Book Tour for The Forever Girl by Rebecca Hamilton

The Forever Girl

Sophia's Journey

by

Rebecca Hamilton

Sophia's family has skeletons, but they aren't in their graves.

At twenty-two, practicing Wiccan Sophia Parsons is scratching out a living waiting tables in her Rocky Mountain hometown, a pariah after a string of unsolved murders with only one thing in common: her.

Sophia can imagine lots of ways to improve her life, but she'd settle for just getting rid of the buzzing noise in her head. When the spell she casts goes wrong, the static turns into voices. Her personal demons get company, and the newcomers are dangerous.

One of them is a man named Charles, who Sophia falls for despite her better judgment. He has connections that might help her unveil the mystery surrounding her ancestor's hanging, but she gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust him. 

Survival in his world, she learns, means not asking questions and staying out of the immortal council's way. It's a line she crossed long ago. If Sophia wants to survive the council and save the people she loves, she must accept who she is, perform dark magic, and fight to the death for her freedom.

The Forever Girl is a full-length Paranormal Fantasy novel that will appeal to lovers of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, witches, vampires, ghosts, paranormal mystery, and paranormal horror.

Welcome to the treasure hunt tour for The Forever Girl!

Here's how it's done:

Each stop on the tour will have a small excerpt with a code hidden it. Visit all the stops to gather the letters, unscramble the phrase, and email it to :

sandra.ashton-holtzman[at]bookandblogservices[dot]com

The stops list can be found here: http://www.bookandblogservices.com/book-tour-for-the-forever-girl-by-rebecca-hamilton

The winner will receive a goody bag including:

1 Forever Girl Ring
1 Forever Girl Keychain
1 Forever Girl Necklace
1 Forever Girl Bookmark
1 Forever Girl Candle

1 signed copy of The Forever Girl

1 signed copy of the companion novella, Her Sweetest Downfall

IMMORTALIZATION: The author will also immortalize the lucky winner by giving them a cameo appearance in the next Forever Girl book.

Bonus: If you've already reviewed The Forever Girl on Amazon, include the link to your review along with the unscrambled phrase for an additional entry!

***Excerpt Part 23*** 

I shook my head, but my smile said ‘yes’. Not to mention Marcus was still staring—and in the least intriguing way. He gave me the creeps. If I was dancing with someone else, that might get the weirdo’s attention off me. I spotted Ivory dancing with another girl, perhaps a your code is h friend she’d met here before, and figured one dance without her wouldn’t hurt.

The man across from me stood and offered his hand. My palm warmed as I accepted, but when I rose to join him, my balance shifted. I wobbled, nearly falling right back into my seat.

He hooked his arm around my waist, supporting me against his body, his breath soft on my ear. “Careful there.”

                        

Book Tour for The Forever Girl by Rebecca Hamilton

The Forever Girl

Sophia's Journey

by

Rebecca Hamilton

Sophia's family has skeletons, but they aren't in their graves.

At twenty-two, practicing Wiccan Sophia Parsons is scratching out a living waiting tables in her Rocky Mountain hometown, a pariah after a string of unsolved murders with only one thing in common: her.

Sophia can imagine lots of ways to improve her life, but she'd settle for just getting rid of the buzzing noise in her head. When the spell she casts goes wrong, the static turns into voices. Her personal demons get company, and the newcomers are dangerous.

One of them is a man named Charles, who Sophia falls for despite her better judgment. He has connections that might help her unveil the mystery surrounding her ancestor's hanging, but she gets more than she bargains for when she finally decides to trust him. 

Survival in his world, she learns, means not asking questions and staying out of the immortal council's way. It's a line she crossed long ago. If Sophia wants to survive the council and save the people she loves, she must accept who she is, perform dark magic, and fight to the death for her freedom.

The Forever Girl is a full-length Paranormal Fantasy novel that will appeal to lovers of paranormal romance, urban fantasy, witches, vampires, ghosts, paranormal mystery, and paranormal horror.

Welcome to the treasure hunt tour for The Forever Girl!

Here's how it's done:

Each stop on the tour will have a small excerpt with a code hidden it. Visit all the stops to gather the letters, unscramble the phrase, and email it to :

sandra.ashton-holtzman[at]bookandblogservices[dot]com

The stops list can be found here: http://www.bookandblogservices.com/book-tour-for-the-forever-girl-by-rebecca-hamilton

The winner will receive a goody bag including:

1 Forever Girl Ring
1 Forever Girl Keychain
1 Forever Girl Necklace
1 Forever Girl Bookmark
1 Forever Girl Candle

1 signed copy of The Forever Girl

1 signed copy of the companion novella, Her Sweetest Downfall

IMMORTALIZATION: The author will also immortalize the lucky winner by giving them a cameo appearance in the next Forever Girl book.

Bonus: If you've already reviewed The Forever Girl on Amazon, include the link to your review along with the unscrambled phrase for an additional entry!

***Excerpt Part 23*** 

I shook my head, but my smile said ‘yes’. Not to mention Marcus was still staring—and in the least intriguing way. He gave me the creeps. If I was dancing with someone else, that might get the weirdo’s attention off me. I spotted Ivory dancing with another girl, perhaps a your code is h friend she’d met here before, and figured one dance without her wouldn’t hurt.

The man across from me stood and offered his hand. My palm warmed as I accepted, but when I rose to join him, my balance shifted. I wobbled, nearly falling right back into my seat.

He hooked his arm around my waist, supporting me against his body, his breath soft on my ear. “Careful there.”

                        

Book Tour/Guest Post: My Favorite Mistake by Chelsea M Cameron

My Favorite Mistake

Chelsea M Cameron

Taylor Caldwell can't decide if she wants to kiss her new college roommate or punch him.

On the one hand, Hunter Zaccadelli is a handsome, blue-eyed bundle of charm. On the other, he's a tattooed, guitar-playing bundle of bad boy. Maybe that's why Taylor's afraid of falling in love with him, or anyone else. She doesn't want to get burned, and even though her other roommates adore him, she wants him gone before it's too late.

Hunter himself has been been burned before, but the fact that Taylor calls him out on his crap and has the sexiest laugh ever make him decide maybe love isn't a lost cause. They make a bet: if she can convince him she truly loves or hates him, he'll leave the apartment--and leave her alone. The problem is, the more time they spend together, the less she hates him, and the more she moves toward love.

But when the man who holds the key to Taylor's fear of giving up her heart resurfaces and threatens to wreck everything, she has to decide: trust Hunter with her greatest secret, or do everything in her power to win that bet and drive him away forever.

**************

GUEST POST

************** 

When I first had the idea for My Favorite Mistake, I knew that somehow, some way, that the two characters were going to have to live together. I could have had them in an off-campus apartment, but it would have been too easy for Taylor to get rid of Hunter. I wanted them to be completely and totally stuck with one another. Then I had an idea.

My Favorite Mistake is set at The University of Maine, which also happens to be my alma mater, so I know quite a bit about the campus. My freshman dorm was across the street from the upper-class apartments, known as the Doris Twitchell Allen Village, or D-TAV. Not only are they EXTREMELY small and cramped, they are co-ed. Bingo.

I never lived in D-TAV, but I did have friends who did, so that gave me a reference point. When you first walk into the rooms, you fall right into the living room, which is attached to a small kitchen. The bedrooms can either be single or double. I took some liberties and made my rooms both doubles so that Hunter would be forced to stay with Taylor. In reality, the co-ed rooms have at least one single room so that no one has to share with the opposite gender. Of course, if you decided to switch rooms, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be able to stop you.

The living room is just big enough to hold a couch, and I added a recliner. Across from the bedrooms is a tiny as all get out bathroom. There is no way I could share one of those things with three other people, let me tell you. The bedrooms themselves are so cramped that the beds have to be lofted so you can cram the desks underneath. There is barely any closet space, and you pretty much have to cram your dresser in there as well. The beds are perpendicular to one another, so you could actually sleep with your head almost touching your roommate's if you wanted to.

The key to setting the book mostly in those apartments is the intimacy. You're practically on top of one another ALL THE TIME. You get to know people real fast when you live with them. Here's a little bit of how it ramps up the intensity with Hunter and Taylor's relationship:

I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid mediations, which were as pointless as socks with sandals.

I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE.

I’d never spent so much time with someone I wasn’t related to, ever.

Author Info:

Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA writer from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.

She has two books out now, Nocturnal and Nightmare, the first and second books in the Noctalis Chronicles about a girl with a dying mother who meets an immortal boy. The third book, Numb will be out this August, and the fourth in the winter. Her other book, Whisper, about a girl who is alive, a boy who isn't and the complications that go along with their relationship, released June 16 and is the first in a trilogy.

Links :

Blog | Twitter | Goodreads| Amazon

Book Tour/Guest Post: My Favorite Mistake by Chelsea M Cameron

My Favorite Mistake

Chelsea M Cameron

Taylor Caldwell can't decide if she wants to kiss her new college roommate or punch him.

On the one hand, Hunter Zaccadelli is a handsome, blue-eyed bundle of charm. On the other, he's a tattooed, guitar-playing bundle of bad boy. Maybe that's why Taylor's afraid of falling in love with him, or anyone else. She doesn't want to get burned, and even though her other roommates adore him, she wants him gone before it's too late.

Hunter himself has been been burned before, but the fact that Taylor calls him out on his crap and has the sexiest laugh ever make him decide maybe love isn't a lost cause. They make a bet: if she can convince him she truly loves or hates him, he'll leave the apartment--and leave her alone. The problem is, the more time they spend together, the less she hates him, and the more she moves toward love.

But when the man who holds the key to Taylor's fear of giving up her heart resurfaces and threatens to wreck everything, she has to decide: trust Hunter with her greatest secret, or do everything in her power to win that bet and drive him away forever.

**************

GUEST POST

************** 

When I first had the idea for My Favorite Mistake, I knew that somehow, some way, that the two characters were going to have to live together. I could have had them in an off-campus apartment, but it would have been too easy for Taylor to get rid of Hunter. I wanted them to be completely and totally stuck with one another. Then I had an idea.

My Favorite Mistake is set at The University of Maine, which also happens to be my alma mater, so I know quite a bit about the campus. My freshman dorm was across the street from the upper-class apartments, known as the Doris Twitchell Allen Village, or D-TAV. Not only are they EXTREMELY small and cramped, they are co-ed. Bingo.

I never lived in D-TAV, but I did have friends who did, so that gave me a reference point. When you first walk into the rooms, you fall right into the living room, which is attached to a small kitchen. The bedrooms can either be single or double. I took some liberties and made my rooms both doubles so that Hunter would be forced to stay with Taylor. In reality, the co-ed rooms have at least one single room so that no one has to share with the opposite gender. Of course, if you decided to switch rooms, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be able to stop you.

The living room is just big enough to hold a couch, and I added a recliner. Across from the bedrooms is a tiny as all get out bathroom. There is no way I could share one of those things with three other people, let me tell you. The bedrooms themselves are so cramped that the beds have to be lofted so you can cram the desks underneath. There is barely any closet space, and you pretty much have to cram your dresser in there as well. The beds are perpendicular to one another, so you could actually sleep with your head almost touching your roommate's if you wanted to.

The key to setting the book mostly in those apartments is the intimacy. You're practically on top of one another ALL THE TIME. You get to know people real fast when you live with them. Here's a little bit of how it ramps up the intensity with Hunter and Taylor's relationship:

I saw Hunter when I woke up. I saw Hunter as I ate a bowl of cereal. I saw him in human sexuality, where he seemed to be trying to break a record for most innuendos in one hour. I saw him at work where he assaulted my email. I saw him every night at dinner. I saw him go to and from the bathroom. I saw him at our stupid mediations, which were as pointless as socks with sandals.

I. Saw. Him. EVERYWHERE.

I’d never spent so much time with someone I wasn’t related to, ever.

Author Info:

Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA writer from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.

She has two books out now, Nocturnal and Nightmare, the first and second books in the Noctalis Chronicles about a girl with a dying mother who meets an immortal boy. The third book, Numb will be out this August, and the fourth in the winter. Her other book, Whisper, about a girl who is alive, a boy who isn't and the complications that go along with their relationship, released June 16 and is the first in a trilogy.

Links :

Blog | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon

Spotlight: Go With The Flo by Lillian Grant

Go With The Flo

Lillian Grant

Nineties girl Florence Spring joined Avon to find her Edward Scissorhands but instead needs to rescue his porno alter ego.

When Florence notices her eccentric ex-boyfriend, Eddie, isn't putting on his usual show in the front window on Friday night she decides to investigate. She asks her best friend, Nelson Tyler, to help but he seems more interested in seducing Florence than in finding her personal flasher.

Florence has no idea when she embarks on the adventure she will accidentally shoot an undercover policeman, or that her actions will lead to Nelson's kidnapping. 

Now with two men missing she has no choice but to continue and thwart the plans of a psychotic soon to be divorcee. She needs to rescue Nelson because life without him is unbearable, especially since she's discovered his long sensitive fingers are far more erotic than scissorhands.

Website / Facebook

Florence Spring trudged down another empty street. A bag full of lipstick, foundation, eye shadow, and all manner of items designed to make a girl of the nineties a sight to behold, swung from her shoulder. The tote banged against her hip, aggravating an already aching bruise. Even though drizzle soaked her face, she resisted the urge to wipe it off. She knew it was her duty to represent the products she sold to the best of her ability. The handbook for sales 101 read, better to appear damp, than smudged.

This wasn’t how she’d envisioned life as an Avon representative. Where was her dark castle? Her mysterious hero? When would she find a beautiful man with a penchant for leather and rubber? She joined up to find her Edward Scissorhands. The closest she’d come was his porno alter ego, Edward Penishands.

If Eddie Cain wiggled his dick in his front room window one more time as she walked past, she would take the gold-handled nail scissors, on special this week for two dollars with any order over twenty dollars, and snip the little worm off. Bad enough she’d gone out with him once—once, and only once. The relationship had been doomed from the start. After his mother died, Eddie became most odd. Their one date had confirmed her belief that he was strange.

Snuggled together upstairs at the back of the number forty-six bus, he had whispered that he would like to handcuff her to his bed and whip her with a riding crop. She hadn’t even had a chance to answer before he let out a low moan and spontaneously ejaculated, leaving a noticeable stain on the front of his gray gabardine pants. She’d graciously lent him her jacket to carry in front of him as they climbed from the bus and entered the movie theatre. When he unzipped his fly and pulled the worm free at the first on-screen kiss, she excused herself and fled. She never did ask for her jacket back. It was her favorite too, genuine faux leather and fur. Never mind. She doubted even the dry cleaners would have been able to get the spunk stain out.

Cautiously, she approached number ninety-two Stoffer Street. The curtains hung open, however the front window stood bare. Eddie appeared to be out. She checked her watch. Bang on time. Eight p.m. as usual. She passed by every Friday night. He lived on the most direct route from her allotted sales patch to Nelson’s house. Eddie always waited for her. This time of the year he was usually silhouetted by the living room light. He’d never missed an opportunity to wiggle his wanger at her before. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed the little bugger; the wanger, not Eddie. She needed a good laugh after the dismal sales she usually mustered and Eddie always managed to add some element of humor to the whole sordid show. If only he learned to do the comedy act without the nudity he could take his show on the road. Of course, he could take it on the road with the striptease if he wanted to appeal to a whole other audience.

Truth be told, seeing him semi-naked once a week was, she suspected, the closest either of them had come to dating lately. If only she could find her prince charming, all dark, mysterious and quiet. She had a thing for silent movies. Everyone knew men of few words were sexy. You could imagine all sorts going on in their heads. Plans to show you the world, slay dragons, and win your heart. No one wanted to deal with the truth of them wondering if your boobs were real or if you had tissues stuffed in your bra, or calculating how long it would take them to wrestle you out of your underwear.

With a shrug, Florence tugged her jacket collar up in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the steady precipitation. She hated winter. Every year her mother reminisced about her childhood in England, telling Florence about the huge family Christmases they had which broke up the long cold months. Nothing happened in winter in New South Wales. Florence only had her mother’s secondhand memories of chocolate box celebrations. Although, Grandma Wilson did her best to break up the monotony of endless gray days with her Christmas in June party. Florence recalled the last outrageous family event only six weeks ago. What had that been beneath the mistletoe with Nelson? She shivered, even though she wasn’t cold. She needed to push that memory right out of her head before she reached her destination.

With a dismissive toss of her head, just in case he was watching, she left Eddie to his own sordid devices and continued on her way—her ego a little deflated. Even the local flasher had lost interest. She turned the corner and a feeling of contentment swept over her. Her best friend Nelson’s home was her bolt-hole from reality, away from her parents and the madness at her house. The small, rundown, two-bed town house might look in need of TLC to some. To her it stood out as an oasis in a horrible sales jungle. A lamp lit vision shrouded in mist. The tiny house was a cottage by the sea, a cozy little shack in the woods, anything her imagination fancied.

Not bothering to knock, she turned the handle and stepped inside. A blast of motor oil and male musky-scented air greeted her, along with Nelson’s cat, Killer. She lifted the undersized ginger fur ball to her face and rubbed him against her cheek, giggling at his loud purr. He waited for her every week, as did Nelson. She always popped in to warm up before he escorted her home.

A shout came from the kitchen. “That you, Squirt?”

She put the cat down and dropped her heavy bag on the side table. After tugging off her sodden woolen gloves and damp jacket, she tossed them on the banister to dry.

“Yeah, it’s only me.”

She secured the front door so Killer couldn’t escape, and sauntered the length of the threadbare carpeted hallway, glancing at the shiny new bolt and padlock on the basement door. She stopped on the threshold of the kitchen and stared at the vision before her.

Nelson glanced up from where he was kneeling on the floor. His eyes were hidden by his tousled dark hair. A huge grin spread across his face. “Hot chocolate’s by the stove.”

She stared at the red and polished chrome monster currently taking up half the floor space. “What are you doing?”

September

3 – Interview @ Sarah Carr

3 – Spotlight @ Tamaria Soana

4 – Guest Blog @ Jacob’s Beloved Books

5 – Interview @ Books-n-Kisses

6 – Interview @ Sizzling Hot Books

10 – Guest Blog & Spotlight @ Simply Ali

10 – Spotlight @ W.Lynn Chantale

11 – Review @ Romance in Reviews

12 – Interview @ Christine Warner

17 – Character Interview @ Krista Ames

18 – Guest Blog @ New Age Mama

19 – Guest Blog & Review @ Storm Goddess Book Reviews

20 – Spotlight @ Melissa Kendall

21 – Interview & Review @ From the TBR Pile

24 – Spotlight @ Fictional Candy

24 – Spotlight @ Ashlynn Monroe

25 – Interview @ You Gotta Read

29 – Review @ Rosa Sophia

Spotlight: Go With The Flo by Lillian Grant

Go With The Flo

Lillian Grant

Nineties girl Florence Spring joined Avon to find her Edward Scissorhands but instead needs to rescue his porno alter ego.

When Florence notices her eccentric ex-boyfriend, Eddie, isn't putting on his usual show in the front window on Friday night she decides to investigate. She asks her best friend, Nelson Tyler, to help but he seems more interested in seducing Florence than in finding her personal flasher.

Florence has no idea when she embarks on the adventure she will accidentally shoot an undercover policeman, or that her actions will lead to Nelson's kidnapping. 

Now with two men missing she has no choice but to continue and thwart the plans of a psychotic soon to be divorcee. She needs to rescue Nelson because life without him is unbearable, especially since she's discovered his long sensitive fingers are far more erotic than scissorhands.

Website / Facebook

Florence Spring trudged down another empty street. A bag full of lipstick, foundation, eye shadow, and all manner of items designed to make a girl of the nineties a sight to behold, swung from her shoulder. The tote banged against her hip, aggravating an already aching bruise. Even though drizzle soaked her face, she resisted the urge to wipe it off. She knew it was her duty to represent the products she sold to the best of her ability. The handbook for sales 101 read, better to appear damp, than smudged.

This wasn’t how she’d envisioned life as an Avon representative. Where was her dark castle? Her mysterious hero? When would she find a beautiful man with a penchant for leather and rubber? She joined up to find her Edward Scissorhands. The closest she’d come was his porno alter ego, Edward Penishands.

If Eddie Cain wiggled his dick in his front room window one more time as she walked past, she would take the gold-handled nail scissors, on special this week for two dollars with any order over twenty dollars, and snip the little worm off. Bad enough she’d gone out with him once—once, and only once. The relationship had been doomed from the start. After his mother died, Eddie became most odd. Their one date had confirmed her belief that he was strange.

Snuggled together upstairs at the back of the number forty-six bus, he had whispered that he would like to handcuff her to his bed and whip her with a riding crop. She hadn’t even had a chance to answer before he let out a low moan and spontaneously ejaculated, leaving a noticeable stain on the front of his gray gabardine pants. She’d graciously lent him her jacket to carry in front of him as they climbed from the bus and entered the movie theatre. When he unzipped his fly and pulled the worm free at the first on-screen kiss, she excused herself and fled. She never did ask for her jacket back. It was her favorite too, genuine faux leather and fur. Never mind. She doubted even the dry cleaners would have been able to get the spunk stain out.

Cautiously, she approached number ninety-two Stoffer Street. The curtains hung open, however the front window stood bare. Eddie appeared to be out. She checked her watch. Bang on time. Eight p.m. as usual. She passed by every Friday night. He lived on the most direct route from her allotted sales patch to Nelson’s house. Eddie always waited for her. This time of the year he was usually silhouetted by the living room light. He’d never missed an opportunity to wiggle his wanger at her before. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed the little bugger; the wanger, not Eddie. She needed a good laugh after the dismal sales she usually mustered and Eddie always managed to add some element of humor to the whole sordid show. If only he learned to do the comedy act without the nudity he could take his show on the road. Of course, he could take it on the road with the striptease if he wanted to appeal to a whole other audience.

Truth be told, seeing him semi-naked once a week was, she suspected, the closest either of them had come to dating lately. If only she could find her prince charming, all dark, mysterious and quiet. She had a thing for silent movies. Everyone knew men of few words were sexy. You could imagine all sorts going on in their heads. Plans to show you the world, slay dragons, and win your heart. No one wanted to deal with the truth of them wondering if your boobs were real or if you had tissues stuffed in your bra, or calculating how long it would take them to wrestle you out of your underwear.

With a shrug, Florence tugged her jacket collar up in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the steady precipitation. She hated winter. Every year her mother reminisced about her childhood in England, telling Florence about the huge family Christmases they had which broke up the long cold months. Nothing happened in winter in New South Wales. Florence only had her mother’s secondhand memories of chocolate box celebrations. Although, Grandma Wilson did her best to break up the monotony of endless gray days with her Christmas in June party. Florence recalled the last outrageous family event only six weeks ago. What had that been beneath the mistletoe with Nelson? She shivered, even though she wasn’t cold. She needed to push that memory right out of her head before she reached her destination.

With a dismissive toss of her head, just in case he was watching, she left Eddie to his own sordid devices and continued on her way—her ego a little deflated. Even the local flasher had lost interest. She turned the corner and a feeling of contentment swept over her. Her best friend Nelson’s home was her bolt-hole from reality, away from her parents and the madness at her house. The small, rundown, two-bed town house might look in need of TLC to some. To her it stood out as an oasis in a horrible sales jungle. A lamp lit vision shrouded in mist. The tiny house was a cottage by the sea, a cozy little shack in the woods, anything her imagination fancied.

Not bothering to knock, she turned the handle and stepped inside. A blast of motor oil and male musky-scented air greeted her, along with Nelson’s cat, Killer. She lifted the undersized ginger fur ball to her face and rubbed him against her cheek, giggling at his loud purr. He waited for her every week, as did Nelson. She always popped in to warm up before he escorted her home.

A shout came from the kitchen. “That you, Squirt?”

She put the cat down and dropped her heavy bag on the side table. After tugging off her sodden woolen gloves and damp jacket, she tossed them on the banister to dry.

“Yeah, it’s only me.”

She secured the front door so Killer couldn’t escape, and sauntered the length of the threadbare carpeted hallway, glancing at the shiny new bolt and padlock on the basement door. She stopped on the threshold of the kitchen and stared at the vision before her.

Nelson glanced up from where he was kneeling on the floor. His eyes were hidden by his tousled dark hair. A huge grin spread across his face. “Hot chocolate’s by the stove.”

She stared at the red and polished chrome monster currently taking up half the floor space. “What are you doing?”

September

3 – Interview @ Sarah Carr

3 – Spotlight @ Tamaria Soana

4 – Guest Blog @ Jacob’s Beloved Books

5 – Interview @ Books-n-Kisses

6 – Interview @ Sizzling Hot Books

10 – Guest Blog & Spotlight @ Simply Ali

10 – Spotlight @ W.Lynn Chantale

11 – Review @ Romance in Reviews

12 – Interview @ Christine Warner

17 – Character Interview @ Krista Ames

18 – Guest Blog @ New Age Mama

19 – Guest Blog & Review @ Storm Goddess Book Reviews

20 – Spotlight @ Melissa Kendall

21 – Interview & Review @ From the TBR Pile

24 – Spotlight @ Fictional Candy

24 – Spotlight @ Ashlynn Monroe

25 – Interview @ You Gotta Read

29 – Review @ Rosa Sophia

Interview with LJ Garland and Debbie Gould, Sins of the Mind

Sins of the Mind

Red River Series

LJ Garland & Debbie Gould

Seven years ago, Abby Montgomery survived a brutal attack. Now she is ready to put her pain in the past and move on with her life. The problem is, one by one the men in her life are being viciously murdered.


The detective assigned to the case, Ethan Parker, has demons of his own to hide. As the danger gets closer to Abby, so does Ethan. But can they get past his secrets before the killer gets to them? Sometimes the sins of the mind are more depraved than the sins of the heart.

Check out my review of Sins of the Mind HERE

Hello ladies!  Thank you for taking time out to interview with me!

DEBBIE GOULD: Thanks for inviting us, I’m excited.
LJ GARLAND: Yes, thanks so much for having us today!

First off, lets get the easiest part out of the way.  What can you tell us about “Sins of The Mind”?

Our latest release is the first book from the Red River series. It’s a romantic suspense from Decadent Publishing called Sins of the Mind. 

I really thought this story was twisted and fantastic.  How (and who!) came up with this idea?

LJ GARLAND: As I recall, we were both on the same Internet forum. We’d known each other for…what? Two years, Deb?
DEBBIE GOULD: Yup, about that. We had been brainstorming a plot in one of the books I was writing (still unfinished, lol) and I showed her the first chapter of another story that had been screaming in my brain at me. She liked it, and I asked her if she wanted to co-write it.
LJ GARLAND: That’s right! And I was excited because the story was really interesting. Romance and murder, what’s not to like? So, we spent several days brainstorming ideas and things got pretty intense and, as you said, Liz, twisted. LOL
DEBBIE GOULD: From there, came the town of Red River.
LJ GARLAND: Yes. We both loved the town and the characters that survived the first book. And voilà, Sins of the Mind and the Red River series!

DEBBIE GOULD: It was a big joint effort.

LJ GARLAND: Yep. Debbie and I work great together. We get to talking and the ideas just flow. It amazes me how “on-track” we are with each other. We’re both very open…listen to each other’s thoughts and ideas…whining, complaining… *cough*, um, laughing and giggling.
DEBBIE: Definitely. We have great brainstorming sessions on all our stories, and it’s amazing the things we come up with. I also think we share a brain, lol.
LAURA: Yeah! A lot of times, I’m IMing something to Deb, and by the time I hit SEND, BAM – she’s IMd me the same thing! LOL

I’ve had the pleasure of working with a few different writing teams.  They all seem to divide tasks differently.  How do you two handle it?

LJ GARLAND: Divide tasks? We were supposed to divide up tasks?

DEBBIE GOULD: LOL! No division here, we probably work differently than other writing teams and it’s hard to explain how we do it, but it works for us.

LJ GARLAND: Yeah, I would have to say that we’re talking about everything as we go along. We don’t divide anything up really. We do it all together. And for stuff like research, we take turns…well, more like whoever gets to it first.

DEBBIE GOULD: LOL, whatever it is, it works well for us. The chapters end up being a blend of our voices. When my mother read Sins of the Mind, she said there were definite spots she could pick out my voice, and spots she could tell Laura’s and the majority was a blend of both.

LJ GARLAND: Love it! :o)

And I see you have written quite a few books together.  I’m so excited to see that!  Do you have a favorite among them, something you could recommend?

DEBBIE GOULD: I think the paranormal we just completed is my favorite, but then again I’m pretty partial to Sins of the Mind.

LJ GARLAND: I would have to agree. The paranormal we just finished is very intense, romantically and action-wise. But Sins of the Mind is one I’d recommend.

Now Sins of the Mind is part of a series (yay!).  Will we get to see any more of Ethan and Abby?

LJ GARLAND: Absolutely!
DEBBIE GOULD: Oh yes, we are working on the next one as we speak.

LJ GARLAND: And Ethan and Abby have already made an appearance.

DEBBIE GOULD: Yes they have, but its Will and Ever’s turn to shine. LOL

LJ GARLAND: Yep, so Ethan and Abby will be there at the beginning but then leave town, so Will and Ever can be tortured—um, I mean fall in love. Course, the other residents of Red River will still be around. Who knows? Some might even end up in the morgue.

DEBBIE GOULD: Oh, come on…you know some of them will end up in the morgue!

LJ GARLAND: Oh, okay. Probably lots of them will end up in the morgue. But I’m not telling who or how.

Do you have any projects in the works, either solo or together, that you’d like to share with us?

DEBBIE GOULD: We’re actually working on three stories right now.

LJ GARLAND: Oh gosh, yes…we are! We keep tossing these chapters back and forth and sometimes I forget which character goes with which story. LOL

DEBBIE GOULD: I try to keep her straight, but it’s difficult at times. Especially if Laura hasn’t had her coffee.

LJ GARLAND: (glances down at coffee cup) Oh wait. I need a refill. Back in a sec.

DEBBIE GOULD: (sigh) We are working on the next book in the Red River Series, yup more murder, mayhem, and romance, lol.
LJ GARLAND: Back. Now, Red River series? Yep, we’ll be torturing the next characters even more than the first. Though, I think Sins of the Mind had several unexpected twists…and the characters got banged up pretty good.

DEBBIE GOULD: Think we should tease?
LJ GARLAND: Why not? LOL
DEBBIE GOULD: Okay. So, the next story in the Red River series is Will Donovan’s story. Here’s a little bit of our latest WIP….

FBI Agent Will Donovan jogged down the platform toward the train. Each step jolted the flashlight in his hand, sending the beam of light dashing over the concrete in front of him. Would he be too late?

Rows of light illuminated the abandoned trains, left in an old offshoot line of Boston’s Boylston Street Station. He rushed past a wall decorated with graffiti and cobwebs, his footsteps ringing hollow in the old concrete-lined tunnel. Behind him his partner, Kate Yarbrough followed.

“Will,” she called, her voice a harsh whisper filled with warning.

He slowed up. Kate was right. Rushing in could get them both killed. Just because the psycho bastard hadn’t set traps before didn’t mean there weren’t any this time. With both hands, he swept his flashlight beam and Glock 23 across the area, searching out the monster who’d murdered so many women. But only dirt, gravel, and rusted tracks were revealed.

He twisted back to his partner, who tilted her head toward the train car. Get on the train, Will. Find the girl. He nodded.

DEBBIE GOULD: We’re also working on a suspense short story for Decadent’s 1Night Stand series.
LJ GARLAND: Oh, yeah…those hottie pararescue guys.
DEBBIE GOULD: Oh, my they are sooo hot and a great bunch of guys.

LJ GARLAND: That story is a romantic suspense. And we’re hoping to build a string of stories about these amazing guys.

DEBBIE GOULD: Did I mention they are hot!

LJ GARLAND: LOL Yes, Debbie. The guys are hot. But they’re more than that, too. Right? They have their own set of issues/baggage. The third story we’re working on is a short paranormal romantic suspense.

DEBBIE GOULD: Oh, yeah. The tat story.

LJ GARLAND: Another twisty tale…or it should be by the time we’re finished.

DEBBIE GOULD: No doubt, lol. If one of our minds doesn’t think of it, the other does.

LJ GARLAND: So, hopefully, we’ll have more releases soon. Some shorts and a longer story or two.

One of my favorite questions, who would you cast in a movie for Sins of The Mind?

DEBBIE GOULD: Hmmmmm, Abby would be Amanda Seyfried and Ethan would be hmmmm either Channing Tatum…he’s pretty hot right now, or Colin Ferrel, lol, with short hair.

LJ GARLAND: Oh, yeah. Channing. Mmm. He’s sooooo sexy. Amanda would be good. But I like Scarlett Johansson, too.

And if you could bring any character from any book to life for one day, who would it be? (and why, of course!)

LJ GARLAND: Gosh, just one?

DEBBIE GOULD: I can tell you who it wouldn’t be!!! Elliott Swanson!

LJ GARLAND: LOLOL No, I don’t think I’d request Elliott either. He might get the wrong idea and start hitting on me or something. No…I think I would ask for Will. (sigh)

DEBBIE GOULD: Yeah, Will is going to be an awesome hero.

What are your favorite genres to read and to write?

DEBBIE GOULD: Romantic Suspense hands downs!

LJ GARLAND: I love to read and write romantic suspense, sci-fi romance, paranormal romance, and time travel romance. I like to read horror (King, Koontz, Harris), too, so horror aspects tend to creep into the stories. lol

Lastly, social media.  Where can we find you?

- We can be tracked down at http://www.garland-and-gould.blogspot.com/ where we blog, chat about stuff, and interview other authors.
- L.J. can be caught at www.lj-garland.com and emailed at mail@lj-garland.com You can also tweet her at @LJ_Garland1
- Debbie can be found at http://www.authordebbiegould.com/ and emailed at mountecho2006@yahoo.com.
- We love hearing from people who have enjoyed our stories!

And you can find Sins of the Mind here!

Thank you, again! Best of luck with the rest of your tour!

LJ GARLAND: Thank you so much for having us here today, Liz!
DEBBIE GOULD: Yes, thanks, Liz! We had a wonderful time!