💞 Well, a summer isn’t a summer without a Blobel novel! Book 4 in the Alinta Bay series is OUT NOW! @_iris_b #romance #downunder #Australian #contemporary #fiction

Touch Me An Alinta Bay Novel by Iris Blobel She loves the feel of his skin beneath her hands … Lexie Marshall packs up and moves 3,000 km east with her daughter Zoe, to forget and move on. Now, all … Continue reading

♡ If you like sweet romance, come and check out Small Town Girl by @denisedevine5 #sweetromance #Contemporary #Womens #Mystery #Thriller & #Suspense #Fiction

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Love these Pride and Prejudice adaptions and this looks fantastic! @kellyrei007 #janeausten #mystery #romance #regencyromance

Love these Pride and Prejudice adaptions and this looks a belter! Continue reading

Solve the murder or become the next victim… love the sound of this murder mystery novel by @brendawhitesid2 #mystery #supernatural #cosycrime #romance

Excerpt of the Secrects of the Ravine by Breanda Whiteside. Continue reading

Love this! Heartwarming tales for the holiday season. Grab a cuppa and read… #novella #christmasbooks #holidayseason #contemporary @VickiBatman

Love this! Heartwarming tales for the holiday season. Grab a cuppa and read… #novella #christmasbooks #holidayseason #contemporary @VickiBatman Continue reading

What do you get when you mix Mistletoe, Mobsters & Mozzarella? Answer: another amazing book from @peggy_jaeger! #romcom #murder #mystery #novels #christmas #fiction

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Check out this cracking #book to help us through covid. Plus an interview with the character Josh, courtesy of author @Callie_Carmen. #romance #hotfiction

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Joshua (Risking Love Book 5)  by Callie Carmen Automobile executive Joshua Winfield had no idea that he had two women in love with him. When he finally figured it out would he choose the new woman in his life that … Continue reading

Take a dollop of passion, sprinkle with a love triangle and mix it all with true love and you have ANGLES @anglestrilogy

Angles by Erin Lockwood When every relationship has an angle, how can you tell which side is up? Like the dazzling lights of a lighthouse, Sam’s turquoise-blue eyes equally enticed and warned. He was someone she should stay away from… … Continue reading

Like a bit of #nostalgia mixed with your #murder #mystery books? @JackSussek

An author interview with Jack Sussek author of MANHATTAN AFFAIR Manhattan Affair is a tale of New York City nostalgia mixed with murder, conspiracy and sex. Mr Average, AKA, Jed Chase is living the quiet live; this is until he falls for … Continue reading

New book Alert! Exiled to Eden #saga @OutskirtsPress

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An interview with @djjouett #kindlescout #romance #suspense

The Destiny Factor D. J Jouett is a second-year law student and writer of  several suspense/romance novels. She is here today to talk about her latest title The Destiny Factor, which has been nominated for Kindle Scout. Here at WWBB we … Continue reading

@GoodeAJ and reasons to read her books!

The BORING author interview revisited
A. J. Goode

What’s so great about your crap book? (Don’t want the boring details, a couple of lines is suffice!)
It’s a romance novel with sex . . . Because, you know, there are so few of those being self-published every day.

Why that shitty title?
Because I was feeling really pretentious that day and thought it sounded sufficiently artsy-fartsy.

Did you run out of ideas?
Only when writing scenes that needed new positions for sex.

How long did it take you to complete your book (from idea to publication)?
Three years.

If it took over a year to write: Does that mean this book is boringly long and laborious to read?
No, it means I have ADHD and all the focus of a squirrel on crack.

What do you really think about erotica?
 I think erotica is great until the batteries die.  I mean the battery in my Kindle.  Sure.


Is it the low of the lows for writers?
No, I respect a writer who can go low . . .

If you didn’t have your book professionally edited: What made you think
you’re so perfect that you didn’t need to pay a professional?

Three years in Nancy Frank’s AP English class.  I still have PTSD and
flashbacks when I see an incorrect gerund or misplaced modifier.

Yawn, so basically you’re the same as all the rest of the authors on
Amazon and you’re the Next Best Thing. I don’t think so. Come on, tell
me why should I spend time reading YOUR book over more well-received

Because I promise not to call you at home if you leave a bad review.

Is there an author who inspires (perspires) you?

I aspire to be like any author who earns enough to afford erotica and batteries.

Do you think you write better than them?
Some of them.

Is your aim to out-sell them?

In the writing world, have you ever regretted anything i.e written your
own review (or written a bad review on a competitor’s novel), argued
on-line, copied someone else’s idea?

I have a sinking feeling I may regret this interview.  Other than that, I
regret posting some really horrendous love poetry on Poetry.com when I
was younger.

But I’m being nice! Sheesh.

What qualifications do you have for writing in your genre?
I’ve been married, so I know about romance.  I’ve given birth, so I
obviously know about sex.  And I’m divorced, so I know about erotica and

Many authors use their qualifications to show off their so-called
talents i.e. crime writers are often coppers (police, for the non-Brits
present) and the book becomes boringly technical. How have you managed
to keep your knowledge low key? Or haven’t you bothered?

I have no real knowledge, so it hasn’t been a problem.

If I were to read your book would I have to scroll through lots of
acknowledgements saying how wonderful your book is before I got to the
meat of a story?


What part of the world do you come from?
The part that looks like a really big mitten.
Greenland? Australia? *Runs to search the world map for a mitten!*

What do you think of your government?
I believe in every imaginable conspiracy theory because paranoid maniacs are fun to listen to.

If you were me (you know, perfect) and knew nothing about a person and
you were told to interview them, what’s the one question you would ask?
(answer it).

If you were a tree, what kind would you be?  (Oak, because maples are evil.)
I’m beginning to think you’re slightly kooky…

Do you have any bad habits, or stupid rituals you HAVE to do in order to write?
I do.  My ritual involves dragging my laptop into the deepest,
cobwebbiest, nastiest corner of the house and telling my children that
the monsters there will eat any child who disturbs me.

*Making note to self to try this one*

Thank you A. J. Goode,  it’s been a pleasure.

And that’s the last of the Boring Interviews. Not so boring after all!

Alison Neuman on how social media is important to her

For us authors, social media is important.
Not only are we able to keep readers and friends up-to-date with our writing but also with the life events of others. Currently, it is impossible for
me to travel so social media allows me to reach my destinations from the
comfort of home, and I love that opportunity it’s given me.
In the past few years, there has been a huge
shift to the Internet. Blog tours are a great example of this and an excellent way
to promote your books.
How it works is that the author visits several blogs and
they are introduced to a new audience.
I have heard of authors who have been made into bestsellers
just because of social media.
It’s a tool in the authors’ promotional
toolkit that should not be overlooked.
Although, we have to be careful. When I
get continuing posts from individuals trying to sell me products, I must admit, I tune out. When that happens, we are losing a potential relationship. For
myself, I plug Ice Rose during the holiday buying season and for blog tours or
events. Just enough to keep my book out there, but not enough to cause offence.
Like most authors worldwide, I like to share activities and
events that are going on with my career, but my
 blog isn’t only focused on writing, it’s also about the arts and crafts. A writer once advised me
to post a new blog every two weeks,
but I find this challenging. Finding fresh
topics can be difficult and I wonder how other bloggers manage it.
And, I admit, when I write my posts, I do
not always focus on how worldwide social media can reach. So when, few years ago,
I posted a blog on a cookie bouquet that I was making, and received a comment
from a reader in Germany I was very shocked and pleased.

Ice Rose 
A teenager’s world is turned upside down when an explosion steals her dad and her identity. Entering an exclusive academy that immerses her in the world of secret agents, she must overcome her fears and disabilities to discover the truth about her dad’s mission, his software, and the mystery man stalking her before she ends up like her father — lost.
Alison Neuman 
Alison Neuman lives in
Alberta, Canada, where she is a freelance writer and lyricist. Nearing the end
of her studies for the Bachelor of Applied Communications Degree program at
Grant MacEwan College, she was inspired to complete the first draft
of  Ice Rose. The pace of secret agent books and movies gave her an
unlimited playground for  imagination. Music and performing are passions
she was able to bring into her writing and build into her characters.

Alison’s writing has appeared in “MacEwan Today”, “Westword”, and the “Edmonton
Journal” along with three tracks on the CD release Outside The Window.
Co-writing the screenplay adaptation of the book Whale Songwith author
Cheryl Kaye Tardif exposed her to the world of screenwriting, which she hopes
to continue to examine further in the future. Alison also has been writing
shorter pieces of non-fiction, one entitled Establishing Roots, that
earned a top ten ranking in the Edmonton Stories contest. This past spring she
was a winner in The Expressions of Hunger Contest in the Emotional Poetry
category. Her piece Undeniable Craving was on display in June and
July in various artistic locations across the city of Edmonton.  She has
completed a final edit of her memoir “Searching For Normal” and is currently
writing her next young adult manuscript.

When not writing creatively, Alison  is editing or writing for her
business, Sandy Tree

Confessions of a writer… researching.

Laina Turner

I was thrilled
when I saw the topic of the month for this blog. Why? Because I love hearing
secrets, who doesn’t, and I thought it would be fun to share some of mine,
about my writing anyways. They say confession is good for the soul.

I sometimes
forget if a memory is real or whether it’s something I thought-up in a book. I tell a story and find myself wondering if it’s true or just a cemented
figment from my imagination.
I have to think really hard to figure out which it
is and there have been times where I can’t, so I just go with that it’s

Some of you may think that is a little crazy and I understand. I happen
to think it’s quite normal.
At least for me, which I will whole-heartedly blame
on my parents because I’m an only child (their fault) and that made me overuse my imagination in order to entertain myself. So it’s no wonder I have
a hard time going back and forth between reality and fantasy.

It’s also no
wonder I closely identify with my characters. I like to afford them experiences
that I would like to have. Not that I would have any clue what to do if I came
across a dead body, but I’d like to think I would know.
It’s fun to pretend to
have that excitement.

I like to write
about places I have visited and experienced, and use my it as the background in my books. So
I have, on occasion, pretended to be one of my characters in order to fully
immerse myself in what she might see or do.
Again, you might think that’s
strange I like to think its good research to role-play and play make believe.

What do you like
to pretend?

Laina Turner, when she’s not working toward her
goals she likes–
OK fine–LOVES wine, coffee, shopping, and books. She enjoys
her kids, they are awesome. She hates the cold but yet lives in the mid-west.
Vegas is one of her favorite spots as she loves to people watch and if she ever
gets married again it will definitely be in a drive through chapel by a fake

Laina is currently
living in Indiana, with her family, and is always writing something, whether
it’s blogs, articles, business journals and books or ideas for her next novel.
She is continuously doing what she loves which is writing or drinking coffee.

Mystery and Romance

all in one book

Presley tells her boss what he can do with her job in HR and embarks on a new career as a freelance journalist. What seems like a simple interview with a Senator turns to murder when the day after her interview the Senator turns up dead. Does the fact that Presley was one of the last people to see him alive make her a suspect? Her ex-boyfriend Cooper, who was in charge of the Senators security, might think so. Presley is determined to clear her name but can she do it and resist Cooper’s charms?

Necklaces and Nooses 
When Presley’s boss is found hanging she thinks its suicide until the police discover its homicide. Who would want to kill a boutique owner? Presley’s not sure but she’s determined to find out. The cute detective assigned to the case makes it all the more exciting.

Handbags and Hooligans 
Presley went to Vegas to watch her friend Anna get married and the event turned into solving the mystery of her brothers girlfriend disappearance. But Ashley wasn’t exactly the schoolteacher she appeared to be. Who was she and was she kidnapped?

The holiday short…Mistletoe and Murder
In this holiday short story, Presley goes home for Christmas expecting it to be a relaxing holiday until her old boyfriend, Brian, asks for her help finding out who has been stealing from him and it turns from theft to murder. Why would anyone want to kill Tommy and what was he hiding?

Gems and Gunshots

Presley heads to San Diego to hang out with Cooper and enjoy the great west coast weather. She didn’t expect that while hanging out at the local coffee shop she would be a witness to a robbery and murder at Gemstone’s Unlimited. Much to Cooper’s dismay Presley feels compelled to investigate. She discovers that not only was the store owner a womanizer but also was filing false insurance claims for diamonds that weren’t really stolen. Was that why he was being blackmailed? Was that why someone robbed his store? Presley is determined to find out!

As a bonus get the short story prequel, A Day in the Life of Trixie Pristine.
In this short story prequel, Trixie and her friends Berklie and Sophie, considered themselves typical thirty something females until someone turned up murdered in their newly opened bookstore/wine bar. They thought they would be living out their dream in their new shop not trying to catch a killer. Who killed Sylvia and why? Or was one of them the intended target?

Enter the Rafflecopter for the giveaway:

Excerpt from Stilettos and Scoundrels

I need to talk to you right away!” It was Helen Daniels, hysterical. I could
hardly understand her.

is it, Helen? What’s wrong?” I had fallen asleep, but the sound of fear in
Helen’s voice quickly woke me up.

meet me at Gardner’s old warehouse in thirty minutes. If you’re not there, I
will not be able to wait. It’s not safe. You have to hurry!”
Calm down, safe from whom? Why all the drama? Helen…Helen?” She’d hung up. I
glanced at my watch. Crap! I’d never
make it there in thirty minutes. All I could hope for was Dirt and his deputies
were out investigating the Senator’s murder rather than trying to keep the
streets safe from speeders.

ran out of the house, running past my mother still working in her garden.
where are you going?
be back in a bit.”

don’t know.” I said exasperatedly. I didn’t need the third degree.
are you going?”
explain later. Just eat without me if I’m not back.”

pushed seventy in a forty-five mile an hour zone, my Kia humming, just hoping
to get there on time. I was surprised my car could go that fast. In Chicago, the
traffic was so bad you didn’t really have a chance to speed this much. My phone
rang again, but I didn’t look at it. I needed to concentrate on my driving.
Gardner’s warehouse, located about twenty miles outside of town, used to be a
production plant for some automotive part. The plant closed years before, when
I still lived here. It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember what the
company actually produced.
pulled in the parking lot, gravel flying, hoping Helen was still here. The
clock on my dash said it had been thirty-three minutes since she called me. I
pocketed my keys, not wanting to weigh myself down with my purse, and jogged
around to the front entrance. I had on flip-flops, not the best jogging shoes,
but I was so startled when Helen called I just ran out of the house without
paying attention to what I had on. This was a big place, and I huffed trying to
catch my breath. I really must get in
, I wheezed to myself.

hadn’t specified exactly where to meet her, so I assumed she might be at the
front entrance. She wasn’t waiting outside for me, so I tried the front door or
what I presumed was the front door. It was unlocked, which I thought strange
for an abandoned building, but I assumed Helen had unlocked it. Though had it
been locked, I could have crawled through one of the many broken windows. I
carefully stepped inside the building and the darkness engulfed me. The little
bit of light in the building was let in by the broken windows, and it took a
few minutes for my eyes to adjust. It smelled dank and musty, and I could hear
the scurrying of what were probably little furry rodents. I shuddered
involuntarily and didn’t want to think about what type of creepy crawlies were
in this building, especially with me in flip-flops. I wasn’t thrilled about
stepping any further into the building.

I called softly. No answer. Where the
hell is she?
I tiptoed a little further into the building in an effort to
be quiet, though I still couldn’t see very well, so tiptoeing wouldn’t do me
any good if there was anything in my way. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my
arm; I jumped about ten feet and started to scream.

Presley. It’s just me,” Helen said. “Do you think you could be a little
don’t ask me to come to an abandoned building and grab me when I’m not
expecting it. I can’t see! You could have been anyone or anything,” I retorted.
“I am not a big fan of the creepy things I am sure are in this building.” I
took one look at Helen and grew concerned. She was usually one of those women
who always looked impeccable, but her dark brown hair, usually in a knot at the
nape of her neck, was disheveled and loose. I could tell Helen had been crying,
from her smudged make-up. She definitely wasn’t her normal well put together
self. I could see that, even in this poor light. I still felt a stab of
jealousy because, even a little worse for wear, Helen looked better than most
women. Not fair at all.

what is going on, Helen? Why all the cloak-and-dagger stuff? Why did we have to
meet here, of all places?” I asked, looking around and waving my arms. “Should
we even be here? The place looks about ready to fall down. I’m sure the owners
wouldn’t be too happy if we fell through the floor or something. This building
is quite a liability.”

the only place I could go where I could easily see if I was being followed.
Besides, we own the building. Or rather, I do now,” Helen, replied giving a
little laugh—the hysterical kind, rather than the ha-ha kind.

would anyone be following you?” I took a step forward, concerned Helen might
really be in danger. It seemed so surreal.

tried to keep herself from crying again. “They called my house, Presley. They
called my house and demanded money. They said if I didn’t pay up, they would
make sure I met the same fate as Tom. I knew they would want their money, but I
didn’t think it would be like this. I thought I would have some more time. I
can’t get my hands on that kind of money right now. It would look too
suspicious; besides, I don’t even know yet where I am going to get it!” Helen
then burst into tears.

waited for a few uncomfortable moments for the tears to subside. To help Helen,
I needed her to calm down and tell me everything she knew. Plus, I had a few
questions of my own.
you know who it was that called you, Helen? Who did the Senator owe money to?”

don’t know specifically who the caller was, nor who Tom owed money to. I didn’t
recognize any voices and they didn’t tell me their names. Tom tried to hide as
much as he could from me about this aspect of his life, I told you that
already, and when I forced the issue, he told me as little as possible. Usually
just enough to get me to shut up. To be honest, it got to where I didn’t even
ask much because I didn’t really care.”

else knows about the Senator’s gambling problem? Maybe that’s who called you.
Could it be blackmail?” I thought blackmail seemed as good a reason as any.

only people who know about this, besides the people he owed the money to, are
me and Tobey. As the Senator’s assistant, Tobey was privy to a lot more
information than I thought he should have been,” Helen explained. “Tom said he
would find out anyway, and that we could trust him. I don’t think Tobey is the
type to try to blackmail anyone. Other than that, there is no way Tom would
have told anyone else. He might have been a gambler, but he wasn’t stupid. At
least not that stupid.”

“What about Garrison Palazzo.”

Thanks to Jacqueline Howett…

for interviewing me on her blog. Crikey, I shall be having “luncheon” next instead of spam sarnies and swapping cider for Champagne!

Yeah, right!

Q. Where do you come from? I come from Northampton in England, the same place where the late Princess Diana lived.

Q. What made you write this book? I love reading chick lit. Funny things naturally happen in life, and I wanted to enforce that. Life is funny, and I enjoy writing about people rather than the actual romance.

Q. Which authors have had a significant influence on your writing? Melissa NathanShe was the first chick lit author I read and I absolutely fell in love with the style. I have read all of her books, sadly she died in 2006 with cancer (she was only 36!!). Through her writing she has shown me that life is funny and delightful as well as scary and heart-breaking.
Please click here to read the rest of the interview, and while there why not have a look at the rest of Jacqueline Howett’s amazing blog – so much to see and read!