5 Fathers Blog Tour

Five Fathers
Kate Morgan
Publication date: March 23rd 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Sin or piety.
Those are the two things I’m choosing between when I walk up those stone steps and into the church. Heaven or hell. Pain or pleasure. But sometimes, pleasure brings more hurt than pain.
I’ve learned my lesson the hard way and that’s why I’m doing this, giving up everything I know and love for a whole new life. A life dedicated to something, someone, other than myself.
The thing is, sometimes fate has other ideas.
Out of all the churches in town, I picked this one. This building with its vaulted ceilings and stained glass and all its secrets.
This building that houses them.
My five worst sins.
My five most awesome pleasures.

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Excerpt

"Mrs. Carroll," Hawke says, setting me down suddenly and grabbing the edges of my shirt.  He jerks it back into place and covers up all my bits.

"Father Dell used to ... set a box outside this door to collect donations for the homeless," the woman said, staring, not at the giant man in the body armor and guns, but at me.  Me!

I try to move, but Hawke tightens his grip, the muscles in his arm bulging and tensing like steel.  I can hardly even breathe. But having that big, solid form behind me is... exhilarating. Hawke smells like leather and musk and man.

"Yes, well, that's an excellent idea," he grumbles as I stand there like the typical mob-daughter that I am.  Here is a person, unconnected to all of this shit, and I'm not screaming or calling out for help. Because back home, all that would do is get the old woman killed.

At least, that's what my father would do.

"We'll ... look into that," he continues, reaching past me with a big hand, and slamming the door closed in the old woman's face.

"Your cover is fucked," I breathe, but Hawke just grunts and lets go of me before putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him.  His eyes bore into mine as I swallow past the lump in my throat. I look up, up, up at him and wonder if this is the moment where it all ends. "So, are you going to kill me now?"

"Kill you?" Hawke asks with a long exhale.  "Not exactly."

He steps back and gives me a look, propping his hands on his hips.

"Not ... exactly?" I choke out as our gazes meet and a hot thrill takes over my body.

"You have two choices here, Natalia: let us take you to the nunnery ... or stay here."

"And if you do go to the nunnery," Arsen says, grinning maniacally, "you best be careful.  We have agents there, too. And they'll be watching."

"Agents?" I ask as Hawke looks me straight in the face.

"If you stay here, you also have two choices," Hawke continues.  "Wait us out until we finish what we came here to do ... or let me teach you."

"Teach ... me?" I ask as Hawke sucks in a breath.

"Dude, are you serious?" Colt asks, storming over to us and looking between me and Hawke like he's crazy.  "Just let her go, man!"

"I can't let her go!' Hawke roars, and my skin erupts in goose bumps.  "I can't let her go now."

"She doesn't know anything," Colt says, sounding exasperated.  "Let her walk, man."

"She knows enough," Hawke responds with a sigh.  "And she's his daughter. I ... can't let her go."  He stares at me, and I imagine that in a different scenario, hearing those words--I can't let her go--would be a breathtaking experience.

"So ... my choices are go to the nunnery or ... you really are going to kill me?"

"You can stay here until we're finished with our mission.  And then we'll let you go. But, if you stay, consider signing on with us. After that life you've led, you'd be a perfect candidate."

"This is ridiculous!" Colt shouts, throwing up his hands and pacing a short, wild rut in the floor.  "You can't hire her."

"She's perfect," Arsen says, slinking up behind Hawke and taking a seat on the edge of the table.  "With all the shit she must know."

"I'm willing to hire you to be a part of my team," Hawke says, "but you'll have to be willing to work."

"Work for ... what?" I ask and he gives me a tight smile.

"If you joined our team, your life would change forever.  I'll give you a rundown, and if you think you're up for it ... we'd love to have you."

"Hear that?" Arsen smirks.  "We'd love to have you."

Blinking at the group of men in front of me, I have a bad, bad feeling about this.

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The magician's workshop blog tour

About the Books:

The Magician’s Workshop, Volume One

Authors: Christopher Hansen, J.R. Fehr
Published by: Wondertale, California
Publication Date: November 8, 2016
ISBN: 1-945353-11-2
ASIN: B01MQGHGBH
Genre: Coming of Age, Fantasy, Magic
Ages: 12 and up.
Length: 85,000 words / 290 pages


Book Links:
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Synopsis:
Everyone in the islands of O’Ceea has a magical ability: whatever they imagine can be brought into existence. Whoever becomes a master over these powers is granted the title of magician and is given fame, power, riches, and glory. This volume of books follows the journey of a group of kids as they strive to rise to the top and become members of the Magician’s Workshop.

Layauna desperately wants to create beautiful things with her magical powers, but all she can seem to do is make horrible, savage monsters. For years she has tried to hide her creations, but when her power is at last discovered by a great magician, she realizes that what she’s tried to hide might actually be of tremendous value.

Kai just wants to use his powers to have fun and play with his friends. Unfortunately, nearly everyone on his island sees him as a bad influence, so he’s forced to meet them in secret. When one of the creatures they create gets out of control and starts flinging fireballs at their town, Kai is tempted to believe that he is as nefarious as people say. However, his prospects change when two mysterious visitors arrive, praising his ability and making extraordinary promises about his future.

Follow the adventures of Kai, Layauna, and a boatload of other characters as they struggle to grow up well in this fantastical world.

The Magician’s Workshop, Volume Two

Authors: Christopher Hansen, J.R. Fehr
Print Length: 273 pages
Publisher: Wondertale
Publication Date: November 22, 2016
ASIN: B01N988TW7
Genre: Coming of Age, Fantasy, Magic
Ages: 12 and up.


Book Links:
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Synopsis:
Return to the world of The Magician’s Workshop: Where Dreams Become Reality.

In Volume Two, the Festival of Stars has finally arrived, and the Color Ceremony is about to commence. As children from all over the islands gather to stand before a puller, one question remains: who will have a Color, and who will be found void?

Rejoin your favorite characters as they step forward and receive a label that will have the power to dramatically alter the course of their lives forever.

About the Authors:

Christopher Hansen

The first glimmering Chris Hansen had that there was far more to reality than he had ever imagined occurred six days after his ninth birthday. “Christopher!” cried a wise, old sage. “Life is full of deep magic. Miraculous things happen all the time and all around us, if you know where to look for them.” Full of expectation and childlike optimism, Chris began searching for this magic, prepared to be surprised and amazed by it. And he was: he found Wonder! Now he’s chosen to write stories about it.

J.R. Fehr

When J.R. Fehr popped out of the womb, he knew there was more to the world than the four boring hospital walls that he was seeing. “Zango!” his newborn mind exclaimed as he saw people appear and disappear through a mysterious portal in the wall. As a child he found life wowtazzling, but as he grew older the cold water of reality hit him, and the magic he once knew vanished. After spending some wet and shivering years lost in a joyless wasteland, he once again began to see magic in the world. He writes because the Wonder of true life is far grander than anything he ever thought possible.

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Romance and Erotica Reader Appreciation Giveaway

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How To Catch Crabs - Demelza Carlton

I smelled smoke faintly on the wind and knew Mum wasn't the only one brewing up a morning cup of tea.  

When my basket was empty, I slipped under the lines of washing until I reached the outermost rank. A quick touch told me that these were far from dry, so I returned to the lean-to laundry to finish up the last load of boys' clothes. I'd already scrubbed these once, but they were so dirty, I'd given up and decided to soak them for longer.  

I wound them around the copper stick – actually an old cricket bat of Dominic's – and dumped the mess into the rinse water, praying that I wouldn't have to scrub them again. It wouldn't kill the boys to wear grey shirts to school, especially after they'd turned them that colour.  

I shoved my arms into the tub of water, weaving my hands between the shirts and shorts in an effort to untangle them. The smell of smoke intensified as I touched the bottom of the stone tub. No, this wasn't the clean, sharp smell of burning jarrah from a neighbour's chimney. This was the fug of tobacco that shouldn't be anywhere near my laundry.  

"Nick, if you're smoking again, I'll tell Mum!" I hissed, glancing over my shoulder. 

The masculine silhouette in the doorway was too muscular to be my fifteen-year-old brother. As if to demonstrate this, he removed the cigarette from his lips and blew a stream of smoke at the ceiling. "Who is this Nick, streghetta? Your brother, I hope." 

Giorgio's deep voice stopped my heart for a moment, before it stuttered back to beating. How could one man have such an effect on me? I only hoped he didn't notice.  

"None of your business," I snapped. "What are you doing, trespassing here?" 

He laughed softly. "I am driving my sister-in-law to see her friend. My brother didn't trust me to mind his shop, so he gave me his wife and truck instead. So, this friend. Is she your friend, too? Or your sister, perhaps?" 

"My mother. And my father is pruning the grapevines, but he'll be back for lunch any moment, so you should get out of here and leave me to my work." I deliberately turned my back on him, concentrating only on the task at hand. I willed him to leave. 

"But you have bewitched me, streghetta. I've thought of nothing and no one else since I met you in the market last week." I heard the crunch of footsteps on the hard-packed clay as he entered the lean-to.  

He's right behind me, but I won't give him the satisfaction of paying him undeserved attention, I vowed, lifting a shirt from the suds so I could scrutinise it for stains.  

Something warm touched my neck and I dropped the shirt with a splash. Whirling around, I glared at Giorgio. "How dare you touch me without my permission!" 

"This new fashion of short hair drew my eyes to your neck, as I'm sure you intended, and I could not resist you, streghetta." He touched two fingers to his lips. "Your neck tastes of soap and salt, the products of your hard labour. Do your lips taste sweeter?" 

I drew in a sharp breath to shout at him again, but he seized my shoulders and kissed me. His lips were warm as he took me by surprise, taking advantage of my open mouth to mingle his breath with mine, before his tongue darted in to dance. It was a kiss that spoke of passion, longing and a desire for more as his body pressed mine against the sink. He tasted of ash and smoke, coupled with the warmth of a fire that could melt even the iciest heart. Even mine, I realised, as my knees weakened. I groped for the sink behind me to stay on my feet and my fingers closed on the copper stick.  

Deep Focus: Young Hollywood Book 1 by Madisyn Ashmore

I laid my head back across the couch and kicked my feet up over his strong thighs. My foot brushed across his lap as I stretched. I felt the hardness already forming in his pants, his bulge pressing towards me.

“Your parents, do they still live there?”

My chest tightened. I hated telling this part of my life story because of the pity it elicited from friends and strangers alike.

“My parents died in a car crash when I was fourteen. I went to live with my aunt after that. We’re not close.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“No, It’s okay. I was sort of a wild teenager, so I don’t blame her. But anyway, we don’t really keep in touch much anymore.” I paused. “Like I said, it’s complicated.”

He rubbed the soles of my feet and traced his fingers along my calves. My muscles relaxed against his firm touch. As he drew circles on my skin, an intense warmth washed over my body.

“I think LA is the place where outcasts, misfits, and lonely people come to find their soul.” He breathed the words like the they were meant for only himself. He looked surprised when my soft voice echoed a reply.

“Was that true for you? Did you come to Los Angeles searching for your soul?”

He thought quietly for a moment before his husky voice deepened. “I came here running. Running away from a past that…” His voice broke off. “I came here searching, and to start a new life.”

“And did you?”

“I found that money wins a lot of friends, but not the kind that you can count on forever. I’ve had a lot of women keep me warm at night, but none that would’ve stayed if all this vanished.” He gestured to the expensively decorated room around us, an ornate display of his opulence and wealth. For the first time, I saw the crack in his facade and the real Oliver Tate emerged.

“What was your life like…before.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “Before all this.”

“Not now, Scarlett. It’s long and boring and not worth discussing.” He shifted on the couch and breathed a heavy exhale.

There was still so much about Oliver Tate I didn’t know. With every detail I discovered, a thousand more secrets loomed in the distance. I wanted him to release to me and tell me every broken and damaged part of himself. I could take it. I could take it all.

He laid back, his youthful face glistening with a mist of perspiration. I ran my fingers down the front of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning him, exposing his ripped abs, slick and steamy. His fingers gripped my arm, pulling me up to his face as he sucked and kissed my delicate lips.

I ran my hand along his pants, the heat spreading from his dark denim. My fingers grasped the stiff metal zipper, his rock hard warmth burning into my touch. He swelled as my hand grazed him…

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International Author Day

It's been a little while, mostly because I've been away on holiday. Although I have done quite a lot of reading in the mean time. New reviews soon. I did want to take part in the International Authors Day blog hop from Book Reviews.

But who to choose as my author to highlight? You may remember last year I reviewed a number of books by the wonderful P.B.Ryan, the Nell Sweeney Mysteries. So I thought that it might be a good time to mention the great series again as a bit of a 'thank you' for P.B Ryan for writing them.

If you're looking for a great read, then I really recommend you check them out. Need a bit more convincing? Then check out my reviews.

Thanks for stopping by and don't forget to check out the other blogs taking part and enter the competition at the bottom.

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