‘Solsbury Hill’ by  Susan M. Wyler

smw shSTORY: The windswept moors of England, a grand rustic estate, and a love story of one woman caught between two men who love her powerfully—all inspired by Emily Bronte’s beloved classic, Wuthering HeightsSolsbury Hill brings the legend of Catherine and Heathcliff, and that of their mysterious creator herself, into a contemporary love story that unlocks the past.

When a surprise call from a dying aunt brings twenty-something New Yorker Eleanor Abbott to the Yorkshire moors, and the family estate she is about to inherit, she finds a world beyond anything she might have expected. Having left behind an American fiancé, here Eleanor meets Meadowscarp MacLeod—a young man who challenges and changes her. Here too she encounters the presence of Bronte herself and discovers a family legacy they may share.

With winds powerful enough to carve stone and bend trees, the moors are another world where time and space work differently. Remanants of the past are just around a craggy, windswept corner. For Eleanor, this means ancestors and a devastating romantic history that bears on her own life, on the history of the novel Wuthering Heights, and on the destinies of all who live in its shadow.

REVIEW: Eleanor Abbott is finally realizing success with her own business in New York when she receives a call from the family estate in the Yorkshire moors that her aunt is seriously ill and is asking her to travel to see her while she is still alive. Certain that she won’t be gone long, she agrees and arrives to find a large estate on the moors. Her aunt is so happy to see her and Eleanor is happy to be able to talk about her late mother, sister of her aunt. As her aunt is bedridden and very weak, she busies herself exploring the estate and walking the moors.

She meets Meadowscarp (Mead) Macloed who lives there and cares for the estate. They strike up a friendship as he teaches her about the estate and the surrounding area. She learns that she is to inherit the estate when her aunt passes and is not sure whether she wants to stay there or return to her life in New York. Her long time boyfriend in New York has recently cheated on her and she is torn between him and her growing attraction to Mead.

Eleanor encounters ghosts as she walks the moors and concludes they are Heathcliffe and Catherine from Emily Bronte’s book, “Wuthering Heights.”

This book was very difficult to understand and I think the author was pushing very hard to make a plausible story here. However, I give her credit for her story telling and for the wonderful descriptions of Yorkshire.

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Barbara Monajem stops by b2b…

HOC BM‘The Heart of Constantine’

BOOK BLURB: Vigilante Native American rock star Constantine Dufray has hit rock bottom. His telepathic abilities have spun out of control, and destructive rumors about him run rampant. Some are true—he caused a violent cop’s suicide, and telepathy destroyed his marriage—but he didn’t poison his wife, and he couldn’t have caused riots at his concerts, killing his fans…or could he? Now an unknown enemy is trying to frame him for rape and murder.

Aura reader Marguerite McHugh finally gets a close encounter with the mysterious star, but it’s nothing like she expected. When Constantine finds her after she’s been drugged at one of his shows, she’s pulled into his quest for the truth. As dangers mount and murders pile up, Constantine and Marguerite are forced into an ever more intimate relationship. Only by facing their fears and working together can they unmask the killer before more innocent people die.

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Marguerite blinked away the fuzz in her eyes and her mind. She wasn’t in her bed but outdoors, lying near a vast tree. Under her was a blanket, with blades of grass pricking through here and there. A crow cawed high above her.

What time is it? Where am I? Somewhere a car door slammed, followed by urgent voices. She sat up, looking around. Her heart thumped dizzily against her chest. A man stood a few feet away, silhouetted against the pink and gold of dawn. He wasn’t looking at her but toward the voices. Blinking again, she followed his gaze but saw nothing but a vast field and, in the distance, the haphazard tops of a stand of pines. She was on a hill. . . . She returned her eyes to the man. He was tall and wide-shouldered, with a long, dark ponytail hanging down his back.

What’s going on? How did I get here? She didn’t remember a thing.

Then her sixth sense woke up, and she really saw him: a cacophony of colors, a spiked wheel of rage and despair. It hurt. God, it hurt. She clutched her hands to her head, gasping, and the rage withdrew, the spikes of the wheel turned inward, and the man shuddered as if he truly were impaled.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his tone tight and flat.

The other voices neared. Two men, one with untidy blond curls and a darker guy carrying a camera, appeared over the brow of the hill and charged across the lawn. Fully alert now, Marguerite bristled with loathing. There were always a few paparazzi in town, and she recognized these two. They were obsessed with Constantine Dufray, and—oh!

That’s who he was. God, he was beautiful. She had seen him before, of course—pictures aplenty and occasionally in person—but never this close. What presence the man had. It wasn’t just the gorgeous high cheekbones and the copper skin of his half-Navajo heritage or his graceful build. He radiated power—intense, a little frightening, and fascinating at the same time.

“Got you!” cried the blond guy. “What could be better? Murder was bad enough, but now you’re drugging and raping innocent women. You’ve had it, Dufray. Face it, you’re dead.”

“Sure am,” said Constantine Dufray. Marguerite ignored the photographer capering about and stared up at the rock star, wondering if he recognized her. She’d seen him now and then at the Impractical Cat, the restaurant where he hung out, and she’d done her best to read his aura, but he’d become something of a recluse lately. He’d had the most awful bad luck at some of his concerts—even riots where people were killed. Sure, he was one of Bayou Gavotte’s vigilantes, but would he try to murder his own fans? No way.

Go ahead, a voice said dully. Who’d said that? Not the reporter or his sidekick, and Constantine wasn’t looking at her but up at the crow, which had fluttered down to a branch just above his head. The colors that surrounded him roiled and churned, fizzled and spat. His aura stretched and reached out toward her.

Accuse me. Get it over with.

She hadn’t heard a voice in her head for years. It wasn’t one of her favorite experiences. In fact, it ranked right up there with her worst. But this wasn’t someone’s secret wish sent out involuntarily. This was a voice that intended to be heard.

She found her tongue. “What did you say?”

The reporter bent down and shoved his recorder in her face. “Tell us about it, love. All the gory details.”

Marguerite pushed his hand away. “I’m not talking to you.” She’d known a few people who projected their thoughts, particularly when their auras were in turmoil, but nothing as clear and directed as this. It seemed that the rumors about Constantine Dufray’s telepathic abilities were true.

Accuse me, the flat voice said again. That’s what you’re here for, so just do it. A maelstrom of bitterness and despair swirled around and above Constantine like a tight column of flame. The crow cawed loudly and skittered sideways along the branch. Marguerite knitted her brows, trying again to take it all in, and realized at last that she was on top of one of the Indian mounds, the only hills in Bayou Gavotte.

“Can’t let him get away with it, love.” The blond wasn’t an Englishman, so the pseudo-Brit endearment only emphasized his obnoxiousness.

Marguerite frowned up at Constantine. “Get away . . . with what?”

Come on now, girl. Didn’t he prep you better than that?

 “Prep me? I don’t understand.”

Constantine rolled his eyes casually, indifferently, but his aura writhed toward her, flickered and shuddered, its message utterly contradicting his behavior and making her head hurt again. Drugging and raping you, to be followed by ritual murder. His aura withdrew, and the pain went with it. It’s all right, babe, you can play your role. I won’t harm you, I swear.

Constantine had raped her? A brief terror ran through her, but she shook it off and cleared her thoughts. Somebody must have drugged her—but Constantine? She didn’t believe it. She fought away the last of the fog, blinking up at him and his aura. She sensed nothing of the predator in that whirlpool of emotions—only pain and anger, and an overwhelming despair.

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Barbara MonajemAUTHOR INFO: Barbara Monajem wrote her first story in third grade about apple tree gnomes. After dabbling in neighborhood musicals and teen melodrama, she published a middle-grade fantasy when her children were young.
Now her kids are adults, and she’s writing historical and paranormal romance for grownups. She lives near Atlanta, Georgia with an ever-shifting population of relatives, friends, and feline strays.

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R CJBAs a Redeemer, Reya Sinclair offers the soon-to-be-departed one last chance to atone for their sins. It’s a painful job, but it’s her only shot to secure her own salvation.

After his father’s murderer got away, Detective Thane Driscoll began carrying out his own brand of justice, even if it means compromising his soul.

Fate brings them together as they fight to uncover an evil plot. But when the time comes, can Reya sacrifice her own redemption to save Thane?

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ACT EKWhen Elisa Cardoso’s next photography assignment brings her face to face with sexy restaurant owner Brody McDermott, she can’t deny the delicious effect he has on her.

Getting the sophisticated shutterbug into his bed is on Brody’s menu, but when she starts making her way into his heart—big problem.

Can Brody find the courage to grab on to love before it slips away and Elisa leaves Trouble for good?

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ALL FIRED UP by Kate Meader

AFU KMAfter one crazy night in Vegas leaves her hitched to a sexy Irish pastry chef, Cara DeLuca wants nothing more than a way out of her sham marriage.

But she soon finds there’s much more to Shane Doyle beneath his farm boy demeanor. Shane’s one goal has been to connect with the family that doesn’t know he exists, but melting Cara’s icy exterior is a worthy distraction.

As the annulment date nears and long-buried secrets are revealed, Shane will have to fight for the one thing guaranteeing the perfect life he craves…the current Mrs. Shane Doyle.

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ENTWINED by Kristen Callihan

E KCEamon Evernight has always lived in his older brother’s shadow. But when his brother has the good fortune to be betrothed to a beautiful stranger, it’s Eamon’s help that he needs.

Eamon agrees to write the noble lady…a generous offer that will forever leave him a changed man.

Lady Luella has no interest in an arranged marriage, but the words her husband-to-be writes leave her aching for his touch. Will her desire run cold when she discovers the true author?

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UNSTOPPABLE by Shannon Richard

U SRMelanie O’Bryan knows former Air Force sergeant Bennett Hart is worth taking a chance on. Despite his heated glances and teasing touches, Mel senses there’s something holding him back.

Bennett’s just looking for peaceful and uncomplicated—until the spunky, sexy teacher turns his life upside down.

With memories of his past threatening to resurface, he’ll have to decide whether to keep playing it safe, or take the biggest risk of all.

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DELICIOUS by Adrianne Lee

D ALWorkaholic Nick Taziano wasn’t too thrilled to be reunited with promising chef Jane Wilson, but after one taste of her lips, nothing—not even her famous blueberry pie—compares.

Now Nick’s company has been hired to do Big Sky Pie’s marketing. How’s a girl supposed to bake the best pastries in town when he’s a constant reminder of their steamy chemistry?

Jane has no room for a man in her life, yet sometimes the most delicious dishes don’t follow the recipes…

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The Woo-Woo Factor. Or, Why I Write Paranormal. By Misty Dietz


When I first started thinking about which genre my debut, COME HELL OR HIGH DESIRE, should be categorized in, I knew right away that it didn’t fit neatly into one particular category, but that it was a full blend of both romantic suspense and paranormal. Hence, I call it a paranormal romantic suspense.

Since I’d spent a lot of time thinking about just this thing, when super chick bookworm Mel asked me ‘why paranormal?’ I thought it’d be easy to articulate. The truth is, the kernel for Zack and Sloane’s story grabbed me by the neck, shoved me up against the wall, and didn’t let up on the full body press until I’d bled the guts of the story out. And though it made me uncomfortable at times, I liked it.

Is that sick? LOL

I’ve always been fascinated with the paranormal. From my perspective, it just seems a little arrogant to think we know and understand everything about human perception. About life beyond our corporeal bodies. About what else might exist.

And yes, I’m a Christian. Catholic to boot. :)

I call this my woo-woo factor. I believe there is so much out there that we could see if we just opened ourselves to it. So much power within ourselves if we set aside our fear. I love the possibilities of more. More awareness. More senses. More life – in whatever form that takes.

Why are we so afraid of that which we don’t understand? Looking back, it has been what’s caused so much of the oppression in history – fear of otherness. Fear of someone or something having more power. Fear of not being on top.


Okay, I’m getting waaay off topic, but my point is that if we take the time to push through our fear and explore that which makes us afraid, most of the time we learn that there’s really nothing to be afraid of. How does that old, wonderful expression go, “there’s nothing to fear but fear itself.” I love that.

And I love woo-woo stuff. Even when it scares me. And so I write it. Because I have to – those are the stories that either whisper in my ear or rough house me. And because I hope that while I’m entertaining and whisking a reader to another place, I can also open their minds – even just a little – to possibilities. It’s a wonderful thing!

Huge thanks to Mel and the rest of the awesome gang here at bookwork2bookworm for letting me hang out here today!


So what about you guys? Do you dig the paranormal? If not, what’s your favorite genre?

At the end of this second phase of my blog tour we’ll be drawing the name for the prize winner. When I contact the winner, I’ll explain the type of character he or she will be naming.

Thank you so much for being here!

xo, misty ;)


“Her fingernails suddenly raked at her skull. “Lord! I almost forgot. We have to go back to Ann’s. She has a diary!”

            He swerved into an empty parking lot and swiveled to face her, blood pounding in his ears. “What are you talking about?”

            “Ann keeps a diary. We have to find it.”

            “You’re just telling me this now? You should have goddamn said something right away!”

            “Don’t you dare curse at me like that, you seismic jackass!”

            He had to get out. He flung the truck door open and strode onto the cracked asphalt. Her door slammed shut moments later, and within seconds she was wagging a finger in his face. “And don’t you walk away from me, either!”

            “Then don’t be such a damn shrew.”

            Color flooded over her cheekbones seconds before she punched him in the gut. Hard. An ancient fire lit up his nerve circuits and adrenaline had him widening his stance. His heart gunned.

            His groin tightened.

            And she was still shrill.

            “I’m not a shrew! How am I supposed to act in a situation like this? You think I’m enjoying this? I hate it! But unfortunately I have a conscience which would haunt me for the rest of my life if I don’t follow this through until we have some answers. You came to me and wanted to rule out the church first. Then with everything that happened, I forgot about the diary until right now. That clear enough for you, you—”

            Clear enough, honey.

            He vised her head between his palms and kissed her. He hadn’t meant to, but the moment her mouth opened to his, he was lost. Not breaking contact with her mouth, he wrapped one arm around her, his hand splaying across her ass, locking her hips against him. Her hands were in his hair, her hips grinding, driving him crazy. They feasted on each other’s mouth, tongues dueling, daring, seeking. He felt her fingers between their bodies, slipping underneath the waistband of his jeans, pulling at the hem of his shirt. Her fingernail scraped his abs and he groaned. She leaned away from his mouth, her eyes dead sexy. Liquid brown. He was gonna—

            A car horn blew, jerking him back to life. Back to the parking lot. He looked over to see a man in a black minivan at a stoplight giving them the thumbs up. He honked twice more, waved, and drove on.

            Sloane burst into a fit of laughter that quickly dissolved into tears.

            And that clinched it. He’d woken up this morning in some creepy-assed Twilight Zone.”

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Misty DietzAUTHOR BIO: Misty’s love affair with words started in middle school when she penned dark stories set in exotic locales she knew nothing about. In college, her boy-angst spilled over into disturbing reams of poetry.

After grad school, real life hit, and the writing went into hibernation until she found her own happily-ever-after with an ultra linear man who is the long-suffering counter-balance to her zig-zagging tendencies.

Now, she spends her days writing emotionally complex, adrenaline-fueled stories, teaching Zumba, enjoying her family and friends, and praying her children don’t come home with math homework.  You may contact Misty through her website, Facebook, or Twitter.

‘Prophecy Girl’ by Cecily White

PG CWSTORY: Amelie Bennett. . . . Ending the world, one prophecy at a time.

I was born to slay Crossworld demons.

Big black flappy ones, little green squirmy ones. Unfortunately, the only thing getting slain these days is my social life. With my high school under attack, combat classes intensifying, and Academy instructors dropping right and left, I can barely get my homework done, let alone score a bondmate before prom.

Then he shows up.

Jackson Smith-Hailey. Unspeakably hot, hopelessly unattainable, and dangerous in all the right ways. Sure, he’s my trainer. And okay, maybe he hates me. Doesn’t mean I’ll ignore the wicked Guardian chemistry between us. It’s crazy! Every time I’m with him, my powers explode. Awesome, right?


Now my teachers think I’m the murderous Graymason destined to bring down our whole race of angelbloods. Everyone in New Orleans is hunting me. The people I trusted want me dead. Jack and I have five days to solve the murders, prevent a vampire uprising, and thwart the pesky prophecy foretelling his death by my hand. Shouldn’t be too difficult.

Getting it done without falling in love. . . that might take a miracle.

REVIEW: As many of you know by now, I’m not a big fan of this genre and I did was a bit apprehensive about reading this book because of it. Never the less, I thought to challenge myself and try something new. I did that once before with ‘Interview with a Vampire’ by Anne Rice, which I liked and with Lydia Dare’s Westfield trilogy, which I thought of just cute. Those are the only ones I read in that genre and I had hoped this one would be similar to them.

In the end I found out that this genre is not something I enjoy much.

Don’t misunderstand, this was a fast [maybe even too fast for me] paced, somewhat entertaining and decently written story that would for sure appeal to everyone that’s a fan of this kind of story, it just happens that I’m not one of those, and frankly, that’s okay. We all have our preferences, likes and dislikes.

I found that the characters were well-developed and the book had plenty of action, romance and a lot of magic [which at times confused the heck out of me].

I do recommend it to all paranormal genre lovers, but if you’re not a fan of the genre, this might not be the book for you.

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‘My Vampire Cover Model’ by Karyn Gerrard

STORY: Life changed for Deanna Brooks the night she attended a book signing for her aunt’s best-selling paranormal romance series. There she met Burney ‘The Cover God’ Sheridan. The model for the series’ fictional vampire hero, Burn is beyond handsome and has an overabundance of Irish charm. He’s too good to be true.

Burn Sheridan, a man with scores of past lives, has a secret: he is a vampire. Meeting Deanna is agony because for the first time in over two hundred years, Burn experiences the rarest of vampiric needs—the mate-of-the-soul connection. Keeping people at a distance has been Burn’s existence for centuries, but Deanna makes his pledge of staying detached impossible.

Many obstacles lie ahead and the biggest of all may be Burn himself. Can Deanna and Burn overcome them and find lasting love?

REVIEW: What would our Halloween posting be without a review of some good ol’ paranormal romance?!

Karyn Gerrard‘s  ‘My Vampire Cover Model’ is such a great little novella, its perfect for this time of year!

You can grab a nice hot cup of coffee or warm apple cider and have a seat and an hour later you have read the entire book and it’s a great little break!

‘My Vampire Cover Model’ is a fun, fast paced, fluffy vampire novella.  It’s cute, engaging and altogether a pretty fun read.  Burney or Burn (LOVE the name) is our vampire hero who changes his identity occasionally to not become detected as a vampire.

For this particular moment in time he is none other than a romance novel cover model for a series of paranormal vampire stories…..very clever if I do say so myself. :)  While at a book signing with the author of the series of books he models for, he finds instant attraction, love at first sight, if you will, with none other than the author’s niece!

Deana is lonely and unaware of the stir she has caused in Burn when she first meets him.  See, he knows who she is to him but she certainly doesn’t. The chemistry between Burn and Dean is instantaneous and doesn’t keep the readers waiting long to combust.  It’s fun and its sexy; its great reading material for all us Paranormal fans!

If you are looking for a good, quick read that is not heavily laden with angst and misunderstandings this is the one for you!

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