

Series:                         Lucie Rizzo Mysteries

Authors:                      Adrienne Giordano

Release Date:              May 10, 2016

Publisher:                    SilverHart Publishing

Genre:                         Mystery

Buy Links:                    Amazon / iBooks / Barnes & Noble / Kobo

 

Book Summary:

Mafia princess turned canine couturier Lucie Rizzo knows dogs are woman’s best friend. Thanks to her fashion-forward four-legged clients, Lucie’s dog walking/designer pet accessory business is booming. And for once her love life isn’t far behind.

Lucie devotes her days to building the Coco Barknell brand, but her nights are all about roguishly sexy Tim O’Brien. At least they will be if she and Detective O’Hottie finally take their relationship to the next level. But bring an Irish cop home to her mobster father? Fuggetaboutit.

Lucie’s knack for finding trouble lands her in the doghouse—and on the six o’clock news. Someone’s absconded with a million-dollar piece of cinematic costume history, with Lucie the only witness to the crime. Not to mention the prime suspect. To clear her name, she’ll need an assist from her entire wacky crew: friends, family…and future (hopefully) lover.

HERE’S A TEASING EXCERPT YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW THE BLOG TOUR TO GET MORE WITH EACH STOP. 🙂

Dog Collar Couture – Excerpt 8 – May 17, 2016 

(Follow the tour to read a different part of the excerpt each day, as they are all part of Chapter One and in chronological order. You can find the list of blogs participating here: http://bit.ly/1pTuXGH.)

 

“Speaking of, I found a peacock feather today. I left it on my desk at the office, but the colors are amazing. I was thinking we could do something with them.”

“Feathers! I love that idea.”

“Well, I was thinking more the colors of the feather, but if you want to play, go for it.”

“Oh, I’ll play. I can totally see those Ninja Bitches running around with feathers on their backs.”

“That’s what I thought! I swear we think with the same brain.”

At that Joey grunted and Lucie smacked him on the head.

“Hey!”

“Knock it off,” Ro said. “Both of you.”

Whatever.

Leaving Ro to entertain Dad and Joey, Lucie headed upstairs for a quick shower before dinner and to call Tim. Detective O’Hottie, as Ro called him. Six feet one of muscle with the strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes inherent to Irish boys, Tim O’Brien had it going on.

And currently, he had it going on with Lucie.

About-the-Author

USA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery.  She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

 

Connect with Adrienne:  Website / Newsletter / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Street Team

 

Giveaway

There are two giveaways on this tour – one is a $20.00 Gift Card plus a Swag Pack from Adrienne and the second is a $20.00 Gift Card.
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Blog-Tour-Stops

I’m listing the stops, but mine and one more are all that’s left. All the others were earlier.

May 10, 2016

SOS Aloha

Long and Short Reviews

Romance Junkies

Recommended Romance

 

May 11, 2016

Harlie’s Books

Just The Write Stuff

 

May 12, 2016

Thoughts of a Blonde

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Blogging By Liza

 

May 13, 2016

Cricket’s Chirps

Em & M Books

 

May 14, 2016

Lush Book Reviews

StoreyBook Reviews

Nicole’s Book Musings

 

May 15, 2016

Becky on Books

So Many Reads

 

May 16, 2016

Renee Entress’ Blog

The Romance Dish

 

May 17, 2016

C.K. Crouch

Nerdy Dirty & Flirty

 

Using The 12 Stages of Physical Intimacy To Build Tension In Your Novel

I love this information. I always feel weird too writing sex scenes.

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Several days back, I did a post on Sexting and questioned whether all this “virtual intimacy” between couples would change the “Levels of Intimacy” chart I use in my writing. I had several writers ask me about it in the comments section so I’m bringing it to you on this fine Techie Tuesday.

I first learned about the 12 Stages of Physical Intimacy from Linda Howard, who used to give a very popular talk on the subject based on the work of Desmond Morris, Intimate Behavior: A Zoologist’s Classic Study of Human Intimacy.

On the downside, Linda gave her last edition of this talk to our RWA chapter in 2010. On the upside, Linda has spoken to enough writers that I was able to Google and find a great post on the topic by one of my online pals, Terry O’Dell.

I’ll give the stages and my thoughts here but…

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What Words to Avoid in Your Writing

A Writer's Path

Avoiding

by K. Ross

Writing is tricky. Trying to express your meaning clearly can be hard enough, but also making it engaging can be quite the balancing act. As a writer, I’m still working on it, but as an editor, ill-considered or lazy writing jumps off the page at me like a facehugger from Aliens. While much of any writer’s voice is a product of their individual choices, there are a few words everyone needs to be wary of.

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Fatal Truth – A Review

The characters are well developed. The plot is full of twists, turns, and surprises. The book is well worth five stars in my book.
Lt. Trace Hunter, U.S. Navy SEAL, given a strange cocktail of drugs to make him and others a super soldier. This man came through the book as real with failings, strengths and deep down a caring personality.
Savanna Jeffries Bunkett an investigative news reporter. She has her own television show. In the past she has outed Lt. Hunter as a traitor and murder. Now, she has a bodyguard that seems familiar. Why would this man Coldplay seem familiar if they never met? Savanna is not the spoiled rich girl turned TV star that Trace expects. He finds her to be quite different. Again Ms. Evans created a real to life woman. While reading it I could see her parrying with Trace in his role as Coldplay. She’s three dimensional and someone that would be quite fun to sit down and talk with about her adventure.
Parker Jeffries is Savanna’s sister. She’s a government scientist involved in Trace’s experiment. She’s a mysterious figure through much of the book at the beginning, but she becomes more prominent and involved with the rest of the cast as the book moves along. Her loyalty to her sister shines through as she strives to protect her. Another well-developed character. If I say more I will give away the story. There are more details in the “About the Book” section below along with an excerpt.
Don’t forget the giveaway of a $50.00 Amazon Gift Card.
Plus, there’s a list of blogs to visit for the blog hop.

 

 

About-the-Book

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Title: Fatal Truth
Series: Shadow Force International, #1
Author: Misty Evans
Release Date: January 25, 2016
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Buy Links: Amazon / Amazon UK / iBooks / Kobo / Barnes & Noble coming soon!

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Book Summary:

She’s an investigative reporter who lives to uncover the truth.

Feisty television host, Savanna Bunkett, exposes government coverups on her award-winning show, The Bunk Stops Here. When she digs into a rumor about a top secret government project that’s producing “super soldiers” for the president, she suddenly finds herself on an assassin’s hit list.

He’s the man who knows the truth.

Navy SEAL Lieutenant Trace Hunter is the only soldier to survive Project 24. After refusing a direct order from the president, he was branded a traitor, and his career imploded after the sexy reporter turned him into a national headline. He now works undercover for Shadow Force International, a secret group of former SEALs helping those who have no where else to turn, using his enhanced skills to fight for justice and protect the innocent. His first assignment? Protect Savanna from the one man who wants them both dead—the president.

One wrong move and they’ll be silenced forever.

Helping Savanna is the last thing Trace wants to do, but her unwavering determination to expose the president’s dark truth matches his own. She’s his one chance to set the record straight and he’s her only chance at survival. When their mutual enemy closes in, can they put the past behind them and trust each other? Even if it means losing their hearts in the process? Or will secrets, lies, and forbidden passions cost them everything?

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About-the-Author

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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Misty Evans has published over twenty novels and writes romantic suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal romance. As a writing coach, she helps other authors bring their books – and their dreams of being published – to life.

The books in her Super Agent series have won a CataNetwork Reviewers’ Choice Award, CAPA nominations, the New England Reader’s Choice Bean Pot Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2010 and the ACRA Heart of Excellence Reader’s Choice Award for Best Romantic Suspense in 2011.

Her Witches Anonymous series was dubbed a Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read. The Super Agent Series, Witches Anonymous Series, and the Kali Sweet Series have been on multiple Amazon Kindle bestsellers lists. Her culinary romantic mystery, THE SECRET INGREDIENT, and the first book in her Deadly series, DEADLY PURSUIT, are both USA TODAY bestsellers.

Misty likes her coffee black, her conspiracy stories juicy, and her wicked characters dressed in couture. When not reading or writing, she enjoys music, movies, and hanging out with her husband, twin sons, and two spoiled puppies.

Connect with Misty: Website / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Newsletter / Pinterest

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Giveaway

Tour-wide giveaway includes a $50.00 Amazon Gift Card and a Rock Star Bracelet

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Blog-Tour-Stops

Follow the rest of the blog tour to read what others have to say about the book!

January 25, 2016

Adria’s Romance Reviews
Reading in Pajamas
CK Crouch
Long and Short Reviews
Read Your Writes Book Reviews

January 26, 2016

Happiness Is A Book
The Book Nympho
Amy Manemann

January 27, 2016

Reading On The Rocks
Becky On Books
Cricket’s Chirps
Harlequin Junkie

January 28, 2016

Peaces of Me
Lush Book Reviews
So Many Reads

January 29, 2016

Brooke Blogs
Harlie’s Books
Booktalk with Eileen
Shelley’s Book Case

January 30, 2016

Nicole’s Book Musings
Em & M Books
Renee Entress
Love Affair with an E-Reader
Nerdy, Dirty & Flirty
Romancing The Book
Just The Write Stuff

Oct 14 writing prompt… DEMONS

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Muhahahaha… Demons… what can we get from this writing prompt??? Our character are only human, no matter if they come from a land of spirits, live in the countryside, or inhabit the body of a dragon… they are only human because we are oh so human and we have brought them to life… even if they are demon, they are only human… (hey, humans have demon like behaviors, it doesn’t just come from the supernatural, just as Charles Manson)

But back to the writing prompt side of the word demons… the first look into this word is very physical…

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think of very physical beings… ones that come from a place of evil, entering our world to do harm… they could slip through a portal, or be summoned by the naïve, or the insane (or maybe a witch or wizard wanting answers from the demon realm)

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large or small, demons can…

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Amazon… A virtual marketplace, or Big Brother?

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A couple of weeks ago I read the third installment of a series I really loved. I will refrain from sharing the name of the novel and its author.

Like any reader, as soon as I finished reading, I wrote my review. When I tried posting it on Amazon (I did buy the eBook, just like any normal and decent human being would), I received a rather concerning email.

I will not share the screenshot of the email as it does contain the title of the book and name of the author. In its place I have copied the body of the email below.

Dear Amazon Customer,

Thanks for submitting a customer review on Amazon. Your review could not be posted to the website in its current form. While we appreciate your time and comments, reviews must adhere to the following guidelines:
http://www.amazon.com/review-guidelines

Here I was, thinking I had included an…

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