Thursday, December 3, 2015

Red Tulip [Romantic Flashes Book 1] by Victoria Adams #Romance @_VictoriaAdams

Red Tulip is a contemporary romance with a hint of mystery. It’s the first book in a series called Romantic Flashes.

Darcy O'Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city.
Shamus McRae is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past.
Are Darcy's eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a Red Tulip tying her and Shamus together?

"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path when his face lifted and I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.
"When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?"
I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerising orbs. "Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip."
"A red tulip."
"Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip." Uneasiness slithered through me. "Nice chatting with you."
Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener's shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.
I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside and shut it behind me. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany's. Not that I shop there. Couldn't possibly afford anything on a junior gardener's salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.
What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. "Get over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a super model who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day."
I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and tucked it through the back hole in my baseball cap. After grabbing a rake and my favourite trowel, I loaded them and a pair of snippers and clippers onto the back of the gardener's cart, opened the big door, then drove out into the bright spring sunshine. Hopping out of the cart, I then turned and hoisted a bag of duck feed into the cart, closed and locked both shed doors.
The buds on the trees had begun to swell. A sure sign spring was at hand. I inhaled deep, slipped onto the driver's seat and turned in the direction of the duck pond. Joy lifted my heart as I drove towards my favourite part of the day: duck feeding.
This time of the year, the drakes courted the ducks. Not like in my life where the drake, namely Justin, was off courting Sabrina rather than me. Okay, so Sabrina had a sexy job as a TV weather girl. But I'm betting those eyelashes, fingernails and boobs aren't original packaging.
I stood by the side of the pond, tossing handfuls of feed into the shallow water. I laughed as the ducks and geese waddled over, scavenging for food.
Movement to my left caught my attention. A large, old car, a Rolls Royce I think, parked at the edge of the lot. The front door opened and a chauffeur exited. Cool. I wonder which celebrity is getting married today?
Although not in full flower, the early spring gardens did make a striking backdrop for wedding photos or model shoots. A tingle shot from my belly to my toes when he stepped out of the car. I turned my head, pretending to focus on the ducks, but I watched as he exited the car, strolled down the grass, sat on the nearest bench and smiled.
Oh, good heavens. Is he following me? Like a stalker? I gave myself a little shake. Don't be stupid. He probably just wants to watch me feed the ducks.
I struggled not to glance back and meet the emerald green gaze. I had a job to do. Brushing my hands against my work pants, I returned to the cart and proceeded with my day.
Twelve flowerbeds cleaned. I was tired, but proud. Tomorrow, Jacobs and I could begin the planting, and soon the gardens would be alive with blooms. As I reached the gardener's shed, I checked to see if, maybe, the Rolls was nearby. Or, possibly the man with the emerald gaze sat on a nearby bench. Both the parking lot and bench were deserted. No one but the ducks and me were in the park at this time of the day.
Sighing, I inserted the key into the lock for the big door and drove the cart inside. A splash of colour on the wooden bench made me gasp. I jumped out of the cart and picked up the note resting beside the flower.
"I offer the gift of a red tulip."

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Sunday, November 8, 2015

New #Teen #PNR Release from @SDWasleyAuthor and @EvernightTeen #Urban #Fantasy

Release Date: November 6, 2015
Published by Evernight Teen
YA Urban Fantasy

“I longed for normality. Even our own, off-the-wall brand of normality.” 

She’s finally got things together. Mimi’s dating a hot guy and has a place in the school’s Gifted Program with her awesome friends. Yes, she still attracts the dead. But there’s only one ghost these days, and he doesn’t seem to have an awful lot to say. 

Just when Mimi’s life is looking pretty good for the first time in years, the unthinkable happens ... one of the seven gifted teens is torn from their close-knit group. The unity of their circle shattered, things begin to go terribly wrong. It’s ruining their focus—and with the threat of the Astarion cult growing stronger each day, the gifted seven need all the focus they can muster. 

In The Seventh, Mimi found her place in a circle of seven extraordinary teenagers. In The Rift, she must face what happens when the circle of seven is broken.

“Yes, look! There’s Faith!” I exclaimed, seeing her at almost the same moment as Ed.
She was standing on the bottom railing of a fence, looking anxiously back over her shoulder towards the village. She must have run across the roadside paddock to catch us before we left. I experienced a tug of grief when I saw her pale blonde hair and those light blue eyes, so much like Patience’s. As Ms. Deering slowed the bus, we all slid open the windows, hanging out to hear her.
Faith clutched the fence post, calling out in a timid voice, “Thank you for coming to visit Patience. She needs help from good people, and I know you’re good people!”
“Is she all right?” Mona asked.
Faith shook her head, her braids flying. “She’s been caught by the bad man himself. Father and the Pastor are trying to fix her but they can’t do it. Perhaps she needs something else. Some other sort of—help. She’s growing ill. And—” another fearful glance over her shoulder towards the village. “And she’s a danger. Knives and sharp things, and hammers, and all manner of things fly around whenever they try to get the demon out of her.” Faith’s eyes were enormous as she spoke. “But she’s good. I know Patience is good at heart. She can’t help what the devil does to her, god help her.”
“Knives?” Ms. Deering repeated, her face blank with shock.
“I peeped through the chapel window,” Faith confessed. “Pastor was praying over Patience, his hand on her head like this—” she mimed the action, “—and my father was blessing Patience with his cross, and suddenly a big knife came flying across the room and hit the wall behind Pastor. Sunk deep in the wall, it was—quivering like an axe in an oak tree! Pastor went so white I thought he’d faint dead away. It was dreadful!” Faith spoke with what appeared to be thrilled admiration and I was pretty sure that, if Faith weren’t a Dale’s Run kid, the word ‘dreadful’ would have been ‘cool.’ “Father and Pastor take their guns to chapel now, when they go to try and cast Lucifer out of Patience.”
Drew swore quietly beside me, and my head swam as Faith’s last comment sank in.
“Faith, did some people come to check up on Patience last week?” Ms. Deering asked.
“People from the government, you mean? Yes. The man knew Pastor, and it seemed he was his great friend. Patience was allowed out of the chapel on that day, but she was weak from being awake too long, and not eating properly, so Mother kept her in bed. The lady spoke to Mother for a long while, all about our schooling, and what we eat, and asking how Father punishes us when we’re naughty. Then they went away again in their big car.” Ms. Deering’s shoulders sagged in disappointment.
“What does Patience have to do before the Pastor will let her out of the chapel?” Mona asked the child.
Faith looked surprised. “She doesn’t have to do anything. They have to get the bad man out of her. Then she can come home. Pastor says it might take months, but they won’t give up.”
We heard a whistle from the direction of the village and Faith jumped down from the fence rail without another word. She took off at a run and didn’t look back.
“Knives and hammers!” Mona’s eyes were round. “Do you think Patience is conjuring them to defend herself?”
Ms. Deering looked tired. “It’s possible.”
“She could kill someone,” Ed said.
“She’d never kill anyone,” Drew snapped.
“I didn’t mean she would do it intentionally,” Ed said in a low voice.
Drew had no reply to that. I tucked my hand into his as we took our seats again. Ms. Deering put the bus back into gear and we drove on in silence, our anxiety about Patience suspended like a huge, swinging weight above our heads.

S.D. Wasley was born and raised in Perth, Western Australia. She has been composing literary works since before she could write – at five years of age she announced her first poem in the kitchen, improv-style. About 20 years later she earned a PhD in communications. She writes in a range of genres including young adult, paranormal, mystery, new adult romance, and literary short stories.
Her debut novel was published in early 2015 through Evernight Teen, and her first adult paranormal romance will be released on January 7, 2016. Today, she lives and writes in a wine region with her partner and two daughters, surrounded by dogs, cats and chickens.
Website/blog: https://sdwasley.com/
Amazon author page URL:  http://amazon.com/author/sdwasley
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