Book Promotion: Patriot by A.S. Bond

Today’s book promotion comes from A.S. Bond and her book called Patriot. If you like Thrillers, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

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Book:Patriot
Author: A.S. Bond
Genre:
Thriller

Publisher: Castle Books
Format: Paperback, ebook
Release Date:
4/24/2014

Summary:
What would you do for your country? In Afghanistan, a US Army Patrol is devastated by an enemy with sophisticated weaponry, while in D.C., Pentagon staffer Scott Jenson tips off the ambitious young reporter Brooke Kinley about a billionaire businessman’s involvement in terrorism. But why is the White House determined to protect this businessman, and why does the answer seem to lie in the Canadian wilderness? In a dangerous journey to the remotest parts of the world and the darkest corners of men’s hearts, Brooke races to prevent a catastrophic attack on America, but can she uncover the real traitor?

 

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A.S. Bond’s Website: Here
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Q & A:

The best thing about writing this book?
I’ve spent most of my life looking for adventure, figuring out a way to live it and then writing about the experience, or when, after spending 16 years writing non-fiction, I decided to turn to writing fiction, the choice was obvious. I’d write the kind of book I Iove to read; an action thriller. The added bonus? Not only could I find another way to write about the exciting places I’ve been to and things I’ve experienced, but I could also invent a few more adventures I haven’t got round to yet. And maybe – maybe – get an excuse to do a few more crazy things (all in the interests of ‘research’, you know). I also loved creating the character of Brooke Kinley and I hope she has many more adventures!

Where did you get your idea for this story?
When I sat down to write PATRIOT, the old advice ‘write what you know’ came to mind and I realized what I knew was wilderness travel, cedar canoes and adventure. I’m also interesting in politics (I have a degree in political science) and I work as a journalist….so that’s how it all came together!

What would you tell aspiring writers out there?
Learn your craft! It’s true; writing is 99% perspiration and 1% inspiration.

What is your favorite book?
That is impossible to say, as it depends on what mood I’m in etc. I love action thrillers, mysteries etc. The Pelican Brief is a favorite andi admire Robert Goddard, who is the king of mystery plotters. I also love travel books (I’ve written several that were published, including Lost Lands, Forgotten Stories, published by HarperCollins). One of my favorite travel books is The Curve of Time by M Wylie Blanchett.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate?
All! Tea for breakfast, coffee in the afternoon and cocoa before bed!

 

 

I want to thank A.S. Bond for allowing me to promote her book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read Patriot!

Blog Tour: To Live Forever by Andra Watkins

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Publication Date: March 1, 2014
Publisher: World Hermit Press
Formats: eBook, Paperback

Genre: General Fiction/Paranormal

Is remembrance immortality? Nobody wants to be forgotten, least of all the famous.

Meriwether Lewis lived a memorable life. He and William Clark were the first white men to reach the Pacific in their failed attempt to discover a Northwest Passage. Much celebrated upon their return, Lewis was appointed governor of the vast Upper Louisiana Territory and began preparing his eagerly-anticipated journals for publication. But his re-entry into society proved as challenging as his journey. Battling financial and psychological demons and faced with mounting pressure from Washington, Lewis set out on a pivotal trip to the nation’s capital in September 1809. His mission: to publish his journals and salvage his political career. He never made it. He died in a roadside inn on the Natchez Trace in Tennessee from one gunshot to the head and another to the abdomen.

Was it suicide or murder? His mysterious death tainted his legacy and his fame quickly faded. Merry’s own memory of his death is fuzzy at best. All he knows is he’s fallen into Nowhere, where his only shot at redemption lies in the fate of rescuing another. An ill-suited “guardian angel,” Merry comes to in the same New Orleans bar after twelve straight failures. Now, with one drink and a two-dollar bill he is sent on his last assignment, his final shot at escape from the purgatory in which he’s been dwelling for almost 200 years. Merry still believes he can reverse his forgotten fortunes.

Nine-year-old Emmaline Cagney is the daughter of French Quarter madam and a Dixieland bass player. When her mother wins custody in a bitter divorce, Emmaline carves out her childhood among the ladies of Bourbon Street. Bounced between innocence and immorality, she struggles to find her safe haven, even while her mother makes her open her dress and serve tea to grown men.

It isn’t until Emmaline finds the strange cards hidden in her mother’s desk that she realizes why these men are visiting: her mother has offered to sell her to the highest bidder. To escape a life of prostitution, she slips away during a police raid on her mother’s bordello, desperate to find her father in Nashville.

Merry’s fateful two-dollar bill leads him to Emmaline as she is being chased by the winner of her mother’s sick card game: The Judge. A dangerous Nowhere Man convinced that Emmaline is the reincarnation of his long dead wife, Judge Wilkinson is determined to possess her, to tease out his wife’s spirit and marry her when she is ready. That Emmaline is now guarded by Meriwether Lewis, his bitter rival in life, further stokes his obsessive rage.

To elude the Judge, Em and Merry navigate the Mississippi River to Natchez. They set off on an adventure along the storied Natchez Trace, where they meet Cajun bird watchers, Elvis-crooning Siamese twins, War of 1812 re-enactors, Spanish wild boar hunters and ancient mound dwellers. Are these people their allies? Or pawns of the perverted, powerful Judge?

After a bloody confrontation with the Judge at Lewis’s grave, Merry and Em limp into Nashville and discover her father at the Parthenon. Just as Merry wrestles with the specter of success in his mission to deliver Em, The Judge intercedes with renewed determination to win Emmaline, waging a final battle for her soul. Merry vanquishes the Judge and earns his redemption. As his spirit fuses with the body of Em’s living father, Merry discovers that immortality lives within the salvation of another, not the remembrance of the multitude.

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Chapter One

A New Orleans Courtroom
Thursday
March 24, 1977

A drop of sweat hung from the end of my nose. I watched it build, cross-eyed, before I shook my head and made it fall. It left wet circles on the front of my dress.

“Emmaline. Be still, Child.” Aunt Bertie fanned her face and neck with a paper fan, the one with the popsicle stick handle.

A popsicle would be so good.

The waiting room of the court in New Orleans was full. People were everywhere I looked.

Reporters in stripey suits talked with some of Daddy’s musician friends. I loved to watch their fingers play imaginary guitars or pound out chords on their legs. Once or twice, Daddy’s band members came over to squeeze my arm or pat my head. “In spite of what they’s saying in that courtroom, we all love your Daddy, Kid.”

Everybody loved Daddy. Well, everybody except Mommy.

My nose burned when I breathed, because the whole room stank like sweaty feet. My face was steamy when I touched it, and my lace tights scratched when I kicked my legs to push along the wooden bench. I left a puddle when I moved.

I snuggled closer to the dark folds and softness of Aunt Bertie. She turned her black eyes down at me and sighed before pushing me away with her dimpled hand. “Too hot, Child. When this is done, I’ll hold you as long as you want.”

I slid back to my wet spot on the bench. The wood made a hard pillow when I leaned my head against it and closed my eyes. Wishes still worked for nine-year-old girls, didn’t they?

I thought and thought. If I wanted it enough, maybe I could shrink myself smaller. It was hard to be outside the courtroom, imagining what was going on inside. Behind the heavy doors, Mommy and Daddy probably shouted mean things at each other, like they used to at home. Both of them said they wanted me, if they had to fight until they were dead.

I watched Mommy’s lady friends go into the courtroom: Miss Roberta in her drapey dress with flowers, Miss Chantelle all in white against the black of her skin, and Miss Emilie in a red skirt and coat that tied at her waist in a pretty bow. They all went in and came out, and they always looked at me. Miss Roberta even left a red lipstick kiss on my cheek, but I don’t like her, so I rubbed it off.

Aunt Bertie took her turn inside the courtroom, leaving me to sit with a reporter. He watched me from behind thick black glasses, and he asked me all kinds of questions about Daddy and Mommy. I didn’t understand much. I knew Daddy was famous, at least in New Orleans, but I didn’t understand what the word “allegations” meant.

My daddy was Lee Cagney. People called him “The Virtuoso of Dixieland Jazz.” He played the upright bass, and when he sang, his voice made women act silly in the middle of Bourbon Street. They cried and screamed. Some of them even tore their clothes.

I understood why women loved Daddy. I adored him, too. But some grown women sure did act dumb.

None of the lawyers asked me who I wanted to be with.

The Judge said I was too little to understand, and Mommy agreed. But if they asked me, I would shout it all the way to Heaven: I wanted to be with Daddy.

When he sang Ragtime Lullaby, the sound of his voice put me to sleep. He always splashed in the fountain with me in front of the Cathedral and gave me pennies to throw in the water. Thursday afternoons before his gigs, he sat with me at Cafe du Monde, sharing beignets with as much powdered sugar as I wanted. He didn’t even mind my sticky fingers when he held my hand. He wasn’t always there when I had nightmares, but he came to see me first thing in the morning.

People around me whispered about Daddy’s “adulterous proclivities.” I didn’t understand what that meant, but it had something to do with his loving other women besides Mommy. No matter what they said, Daddy didn’t do anything wrong. When he wasn’t playing music, he was always with me.

Wasn’t he?

A skinny reporter held the courtroom door open. “The Judge’s ruling.” He whispered, but his voice was loud enough for everyone waiting to hear. He kept the door open, and I saw my chance.

I struggled through all the legs to the door. Mommy’s red lips curled in a smile as the Judge addressed Daddy. The Judge’s face was loose, like the bulldog that lived in the house around the corner, and his voice boomed in my chest. When he stood and leaned over his desk, his hairy hands gripped the gavel.

“In the case of Cagney v. Cagney, I am charged with finding the best outcome for a little girl. For rendering a verdict that will shape the whole of her life. The welfare of the child is paramount, regardless of how it will impact the adults involved.”

The Judge stopped and cleared his throat. I held my breath when his baggy eyes fell on me. I counted ten heartbeats before he talked again. “Mr Cagney, I simply cannot ignore the fact that you had carnal relations with your then-wife’s lady friends repeatedly, both under your shared roof and in broad daylight. The photographic evidence coupled with the testimonies of these poor women damns you, regardless of your expressed love for your daughter. From everything I’ve seen and heard in this courtroom, the evidence does not support your claim that you were set up. Justice demands that your nine-year-old daughter be delivered into the arms of the person who has demonstrated that she has the capability to be a responsible parent.”

He looked around the room and sat up straight in his chair. “I am granting sole custody of Emmaline Cagney to her mother, Nadine Cagney, and I hereby approve her request to block Lee Cagney from any and all contact with his daughter until she reaches the age of eighteen. Mr Cagney, should you violate this directive, you will be found in contempt of this court, an offense that may be punishable by imprisonment of up to 120 days and a fine of no more than $500 per occurrence. This court is adjourned.”

He pounded a wooden stick on his desk, and everyone swarmed like bees. Daddy stood up and shook his fist. He shouted at the Judge over all the other noise. “Lies! Set out to ruin my reputation—my memory—in the eyes of my daughter! I’ll appeal, if I have to spend every dime of my money. I’ll—”

The Judge banged his stick again, lots of times, while my eyes met Daddy’s. I ran from the doorway. The room was like the obstacle course on the playground, only with people who reached for me while the Judge boomed, “Order! Order! I will have order in my court!”

Daddy’s lawyer held him and whispered something in his ear. It was my chance. I ran toward Daddy and his crying blue eyes. They matched mine, because I was crying, too.

Daddy elbowed his lawyer into the railing and reached out his hand. “Come to me, Baby.”

I kicked at pants legs and stomped on shiny shoes. At the front, I stuck my hand through the bars and stretched as far as I could. My fingers almost reached his when my head jerked like I was snagged at the end of a fishing pole.

Mommy had the ties at the back of my white pinafore. Her glossy red lips fake-smiled. “I’m taking Emmaline now, Lee. Good luck to you.”

She squeezed my hand. Her red fingernails dug into my skin.

“Ow, Mommy. You’re hurting me.”

Her high heels clack-clack-clacked as she dragged me through the chairs and down the aisle toward the waiting room. I planted my heels and tried to get one last look, my mind taking a picture of Daddy. Before we got through the door, I saw his shoulders shake. Three policemen held him back and kept him from following me. The world was blurry like the time I swam to the bottom of a pool and opened my eyes underwater.

Mommy picked me up and cradled me in her arms. Her blood-tipped fingers stroked my hair, but her lips whispered a different story, one the crowd couldn’t hear. “Stop crying, Emmaline. You know this is for the best.” She shifted me to the ground and adjusted the wide sash of her floor-length dress. Its sleeves fanned out as she pushed the bar on the door. I wished she’d take off and fly away.

Summer heat turned my tears to steam, and my eyes ached. Mommy struggled to pull me along through the reporters that blocked the path to the car. They shouted questions, but I didn’t hear them. All I heard were Daddy’s words. “Come to me, Baby.”

Mommy smiled and pressed our bodies through the people. She kept her gaze glued on the car.

Aunt Bertie waited behind the wheel of Mommy’s fancy red Cadillac Eldorado. Mommy always said the whole name with a funny accent. The engine was running. “There’s Bertie. In you go, Emmaline. I’m ready to be done with this madness.”

My legs squeaked across the hot back seat. Mommy ran her fingers under my eyes to wipe away my tears, but they kept coming. “Please. You’re upsetting my daughter.” She shouted over her shoulder.

The door slammed, and it was like a clock stopped. Like I would never be older than that moment. Everything would always be “Before Daddy” and “After Daddy.”

His face appeared in the slice of back window. I put down the glass, trying to slip through, but Mommy ran around the car. She screamed and hit him, over and over. “You stay away from her, Lee! You heard what the Judge said!”

Her black hair fell out of its bun as she pounded him with her fists. He tried to move away from her. Toward me. He reached his hand through the window and touched my face. His mouth opened to speak to me, but a policeman came up behind him and dragged him away from the car.

“I’ll write you, Emmaline! Every day. I promise,” he shouted. “I’ll prove these things aren’t true! I’ll give up everything to be with you!” The policeman pushed him through the courthouse door, and he was gone.

“I’ll write you, too, Daddy.” I whispered it, soft so nobody but God or my guardian angel could hear. “Somehow, I’ll make us be together again.”

 

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About the Author

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Hey. I’m Andra Watkins. I’m a native of Tennessee, but I’m lucky to call Charleston, South Carolina, home for 23 years. I’m the author of ‘To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis’, coming March 1, 2014. It’s a mishmash of historical fiction, paranormal fiction and suspense that follows Meriwether Lewis (of Lewis & Clark fame) after his mysterious death on the Natchez Trace in 1809.

I like:

hiking
eating (A lot; Italian food is my favorite.)
traveling (I never met a destination I didn’t like.)
reading (My favorite book is The Count of Monte Cristo.)
coffee (the caffeinated version) and COFFEE (sex)
performing (theater, singing, public speaking, playing piano)
time with my friends
Sirius XM Chill
yoga (No, I can’t stand on my head.)
writing in bed
candlelight

I don’t like:

getting up in the morning
cilantro (It is the devil weed.)
surprises (For me or for anyone else.)
house cleaning
cooking

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Natchez Trace Walk

The Natchez Trace is a 10,000-year-old road that runs from Natchez, Mississippi to Nashville, Tennessee. Thousands of years ago, animals used its natural ridge line as a migratory route from points in the Ohio River Valley to the salt licks in Mississippi. It was logical for the first Native Americans to settle along the Trace to follow part of their migrating food supply. When the Kaintucks settled west of the Appalachians, they had to sell their goods at ports in New Orleans or Natchez, but before steam power, they had to walk home. The Trace became one of the busiest roads in North America.

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To launch To Live Forever: An Afterlife Journey of Meriwether Lewis, I am the first living person to walk the 444-mile Natchez Trace as the pioneers did since the rise of steam power in the 1820′s. From March 1, 2014 to April 3, 2014, I walked fifteen miles a day. Six days a week. One rest day per week. I spent each night in the modern-day equivalent of stands, places much like Grinder’s Stand, where Meriwether Lewis died from two gunshot wounds on October 11, 1809.

Book Promotion: Benny Gal by Benny Gal

Today’s book promotion comes from Benny Gal and his book called Benny Gal. If you like coaching, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

 

Book:Benny Gal
Author: Benny Gal
Genre:
coaching

Publisher: Benny Gal
Format: Hardback
Release Date:
4/27/2014

Summary:
The Secret of Jewish Coaching” is an original model of Jewish coaching, which is based on Kabbalah and ancient Jewish wisdom. Yet, this method is not just for observant Jews.

 

I want to thank Benny Gal for allowing me to promote his book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read Benny Gal!

 

Blog Tour and Giveaway: The Blood and Guitars Series by Heather Jensen

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Title: Fangs And Fame
Series: Blood And Guitars, #3
Author: Heather Jensen
Audience: New Adult/Adult
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy
Formats: E-book and Paperback
Publisher: Heather Jensen
Cover by: Indie Designz
Pages: 350 pages
Date Published: August 25, 2014

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Trey and Aurora have hit the road with Catalyst for the Until Sanity Tour. For Trey, adjusting to life as a vampire while getting on stage in front of screaming fans every night proves difficult. The limelight forces him to do things he swore he wouldn’t, like feeding from the occasional fan. Keeping his secret from the band is harder than Trey expected, and the dull ache of hunger is always with him. Aurora tries to help Trey adjust while attempting to further her career from the road. She continues to paint, determined not to lose herself in the media maelstrom that comes with being married to Trey Decker.

But strange vampires are popping up at concerts, and the newlyweds realize they may be in over their heads. They owe a powerful vampire a favor, and he’s come to collect. But the price is too high, and Trey’s band mates are at risk of becoming collateral damage. Will Trey and Aurora be able to thwart the forces working against them and ensure that everyone they love is still around to share in their success in the end?

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(Trey’s Point of View)

I hadn’t been on stage for all of five minutes when I felt the little buzz of power vibrating in the back of my skull. I was careful not to let it throw me off my game as I casually searched the crowd for the source. My first thought was that my vampire stalker was back, but she hadn’t generated a power buzz like this one. Aurora was backstage tonight – not like I’d mistake her power signature for anyone else’s – but it was clear that at least one vampire was standing in the crowd. When the song we were playing ended, I took my guitar off and walked back to the stand Chase and his drums were perched on. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a big drink, just to give myself some time to think. O’Shea started telling the crowd a story – leave it to him to fill in the silence – and I turned back around to scan for potential vamps again while he spoke. It took a moment, but I spotted him. He was sitting in the third row from the front, off to the left. He was even wearing a black suit, kind of like the ones the Emissary wear, but I couldn’t tell whether it had their emblem embroidered on the breast pocket or not. I met his gaze and held it, letting him know that I’d found him. He stared right at me in that way that vamps do when you just know they’re trying to read your soul, one wispy layer at a time.

He wasn’t just here for the show. That much was obvious. If he was Emissary, what on earth was he doing at a Catalyst concert? Certainly the Emissary had more important things to do than check up on Aurora and I, like tracking down Malena, for one. And if he wasn’t Emissary, well, that was even more confusing. I wished Aurora were sitting there in the front row. At least that way I would know she was trying to decipher the same questions I was. At least that way I would know she was safe. Instead, she was enjoying the show on a screen from the backstage lounge tonight, while simultaneously snapping pictures of several paintings to upload to her website so she could ship them back to The Waking Moon.

Then I realized there were two of them.

The second one was dressed like the first and was sitting in the lowest section off the floor to my left. He met my gaze as well, and I had to force myself to look away so the camera wouldn’t catch my stare-down on the big screens. O’Shea’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I heard him asking the crowd if it was okay if we slowed things down for a minute. The cheering that resulted was my cue to at least try and forget about the vamp in the crowd.

Like that was going to happen.

I set my water bottle down by my mic stand and leaned into the mic. “Let me see those cell phones in the air,” I said as the guys starting playing the intro to “Sweet Disguise.” I strapped my guitar back on and waved one hand back and forth to direct the crowd until the verse began. As I sang, I scanned the crowd again for the mystery vamps but they were both gone. I tried not to worry about it, not to wonder where they had gone and why they’d left in such a hurry, but it was easier said than done. I couldn’t for the life of me imagine why they were here. Even if I’d wanted to warn Aurora, I wasn’t capable of sifting through all the thought trails in the building to find hers. I’d tried on several occasions, but I could never quite manage to hone in on her specifically through all the energized, almost frantic thoughts, coming my way – more than half of which were about me.

The rest of the set seemed especially long after that, which made me feel like crap. The crowd was really into us, and I did my best not to be distracted. I’m even pretty sure it worked, but I was more than relieved when we finished the last song before the encore. I made my way to the dressing room at last. Aurora was sitting at her laptop, and jumped up when we all came into the room.

“I’m ready, I swear,” she said, hurrying over to the makeup chair as Chase plopped down in it for his zombie makeover.

I changed into my tattered suit, suddenly feeling more than a little ridiculous about the paranoia that had rattled my brain throughout the show.

Aurora was here. She was fine. In fact, everything seemed fine.

I started to wonder if I’d seen the vampires in the crowd at all. It didn’t make sense, anyway. Why would a vampire make an appearance in the crowd just to completely vanish moments later? Maybe I really had imagined the whole thing. Maybe I was in worse shape than I realized. I made a mental note to down some blood from the stash first thing after we finished here. I couldn’t help but scan the crowd again for the vamps when I took the stage as a zombie for the encore. No buzzing power, and no Emissary-looking mystery vamps. I was mostly relieved, and I focused on giving the fans the best zombie performance I knew how to give. Aurora was waiting for me in the lounge and we headed for the bus together. It wasn’t until we were about to climb the bus’s steps that we both felt it at the same time.

A power signature.

Aurora froze, her foot hovering just above the bottom step. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “We have a visitor.”

 

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Book # or Vol #  1           

Pages: 358 pages    

ISBN-10: 1463511884 and ISBN-13: 978-1463511883

ASIN: B00529IDZS

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When Aurora meets Trey, a famous singer and musician, she’s only hoping to get her fill of human blood for the week. The last thing Aurora expects is for Trey to make her feel alive for the first time since she was, well, alive. It begins with a casual painting lesson at her art studio, The Waking Moon, and quickly turns into a forbidden romance. Aurora is forced to hide her true identity from Trey, while keeping her relationship with the human a secret from other vampires in her Brood.

 

Trey’s band is recording a new album and with Aurora as his muse, Trey is writing songs like never before. After being hired by their record label to paint the cover of the new album, Aurora has a legitimate reason for spending so much time with Trey and his band mates. Aurora can’t deny the unexpected connection she has with Trey, which is fueled by glimpses into his emotions every time they share a kiss. Caught between two worlds, Aurora must attend celebrity award shows and vampire rituals, find time to feed, and protect Trey from the dangers of the night, all while preserving her secrets.

 

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Book # or Vol #  2      

Pages: 264 estimated      

ASIN: B0086GMMAQ

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Catalyst frontman Trey is no stranger to chaos, but even the life of a rock star couldn’t prepare him for the consequences of loving a vampire. Trey’s life is in danger; threatened by the very group he must join to stay alive. His struggle to continue his career and release a new album with the band is marred by events that force him to ask a powerful Synod Elder for help.

Aurora has to keep Trey alive until she can make him a vampire, but her own kind will stop at nothing to prevent it. The head of the Emissary is having her followed, and if she can’t figure out who is behind the violent attacks, Trey might not make it to the full moon. As Aurora battles her own kind, she’s also plagued by the risk she’s taking by changing Trey. Will her moon-given power be enough to carry Trey through the change, or will he be left floating in the wake of destruction?

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Full name: Aurora Evins

Species: Vampire

Age: 23, but technically I haven’t aged since I became a vampire at 19.

Nationality: My father was Caucasian and my mother was Egyptian.

City or town of birth: Chicago, Illinois

Currently lives: Clearwater, Florida

Height: 5’8’

Weight: 115

Hair color: Black

Hairstyle: I wear it long and straight, or in big waves

Eye color: Green (Trey says they are the color of old-fashioned 7-Up Bottles.)

Personality: I’m a bit of a recluse. It just comes with the vampire territory. Maybe it’s partly because I’m an artist. I’m an observer. I’ve always been more into watching things unfold around me than jumping right into the middle of them. My OCD kicks in when I’m at work, whether it’s organizing my paints, mixing up a fresh batch of varnish, or arranging the way my work is displayed on the walls at my gallery. I don’t have a lot of friends, but being with Trey has taught me to open up a little. I’ve adopted the rest of the guys in the band as brothers They’re sort of stuck with me now whether they want me or not.

Likes: I love rain, which is convenient when you live in Florida. I also love Root beer (there’s just something nostalgic about it.) I love painting, and not just because my livelihood depends on it. Painting is therapeutic. I also apparently have a thing for guys who play guitar.

Dislikes: Alcohol. Not just because it tastes awful to my vampire taste buds, but because my parents and brother were killed by someone who was driving drunk.

Fears/phobias: I have a fear of death. I know most people probably do, but I think being immortal was the biggest thing that attracted me to being a vampire. There’s just something about the idea of not existing on this earth anymore that totally freaks me out.

Favorite color: Red.

Hobbies: Painting, hanging out at the local vampire hot spot called Club Sanguin, giving my best friend Mark a hard time, and more recently, sketching Trey while he works in the recording studio and beating all of the guys in the band at Guitar Hero.

Taste in music: Anything Trey sings. Lol. But seriously, I have eclectic tastes. I have a soft spot for pop rock and alternative music, though.

Talents/skills: Let’s talk vampire skills, since that’s more interesting. My moon-given talent is to be able to block my thoughts from the prying minds of other vampires. I’m able to ask for other abilities at each new full-moon cycle, but this is the one skill I have with me any time the moon is out. I’m also super fast, strong, and a bit on the sarcastic side.

Current job title and description: I’m the owner of an art studio/gallery called The Waking Moon. I named it after one of the names for the full moon in April because that’s the month I was made a vampire.

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Full name: Trey Decker

Age: 22

City or town of birth: I was born in Clearwater Florida, and I still live there today.

Height: 6’ 0”

Figure/build: Slim, Athletic

Hair color: Dark Brown

Eye color: Light Blue

Tattoos: I have a tattoo of the band’s name and logo, Catalyst, on my chest on the right side.

Personality: I’m a hopeless romantic. I don’t fall easily, but when I have someone that I love, I want to spoil them and give them my heart completely. Living like that opens you up to getting hurt, but the rewards are worth the risk. I like to think I’m spontaneous. I’m pretty laid back and easy going, except for when it comes to my music and the band. I feel responsible for every note and every word I write in a song. I’m a bit of a control freak in that sense, so I like to be involved in the details in as much of the creative process as I can, from the moment we start writing new songs for a record, right down to designing the stage we use.

Likes: I like dogs. Cats make me sneeze. (Sorry cat lovers.) I like the ocean. I used to spend a lot of time surfing, but the band takes up most of my spare time these days. I like writing songs and being on stage. There’s just something about being able to tell a story with my guitar and my voice. I’m completely addicted to every aspect of my job. I’m the luckiest guy in the world that way. I love Legos. I’m like a 10-year-old. I even have a working guitar a fan made me out of Legos. It’s the coolest thing ever.

Dislikes: Fake people. Tabloids. Paparazzi that hide in my bushes in my front yard. (You know who you are.)

Fears/phobias: I used to worry that I was never going to find someone who could deal with my crazy life and my career choice. Aurora has changed all that for me…. Oh, Spiders! I don’t do spiders. They are pure evil.

Favorite color: Old-fashioned 7-Up bottle Green. ;)

Hobbies: Music, pretending that I know how to paint with Aurora, playing with my miniature pinscher Cowboy, hanging out with my bandmates.

Taste in music: I play rock, so I tend to listen to rock. I’m a big fan of Mayday Parade, Paramore, Jimmy Eat World, The All-American Rejects, and a bunch of other bands like that. I also love some of the classic bands like Kansas, The Eagles, and Lynyrd Skynyrd. My iPod has a weird combination of bands on it.

 

Favorite food(s): I love pizza and pasta. And Chinese takeout.

Disliked food: Sushi. I just don’t get it. I really don’t.

House/home: My house is huge. Too big, really. I went a little overboard when I was house shopping. Aurora calls it the mansion. I wish I could say that is an exaggeration. The pool is the best part, though. I did it all for the pool.

Current job title and description: Leader singer and rhythm guitarist in Catalyst.

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These are just a few of the songs that I used to set the tone while writing scenes in Fangs And Fame.

Good To You – Marianas Trench feat. Kate Voegele

Whispering – Alex Clare

Back To Me – The All-American Rejects

My Hero – Foo Fighters

Without The Bitter The Sweet Isn’t As Sweet – Mayday Parade

A Drop In The Ocean – Ron Pope

All About Us – He Is We, Owl City

Playing The Blame Game – You Me At Six

The Last Song Ever – Secondhand Serenade

The Best Of Me – The Starting Line

The Memory – Mayday Parade

Black Ink Revenge – Automatic Loveletter

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1 x $25 Amazon Card

1 X Signed Fangs And Fame Paperback

 

about the author

imageI write fantasy for teens and adults. I’ve been creating stories for as long as I can remember. I’m also an avid reader, and I blame Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and her book “In The Forests Of The Night” for my vampire obsession. I absolutely love vampires and anything paranormal, but I enjoy fantasy of all kinds.

 I’m addicted to Oreos and Raspberry Dr. Pepper from Swig. When I’m not writing I enjoy traveling, playing board and card games, killing zombies on the Xbox with my hubby, and spending time with friends and family.

 Music has always been a passion of mine. I’ve been playing drums since I was 12. I also love playing guitar, singing, and going to concerts.

 My favorite color is green, and the uglier the shade the better. I get bored of my hairstyle easily which has resulted in me having many looks in the last ten years.

 I live in Southern Utah with my husband and son. I’m currently preparing for the release of the third installment in the Blood And Guitar series, Fangs And Fame, which will be out August 25, 2014.

 

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Tour Schedule – The Blood and Guitars Series by Heather Jensen from Aug 28 to Sep 11, 2014

Aug 28

Rusty’s Reading – Promo & Playlist

Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog – Promo

Coffee Book & Art – Promo, Guest Post, Playlist & Book Soundtrack

Once Upon a Coffin – Promo & Review All Books

Diane’s Book Blog – Character Interview

Aug 29

G the Book Diva Blog – Promo

Eclipse Reviews – Promo, Author Interview, Playlist, Dream Cast, Character Bio’s & Book Soundtrack

Aug 30

Book Nook Nuts- Promo, Playlist, Dream Cast & Character Bio’s

A Little Bit of R&R – Promo, Guest Post, Top Ten & Character Bio’s

Book Hostage – Promo

Aug 31

For The Love Of Books – Promo, Playlist, Book Soundtrack & Character Bio’s

Portals to New Worlds – Promo, Top Ten, Playlist, Dream Cast, Character Bio’s & Book Soundtrack

Sep 1

My Paranormal Book Review – Promo

Darkest Cravings – Promo, Character Interview, Playlist, Dream Cast, Character Bio’s & Book Soundtrack

Sep 2

Sassy Southern Book Blog – Promo & Review All Books

iHeart Books by MiLo18 – Promo

Sweet Treat Reading Reviews – Promo & Dream Cast

Sep 3

Breny’s Book Obsession – Promo & Dream Cast

Books, Brownies and Barkers – Review All Books & Dream Cast

Sep 4

Patricia D. Eddy – Promo

Indy Book Fairy – Promo

Love N. Books – Review All Books, Playlist & Book Soundtrack

Sep 5

Deal Sharing Aunt – Promo

The Avid Reader – Promo, Dream Cast, Character Bio’s & Book Soundtrack, Playlist

Sep 8

Pretty Girls Read Books – Promo

Paranormal Book Club (PBC) – Promo

Sep 9

Accepted Wisdom – Promo

Cajun Book Lover – Promo

Sep 10

Crazy Beautiful Reviews – Promo

Our New Generation for Reading – Promo

Sep 11

Dalene’s Book Reviews – Promo, Review All Books, Playlist, Book Soundtrack & Character Bio’s

The Phantom Paragrapher – Review Book 1 – Blood And Guitars

Book Promotion: A Champion’s Duty by Lavinia Collins

Today’s book promotion comes from Lavinia Collins and her book called A Champion’s Duty. If you like Historical Romances, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

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Book: A Champion’s Duty
Author: Lavinia Collins
Genre:
Historical, Romance, Arthurian

Publisher: Not So Noble Books
Format:
ebook
Release Date:
3/30/2014

Summary:

“The second stunning title in this fabulous, ground-breaking retelling of an epic story

 

Feeling increasing trapped in Camelot, Guinevere finds solace in Lancelot and their illicit affair blossoms. But gossip grows in Arthur’s court and only by accepting the quest for the Holy Grail can Lancelot place himself above suspicion. But in his absence will Guinevere survive the increasing danger she finds herself in from all around her, and will Arthur’s love be enough to save her from harm? “

The Author:

Lavinia Collins’s Website: Here
Lavinia Collins’s Twitter: Here
Lavinia Collins’s Facebook: Here

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I want to thank Lavinia Collins for allowing me to promote her book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read A Champion’s Duty!

Promo and Giveaway: Minx Juliette by Franny Armstrong

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Shot and nearly drowned, psychic Sergeant Julie Dennison is saved by a handsome rebel leader who’s searching for his kidnapped son.

When Sergeant Julie Dennison is shot and nearly drowned, she’s saved by a handsome Latino stranger who can’t wait to get rid of her. Wolf is a leader of a group of rebels, working together to take down crooked cops in Mexico. He searches for his kidnapped son, and the man who killed his wife. The problem is that he doesn’t want to give his heart away, and Julie refuses to fall in love. Together they conquer the rainforest on a search for the Toxic Tango Troop, and Julie’s twin sister, Jinn.

 

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Excerpt

Heat burned along Julie’s side, and a hard lump pressed into her hip. One of her lovers, she couldn’t remember who, must have fallen asleep after they’d had sex. That was one rule she refused to allow to be broken. At ten years old, she’d been separated from her family. She’d promised herself never to become attached to anyone, to protect her heart.
It hurt to stretch, but she wanted to, like a cat. As she opened her eyes to find darkness, Julie wondered where she was. Her bed-partner breathed deeply, and evenly on her neck, sending delicious shivers up her spine. His arm rested on her waist. When she moved, pain radiated from her chest, and reality came crashing back.
Jinn?
Julie, I…
The man beside her moved, lifting his head. He pressed his palm on her forehead, and sighed.
“Still have the fever. Damn.”
“Lope?”
“Yes. Stay put. I’ll get you something to drink. We have to cool you down, and get you well enough to move out of here.”
“You seem to be in a real hurry to get rid of me.”
“You are a danger to us all.”
“Who?”
His expression shuttered suddenly, as though he’d given something away. “I’ll be right back.”
He lit some candles and left the bed, barely able to stand erect due to the low ceiling. Julie estimated he stood well over six-feet tall when not ducking, and his shoulders took up much of the space in the small room. His narrow, muscular waist drew her gaze, as did the bulge in his denims that pressed against her while he lay beside her. She bit back a grin when he adjusted his jeans and turned to leave. From the look on his face, he didn’t appear to be thrilled with her effect on him.
A few moments later he came back, carrying a tray laden with a drink of juice, a bowl of stew, and some bread. He avoided her eyes and focused on feeding her, staring at her lips as they accepted the spoon. When he frowned, she smirked.
“What’s so funny?”
“If I weren’t weak as a kitten, I imagine you’d have other things on your mind than feeding me.”
Startled, he looked at her this time. “Eat your food,” he said, growling.
Julie gave a low, throaty laugh, and took another mouthful. His hand shook a bit, and he spilled some of the gravy on her chest. This time, she said, “Would you care to lick it off?”
To her surprise, Lope leapt to his feet, banging his head on the ceiling. She snickered and then bit her lip to stop it.
“What’s wrong?” she asked with an innocent look on her face.
“You obviously can feed yourself.” He turned and climbed the stairs, leaving her.
Hey, nice ass.
Lope stopped in his tracks, his back to her. Her chest hurt like crazy, yet she laughed aloud. He heard my thoughts. She watched as he disappeared upstairs. Once he’d slammed the trap door shut, she lay down and closed her eyes, exhausted, the dinner forgotten.

About the Author

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Franny Armstrong has written creatively since she was a child. Her mother always told her to write down her feelings and she did. When she was ten, she started writing and acting out plays in her garage for the neighborhood kids.

When she became ill in her forties, she used her writing skills to create stories that took her away. Living in the country with her husband and mother, three dogs, and two cats, she loves the silence when working on her books, when she can get it. With three full grown children and four grandchildren, she has a full life. Previously, Franny had ten published paranormal romance books, but took them off the market when the contracts ran out to fine-tune her career as an author. She hopes to find new homes for them.

Writing is her life now. Her main goal is to be a #1 Best Selling author and tour with book signings.

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Happy 5th Birthday Breathless Press!!

 

In August, Breathless Press is turning 5!  To celebrate we are releasing a limited edition Hardcover collection of our special birthday Wonderland Tales and to make sure that you’re able to indulge in a little birthday fun, we are also having a month long 50% off sale across our site (www.breathlesspress.com).
Wonderland Tales HC Buy Link

http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=22&products_id=614

Finally, 3 lucky winners could win prizes in our birthday giveaway through Rafflecopter!


5th Birthday Rafflecopter Giveaway

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1st Prize: 1 x Limited Edition Hardcover copy of our birthda Wonderland Tales, a $20 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC.

2nd Prize: Paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $10 Amazon GC and a $5 Breathless Press GC

3rd Prize: A paperback print edition of our birthday Wonderland Tales, a $5 Amazon GC and a $3 Breathless Press GC

Book Promotion: The Warrior Queen by Lavinia Collins

Today’s book promotion comes from Lavinia Collins and her book called The Warrior Queen. If you like Historical Romances, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

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Book: The Warrior Queen
Author: Lavinia Collins
Genre:
Historical, Romance, Arthurian

 

Publisher: Not So Noble Books
Format:
ebook
Release Date:
3/30/2014

 

Summary:

“The Warrior Queen’ is the first instalment of ‘The Guinevere Trilogy’, a new series of eBooks that reimagines the famous story of Queen Guinevere for a modern audience.

When her people’s army is destroyed in the war with King Arthur, Guinevere is horrified to discover that her conqueror has demanded to have her as his bride. She arrives at Camelot angry and resentful, but quickly finds that the king who defeated her people in battle is not the brute she expected. Slowly, she gains a fragile happiness in her new home, but this is threatened when war comes again. When her life is saved on the battlefield by a mysterious French knight, Guinevere finds herself caught between desire and duty, the longing for happiness in the new life she has, and her desire to be free and follow her heart.

 

This original re-imagining of a much-loved legend gives readers a new Guinevere; passionate, headstrong and fiercely independent. An immersive adventure through Arthurian legend, steeped in magic, passion and intrigue, this book won’t disappoint, ‘The Warrior Queen’ retells the classic narrative through the eyes of a queen determined to escape the bounds her society has placed on her, determined not to be ruled by the men who surround her, and determined to be master of her own destiny.”

 

 

The Author:

Lavinia Collins’s Website: Here
Lavinia Collins’s Twitter: Here
Lavinia Collins’s Facebook: Here

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Q & A:

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 I want to thank Lavinia Collins for allowing me to promote her book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read The Warrior Queen!

Book Promotion: Tracks by Niv Kaplan

Today’s book promotion comes from Niv Kaplan and his book called Tracks. If you like Mystery Thrillers, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

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Book:Tracks
Author: Niv Kaplan
Genre:
Mystery, Thriller

Publisher: Niv Kaplan
Format: ebook
Release Date:
4/28/2014

Summary:
A MAN’S LIFE TURNS TO TRACKING…
In a thrilling manhunt, a grieving father is tracking any clues, any traces of his kidnapped child while forming an international organization that tracks other missing children.
The suspense never ceases as the flesh trade, divorce disputes, and child slavery are all being probed by Sam Baker and his team across the globe. The mystery builds as deep in the Sinai Desert, amongst immortal granite cliffs and The Gulf’s breathtaking shades, there lays Sam’s greatest fears. Hate, corruption, and greed threaten his organization and he turns to a secret outfit for help. Then a horrible scheme to use children to spread terror is revealed and the tracks lead to an inevitably lethal confrontation with a merciless terrorist group.
This is a tale of modern terrorism, international intrigue, diplomacy, and sacrifice, all in hopes of finding one small boy.
Will Sam find his son?
“TRACKS”, Niv Kaplan’s second novel, is a riveting adventure of people who risk everything to track and liberate missing children.

 

I want to thank Niv Kaplan for allowing me to promote his book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read Tracks!

 

Blog Tour and Giveaway: My Missing Puzzle Piece by Kristin Hoepfl

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Title: My Missing Puzzle Piece

Series: A Creekside Falls Novel # 1

Author: Kristin Hoepfl

Audience: Adult

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Formats: E-book and paperback

Publisher: Kristin Hoepfl

Cover by: Got It Covered Book Designs

Editor: Staci Cranor

Pages: 295 pages

ISBN: 978-1497477292

ASIN: B00LQZM7XQ

Date Published: 11 July, 2014

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Sometimes making the wrong move ends up being the right one.

For Elle Davis, love seems like something that happens to other women. So when her heart flutters upon meeting Trevor Cavanaugh, she is surprised by the momentary glimmer of hope she feels—and appalled moments later by her inexplicably rude response to him.

Before Elle, Trevor has never had trouble with women. But she is a mystery, and now he can’t stop thinking about her. He’s mostly convinced himself it’s just because he needs her expertise to find out who’s sabotaging his business, but there’s more to it than that…

Does love really conquer all in the end?

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Elle blushed and said, “Oh, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?”

Trevor looked down at her and said, “It’s okay and I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” She looked at her arm and noticed his hand there keeping her upright. He noticed at the same moment.

He removed his hand from her arm and stuck it out and said, “I’m Trevor Cavanaugh by the way.”

“I’m Elle Davis, nice to meet you.” Elle said as she shook hands with him.

“Nice to meet you too.” He paused for a second as if he was thinking, “Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar,” Trevor said looking like he was trying to remember how he knew her.

“I don’t think we’ve met before but you do look familiar to me too.” Elle said, racking her brain to figure out how she knew him, but knowing there was no way to forget

a man like Trevor Cavanaugh.

“What are you doing?” Trevor asked dumbfounded as he stared at a half-naked Elle standing before him.

“Surprising you, I thought you could use a break from all your hard work.”

Trevor closed the thick wooden slated blinds and rounded his desk. When he met Elle he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her in close. He slammed his mouth down on hers; in a mating of desire and need. He wanted to do this slowly but Elle was leading the

kiss and taking it to the level of fast and furious. He loved this woman; she knew how to pull one hell of a surprise!

Elle pulled back from the kiss with heavy eyes and dilated pupils, “I think you’re wearing too many clothes.”

She unwrapped herself from his arms and went over to his desk and sat on the edge.

giveaway

  1 x Signed Paperback of My Missing Puzzle Piece – USA Only

 

about the author

Kristin Hoepfl holds a BA in psychology for business and currently lives just outside of Philadelphia. Her love for reading blossomed into a desire to write her own stories, beginning with her debut romance novel My Missing Puzzle Piece. She enjoys interacting with her readers through e-mail, so send your comments and questions to her at author.khoepfl@gmail.com and keep up with her current writing projects at http://www.KristinHoepfl.com.

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Tour Schedule – One Week Blog Tour for My Missing Puzzle Piece, A Creekside Falls Novel # 1 by Kristin Hoepfl from Aug 18 to 24, 2014.
Aug 18
Coffee Books & Art – Promo & Guest Post
G The Book Diva Blog – Promo
Bound 2 Escape – Promo
Aug 19
Sassy Southern Book Blog – Promo & Review
Deal Sharing Aunt – Promo
Aug 20
For The Love Of Books – Promo & Review
A One-click Addict’s Book Blog – Review
Breny’s Book Obsession – Promo & Review
Sinful Reviews – Promo
Aug 21
AKA the Book Harlots Review – Promo
Our New Generation for Reading – Promo
Aug 22
Cajun Book Lover – Promo
Eclipse Reviews – Promo & Author Interview
Aug 23
Clarissa Wild’s Blog – Promo
Portals to New Worlds – Promo & Author Interview
Aug 24
Book Hostage – Promo
Darkest Cravings – Promo & Top Ten

Book Promotion: 101 Healthy Vegan Desserts by Daniel Nadav

Today’s book promotion comes from Daniel Nadav and his book called 101 Healthy Vegan Desserts. If you like Cookbooks, take a look below. You might just find another book for your “to read” pile!

 

Book: 101 Healthy Vegan Desserts
Author: Daniel Nadav
Genre: Cookbooks

 

Publisher: Daniel Nadav
Format:
ebook
Release Date:
4/25/2014

Summary:

“The most amazing collections of delicious vegan desserts for a healthy lifestyle

101 original, easy and delicious, healthy vegan recipes from all over the world (cakes, cookies and ice creams).

After the dizzying success of the two previous bestsellers, Daniel Nadav’s third cookbook is mainly for people who are crazy about desserts and, on the other hand, want to maintain a healthy and harmonious vegan diet.

Are you familliar with the claim that vegans do not have delicious desserts? Have you encountered the prejudiced belief that vegans have only dates as a dessert? I am personally very familiar with this prejudice, and the aim of this book is to show 101 original and easy ways to make dozens of wonderful, healthy, natural and nutritious desserts that will astonish your guests!

In 101 healthy vegan desserts you will find:

Chapter 1: 34 Vegan cake recipes

Chapter 2: 34 Vegan cookie recipes

Chapter 3: 35 Vegan home made ice creams

Three major advantages of this book:

1. An impressive collection of recipes that will help you maintain a healthy life and boost you and your family’s energy levels.

2. Extremely easy-to-prepare vegan recipes that are full of nutritional value.

3. Recipes that are based on products that can be consumed anywhere and that cost very little money.”

 

 

I want to thank Daniel Nadav for allowing me to promote his book on my blog. I hope this post has inspired you to go out and read 101 Healthy Vegan Desserts!