Jack Cannon's American Destiny

Rachel Thompson

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

A 3rd Time to Die by George Bernstein @GeorgeBernstein #romance #suspense #reviewshare

A 3rd Time to DieA 3rd Time to Die by George Bernstein
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

In some scenes, this book exceeded my expectations. The prologue for example when Charles reminds himself of Victoria's sensuality and then there was Chapter Fifteen, when Craig tries to come to terms with his wife's cheating ways.

Then there were the moments when the book let me down. Small errors as they may be which may not interrupt some readers, it bothered me that the chapter headers were not consistent and paragraphs started and ended wherever they liked. I have read many a Kindle book since I starter blogging and paragraph transitions were much smoother.

The plot itself spoke to me. Cheating spouse, a lover from the past and circumstances we don't want to be in are all common feelings between a reader. Mr. Bernstein then coats the plot with reincarnation which made me like it even more.

All in, this book was full of discovery, every turn a surprise. Mr. Bernstein is a master of story, pulling the reader towards the next chapter and then the next. Very touching all the way through. I would highly recommend this book to anyone who wants to read a wonderfully rewarding book.

Disclosure - As a Quality Reads Book Club member, I received a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.



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Monday, March 10, 2014

Order of Earth (Elements of Ink) by Jennifer Cornet @J_Cornet

Book Excerpt: (Chapter 2)

The brass doors opened behind her bringing with it an unexpected guest.

“I knew you’d come home.”

Onyx’ heart sank hearing him speak in that gentle voice. He always used that voice when he knew he was wrong; when he was trying to make her forgive him. It felt repulsively sweet now.

“She was just leaving,” Jade said in a firm tone as she turned to face him.

“Nicky, you brought a bodyguard with you? That hurts,” he sounded genuinely insulted.

“Goodbye, Philip.” Onyx said softly, suddenly lacking the confidence she just had.

Philip reached out for her arm, but Jade intercepted the action, grabbing him by the wrist and twisting it until he let out an almost inaudible yelp.

“You will not lay a hand on her. Not now, not ever again. If you so much as brush against her in a way I don’t like, I will break every bone in your body, starting with your pinky toe and ending with your skull.” She twisted just a little further.

But he didn’t lose his composure. He looked Onyx dead in the eye, “Quite a lot of bark for your little Chihuahua of a friend here, huh? Nicky, we don’t need all of this. This running away, the muscle, the hiding out, we are better than this. You know I love you more than anything in the world. Just come home, baby. I need you. It’ll be different, I promise. I’ll start going to therapy like you always wanted. You can even hang out with that crayon haired one. No questions asked. Just come home. What do you say? Come on, I need you.”

“Onyx, don’t you listen to him. Put the bags in the elevator, we’re leaving.”

Onyx hesitated, switching her gaze back and forth between the two. He looked so hurt, so broken up, she just wanted to leap into his arms and console him. For a moment, she could feel her heart ripping in her chest; she believed him. She believed he meant he would change and things would be different. She believed it and she hated herself for it.

Onyx rolled her bags into the elevator before she lost her nerve.

“Goodbye, Philip.” She said again.

“If you love her even half as much as you say, you’ll let us leave here. You’ll leave her alone and move on with your life. But keep the therapy bit, you need it.” Jade winked at him before joining Onyx.

As Jade released his wrist, he noticed a small green marking on her arm; a very familiar mark that he knew all too well.

The girls disappeared down to the ground floor, leaving Philip alone in his flower filled living room. He pulled out his phone and hit speed dial.

“She’s with the Order of Earth. Find out what family, find out who their Protector is, and find out now.”

OrderOfEarth

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Genre - Urban Fantasy

Rating – PG – 13

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Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sunspots by Karen S. Bell @KarenSueBell #Excerpt #Romance #MustRead


I took a bath. I needed to cleanse myself psychically as well as physically. As I washed, I thought about what Owen said concerning Viola Parker. Thinking of Owen nauseated me and made me feel quite guilty so I switched my concentration to Viola Parker…my ethereal intruder. Funny he should say what he did—like he knew her or of her. I couldn’t figure the connection because she was quite old and, as far as I could discern then, not related in anyway to Jake’s family. Her name had never come up in any conversations, or her existence. So I wondered why Owen thought it odd that I bought her house after she died. But I was sure, Viola Parker herself would reveal her past to me because…she never really left here, never gave up claim to this place.
Shockingly, startlingly, Viola just started showing up, rocking away in that old chair and grinning at me like the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland. She rocked and rocked in that damned chair or Chair of the Damned, as I like to call it. And I was not happy about it. My aversion to Viola’s corporal presence and ethereal spirit might seem odd given my desire to make contact with Jake but I knew nothing about her. She could have been a crazy person in life and be a slasher-type in death like Nightmare on Elm Street’s Freddy. So, naturally, I was cautious. At first, I thought I was hallucinating. I had placed the chair in the living room right near the fireplace. It looked smart there. It was not a fancy rocker, just plain wood with a worn seat cushion but it had character like an antique. Could have been from JC Penny for all I knew about antiques but it had the look. I never sat in it because that worn seat suggested its heavy use by a now dead Viola Parker and that was creepy. I decided I would sit in the chair when I got a new cushion, but I was too busy studying and being a mentally disturbed hermit to refurbish anything.
The encounters began one night after dark (naturally), exactly one week after my mother left. The chair started rocking by itself. I was walking in the hallway and threw a glance into the living room. The chair had rocked. There was movement. I stopped to catch another look. The chair was still. I looked away and then sensed a one-two rock. I was intrigued and freaked out so I went over to the now stationary chair and felt around for a shot of air or any other logical disturbance. I manually rocked the chair but there was no explanation. I decided that sleep deprivation had distorted my accurate assessment of rocking versus not rocking so I went to bed to get some much-needed rest.
The next night the same thing—edge of vision rocking—straight on looking no rocking. This went on for five nights and I decided to throw out the chair. I took it out to the street for pick up and watched the truck drive away with the chair in its bowels. But my intuition or premonition did not give me a peaceful feeling as I watched the truck drive out of sight. With dread, I walked back into my house and sure enough, there was the chair.
Sunspots
Sunspots is personal. A personal journey of grieving, a personal journey of self-discovery, and a personal journey geographically. A young woman from Brooklyn, Aurora, a man from Austin, Texas, Jake, meet accidentally in NYC and it changes the trajectory of their lives. Aurora decides to grab on to what she perceives may be her only chance at the comfy married existence that has so far eluded her. But it is no hardship to leave NYC and her stalled acting career for this apparently wealthy, dynamic, handsome lover who whisks her off her feet. But after the honeymoon, reality sets in and she realizes that marriage can be isolating, and that the socio-economic differences between her and Jake can become a wedge. How can Aurora adjust to these changes? How can she regain the independent personality she had before Jake became her only focus in life?
Fast forward two years, and Aurora finds herself a widow. An accident. Unexpected. And then her journey becomes one of accepting the harsh reality of encounters with Jake's ghost, the real nature of her time travel experiences, and Jake's true character. Viola Parker is her guide through these episodes not of this world. Viola, a ghost who has a connection with Aurora's past, leads her to find, Cliff, her true soulmate, her true love in this life erasing the pain of her mistakes with Jake Stein through the centuries. Sometimes from the ashes, sometimes from blackness awaits the brilliant light of a life of happiness.
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Genre – Contemporary romance, Magical Realism
Rating – PG-13
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Sunday, March 2, 2014

The Last Finesse by Brian Bloom @BrianB_Aust

From Chapter 37

‘Gramps wasn’t around anymore. Successful industrialists don’t have time for their daughters. My mother had her hands full with the boys. Teenagers crave attention. That’s all I was doing. It turned out I was quite normal. I finally grew up. Sports were helpful.’

He was as intrigued with her as ever. ‘What kind of sports?’

‘Gymkhana horse riding, till I was 15, and then some board surfing, on the odd occasion, and then, more recently, board sailing. I love to be at one with nature.’ She flicked back her hair and looked up at the sun.

‘So,’ he said in response, ‘we both know how to ride a horse – that’s a start isn’t it?’

‘Yeah,’ I guess so, she replied, ‘but I’d rather play golf.’

‘I’d be delighted if you’d play with me,’ he stated enthusiastically. ‘What did you do when you were “finished” at that “finishing school” of yours?’

‘I’ve told you,’ she answered: ‘my old man wanted me “barefoot and pregnant” in the kitchen next door – he thought it was time I settled down. We had a hell of a fight, but I had Guido on my side, and my mother finally came to the party and supported me.

‘I enrolled in a journalism course at Texas U, in Austin. I did quite well. My old man finally acknowledged my existence by coming to my graduation ceremony. And then our relationship became an armed truce, when I “informed” him I’d decided to go out on my own.’ Using her index and middle fingers, she drew quotation marks in the air, around the word “informed”.

‘That wasn’t his idea of how a good Italian woman should conduct herself. I basically told him, “Go fuck yourself!”, but I used more diplomatic language – as they taught me at finishing school. He finally came to realise he’d been a failure as a father, and backed off. From time to time, he still dangles my trust fund in my face, in the hope he can make me see reason and live my life according to his paternal script.’

‘Right,’ Luke acknowledged. ‘And your mother?’

‘Mum died when I was 20, a week before my 21st-birthday party. That rug was also pulled out from under me, and it was the last straw, as far as I was concerned. That’s when I moved to San Francisco to start living my own life properly.

‘That’s also why I wanted to know your views about gay marriage. Like Sydney, San Fran’s got a large gay community, and I’m lucky enough to have a lot of gay friends.’

His ‘naughty streak’ surfaced again. ‘And if you come to live in Australia among the “large gays”?’

She smiled, but was clearly fixated on wrapping up her story. ‘Some of them might miss me.’

‘Did you struggle to get a job?’

‘No,’ she answered, ‘not really. A few doors were opened to me because I topped my class and was the daughter of Louis Marchetti.’

Luke imagined the opening doors, and indulged in a quick fantasy about banging his boys up against her open doors . . . ‘So,’ he remarked, ‘he wasn’t entirely a waste of rations . . . Hang on a second: did you just say you topped your class?’

She had a palpable air of relief that she’d finally told her story. ‘Look, Luke, he’s not really a bad guy; it’s just he’s been hanging on to his old values in the modern world. I’m convinced that somewhere deep inside him, he’s just as sad as I am that we don’t have a relationship. I’m his only daughter. Maybe, if you and I finally get together, it’ll serve as an ice breaker.’

‘You topped your class?’ he persisted.

‘Yes,’ she replied, with a trace of impatience. ‘So what?

He considered his next question. ‘Can I ask you something personal?’

‘Sure,’

The Last Finesse

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Genre - Conspiracy Thriller

Rating – MA (15+)

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Amazon & a Separate Ranking for #Book Reviewers @MI7Ward #AmReading #BookReviews

Should Amazon have a separate ranking for book reviewers?
I recently delved into the forums for Amazon reviewers, and found it quite entertaining. I’d never realised there was such controversy to be had on the matter of giving your opinion on commodities. Things like should the ‘unhelpful’ vote be abolished? Should you be allowed to vote on your own reviews? Are some reviewers artificially pumping up their ranking by getting their friends to vote for their product assessments?
What struck me most is how seriously most reviewers take their ranking.
Now, I’m not complaining about that. I’d be exactly the same in their position. Amazon has made the whole thing into a game, and games are fun. There’s no fun in any game, though, if you don’t want to win.
It did strike me as a little unfair, though. Because quite a lot of the reviewers in the top 10,000 are book critics. They review books to the exclusion of all else. Many of them have blogs, and they post their assessments not only on Amazon, but also on their own sites, and on Goodreads.
Do you know what I’d do if I wanted to get into Amazon’s top fifty reviewers? I’d buy a 100 cheap electrical items, I’d spend twelve hours plugging them in and using them, then I’d write a review on each. Next day, I’d order some more, and go through the same process again. Pretty soon, if I was actually any good at plugging stuff in and using it - a big ‘if’, obviously: most of us struggle in that department ;) - I’d see those helpful votes come pouring in. In no time at all, I’d be King of the Reviewers! KING, I TELL YOU!
Books take time to read. Is there ever going to be a book blogger at #1 in the Amazon Reviewer charts? I doubt it. Not unless he or she starts plugging more stuff in and using it.
Amazon started off as a bookseller before it diversified into DVD’s, CD’s and then the entire known capitalist economy. Perhaps in deference to that, it should provide separate charts for different types of reviewers - after all, they do that with books: you’ve got the romance chart, the literary chart, the thriller chart, etc - to give the book reviewers a shot at a top spot. Maybe those who want to continue to be jacks of all trades should commit to at least ten different categories of products.
After all, reviewing books isn’t just a hobby: it’s a vocation.
Tales of MI7
When someone starts assassinating paparazzi in three countries, MI7 sits up. Apparently, the killer is none other than Dmitri Vassyli Kramski, retired SVR field-operative and former Kremlin protégé. True, the Cold War is long finished, but everyone knows Vladimir Putin is as unhappy for Russia to play second fiddle on the international stage as even the most strident of his Communist predecessors. In 2010 therefore, East-West relations remain as tortuous as ever.
Kramski’s trail leads deep into London’s émigré community, forcing his pursuers into conflict with an unknown organisation bent on protecting him. Bit by bit, he begins to look less like a professional assassin and more like someone plotting to scupper the foundations of Western democracy itself. To compound matters, the Russians are as baffled by him as anyone.
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Genre – Espionage Thriller
Rating – PG
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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Becoming a Better Writer with Diane Mulligan @Mulligan_Writes #writetip #amwriting #amreading

10 Tips to Become a Better Writer
Ever since I published my first novel, people have been asking me what they should do if they, too, wish to write a novel. A worthy question, and one that I’ve thought about. Allow me to distill my best advice to ten things that I think will put you on the right path.
  • Set goals for yourself.
If you want to become a better writer, the first thing you need to do is figure out what that vague, fuzzy idea of “a better writer” means to you. Does being a better writer mean getting more acceptances at literary magazines or getting into a conference? Does it mean a kind response from the friend you entrusted to read your draft? Does it mean fewer squiggly grammar-check lines as you type? The more specific you are, the better you can plan to fulfill your goal. My goal in my new book The Latecomers Fan Club was pacing. The feedback I got on my first book was that I should speed up the beginning. That was concrete and specific and I was able to tackle it. If I merely set out with trying to be a better writer, I wouldn’t have known where to place my efforts.
  • Finish what you start.
In a direct corollary to setting goals, if you want to be a better writer, it’s important to follow through on a story. Get to the words “The End.” If you want to be a writer, you probably have dozens of ideas, any one of which could make a great story. Unfortunately, if you start a new one every day but never finish any of them, you won’t break from the ranks of the aspiring into the ranks of the writers. I suggest setting a deadline and daily/weekly word count goal. You can take the NaNoWriMo approach of 1667 words per day for 30 days to finish a draft of a novel, or 1000 words a day for two months, or 1000 words five days a week for three months, or 300 words a day for a year, but whatever you decide, follow through!
  • Read a lot.
I have been astounded to hear many people say that want to write a book but that they don’t read much. Why would a person want to create something he or she wouldn’t even consume? It’s like a vegetarian grilling steaks for supper. Besides, the best way to learn to write is to study the writing of others. Which brings me to number 4:
  • Find literary role models.
Not just buddies who also like to write or even a few teachers, but role models whose works you adore. What are you favorite books, the ones you’ve read over and over and that you always come back to? Turn to those books and study them. How do they work? Is the dialogue sizzling? Is the setting so real you feel like you’ve visited it? What do you love in those books? Pin down specific features you admire and then imitate. I know what you’re thinking. Imitation is a dirty word. Or is it? Imitation is the foundation of learning. Before being original, we must imitate.
  • Be quiet.
Eavesdrop. What do real people sound like when they converse? Take cues from real life when writing dialogue. Notice how often people fail to respond to each other, how often one questions is answered by another irrelevant question. Most conversations are actually two people talking at each other. Written dialogue should sound like real dialogue.
  • Know when to silence your inner editor.
Sometimes our inner editors are mean and spiteful. They tell us our writing sucks, our stories are boring, and no one likes us. At those times, we must shut our inner editors away where we can’t hear them. We wouldn’t listen to someone else talk to us that way, and we shouldn’t talk to ourselves that way either. When your inner editor makes personal attacks, lock her in the closet and then keep writing.
  • Know when to listen to your inner editor.
Conversely, sometimes our inner editors are wise and helpful. When they tell us that a time sequence is not clear, or that a character is being too contradictory, or that we may have gotten carried away with fancy prose, they might just be on to something. In other words, when our inner editors offer specific, constructive criticism, like a kind friend, we should listen. When my inner editor told me, after two whole drafts of the Latecomers Fan Club, that the book would be better in third person (I had originally written in first), I didn’t want to face another complete rewrite, but the suggestion was so specific and clear that I had to try, and guess what—my inner editor was completely right. The book is much better now.
  • Accept criticism graciously.
This is a direct correlation to 6 & 7. When you are given feedback, even if you disagree with it, say thank you to the person who spent time considering your work. If someone bothered to criticize you, even if it feels bad to hear the criticism, there must be something worthwhile in your work, or there’d be no reason to comment at all. There’s nothing worse than a piece of literature that leaves a reader with absolutely nothing to say.
  • Be open-minded.
If you really want to be a better writer, you must go beyond graciously saying thank you to feedback. You have to be willing to really hear the feedback and evaluate its relevance to your writing and goals. When your kneejerk reaction is to dismiss feedback, pause. Take a breath. Consider it again. You may still decide it’s bad advice for you, but you may also learn something important about your writing style. A number of friends told me the first fifty pages of my first book Watch Me Disappear  were nice but a bit slow moving. I knew this advice came from people who cared, so I took it to heart and in writing my next book, I focused on the action of the first fifty pages instead of just setting up characters and setting. Do I try to heed all the bits of advice that come my way? No. For instance I choose to ignore the agent who told me my stories were not saleable. That wasn’t constructive or helpful, so I didn’t need to worry about it.
  • Simplify, simplify, simplify.
I find that in writing and in life, I always do well to keep it simple.
The Latecomers Fan Club
What is it about guys with guitars in their hands that makes them so irresistible, even when they are obviously self-centered jerks? If Abby and Maggie could answer that question, maybe they could finally get over Nathaniel. There's just something about him when he picks up his guitar and gets behind the microphone, something that makes sensible women act like teenyboppers instead of rational, self-respecting adults.
Abby was first sucked in by Nathaniel's rock 'n roll swagger four years ago when a drunken fling turned into a series of drunken hook-ups that became something like a relationship. Now, as New Year's Eve promises a fresh start, she wants to believe he's finally going to grow up and take their relationship seriously.
What does Nathaniel hope the New Year will bring? An escape from the disappointing realities of his life. He's thirty-four years old and he's barely making ends meet as an adjunct philosophy professor, which was always only a backup plan anyway. Nathaniel's real goal was always to make his living as a musician, but his band, The Latecomers, broke up a couple of years ago, and he hasn't picked up his guitar in months.
When he decides to spend the holiday with some high school friends instead of hanging out at the bar where Abby works, he gets the happy surprise of reuniting with his long-lost friend Maggie. Newly divorced, Maggie has just moved back to her mother's house to regroup. Nathaniel and Maggie were supposed to be the ones who left Worcester forever to conquer the world. He was going to be a rock star. She was going to take the world of art by storm. He's never gotten farther than Boston, and her best efforts only left her broke and heartbroken.
As they ring in the New Year together, Nathaniel decides it's time to take control of his life and to start making his dreams come true. He thinks the first step will be easy. All he needs to do is break up with Abby and finally admit his feelings for Maggie. But the New Year has more surprises in store, and nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
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Genre – Women's Literature
Rating – PG-13
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Friday, February 28, 2014

Christina George's #WriteTip on How to Find a Publisher @PublicistGal #Romance #AmReading

How to Find a Publisher
I’ve been in publishing for almost 20 years. When I first started as a publicist, out there on my own things were very different in publishing. You had to have an agent to get a publisher and back then, it was pretty easy to sell a book. Well, easy is relative of course, and perhaps easier than it is now.
The big paradigm shift has come from a few places: the shrinking bookstore shelves, Amazon which sort of swept up the playing field when it came to online purchases of books, and readers buying fewer books. Then came the authors who were willing to self-publish, and did so very well, climbing to huge success and ready for a publisher to snap them up. All of this changed the dynamic of what publishers want.
Authors wanting to find a traditional publishing house need to know a few things. First, all of the above has resulted in publishers who are pretty risk-averse. They want to buy books they know will sell which is why so many of them snap up self-published titles that have found a market. If you aren’t willing to self-publish your book, then consider raising your own author profile even before you’ve signed a deal. This means getting a website, starting to blog and getting on social media. If speaking is your thing, you may consider that, too. Second, publishers want to know that the author can sell their own book and is willing to do so. Having an author who is already marketing by having a website and social media presence is pretty attractive to most publishers. Third, and perhaps most important, you need to know your markets. I’m speaking of the market you are writing in as well as the publishing market in general. Getting to know who is buying what, what publishers are looking for in terms of books and what changes are happening in the industry will set you ahead of most of your competition. Wondering where you can learn about publishing? Well, start by subscribing to a few free sites like Publishersmarketplace.com and the DigitalBookWorld.com newsletter. Both are free, both offer daily tidbits on publishing and authors.
Another surprising way to increase your chances of finding a publisher is by having a clean manuscript. I know when our editors decide to take on a book, this is something they look for, too. Believe it or not, they want something that’s been edited. Don’t send them something half-assed because unless it’s the most unbelievable piece of literature ever, they won’t take it. Keep in mind, however, that if a publisher decides to take you on, you will likely have to rewrite certain portions of it and the original manuscript you sent them may go through a lot of changes. It’s part of the process; to get the book to commercial levels there is a lot of work involved. Rarely does a manuscript arrive at a publisher commercially ready to go. Most, if not all, need work. But the more attention you can show to detail from the start, the better your chances of finding someone to publish your book.
Many ask me if they need an agent. Here’s the thing, agents are fantastic but like everything else in publishing, their world is changing, too. Agents are a necessity for many seeking a publisher, so yes, you should submit to agents when needed, though some publishers (such as the Love Swept line from Penguin) accept unagented works.
Finally, is there a market for your book? This is a very tough question to ask yourself, I know. We all want to think that our books are marketable but often many aren’t. So, how do you know? Well, research will tell you where there is a market for what you’ve written. Check out your local bookstore and see what other titles there are similar to yours. If there aren’t any, there may be a reason why. Next, have someone who can be objective give you some solid feedback. When I say objective I mean no one you know. You may have to pay for this advice but it can be really worth it. Find someone in publishing, a coach or a marketing person, but beware that they don’t try to sell you some publishing package or something you hadn’t planned on. Start with straight coaching or editorial feedback so you know if you have a solid book and a one that has a market.
Publishing has changed, many say for the better, and  I would tend to agree. Digital books, self-publishing, and authors willing to do the work have brought in a tsunami of change into a pretty old-guard world. Publishers must evolve or die and, despite the fact that they aren’t willing to take the risks they were say, ten years ago, they are still looking for books. Who knows, yours could be next.
ShelfLife
Publishing: An industry of out-of-control of egos, unrealistic expectations, and books with the shelf life of milk. This is Kate’s world, but for how long? When one of Kate Mitchell’s star authors is carted away in handcuffs, she thinks it’s only the beginning of her troubles. As her world crumbles around her, Kate desperately looks for anyone to hold onto but finds that happy endings are truly works of fiction. When her career and love affair hit their expiration date, Kate sets off on a new adventure….
Starting over in California is easy, but Kate soon learns that leaving her old life behind isn’t. Nicholas Lavigne is eager to help her forget, but two things still own her heart, the dream of discovering the next great American novel, and MacDermott Ellis. As Kate tries to rebuild her life she finds a surprising gift that reboots her career in a new and unexpected direction. Suddenly her name becomes synonymous with one of the biggest bestsellers publishing has seen in ages and she's welcomed back with open arms. At the height of her success the ghosts of her past come back to remind her of the world she'd been trying to forget and the man who never let go of her heart. Behind the book, there’s always more to the story. Welcome to Publishing, the ego has landed.
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Genre – Contemporary Romance
Rating – R
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