Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 1, 2018

A Hamilton Christmas by Sheila Kell Tour & Giveaway


Author: Sheila Kell
Title: A Hamilton Christmas
Series: HIS Series, book 9
Genre: Holiday Suspense
Release Date: November 13, 2018
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The Hamiltons return in a Christmas vacation they’ll never forget.

While some may try, no one ruins a Hamilton family Christmas.


From Romantic Suspense BEST-SELLING and AWARD-WINNING Author • What happens when a family comes together for Christmas but upon arrival, their vacation takes a deadly turn? In Sheila Kell’s novel of intrigue and the love of one family, three generations of Hamiltons work to solve a mystery that impacts one of their own.


A year has passed since the Hamiltons celebrated a holiday as one family. Blake Hamilton—the family patriarch—invited his growing family to a remote Colorado lodge for more reasons than enjoying Christmas. He should’ve known that with his sons and daughter, trouble would find them. The important news he has to share takes a back seat when one problem after another hits them.

At ten years old, Reagan Hamilton knows she’ll lead HIS when she’s old enough. In the meantime, she trains with her uncles because she wants to show everyone she will be a good agent. When she arrives at the lodge, a man catches her attention so she decides she has a mystery to solve that involves him. When a crime happens, she sneaks away while dragging her cousins to help their parents find the criminal trying to set up her cousin.

When the allegations are proved wrong, but a criminal is on the loose while the weather is working against them, can the Hamiltons protect their family, and the guests relying on them, before events are out of their control?
Showing Blake the sign with his name, Jason asked, “I thought this was just to hang somewhere. Why did you give me a room? I’m not even your real grandson.” His head dropped again.
Ah. The crux of the problem. “Look at me, Jason.” Once he had, he continued, “You are in every way, except by birth, my grandson, Jesse and Kate’s son, a cousin to so many, and a brother to a sister who adores you. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t of our blood. Your Uncle Matt knew your dad. He believes that your father would be happy with us as your new family. We’ll never ask you to forget them, we only ask that you embrace us as your second and final family.” He waited a heartbeat or two. “Do you remember how Kate spent time with you at the hospital?”
He nodded. “She was so great. I loved her right away. I’d wanted—” When he cut himself off, Blake had a feeling Jason’d just remembered when he’d told Kate that he’d like her to be his new mom.
“You wanted her to be your new mom, didn’t you? It’s okay to admit the truth. In fact, everyone should live by that rule.”
With a trembling lip, he nearly mumbled, “I did, but my mom had just died and it was wrong of me to want another one that quick. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I do now.”
“And why do you feel it now?”
“Everything’s changing. Everyone wants so much for me and I feel guilty because I’m not really a Hamilton.”
Inwardly sighing, he wondered if he could get into a teenage mind. “Did you know that Jake was my foster son?”
That brought Jason’s head up. “I just thought he was Aunt Em’s husband.”
Tightening his lips together, he slowly shook his head. “He is her husband, but I meant he came to us as a foster son when he was ten.” He didn’t need to explain all the crap Jake had gone through before he made it there. He needed to show the positive. “He lived with us for twelve years, including his college years. As far as I’m concerned, he’s my son. I love him just as much as my other kids. Like you, he’d felt he didn’t belong and couldn’t keep the things given to him. Long story short, we almost lost him because he didn’t feel he deserved to be part of our family since he wasn’t blood born with us. When trouble found him, he needed the family and we came together because there was no doubt in our minds he was family.”
“But I don’t deserve this.” He gestured toward the wood sign with “Jason” burnt onto it. “Mom and Dad have already given me lots of stuff, and I’m not even eighteen yet.”
Blake nearly shook his head. “Son, did you not learn anything from that story?” At blank eyes, he answered his own question. “Jake didn’t feel he was part of the family. Do you see him over there as part of the family? We brought him back. Don’t make us have to track you down, because we will. We never forget family—no matter how they came to us.”
Jason appeared to be mulling something over. When his grandson handed the plaque to him, he worried he’d blown it. “I don’t think I should take this.”
He had blown it. A knot worked its way up his throat making it difficult to speak. He couldn’t let Jason walk away from this family. He couldn’t suffer through it again. “Why?”
“Since I have no way to get here and no money to pay for the room, you should give it to someone else.”
“It’s not because you don’t feel part of the family?”
Jason slowly shook his head. “I was young, but I remember the family while searching for Uncle Jake. It made me think of how I’d be sad if we were separated.” He shrugged. “I want to be a Hamilton.”
Chancing it, Blake reached over and touched Jason’s shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “You already are. So much so, you deserve a room at this lodge when you want it.” He held up his hand to forestall an argument. “When you’re here, you don’t pay for a thing. That’s how family looks out for each other.”
A twinge of excitement crossed Jason’s feature, but he held too much defeat. “I still can’t get here.”
“Do you promise me—and this family—that you’ll be a true part of us like we see you?”
Jason sniffed and he couldn’t tell if more where on the way. Flinging himself at Blake, as best as they could in the chairs, he did start to cry. Blake held the lost teenager as he did his sons. Looking in the shadows, he nodded Jesse and Kate closer. From their position, they should’ve heard everything.
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Sheila Kell is an award-winning author who writes smokin’ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it, “nasty.” As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave women’s hearts pounding with a happily ever after built on a memorable, adrenaline-pumping story. When she isn’t writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect, or watching cartoons.


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Friday, January 12, 2018

Alisa's Review: A Stockingful Of Joy by Hannah Howell

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Kindle Edition, 320 pages
Published July 19th 2016 by Zebra 
(first published November 1st 1999)





Join award-winning author Hannah Howell as she gives readers a double dose of romance for the holidays with two feisty, flame-haired cousins, a dangerous cross country chase, and two rough and rugged men who find love with the irrepressible, impossible Kenney women….

A Heartful Of Wishes

Deidre Kenney made a deathbed promise to her father—shot in cold blood by two gunmen looking for land deeds he was hired to deliver to Paradise, Montana. Deidre and her cousin Maura vow to finish the dangerous job, each woman taking a different route West. What Deidre didn’t count on was a bodyguard—but that’s what she gets in Patrick Callahan. With his broad shoulders, steady gun, and a crooked grin that’s stirring secret desires—and one very special Christmas wish—Deidre knows the real danger ahead lies in the uncharted territory of her own heart.

A Handful Of Heaven

Maura Kenney hopes her cousin is having better luck making her way to Paradise. The tiny blue- eyed spitfire is too busy fending off drunken oafs and serious gunmen to have a lot of faith in her own success. But luck is on her side: his name is Mitch Callahan and he takes one look at lovely Maura and knows Christmas has come early. But convincing a prim-and-proper miss that a tough, tender-hearted rancher is the only man for her promises to be about as hard as keeping them both alive to share this very special Christmas together…




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Deidre and Maura are two very brave ladies setting out on this journey!
Those boys they meet up with know that they are getting to Paradise no matter what, they made a deathbed promise.
I do like how it really is one full story, but broken up into two stories then combined at the end.
I read this a few years ago, but I was happy to reread.

*I received this copy from Netgalley.com in exchange for an honest review




Friday, January 5, 2018

Mayhem Under The Mistletoe by Nina Auril and Abby Gale

Mayhem Under the Mistletoe by Nina Auril and Abby Gale

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What better way to celebrate Christmas than to cause a little Mayhem?

Mayhem Under the Mistletoe

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They say cats have 9 lives.
I have two.
Two homes.
Two owners.
Two different names.
With Hendrix, I am Beau.
The famous B.O.B.
With Ophelia, I am Austen.
The laidback friend she needs.
How can I choose between them?
Who says I have to?
With a little bit of mayhem and a push toward the mistletoe, I may just get these two together.

What better way to celebrate Christmas than to cause a little Mayhem?

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Abby Gale is an international author. She is an avid reader, former blogger, and a pharmacist. She writes whatever storyline sucks her in, but mostly her books will be erotica with some darkness in it.
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Saturday, December 30, 2017

Purrfect Santa by Jessie Lane and Chasity Bowlin

Title: Purrfect Santa: Howls Romance
Author: Jessie Lane & Chasity Bowlin
Genre: Paranormal Romance Novella
Release Date: December 12, 2017

A woman afraid to love …
Nikki knows what it is to lose those you love. With her focus on her orphaned sister, she hasn’t given herself the chance to process her own grief over the loss of their parents. Life is chaos and the last complication she needs is a mate.
A lion alone for too long …
Joe Miller knows chaos. Being orphaned as a child, he’s never had a family to call his own. Crashing with a friend for the holidays, he’s hoodwinked into playing Santa Claus at a local mall. The last thing on his mind is finding a mate.
A love worth the risk …
With her baby sister on her hip, sadness in her eyes, and a longing in her heart, Nikki waits in line with her sister to see Santa. From the moment he scents her, Joe is in deep. It’s going to take everything he has to convince Nikki the love outweighs the risk to her heart. Luckily for Joe, he has fate and Nikki’s adorable baby sister on his side. After all, who can say no to the Purrfect Santa at Christmas?
Chapter One

If one more kid tried to pull his beard, he was going to roar.

Joe looked at the small spawn of Satan currently sitting on his lap and held in the urge to growl. The kid was maybe five years old, had blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples galore. His first thought was she was adorable. Now, after she’d pulled on his Santa beard during the picture, he knew better. She was nothing but trouble. If he really were Santa, he would give her coal in her stocking and a letter advising her parents to put her in the naughty corner.

“Smile, Santa!”

The photographer’s words were more of a warning than a cue to get ready for the second picture. So Joe played his role, ho ho ho’d, and smiled for the camera while the brat on his lap asked him for a pony.

There had been a time when Joe hadn’t dreaded Christmas so much. Back when he was a kid and everything about Christmas had still seemed so magical. Not so much anymore. It sucked when you spent the holidays alone. To say he was a bit bitter about the holiday season was an understatement.

Which was part of the reason he couldn’t believe he was here at The Mall of the Smokies, being the damn Santa. How had he gotten wrangled into this position again?

His buddy Sam. Buddy. So much for never leaving a man behind, he thought. There he sat, covered from head to toe in red velvet that was none too fresh and none too clean, thanks to the boozy sweat of the previous wearer. Of course, he’d also had more than one kid with a leaky diaper on his lap that day.

And Sam, where was Sam? Nowhere to be seen.

Joe and Sam had served together in the Marine Corps, but once Sam had completed his term of service, he’d come back home to help run the family business, a lodge in the mountains of East Tennessee. Joe, having nowhere to go after getting out of the service himself, had taken Sam up on his offer to crash at the Bearadise Lodge.

There was just one catch. The Lodge was sponsoring Santa’s Workshop at the local outlet mall, and they were short one Santa. Apparently, the old Santa had been fired for drinking on the job.

Damn that Sam!

After only one day of being Santa, Joe could see why the previous hire had been driven to drink. These kids were hell on his nerves. Like the blonde brat who was once again pulling on his beard. He was just about to give her a little growl when she hopped off his lap and ran giggling to her mother, who gave him an unapologetic glance before dismissing him entirely.

This job would have been so much easier if he were in a shifter-run community. Then he could growl all he wanted. Instead, he was dealing with humans and had to keep his feline traits under wraps.

As the next kid, a little boy about the age of four, climbed on to his lap and proceeded to fart, Joe did his best not to cringe. Bullets and bad guys he could deal with. Snot-nosed kids were apparently his downfall. He’d only been at this for a day and he was thinking of telling Sam he could shove this Santa job where the sun didn’t shine. Joe didn’t even want to think about doing this until Christmas Eve. Three days away. Three long, miserable, endless days of bratty kids, droopy diapers, and disaffected parents more interested in their phones than their kids.

In fact, as the next kid proceeded to sneeze all over him, Joe considered walking out right then.

But then something happened that kept him glued to his seat. His sharp lion senses caught a new smell among the crowd. Peppermint and sugar cookies.

Mate, his lion roared inside his head.

The one person that was cosmically meant for him and him alone. The woman that Mother Nature deemed his. He scanned the crowd until he finally saw her at the end of the line, waiting to come see him.

Short, with generous curves that would fill his hands, she had black hair pulled to the top of her head in a messy bun. He wondered what color her eyes were, being too far away to see them. Scanning the rest of her body, he suddenly stopped when he came to the thing that shocked him the most.

A kid on her hip.

Was it her child? From this far away, he couldn’t scent the small one. Had someone already laid hands on his mate? His lion roared again, only this time it was in protest. No one should touch his mate but him! He would slaughter the man who had dared give his mate a cub.

“SANTA!” the elf behind the camera shouted.

Joe snapped his attention back to the man he was going to eviscerate for taking his concentration away from his mate, only to find a scared human staring at him. It was then he realized the child on his lap was shaking in fear.

The elf inched forward to whisper so the others in line couldn’t hear. “You growled at him, Santa! Say you’re sorry.”

His stomach sank. To say he felt like a colossal piece of shit was an understatement. He had been so wrapped up in his emotions that he had let his lion slip out a little in public, which was a big hell no in the shifter rules. Joe looked at the little boy on his lap and gave the kid a big smile, trying to play off what had happened. “How would you like a stuffed lion for Christmas? They go grrrrrrr.”

The little boy looked at him with wide eyes that slowly turned from fear to curiosity. “You can make a stuffed lion that growls?”

Joe nodded. “Sure can. I can put the elves to work on it right away if that’s what you want.”

The little boy scrunched his face up in thought but then shook his head no. “I really want a bike for Christmas, Santa. Can I have that instead of the lion?”

Relieved that the boy was no longer scared, Joe gave him a big grin and a wink. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yippee!” The boy squealed as he jumped off Joe’s lap and ran to his mother, who was waiting for him next to the photographer.

Joe watched as the boy happily walked away, then quickly turned his attention back to his mate, who was watching him from the back of the line with big wary eyes. The mating scent was too strong. He couldn’t tell whether or not the child was hers, but that didn’t matter.

She was his.

And if that meant he had to accept another man’s cub into his home to claim his mate, then that’s what he would do. Although he would take great pleasure in rubbing his scent all over both woman and cub every chance that he got. Just to make sure that everyone knew that they were now his and his alone.

Jessie Lane is a best-selling author of Paranormal and Contemporary Romance, as well as, Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy.
She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in-the-making and her over protective alpha husband that she’s pretty sure is a latent grizzly bear shifter. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them.
She’s also a proud member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).
Chasity Bowlin lives in central Kentucky with her husband and their menagerie of animals. She loves writing, loves traveling and enjoys incorporating tidbits of her actual vacations into her books. She is an avid Anglophile, loving all things British, but specifically all things Regency. She also writes steamy contemporary and paranormal romance. 
Growing up in Tennessee, spending as much time as possible with her doting grandparents, soap operas were a part of her daily existence, followed by back to back episodes of Scooby Doo. Her path to becoming a romance novelist was set when, rather than simply have her Barbie dolls cruise around in a pink convertible, they time traveled, hosted lavish dinner parties and one even had an evil twin locked in the attic.
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