Wednesday, 4 February 2015


Title: The End Game
Author: Kate McCarthy
Cover Design: Mae I Design & Photography
 Release Date: April 7, 2015


“Professional athletes are pillars of their respective communities. They are heroes in the eyes of boys and girls and are expected to conduct themselves in a manner that positively represents their community.”
The public loves a good scandal. Seeing someone fall from the pinnacle of success makes a great headline. No one knows that better than I do. What started out as a promising career in college football, spiraled into scandal and shame.
But being a hero is easier said then done. Especially when there are those who expected to see the great Brody Madden fail. I craved nothing except being the best—willing to do anything to prove them wrong. But I went too far, and I tried too hard, and it broke me.
“At the time of going to print, Jordan Elliott was unavailable for comment.”
I met Brody Madden in my senior year of college. An Australian native on an international scholarship, I was the female soccer sensation with stars in her eyes and no room for a hotshot wide receiver with a chip on his shoulder.
But a heart bursting with ambition and a driving fire to succeed isn’t made of stone. I became his strength, his obsession, and the greatest love of his life. Only I wasn’t there when he needed me most.
This is a story about love and a game that takes everything. Where the path to glory is paved with sacrifice. Where pressure makes you, or breaks you, and triumph is born in the ashes of failure. Where two people’s end game will change everything.

Author Bio

Kate McCarthy is an Australian, living in the pretty sunshine state of Queensland with her two kids and two dogs, Rufus and Pete.

She loves to bake sweet stuff and eat it too. With an exciting degree in business, she works as an accountant by day, and an author by night. In between family life, she is most often found in bed reading, or at the beach, still reading.

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Title: Chance
Author: Christina Palmer
Publisher: Ashton Publishing Group
 Release Date: December 30, 2014


Chance plays a part in all of our lives. Charlotte knows this better than most, after all, it was a chance meeting with the darkly handsome Logan Tyler that led to her fairy tale wedding and new life.

But her new life isn't all it seems... Logan isn't all he seems....Charlotte finds herself locked in an abusive and destructive relationship.

In her darkest days, when she has given up all hope, she will discover that all true love needs is just one chance.

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Author Bio

When I was still in High School, one of my friends smuggled in a book she had found in her Mom's bedside drawer. It was Princess Daisy by Judith Krantz. As a group we giggled over the steamy sex scenes in that book, but I was more than amused, I was intrigued (amongst other things) and asked if I could borrow it.

Well you know what? I never actually gave it back and I realize now, that was the beginning of my love affair with erotica. It wasn't long before I began writing my own erotic stories, all of which are still hiding away in a dusty briefcase in my wardrobe. Apart from an embarrassing discovery by my mother in those earlier days, my experience has been a positive one and I continued writing for my boyfriends and eventually my husband, all of whom loved my work.

At my husbands encouragement I decided to publish one of his favorites "Taking Jenny" onto Kindle last year and 30,000 sales of my stories later, here I am. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you continue to enjoy my stories...I have lots more to tell.

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A YA Realistic Fiction...

 About The Book
Title: The Shadow of Loss
Author: Josefina Gutierrez
Genre: YA Realistic Fiction

Evelyn Gonzalez keeps losing people, which is always hard, but has she lost something much more?  Has she lost her soul?  Evelyn has a nervous breakdown and is institutionalized, after months of sorrow and pain she is thrust back into the world.  The world of teenage angst and Calculus.  But can she trust people again?  Especially after hurtful assumptions and judgments made her miss her junior year of high school.  Evelyn is just trying to heal what she lost and graduate from high school.

Author Bio

Josefina Gutierrez is a Young Adult eBook author and a forever student.  Josefina writes Young Adult Multicultural, Sci-fi, and Fantasy literature in her free time when she’s not embarking on adventures with her son and gnomes Fitzgerald and Bartholomew. Josefina’s current projects in the works are a New-Adult fiction eBook and a Fantasy dystopian eBook, the first in a series, due out in 2015.


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Book Excerpts
Excerpt 1:
Ever heard the expression it all went down in a pile of flames?  Well shit, I didn’t think life was going to get all literal about it.  Now I am quietly tucked away between four white walls and a twin bed, where I can touch opposing walls with my index fingers.  I have been stuck with my thoughts in this box for months.  I have been cut off from the outside world, because I went crazy.  My own sister, locked me up, but I don’t blame her—I really don’t.  Olive was trying to help me when everyone else abandoned me.  She writes me letters every week.  I guess it is another way to anchor me to the living.  It’s not like I don’t see her on visiting days, but like she says, “Letters are better for communicating, they force you to realize what is important.”

“Miss Gonzalez, your sister has arrived.  Please gather your personals and follow me,” the orderly tells me.  She was nice, but firm.  I’ve heard the opposite is usually true in these cases—so I was lucky.  She introduced me to Stigmata.

“Yes ma’am,” I say and walk over to the desk.  I was only allowed the basics.  I was stripped of all the vital things that would keep me informed or busy.  I grab my small travel bag and my copy of Stigmata, which is on loan.  Stigmata did for me what others could not.  Some might have chosen an entirely different genre or novel, but it was never a matter of deciding, I knew.  Institutionalization was a no brainer. 

I hand my personals to her and follow her to the front.  I see her waiting for me.  She was always the attractive one.  She is pacing back and forth near the front desk.  She doesn’t see me yet, but I wave anyway, hoping she can sense it.  Her face looks swollen, she must have been crying.  She also looks skinnier than our last visit.  How is that possible?  I saw her a few days ago.  Tsk tsk, frozen dinners most likely.

Excerpt 2:
“Uh sorry…am I sitting in your spot?” I ask him.  When he turns around I notice it is the guy that helped me this morning.

“Nah.  You’re good,” he says and winks, “We meet again.  I’m Matt,” he extends his fist.

“It would seem so,” I awkwardly tap his fist.

He then goes on to ramble, apparently he doesn’t need me to say anything, because he talks like we have known each other since birth.  I have to breathe, but I just let out a sigh instead.  “…so you see he is usually content with a blotch on a piece of paper, as long as you can come up with a seemingly logical, illogical, explanation for how society has undermined your very existence,” he says.  I’m not even sure what he’s talking about, so I just nod and say, “Yup.”

“Ya know I like this mysterious slash hippie vibe you have going on,” he exaggerates by waving his arms up and down my heavy frame, “Like you aren’t a tree hugger per se because you have those boots, which are pretty badass for this town.  But you also dress like you just don’t give a fuck and would punch someone in the face if they looked at you wrong.  Am I right?  Oh please tell me I’m right,” he grins like the Cheshire cat.

“I’m not sure what to say to any of the blibber-blabber that came out of your mouth,” I say and immediately regret it.  Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  I probably offended him, “I’m sorry,” I obsessively pull on my jacket sleeve.  I can feel my left arm burning.

“Nah.  You’re good.  More than good my mysterious hippie friend,” he says and pats my shoulder.  “I have this flyer for an epic party I’m throwing this Saturday.  Well every Saturday actually.  You will be tripping balls…if you had any…you should come and soak in my awesomeness.”

“Uh thank you…humbleness isn’t really high on your list huh.”

“I am awesome.  It is a fact.  You know—” he begins to say and is cut off by a loud bang at the front.

Excerpt 3:
I pile all the nicely golden-brown pancakes into a dish and walk them over to the table.  I can’t wait to take huge bite out of them.  They aren’t even placed on the table before she starts in on me, “So I was thinking you should get a part-time job.  You know build working relationships, make some money, handle responsibility,” she says all too fast like if she didn’t, she would lose the courage to get it all out there.
“I don’t think getting a job would be quite so easy,” I finally reply.  I really don’t want to look at her, that’s where she gets me with those little baby doll eyes.
“Sure it would!” she says with faked enthusiasm.
“I don’t have work experience.  I was committed for months.  I’m still in high school,” I read out my mental list of reasons why this is seriously a bad idea.
“So loads of kids get jobs in high school,” she argues.
“Yeah loads of normal kids get jobs.”
“Normal is overrated and boring.  You are fun and interesting,” she fiddles with her fingers.  “Well when you talk…and smile…and well you know.”
“No I really don’t.  Why am I expected to talk?  I have no interest in talking to twiddly twats all day because I want them to like me.  And why should I smile?  Do I look better smiling?  Why does it matter?”
“You need to try,” she urges.
“It seems pointless is all I’m saying,” I stab at my food with extra force.
“It’s not pointless, it’s being pleasing and approachable.”
“Exactly!  I don’t want people to approach me.”  I like being invisible.

Excerpt 4:
I get in her car and take a deep breath.  I’m out of there finally.  She drives for an hour to the next big city for gas and food.  I can finally eat some real food, so I go a little overboard.  I eat what I assumed would be a lethal dose of meat.  I’m proud to say meat didn’t claim my life.  I can’t tell if I have a buzz from the grease or the sugar.  I’m drinking my third vanilla coke.  It’s filling me up with joy only coke can fix. 

Olive fills me in on our house, it’s going up for sale soon.  They spray painted offensive slurs on our house, like “Weiner Beaner” and “Germexican”.  People lack creativity if that is all they can come up with.  She doesn’t ask me too many questions, our conversations remain balanced between facts and pop culture—mostly on her part.  I don’t know half the people she is rambling about, but I know she is keeping the focus on anything else but the elephant in the car.

Our drive after eating is quiet enough because we ran out of safe topics to talk about in the restaurant.  Even though the car keeps moving I still feel stuck back in that tiny white room.  I am so lost in thought that I didn’t notice Olive asked me something.  “Huh?” I shake bad thoughts from my head.

Excerpt 5:
I follow her to the back room—a room I haven’t set foot in since I started working here.  It’s been a few weeks and I still don’t know what she does or why she is only open in the afternoons.  Beatrice scampers behind another curtain still muttering to herself.  I slowly walk around the room looking at the saints and herbs scattered on shelves.  I peek my head in the small opening of the curtain and I see her boiling water.
She walks back into the room and sits down.  “Sit por favor.”
I sit down, mildly freaking out about what’s happening.  I pat down my mousy hair puff, so I look more presentable and put together.
“I am sure you may have guessed what I do, sí?”
“Oh not really.  I mean you’re a curandera, I know that, but I don’t really know much else.”
“Ah I see.  Well I am a healer.  I practice an art I learned long ago from my mother,” she says, mixing ingredients together.
“Okay,” I tell her, unsure of what to say.
“I don’t want to burden you, but you must know this,” she clasps her hands together—never a good sign.
“Know what?”
“You are lost.”
“Huh?” I ask confused.
“I sense you have lost something precious, yourself.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.  How can I lose myself, I’m right here,” I point to myself for the desired effect.
“One can lose thyself, and have their shell remain.  It is what we call Susto.”


A new release by Amanda Aksel....

The Commitment Test
(The Marin Test Series: Book Two)
Release Date: February 4th, 2015
Publisher: Elephantine Publishing
Genre: Women’s Fiction
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 When a Valentine’s Day proposal doesn’t come with an engagement ring, Marin Johns begins to wonder if she and James will ever get married. As her closest friends begin to move forward with their lives, she refuses to be left behind.   Hope is restored as she devises a plan to get James down on one knee by becoming the ideal mate. Everything seems to fall into place until her college boyfriend resurfaces after a decade with his own ideas about their future. Will Marin be forced to choose between the man of her dreams and the diamond ring she’s always dreamed of?  

Amanda Aksel Bio
 Amanda Aksel is an author with an affinity for love. Becoming a couples therapist was her “backup” career, and after completing her BA in Psychology she was on her way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time. Now she plans to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time.

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 Twitter: @amandaaksel
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