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What Goes Around Book Blitz

Welcome to day one of the What Goes Around Book blitz. Today author Anne Bikov will be talking to us about her new book, ‘What Goes Around’ and offering us a glimpse into her life.


Ten Things You Don’t Know About… Author Anne Bikov

1 – Anne is actually my middle name

2 – Bikov was our family name from Russia

3 – I love the song Story of my Life by One Direction

4 – Chicken is my favorite food

5 – Twilight (the book series) stalled my movie obsession and introduced me to this new obsession that is books

6 – I love the beach

7 – I LOVE the color BLUE!

8 – I sing

9 – I’m a reformed country music hater, now I’m a lover!

10 – I just got a Smart TV!!

What Goes Around Book Blurb

What if your loved ones kept ending up hurt, in danger, or even dead? After Randie Duncan’s brother is killed in a suspicious industrial accident, leaving behind a pregnant fiancée, Randie leaves her dream life in NYC and comes home to Cullville, WA to mourn and heal with her sister, but has no intention of staying there permanently.

Following a painful break-up, Joe Baxter guards his heart carefully, but when well meaning friends match him up with Randie, he can’t fight his immediate attraction to her. As they grow closer, Randie finds herself debating the idea of returning to NYC, but Joe isn’t the only one who finds her magnetic. When a suspected stalker attacks her, things heat up. Joe believes the attacker may be the town’s troublemaker and mill owner’s son, Jared, who is paying too much attention to his late friend’s fiancée, but will he be able to prove it before someone else gets hurt?

Excerpt from ‘What Goes Around’:

Randie lifted her head and pulled back slightly, looking up into Joe’s eyes. She wanted him to kiss her and she wanted it to happen now, before the song was over. What she hadn’t expected was the effect his kiss would have on her entire body. When Randie looked up at Joe, he had a look of mixed emotion, confusion and interest, and then he did exactly what she was hoping he would do. He bent his head down to hers and softly kissed her lips, once and then again. When he pulled back, she wanted more. She looked from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. She grasped the nape of his neck, running her tongue quickly over her lower lip and opening her mouth just enough. He leaned in again, placing his hands on either side of her face, and when the kiss continued, deepening, he pulled her closer putting his right hand on her back and his left hand in her hair. As the intensity of the kiss grew, so did her body’s reaction. They were lost in the feel of the music and the kiss combined, pressing their bodies as close together as they possibly could until finally Joe stopped. He pulled his lips away and kept his eyes closed, as Randie relished in the effect. He leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. He put his arms around her and, pulling her close, buried his face in her neck, lifting her feet just barely off the ground. After a moment, he lowered her, gave her one more quick kiss and then took her hand and led her off the dance floor.

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Joe is that perfect Hero that any woman could fall for. He’s a good wholesome man whose main focus was to marry his high-school sweetheart and raise a family in the small town where they grew up. Unfortunately for him, she had other plans. He remained close to the buddies he had growing up, Ricky and Al. Ricky and Al married their own sweethearts, and in a way, all three men were like brothers. In that way, Joe was never without family, his “brothers” and their wives and kids.

Randie grew up with her older sister, Kay, and younger brother, Tyler. She grew up with dreams of moving to The Big Apple, having no desire to stay in the small town where she was raised. She managed her dream life for over six years. After four years away, her parents were killed in a devastating car accident. Though she came home to mourn, she went back and continued her life in New York, while her sister and her family, and her brother carried on with their lives back at home. Two years later, just before the story begins, her sister’s husband and their brother were both killed in an accident at the mill. This time Randie came home, uncertain of what her future may hold, her sole focus being to help her sister, Kay, figure out her future with her kids, and her diner

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Anne lives in the wilds of Northwest Ohio splitting her time between writing and her evil night job (no, it’s not what you think). When she’s not writing, she’s finding new TV shows to add to her already time-consuming line-up, exploring her newly discovered love of blended coffee drinks, and trying to coax her substantially less that vicious dog out from under the bed.

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The Bad Wolf by Michelle Clay review



The Bad Wolf by Michelle Clay is a young adult paranormal fiction novel. Set in Colorado this novel has romance, mystery, murder, werewolves and a bit of witchcraft. What will happen danger stalks the town and closely guarded secrets are revealed?

Chloe Williams’s life is falling apart at the seams. Her parents Karen and David are divorced and her mother is moving her to a new town away from her school and all of her friends. Chloe is used to be popular and liked by all. That all changes with the move to the small town of Hunde, Colorado. Here the high school is ruled by “the pack” a group of teens who do not take well to outsiders. The pack goes out of their way to make her life miserable in their effort to encourage Chloe and her mother to move out of Hunde.

The writing was intense and gripping. Michelle Clay paints a vivid world with her use of words it enabled me to easily picture myself in the car with Chloe and her mother, feel the sensation of fur running through my fingers and the sheer terror in the last fight scene. I absolutely loved this novel and have sincere hopes that this is only the first in a series of The Bad Wolf. I highly recommend this book.

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Fun Facts from Of White Snakes and Misshaped Owls

Fun Facts: Charlottes Olmes’ NYC in 1880 edition

The Statue of Liberty sits unassembled throughout the city and parts of New Jersey. Its torch sits in Madison Square Park, near Charlotte Holmes three-story brownstone.

The word “skyscraper” does not yet exist. It will be coined in 1883 during what’s then called the “high-building craze.” The tallest buildings in New York City skyline in 1880? Churches.

Chinese restaurants do not yet exist in New York City.

Thanks to horse-drawn transportation, some 100,000 to 200,000 horses live in New York City, with each horse depositing an average of 24 pounds of manure and several quarts of urine a day. Don’t do the math.

Central Park was only seven years old and, until the Great Depression, sheep graze in its Sheep Meadow. The famous Dakota building sees the start of its construction in 1880 and will sit alone, overlooking the park upon its completion.

Thomas Edison establishes his Edison Illuminating Company in December 1880, basing it in New York City.

The city sees its first street lights along Broadway between Union Square and Madison Square, thanks to Brush arc lamps. But Thomas Edison does not provide the illumination—the Brush Electric Company does.

A massive man-made reservoir occupies the area where today’s New York Public Library sits, supplying the city with its drinking water. Its granite walls holds up to 20 million gallons and are wide enough to serve as public promenades for the strolling populace.

Cleopatra’s Needle, the Egyptian Obelisk that sits in Central Park, arrives in July aboard the SS Dessoug at Staten Island. It will take another six months to move and install it in Central Park.

Bestselling books in 1880’s America: Uncle Remus, Joel Chandler Harris; Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, Margaret Sidney; Ben-Hur, Lew Wallace; and Nana, Emile Zola.

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Debra Hyde’s playlist

My Playlist, You Say?

I must admit, coming up with a playlist wasn’t the easiest assignment for me. You see, I had a lot of musical training as a teenager and young adult, which gave me a broad appreciation for music—and leaves me easily distracted by what I hear. And I’ve been a music collector through all of my adult life, accumulating close to 50 full Ikea CD boxes and almost 2 terabytes of music—and leaves me with too much to choose from.

Because of my training, I can’t listen to classical or jazz music because I start analyzing it like a musician looking at sheet music the first time. And I can’t listen to any English-language vocal music because other people’s words interfere with mine.

What do I listen to? World music. And the more exotic, the better. I’m partial to music from the middle east (my parents lived there while I was in college), South Asian, and the Far East. Ambient world music that blends several cultures with a touch of electronica or new age is OK, too.

So here’s a selection of albums and several artists that’s introduce you to my workplace atmosphere.

Try plugging them into your favorite Internet radio service like Pandora and see what you get!

And, of course, enjoy! ~ Debra Hyde


Six Degrees of Ambient India

Badawi: Clones and False Prophets

Hong Ting: Chinese Traditional Music

Arabia: A Musical Journey

New World Dub 1&2


DJ Cheb I Sabbah

Desert Dwellers

Genetic Drugs

Jef Stott

Karsh Kale

MIDIval Punditz



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Blog Tour – Of White Snakes and Missshaped Owls


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The Charlotte Olmes Mystery Series

Of White Snakes and Misshaped Owls

Riverdale Avenue Books

Lesbian, F/F, Historical, Detective


OWS - 3DA dead body in a back alley means little to the rough streets of 1880s New York City—until Charlotte Olmes woman detective steps onto the scene. Crime-solving on behalf of her female clients, Olmes eschews decorum and ventures into places forbidden to the fairer sex, sleuthing after clues hidden, elusive, and often distasteful.

When the exotic Miss Tam pleads with Charlotte to find the man to whom she’s secretly married, Charlotte ventures into the dark and dangerous crannies of the city with her partner and passionate lover Joanna Wilson at her side. Soon, what appeared to be the random misfortune born of Chinatown’s opium dens reveals itself as a vicious gang-related murder—and Olmes and Wilson find themselves wedged between the ethnic and political forces that collide where Chinatown borders the Bowery.

Penned by Lambda Literary Award winner Debra Hyde, Of White Snakes and Misshaped Owls recasts the classic eccentric detective genius in ways never before seen. Passions both criminal and carnal come alive in vivid and exacting detail in what promises to become the hallmark of the Charlotte Olmes Mystery Series.



I was not surprised that I had slept through the morning sun and birdsong of the fine spring morning on which this exceptional adventure had started, but how I escaped the sounds of Madison Square Park and the nearby Sixth Avenue El, I still do not know. Coming to our table for breakfast, I found Charlotte’s nose buried deep in the day’s penny press. Without fail, she started and ended each day perusing Manhattan’s most dreadful news accounts, paying close attention to the brawls between swells, what dead bodies were pulled from the nooks and crannies of the city, and things even more violent and horrid. I prayed she would tell me nothing gruesome this morning.

I preferred my first cup of tea without word of the city’s more morbid distractions.

“Good morning, my dear Miss Wilson,” Charlotte said, her eyes still glued to her paper.

“Good morning, Miss Olms,” I countered. However formal our salutations, they were first and foremost an affectionate routine, an irreverent jest aimed at how society expected us to act and not a reflection of how we really felt about each other.

And, daring to remind Charlotte just how I preferred our interactions, I leaned over and placed a kiss upon her cheek, one soft enough to suggest I’d welcome more. It earned a chuckle from her and a quick, sly glance of promise.

A bustle from the kitchen told me that Mr. East had heard me, and our man’s man who preferred serving women came laden with a full meal of eggs, bacon, and toast. Joining that bounty, a libation of some strange concoction—no doubt, another of Charlotte’s attempts to fortify the temples that were our bodies with the fruits of exotic flora from God only knew where.

While I should have rued the presence of the strange beverage, it was the larger meal that caught my true attention. A big meal meant one of two things: We either had something physical to do that morning or a case to investigate.

Seated, I sipped my tea and tried to ignore the message inherent in my breakfast.

Halfway through my meal—the eggs scrambled to perfection, made better with a splash of maple syrup, the drink concoction decidedly not so—I caught Charlotte snapping her crisp newspaper and swiftly folding it with a flourish so dramatic it rivaled the sweep of a magician’s hand. I shook my head, thinking of our poor butler, Mr. East, always having to iron the paper to Charlotte’s perfection.

Charlotte caught my reaction from the corner of her eye. Without taking her gaze from the small corner of the paper she now consumed, she remarked, “He had no compunction about ironing my newspapers when we interviewed Mr. East for the position, Joanna. A crisp paper makes for a precise read, my dear.”

With Charlotte Olms, precision was paramount.

My eggs and bacon gone, I mopped my plate of syrup with my toast. “Dare I ask what this morning brings?” I hoped she would let me finish a third cup of tea and have a proper pinning of my hair before dashing us out the door.

“Training, dear Joanna, training.”

I suddenly felt overfull. Physical exercise and a full stomach were not well paired for me, no matter how frequently I tried to dissuade Charlotte of that fact. I set down my toast.

“Pick it up and eat,” she half-scolded. “We’re not doing it—we’re teaching it.”

“Teaching what?”

“Parasol defense.”

Charlotte’s obsession with self-defense, especially as it applied to women, had long been a great passion of hers. I resumed devouring my toast, sipping away its dryness with tea and noting how very well the taste of India Black tasted with the sparse left-overs of maple syrup. Perhaps I would suggest Charlotte make a concoction based on those two ingredients. Maybe she would come up with something actually tolerable.

Another time, I thought. “And who are we training today?” I asked.

“Mrs. Philomena Pelton has asked me to introduce several of her peers and their lady’s maids to the practice,” Charlotte answered.

I pulled up from my teacup. We were teaching a lady’s maids?

“However did you finagle that?” The upper crust were not exactly sensitive about the betterment of their help.

Charlotte finally set her paper aside, slapping it onto the table, and leaned towards me, elbows planted firmly akimbo on a fine Italian cutwork tablecloth. Mannish behavior, of course, reflecting a competency that she could not innately express in any sort of feminine way.

“I told them that no matter how well-versed they themselves became in the art of parasol self-defense, they would remain at risk if their help did not become adept as well.”

“Really, Charlotte.”

“No, no, it’s true,” Charlotte claimed. “Mrs. Pelton herself was accosted just last week on the Ladies Mile. Her lady servant was of, shall we say, limited assistance.”

“The Ladies Mile? So now even shopping puts one at risk. Of course you do this entirely for the benefit of the well-off,” I facetiously declared. I swatted at her elbows, smacking hard enough to sting.

Charlotte grinned. She heeded me, removing her elbows from the table. She might forget her manners from time to time, but she always enjoyed my corrections, minor or severe.

We both knew she believed that all women should be skilled in self-defense, regardless of class and station. And I knew that if Charlotte would ever deign to imagine a utopian society, men would be far too civilized to even think to accost the fairer sex. Not that we would carry that dainty an appellation in Charlotte’s utopia.

“Do I have time for Phoebe to pin and lacquer my hair?”

Charlotte waved me off. “Yes, yes, but we should depart in twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes, then,” I said.

I rose and made my way across the room, only to stop and turn. “Charlotte?” I said.

“Hmmm?” Her nose was in that paper again.

“Should we not invite Phoebe to join us?”

Charlotte pulled up from her reading, glaring at me. The devil that I should put her high horse on the spot! But one look at me and she knew that I teased said horse with both warm regard and hard truth.

“I shall tutor her myself,” she declared, flicking her newspaper dismissively.

Exactly what I wanted. What was good for the geese of Manhattan’s elite was good for the gander in our own home.

About the Author

DEBRA HYDEDebra Hyde writes erotic fiction for everyone, across the gender & orientation spectra. Her
lesbian BDSM novel, Story of L, won the 2011 Lambda Literary Award for lesbian erotica. A modern retelling of the classic Story of O, it updates the original tale to reflect the contemporary lesbian leather world and the women in it.

Romantic Times BOOK Reviews magazine named it and her heterosexual novel, Blind Seduction, to its Fifty Hot Reads beyond 50 Shades of Grey, calling Blind Seduction “a story about what happens after the BDSM seduction.” She is a contributing author to the ground-breaking and critically-acclaimed Entwined erotica series, penning two lesbian novellas for it, Hers and Provenance.

Now she turns her attentions to her new erotic Charlotte Olmes Mystery Series, recasting the classic eccentric detective genius in ways never before seen — in passions both criminal and carnal!

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February 17, 2014 · 6:41 am

A Saint’s Salvation by Beverly Ovalle

By Beverly Ovalle
Published by Secret Cravings Publishing
Released February 10, 2014

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Angel’s life changed the minute Saint saved her from a grenade. Now Saint has a second chance to prove he’s the man for her.

Corporal Nicholas ‘Saint’ Santiago needs to go home to reclaim the man he used to be. To be the man he was before Operation Enduring Freedom slowly hardened his heart. He needs to reconnect to the values and the reasons he is doing what he does. Saint also needs to try to forget the courageous woman he knows was meant to be his.

Petty Officer Angelina Jones’ life changed the moment Saint saved her life. She survived the blast but now has to deal with the fact that she will never be whole. Knowing Saint received a ‘Dear John’ letter, Angelina has no intention of being his rebound romance. She needs to be loved for herself. She needs to forget about the one man she knows was meant to be hers.

They each try to find someone to help them forget. But what does fate have planned for them?


A shout from Hamilton brought him back to the here and now. “Hey, Saint, do you see any trouble coming?” On guard at the west wall, Nick shook his head. Not that it was much of a wall, a couple of
sandbags holding up a makeshift bullet riddled wooden fence, an illusion of safety and security.

“No, it all looks clear.” Well, as clear as normal, Nick thought. The Seabees and the Army Corp of Engineers had done their best to give them a clear line of site, but the rubble of buildings and piles of rock where there used to be a town never seemed to go away. Rebels constantly hid there, randomly firing at their FOB, a forward operating base in Helmand Provence, making it almost impossible to build a more secure perimeter.

Nick could see kids playing in the dirt. In the distance the locals were harvesting the poppy fields. Some of the largest poppy fields in the world were right outside the walls of the FOB. Beautiful when in bloom, they were more pervasive and did more damage than the terrorists.

“Anymore threats?”

“When aren’t there threats?” Every damn day there were threats. “Why, is there a problem?”

“The brass is making noise. When they do something stupid, we end up paying for it.” Hamilton sounded disgusted. As Hamilton spoke, shots were fired over and through the fence, adding more holes to the dilapidated barrier. Nick and Hamilton hit the ground, rolling toward the sandbags to return fire through the cracks. “See what I mean?”

“Yeah it’s been a while since they shot at us, at least a couple of days.” Nick’s sarcasm caused Hamilton to laugh.

“Probably someone is coming to pick up something from the poppy fields and they want to keep us from seeing who.” Hamilton glanced at him. “You doing okay?”

“Gettin’ there. It was just a shock, ya know?”

“Yeah, damn women. The least they could do is be faithful while we’re out here fighting.”

“Yeah, it sucks. I just can’t help thinking it’s my fault.”

“Fuck. How the hell could it be? You weren’t even there. The bitch knew you were gone, were going to be gone.” They fired shots, aiming at the muzzle flash in the distance. More Marines headed their way,
sprinting from cover to cover. Perez came running, bringing out ammo and providing more fire power.

Another crack and Perez went down with a cry.

“Fuck! Medic! Man down!” The cry went out, passed through until the call went to the corpsman, while Nick tried to stem the blood flow. Hands pushed his away. Nick looked up. Petty Officer Jones, better
known as Doc, had bandages ready.

“Help me roll this on until we can get him out of here.” Her voice sent a ripple through him. Nick had always ignored the attraction he had felt for her. He’d had his girl back home, and fraternization out here could get him thrown in the brig. Not to mention the brig out here was a hell hole.

Nick was leery about approaching Doc now. The Dear John letter had been a shock. He had known Leila for years. Hell, they had been friends since they were little. Her betrayal was unexpected. Nick didn’t even really know Doc. He could trust her with his life, but he wasn’t ready for another go around with his heart, no matter the attraction he felt.

Nick looked toward the fence line, rifle at the ready. Shots were firing sporadically around him. That’s when he saw it, the trail from a grenade launcher, unmistakable. Shit!

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Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell.

Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits to grocery shop in the pantry and to see what might be cooking for dinner.

Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled
most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.

Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.

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A Love Stolen by Ella Jade Release Day Blast

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A Love Stolen - CoverCan time forgive the mistakes of the past?

After a six year absence, Lila Crofton has returned to her hometown of Steeple to bury her father. Hopefully she can avoid Trevor Matheson, her ex-boyfriend, long enough to take care of her business and get back to the city. With everything she’s dealing with the last thing she needs is to run into the man who betrayed her and broke her heart.

Recently divorced Sheriff Trevor Matheson is picking up the pieces of his life. When his high school sweetheart, Lila, returns to Steeple, Trevor sees it as a sign. He’s getting over a failed marriage and she’s grieving the loss of her dad. They need one another. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. But can they move past the events that tore them apart six years ago?

Is there a second chance in their future, or is their stolen love gone forever?

Content Warning: contains graphic sex and strong language
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary Romance




As Trevor helped Lila up the porch steps, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his jaw. She hadn’t taken her hands off him since they’d left Tate’s.

“I love to feel your stubble.” She ran her fingers along his cheek. “It’s sexy.”

“Keys?” He held out his hand and waited as she dug through her bag. She had him rock hard and ready to go. The fact that she’d rested her hand on his thigh the whole ride home hadn’t helped matters. It was the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, but that didn’t make it any easier not to respond.

“Here they are.” She dropped them into his hand. “Come inside with me.”

He opened the door and led her into the foyer. As soon as he let her go, she stumbled forward. He caught her by the waist and pulled her against him. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her lips.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Her warm breath caressed his mouth.

More than you know.

“Let me help you upstairs. I don’t want you to fall down the steps.” He scooped her up and carried her to the staircase. She was so light and dainty. She was still his perfect fit.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She placed soft, open-mouth kisses along his neck as he made his way to her old bedroom. He remembered sneaking up those steps many times, while her father slept down the hall. They still creaked, but this time he didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

“Of course I want to kiss you.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder and set her down by the bed.

She closed her eyes and leaned into him. He swiped the hair from her face, took her chin between his fingers, and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

She opened one eye and peered at him, waiting for more. “That’s it?” Disappointment flooded her beautiful features.

“For tonight.” He tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “I want you to remember when I kiss you.”

“I’ll remember.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re not easy to forget.”

He pried her arms from his body. “Believe me, I want to, but not tonight.”


“Because four hours ago you ran away from me,” he said. “Something made you run. Tell me why.” He may not have wanted to take advantage of her physically while she was intoxicated, but he didn’t see why he couldn’t let her drunken lips tell him what she was afraid of.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” He needed to know what she thought about the two of them.

“I’m tired now.” She lifted her dress over her head and tossed it in the corner of the room. She stood before him in nothing but her white push-up bra and matching lace thong.

“Hell.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her toned, tanned body. He mindlessly licked his lips when he discovered her rose-colored nipples poking through the thin, silky material of her bra. Struggling with himself, he tried not to lower his gaze. He lost the battle as he greedily took in her scantily covered sex.

“Want to kiss me now?” She ran her fingers down her neck and over her breasts. “Want to touch me like this?” She moved her hand down her stomach and to the waistband of her panties.

He stepped closer to her and grabbed her wrist. He had to get her to stop or he’d lose all control.

“You want to do it?”




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Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can’t be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she’s not chasing after her kids, she’s busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you’ll get lost in her words.

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February 17, 2014 · 5:05 am

A Saint’s Salvation review

Not wanting to be his rebound girl after Marine Corporal Nicholas “Saint” Santiago receives a Dear John letter, Petty Officer Angelina “Doc” Jones tries to ignore the attraction between them. Saint is a Marine and all that it stands for, he is a guy that you can count on through thick and thin. He received the nicknames Saint and then Saint Nick from his unit. Doc is their Navy corpsman attached the Saint’s Marine unit. One day during yet another attack on their forward outpost Saint shelters Doc and the Marine that she was working on when he sees the distinctive smoke of a grenade launcher. His quick actions save Doc’s life but not her foot for which he feels incredibly guilty. In the hospital to recover from their injuries he helps Doc deal with the loss of her leg. And while his physical wounds eventually heal his soul is still in need of rescuing.

Through her own experiences as a former military member herself and mother of a current marine has uniquely enabled the author to bring up the true to real life combat injuries that our military are having to deal with. She brings up IED’s, snipers, grenade attacks and more with the resulting PTSD, death, gunshot wounds, and amputation of limb(s). Being a military wife myself I find myself usually enjoying military romance books. It is a lifestyle that I can easily understand and who doesn’t love romance? The banter between Doc and Saint is very enjoyable. I like the fact that they become friends first and lovers second. I wish that there was more of a lead up to from them becoming friends to then lovers. Instead like a speeding freight train we are immediately driven to the very hot, steamy – yet tasteful, love scenes that span that last part of the book. I am more of a journey vs destination type of person. I am hopeful to see more of their relationship to develop in the next book in this series. 


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