Book Promo Feature – Out of Practice Aphrodite by S. E. Babin

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome S.E. Babin to the blog! She’s here to share about her book, Out of Practice Aphrodite (The Naughty Goddess Chronicles) If this book sounds like something you would be interested in, please find a buy link below.

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New Aphrodite HighRes_2 (3)Abby’s major screw-up brings the wrath of Zeus upon her head. He offers her a choice – work for him or spend the rest of her days hanging out in Hades with her ex-husband. For Abby, this choice is a no-brainer, especially when Zeus says the only thing he wants her to do is make a love match.

She’s the Goddess of Love. What could go wrong?


Abby stumbles into an ex-lover, a dead demi-god and the realization that a crucial relic has been stolen right out from underneath Zeus’ nose. Eris, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord, is behind the theft and murder and the faltering powers Abby is trying to keep secret. With Zeus breathing down her neck, she’ll need to keep her wits about her as she races against the clock and Zeus’ imposed two-week time period.

Of course, this is easier said than done. Not only is she struggling with a budding attraction to a sexy lawman and feelings for long-time friend, Hermes, she’s also trying to keep everyone out of the path of a vengeful goddess while saving the Earth and Olympus from the reign of a tyrant. What’s a goddess to do when the fate of the world rests upon her fashionable shoulders?

Out of Practice can be purchased:


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Bio – Sheryl has had a book in her hands pretty much from the time she could hold things with her hands. Her love of reading turned into a curious exploration to see whether or not she could write her own. Beginning with random, terrible poetry and a slightly popular reimagining of Beowulf’s Grendel in her high school English class, Sheryl spent way too much time in the library, killing any chance of her becoming a cheerleader or anything even remotely cool.

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Book Promo Feature – Tonight’s Desire by S. R. Roddy

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome S.R. Roddy to the blog! She’s here to share about her latest book, Tonight’s Desire. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.


Tonights_Desire-coverBlurb for Tonight’s Desire:

Surrounded by so much death Mia feels cursed. Afraid for her friends’ safety and in desperate need of a reprieve from life’s dangers she seeks solitude in a quiet cabin along the border of Canada. A chance meeting with two sexy werewolves and all her plans change.

Treated as outsiders by their family and pack twin brothers, Hunter and Cyril, long for a different life than fate has handed them. On leave after a long assignment they are stunned by the appearance of a woman whose erotic scent has their wolves howling to be released. A true mate, could the fates be that kind to the unworthy?

Desperate to win her trust they struggle against their own nature and their wolves desire to mate. Everything changes when a casual conversation brings to light the very real danger she’s in. As the clock ticks, they work together sifting through past events in an attempt to unravel any clues to her stalker’s identity.

Tonight’s Desire is available on:

AmazonUS  |  AmazonUK  |  AmazonCA 


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IMG_0114_2Author Bio:

Married with five children, three cats and one very large dog she lives happily in a small town north of Austin, Tx. She is an ordinary housewife who spends most of her day homeschooling her three remaining teenage children.

From a young age she discovered a deep love for books that has encouraged her vivid imagination and touched her romantic spirit. With the help and support of her family she spends her spare time writing with the desire to share her creativity with other avid readers like herself.

An avid reader, she will read any genre if she’s drawn to the story line. She enjoys a good mystery, but her true love is romance. It doesn’t have to be a HEA for her to enjoy it; at times she even prefers it not to be. Historical and paranormal romances have become her favorite over the years, each satisfying a need inside her to experience a new world and adventure.

She has a weekly blog that is titled Book Trailer Wednesday, where she picks an e-book for review based on its book trailer. She also maintains a Facebook fanpage with the same title that is dedicated to helping promote fellow author’s book trailers.

Every Friday she spends a few hours of her time doing shout outs and re-tweets of free and cheap books ($2.99 or less) as a way to support both authors and the reading community.

She’s the author of a total of five self published erotic romance stories spread out over three series.

Her first completed series is a contemporary romance that originally consisted of three short stories, which she recently combined into one book. Danes Family: The Complete Series follows the crazy romance of two brothers and the woman they love.

Her MacKay’s Series is an ongoing historical romance with paranormal elements. To date it consists of the short novelette, Love in the Mist, that inspired the series and its follow up story, Mists Through Time. Book Three in the series, To Embrace a Highlander is set for release in a few months.

In February of this year she released Book One, Tonight’s Desire, for her new paranormal series, Volkoff Pack. This series is set in an alternate timeline to our own, in which paranormal beings exist. Each story revolves around the lives of different members of a werewolf pack. Both Book Two, Love’s Forbidden Embrace and Book Three, Love Combined are set to be released later this year.

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Excerpt for Tonight’s Desire:

“Mia, you better get that cute ass of yours moving before they get here!” Hunter shouted from downstairs. She climbed out of bed in search of her clothes.

As she inspected the closet for something appropriate to wear, Mia realized she hadn’t brought enough clothes to entertain company. Her wardrobe consisted of two skirts, two dresses, and casual wear, things she wore around the apartment. The only exception, the few pairs of skorts Hailey threw in her bag. They were too short, so Mia refused to wear them.

Mia settled for her floral sleeveless dress and her black half jacket. In the dresser, she found the drawer donated to her bras and panties. She grabbed the top set, a teal thong with matching bra and dressed with haste.

Her undergarments were the only exception to her prim and proper wardrobe. The glide of silk and lace against her skin, Mia’s own decadent secret that no other soul knew. Until now, she thought with a blush. Curious, she wondered what the brothers thought of her secret wardrobe.

Mia giggled. For the last week, each day captivated her with a new and pleasant surprise. She hoped her life continued in that direction for a long while. After a year of bad luck, didn’t she deserve something good?

Ten minutes later, dressed in presentable attire, Mia ventured downstairs. The twins stood near the fireplace facing five of the most important men in her life, until now. At the moment, everyone looked irritated. Mia rushed down the steps, her goal, to defuse the tension in the room, only to trip at the bottom.

Crying out, she braced herself for a fall that never came. Confused, she stared up into Bryant’s dancing blue eyes. “Klutz…’ He managed to whisper before all hell broke loose.

The room erupted in growls from several directions. Staring, wide eyed she watched the twins’ eyes darken, then glow. A snarl ripped from their lips, a warning to their own brother. Bryant sniffed the air and turned to emit a growl from his own throat, a returned threat to Hunter and Cyr.

The volatile energy bounced around the room until Mia snapped. “Enough! This is ridiculous. You’re family. Now get your wolves under control, or I’m leaving!” She shoved Bryant, and he released his hold. Stunned at her outburst, silence emanated throughout the room.

Dmitri recovered first. With a chuckle, he grabbed Mia in a big hug. “Mia, sweet pea, you never cease to amaze me.” He kissed her on the cheek before setting her back on the ground. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you flustered enough to yell before. I kind of like this new you.”

Grigor got his hug, with a kiss to the top of the head. “Hi, sweet pea.”

Micah came next, with a brush of his fingertips along her cheek, he spoke in soft tones. “You are beautiful.”

When Bryant tried to reach for her again, Grigor grasped his arm with a negative shake of his head as Hunter growled. “I don’t think so, pup.” Hunter guided her out of Bryant’s reach and over to the chaise. Sitting down, he hauled Mia into his lap, his arms wrapped around her possessively.

“Bryant, just let it go. They fucked her anyways, so she’s ruined now.” Crispin spat viciously.

Anger emanated from Bryant’s body. Crispin’s verbal attack shocked Mia to her core. Wounded by Crispin’s words Mia watched in horror as the scene unfolded before her. Outraged at his brother’s attitude, Bryant planted his fist in Crispin’s face. The impact knocked him to the ground where he sat stunned. “If you ever speak about her like that again, I’ll do much worse, and that’s a promise.”

“Leave, you have lost the right to be here.” Micah commanded as displeasure rolled off him in waves.

Confused, Mia witnessed the look of sorrow that crossed Crispin’s face before his expression went blank. Her champion for years, his attitude made no sense. Why would he turn on her like that?

Grigor grabbed Crispin by the scruff of the neck as he forced him to stand. “We will discuss this later, for now it’s best if you leave.” Without a backward glance, he marched out the door.

Bryant moved to her side ignoring the growls from Hunter. He touched her cheek. “He will get over it sweetheart. His anger is directed at himself more than anything else right now, but that’s no excuse for the way he treated you.”

Her head throbbed, a precursor to the headache that fast approached. The situation, Hunter’s growls, the stress piled up. Annoyed, Mia elbowed Hunter in the gut. “Stop growling, he’s your brother for heaven’s sake!”

Hunter ignored Mia; instead his growls intensified. “Stop defending him.” He whispered in frustration.

Mia rolled her eyes. Men could be such babies. “Do I need to beat you with a newspaper like a bad puppy?”

Taking advantage of Hunter’s stunned state Bryant stole a quick kiss, then ambled over to where his father stood. Micah, too much like his sons, smacked Bryant upside the head. “Don’t antagonize your brothers.” He grunted.

Hunter pulled Mia tight against his chest. “You’re so getting spanked for that. From the look on Cyr’s face, I’d expect two spankings from him. One for that comment, and the other for not telling us you knew we were wolves.” He whispered in her ear.

Disgusted with his behavior, she voiced her irritation. “Of course I knew you were wolves. Your sister has been my best friend for ten years. As for the comment, I always threaten to beat Hailey with a newspaper.”

Dmitri, desperate to withhold his own laughter decided to start the meeting. “Mia, sweet pea, all though I’m happy to see you, I’m afraid today’s meeting isn’t a social visit.”

Book Promo Feature – Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels by R.A. Boyd

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome R.A. Boyd to the blog. She’s the author of  Hunted by Angels and Finding Angels. She’s here to share about her books. If either of these books sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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hunted2Book #1 of the Perry Series

“If I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah. We’re destined to be together. I despise him. He likes it. He can’t help it. He’s a demon. Figuratively and literally.”

-Perrian Ettis Haines

Perry is a succubus but has been living as a human. She’s had no choice. Once she marries Haines, the hottest and most annoying incubus around, her powers begin to surface. Then an enemy comes to call, but she has to invite him in. finding angels pic

She’s being hunted.

What a way to start out a honeymoon.

On Amazon:

Hunted by Angels  |   Finding Angels


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Hunted by Angels


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R.A. Boyd is a writer, and reader, of paranormal romance, horror and urban fantasy. She lives in Maryland with her husband, daughter and her massive collection of books. Seriously. Her books have their own room.

You can find her work in Tales of Blood and Roses and on She is currently releasing her novel, Hunted by Angels. The Line of Lilith books are soon to follow.

R.A. Boyd can be found:

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“I do,” I say sulkily as the minister asks if I take this man standing next to me to be my lawfully wedded husband.

“You could at least muster some kind of joy over this,” Haines says quietly as he squeezes my hand.

“Shut-up,” I snap at him.

For our friends and family attending our nuptials I have nothing but sweet smiles and kind words.  But for this d-bag, I have snark for days.

This is not the happily ever after either one of us was hoping for.  And Haines is certainly not the man I wanted to end up with.  But if I don’t have a holy union (holy my arse!) with him, all hell will break loose and blah, blah, blah.  We’re destined to be together.  I despise him.  He likes it.  He can’t help it.  He’s a demon.  Figuratively and literally.

Haines is a full blooded incubus, a male demon that feeds off the sexual energy of women.  I am the female counterpart: a succubus.  I also happen to be a cambion, a half-blood.  My mother is a succubus and my dad is human.  If I don’t marry an incubus who can tame my demon side, the part of me that craves sexual pleasure will take over and I could be a hazard to men I come in contact with.  The urge to stalk men and bed them while they slept would consume me, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself. What makes matters worse is that I can kill the men I have sex with.

“Oh my God,” echoes the blubbering voice of my Aunt Rita amid the silence as the minister says his final lines of the ceremony.  “She’s.  So.  Beautiful!” She sure loves to be heard.

Succubi, like me, tend to go after the same man over and over again to gain control over and then suck the life out of them. Then we move on to the next victim.  In fact, if I don’t marry a full incubus I won’t be able to stop myself from draining the life force of any man I have sex with.  And this is with protection!

The minister smiles as he presents us to the crowd sitting in the church pews.   “I now pronounce you husband and wife.  You may now kiss the bride.”

I turn to Haines and frown at him as he leans in and gives me a hard kiss on the lips.  “Could you be more of a dick,” I say quietly while everyone stands and claps for us.  “That hurt.”

“Could you be happy about something for five minutes?” Haines says through gritted teeth, grabbing my hand as a show of affection.

I look at him and scoff.  “Are you insane?”

Haines is one of the yummiest men I’ve ever laid eyes on: he’s just under six feet tall with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and dark hazel eyes that compliment his honey brown complexion perfectly.  His dark brown wavy hair is cut fairly close, but grown out just enough so that I can pull it when I get angry with him.  Trust me.  I’ve done it several times before.  He pisses me off daily.

When my mother found out that I had inherited her demonic genes, she contacted a soothsayer who did some witchy crap and found out that Haines was the man for the job.  Again, we are fated to be together.  There was a choice though.  Either marry Haines, apparently the only living, unattached incubus that has the power to help me control myself, or allow my need for sex and energy to take over.  I loathe Haines, but I don’t want to kill anyone.

Well, may be Haines.

Before we walk down the aisle, my mother stands up and addresses the crowd. “Please, everyone, listen for a moment.  Mr. and Mrs. O’Neil Haines…”

I roll my eyes. “God, you have a stupid name…”

“…will be joining us at the reception hall after they take formal pictures.  Please, head over to the hall and they will be there shortly.”  She turns to face us.  “Downstairs.  Now.”

Haines tries to take my arm and lead me down the aisle, but I pick up the front of my poufy white dress and walk off.  “I gotta pee,” I tell him over my shoulder.


“Come on, Perry,” my mother says through the bathroom door.  I’ve locked myself in.  A girl has gotta have privacy.

“Coming, mother,” I say sweetly, but I’m sure she catches the sarcasm.

I look in the mirror and see a not so blushing bride giving me the stink-eye.  My dress is your typical A-line fit with silver embroidery leading to the bottom in long flowery lines.  Since it’s late November, I opted to have a lace sheath that falls just below my shoulders added to the top.  My hair is pinned up with real diamond pins and real silver ribbon laced through it.  Haines may not be the man of my dreams, but my father is wealthy and this son of a bitch I just married is loaded.  I insisted we do this in style.  Why not?  I’m not paying for it!

The make-up on my face is sparse and flawless and my platinum tear drop earrings make my neck look longer.  I’m only five foot four and I’m not what you’d call petite.  I have wide hips, child bearing hips my mother calls them, not-so-small breasts and a complexion just a little darker than Haines’.  I’m a size 12.  Plus-sized model by today’s standards.  I’m beautiful.  Every succubus is.  Most men don’t want a demon that actually looks like a demon.

I eye myself in the mirror once more, unlock the bathroom door and snatch it open.  “Let’s do this!” I say loudly, as I walk toward Haines.

“You really do look lovely,” he says, looking at my breasts.

“Suck it.” I roll up my left lace sleeve.

“I fully intend to later.”  He knows that shit pisses me off.

“You’re disgusting.  Oww!”  My mother grabs my arm and makes a minute but deep cut just below my elbow.

“Knock it off, Perry,” she says, as she puts a small bowl under my arm to catch the falling blood.

“You could have gotten blood on my dress. I’m selling this bad boy on e-bay when we’re done.”

Haines takes off his jacket and rolls up his sleeve.  “Do you know how much I paid for that dress?”  My mother cuts his arm.

“I most certainly do.”  My arm is starting to heal.  Our union is already quickening.   “Aren’t we sullying the church by doing this here?  Why haven’t you burst into flames yet?  I mean, you are a demon,” I say, looking at Haines.

“The same reason you haven’t burst into flames yet.  You’re half demon.” Even though he’s being a dick, his deep voice is like velvet.

I lean into him and inhale deeply.  His scent is clean and warm.  “Dammit!  It’s already starting.  You did that on purpose.”  I feel drawn to him.  I can’t help it.  An incubus’ power lies in his sexual attraction.

He looks offended.  “Mrs. Haines…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Whatever do you mean?  I didn’t do anything.”

We’ve been married in the sight of God and now the blood-binding is kicking in.  As an incubus, he calls to me.  My body yearns, needs to be touched by him.  Until we consummate our union, I will want him more than anything and despise him just as much.  “Let’s just do it here,” I tell him.

“Absolutely not.  I’m going to take my time with you, little girl.”

“Eww,” my mother says.  “Join hands.”

Haines grabs my hand before I can protest.  My mother has soaked a thrice blessed sacred white ribbon in our blood.  She ties it around our hands and puts the bowl on the counter behind her.  “By the powers given to me, I bind thee.  Perrian Ettis Haines, I bind you to O’Neil Haines.  May you serve and tame one another.  Blessed be.”  She unties the ribbon and puts it in the blood stained bowl.

“That’s it?” I say snatching my hand out of his.  “I thought there’d be more to do instead of getting my arm cut.”

“It’s healing,” he says interrupting me.

“Shut.  Up.”  I check to make sure the cut is fully healed and then roll down the lace sleeve.  “Come on, husband. I’m hungry.”

At the same time, Haines and I both inhale sharply.  I look down at my hand that was tied with Haines’ to see the blood that was covering it, our blood, is now seeping into my skin.  He’s looking at me strangely.

Haines touches my hand and a flood of passion spreads through my body.  I shake my head.  “Knock it off.”  My voice is a little too breathy.

He comes to stand in front of me.  “You will stop telling me to shut up.  Do you understand, Perrian?”

“You two were made for one another,” my mother says over her shoulder, as she ascends the steps leading from the basement of the church.

“Curse your lips,” I scream.

“Do you understand?” he repeats.  He looks pretty pissed off.  “I am five-hundred and twenty-six years old.  To me, you—“

“Just shut up,” I tell him as I walk away leaving him standing next to the water cooler.  And for good measure, I turn around just enough to give him the finger.

Interview with Lorraine Pestell, author of the serial A Life Singular

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Lorraine Pestell to the blog! She’s here answer some of our questions and to share about two books of her serial novel, A Life Singular. If these books sound like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below.

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RPC – Tell us about your new release?


Lorraine – My latest release is the second in the six-part novel serial “A Life Singular – Part Two”.  It follows Jeff Diamond, a successful celebrity whose wife was murdered by a rogue gunman in Part One, as he pieces together his autobiography.  Its themes are love’s triumph over mental illness, making the right choices and the relentless passage of time.


RPC – Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world?


Lorraine – I have been very fortunate to have enjoyed a career which has taken me all over the world:  the UK, the US, various European capitals, Singapore and now Australia.  My two favourite cities are Glasgow, Scotland, and Melbourne, Australia, both of which are bursting with diversity and a healthy character that doesn’t hesitate to stick two fingers up at the rest of the world!


Melbourne has been my home for the longest period of my adult life, which indicates to me that it has become “home” to a certain extent.  However, I do not hold too much store in “home” being necessarily a stationary place, but more a state of mind.  I am still searching for my spiritual home.

RPC – Did you always had in mind to be a writer or it just happened?


Lorraine – I have always written, but my decision to become a bona fide author was only made about five years ago.  I have produced countless, lengthy business cases and systems specifications during my long Information Technology career, and before that, as a child growing up in London, I loved to dream up backstories to events I saw on the television news or about my favourite celebrities.  What drove people to do or say a certain thing?  What was going on behind the scenes in that person’s life?


As a sufferer of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, chronic depression is a constant and I struggle with suicidal tendencies on a daily basis.  Writing, along with my old dog, has become a vital escape through which I can inhabit a world that’s more accepting of who I am.


The story for the “A Life Singular” serial has been with me for almost 40 years, and it has changed a great deal as I matured and experienced the good, bad and ugly of life.  However, I woke up with a side-plot idea one morning, and since then I have not been able to stop!

RPC – Do you read reviews written about your book?


Lorraine – Yes, I am always fascinated to read people’s impressions about my books, whether favourable or not.  I’m lucky that I do not become disillusioned by negative comments, mainly because my writing has been under scrutiny for my entire career.  I do my best to understand the reviewer’s motivation for particular comments, and if I believe an improvement can be made, I will certainly adapt my style, characters or plot accordingly.


My goals for this serial are twofold:  firstly to inspire fellow sufferers of mental illnesses to rise above their symptoms and make a success of their lives; and secondly to encourage understanding, tolerance and support from non-sufferers for our efforts to live as ‘normal’ a life as we can.  Therefore, I always look for indications in my reviews as to whether I am succeeding in getting these messages across.


World Health Organisation statistics state that there are approximately 350 million people suffering from a mental illness in the developed world at any one time.  I have experienced discrimination and exclusion in all aspects of my life.  Therefore, in a sense, I’m looking to “preach to the unconverted” by using the universal appeal of a love story and society’s fascination with celebrity to reach a wider spectrum of readers who wouldn’t necessarily be interested in finding out about mental illness and how they could help.

RPC – Do you see yourself in any of your characters?


Lorraine – Absolutely!  Since my protagonist is also a sufferer of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, he obviously shares many traits and symptoms with me.  I am not a billionnaire rock star turned philanthropist (yet!), although I am a huge fan of volunteering and am donating sales proceeds from my books to two Australian not-for-profit organisations assisting children in need.


My intention while developing Jeff Diamond’s very complex character was to articulate in detail how different and unpredictable life can be for someone with a mental illness.  However, my overriding ambition for my hero is that he learns how to capitalise on the love of his life to conquer his debilitating symptoms.


I hope there is also something of me in Lynn, Jeff’s wife, in so far as I bring understanding and compassion to others as a matter of personal obligation.  In today’s world we are all encouraged to be independent, which is in direct conflict to how life really works.  We will all be far more successful, healthy and happy in an environment of interdependence, which requires understanding, tolerance and love for our fellow beings.


RPC – Are you a plotter or a pantzer?


Lorraine – I’m 80% plotter and 20% pantzer!  When I began writing the “A Life Singular” serial, I had no idea it would end up as six separate books.  All six parts exist already in varying levels of completion.  Parts One and Two are complete and published, Part Three will be available by June 2014 and the remaining parts will appear in six-monthly intervals.  This timing is deliberate, so that the story which spans fifty years will conclude in contemporary times.


I have written the final scene of Part Six, with the apocryphal words “THE END” after it.  I now have to fill in the gaps, the ideas for which are already partly plotted into each draft or safely lodged in a separate document called “Extras” J  This somewhat OCD-like plotting is partly the fault of my IT background, where everything needs to be logical and in the correct sequence.  Yet I give myself a 20% score in the pantzer column because I’m frequently surprised by where my characters take me once I start writing a scene!

RPC –  Did you do any research before start or during of the writing of the books?


Lorraine – Yes, I am always researching and fact-checking as I write, particularly around how characters interact and the locations and settings of each chapter.  Of course, for the mental illness theme, I am my own “lab rat”!  I also read very widely on the topic, to make sure I am not seen to be promoting any disreputable treatment or putting readers in harm’s way.


The most fascinating aspect of a fifty-year timespan is the change in how technology influenced our lives.  For example, the story’s earliest scenes are in 1972, before the age of mobile telephones, e-mail and the WorldWide Web; when air travel was beyond the reach of most people and flights took days instead of hours; and where answering machines and video cassette recorders were “high tech” household items.


Then in contrast, I am attempting to project forward to 2016 for the final chapters, where inventions such as Internet-enabled newspapers will be commonplace, all of which need to be taken into account when depicting interactions between characters.


RPC – Are there any particular books and/or authors that inspired you and continue to do so?


Lorraine – My favourite reading material comes from French literature between the 18th and 20th centuries.  Each part in my serial is linked to a particular classic novel, since the themes and issues brought to life in these books remain undeniably relevant for today.  For example, “A Life Singular – Part One” is based on La Rabouilleuse (The Black Sheep) by Honoré de Balzac and “A Life Singular – Part Two” takes inspiration from Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand.


I try to make sure I read a balance of fiction and non-fiction, but I am especially drawn to novels which deal with personal struggles and triumphs.  Love has been an elusive commodity in my real world, which leaves me to covet it in my fantasy world!


RPC – How important do you find the communication between you and your readers? Do you reply to their messages or read their reviews?


Lorraine – With the explosion of social media, there has never been a better time for authors and readers to develop close relationships.  It is undoubtedly time-consuming to keep the various channels flowing, particularly on top of a full-time job, but the benefits are clear and stimulating.


I love to hear from readers, whether face-to-face or via social media.  I always make sure I reply to any comments or questions, and like to leave comments on other blogs and Facebook pages.  I have participated in a “blog tour” and a “blog hop” recently, which has been very rewarding.


Finding out how readers perceive my characters is always interesting.  One former workmate hated my protagonist with a passion until three-quarters of the way through Part One, when she began to understand a little about what makes him tick!  Now she’s really looking forward to finding out more of his backstory in Part Two.

RPC – What are your thoughts on ebooks? (i.e. love them, hate them, wave of the future)

Lorraine – As a thirty-year veteran of the IT industry, I am an e-chick through and through, so much so that I become quite annoyed when I find out a new book is only being distributed in print.  The convenience of being able to “carry” an enormous number of books on a single device has enabled me to read much more, almost anywhere and far more cheaply.


That said, I was totally unprepared for the thrill and sense of achievement I felt when holding the first paperback copy with my name on the spine, my cover design and my words inside.  With an e-book, there is no sense of how “long” a book is, apart from the progress of the ball along the thin, blue line at the bottom of the screen.  Seeing my book in physical form, with dimensions and weight, gave me a rush of pride for the effort that had gone into creating it!

RPC –   Are you working on any other projects except writing, right now?


Lorraine – I recently returned to Melbourne after five years in Perth, Western Australia, which is the world’s most isolated city.  I will be starting another full-time IT management job in a few days’ time, signalling the end of my luxurious but not lucrative writing sabbatical!


As mentioned earlier, one of the other ways I motivate myself beyond the effects of PTSD is to volunteer my time to those less fortunate.  I am looking forward to starting this year’s mentoring with The Smith Family, which involves on-line and face-to-face chats with a student from a disadvantaged background.  The goals of this program is to encourage young people who lack progressive role models to consider staying in school and planning for university and / or a career, rather than facing the hopelessness of unemployment, early parenthood and even crime.


Because my protagonist’s life would have been turned around much earlier by organisations like The Smith Family and the School Volunteer Program, I am donating sales proceeds to these two charities.





<Scene setting:  Back home after the trial of his wife’s killer, Jeff’s daughter has gone to bed, and he’s left alone to contemplate the future…>


That night, safely back in their Melbourne apartment, the widower lay on his bed in the dark and resumed his own life sentence.  Running through his mind were all those years during which Lynn had helped him break out of the obsessive “now or never” anxieties which had gripped him in his teens, as a result of the betrayal and abandonment he had suffered as a child.  How long had it taken before he started to believe in the new mantra of “There’s always tomorrow” which had been bestowed upon him by his beautiful best friend?

Yet there wasn’t always tomorrow, was there?  García had seen to that.  Jeff had enjoyed a nice, comfortable twenty-year sabbatical from his old fears, but now the boy with the death-wish was back.  For the sake of his children, he knew he must rise above the despair somehow, or at least make a damned good show of doing so.  Ryan and Kierney deserved to think positive thoughts about the future, even if he had no interest in it.

Unable to sleep, the loving father quietly walked into the office to switch on his computer and then into the kitchen to make some coffee.  One of the e-mails Jeff had missed while away in Sydney was a summary of the various tribute records that were steadily being released by other prominent artists, all keen to acknowledge the influence Lynn had had on their careers.  Like her memorial service, the list contained virtually every chart-topping musician, including some from Africa and even a couple from China.

Once again, the grieving husband felt humbled by the love the world had for him and his departed dream girl.  He scoffed bitterly at his assistant’s request for approval for these projects to go ahead, and he typed a suitably restrained response to indicate that he could hardly put a stop to people expressing their grief, even though it might be seen to prolong it for everyone else.  Meaning me, he insinuated.

The list of senders’ names in his e-mail inbox also resembled a “Who’s Who?” of contemporary public life, and the boy from Sydney’s western suburbs still found himself affected deeply when being counted in their number.  All these Very Important Persons had taken the time to write to him about the death of his wife, to express support for the trial and to find out how he and the kids were faring.  He couldn’t decide whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.  He was grateful for their concern, but mostly wished he could simply disappear for the next six months, until the plight of his family had been relegated to the inner pages of the world’s newspapers and magazines.

The forty-three-year-old leaned back in his black leather executive chair and stared at the ceiling.  An eerie shadow of himself moving among the furniture, elongated by the angle of the illuminated desk lamp, conjured up chilling memories of the nights he would sleep, as a boy, behind the piles of contraband stacked up in his family’s living room on the Stones Road, unable to face the short journey down the corridor and past his mother’s bedroom door.

OK.  That was enough.  What had happened to Juan Antonio García’s mother then?  Why hadn’t she arrived off the boat in Sydney with her husband and sons?  Why did he even care?  Jeff shook himself out of this obsessive train of thought.  This runt of a man had killed his wife, and this evening he had received a life sentence to prove it.  The widower knew he must learn to accept the guilty verdict as justice.  Somehow.

So with what did society expect justice to furnish the partner of a murder victim?  The Queen had succeeded in removing one more killer from the streets.  Big deal!  There were plenty of far more dangerous criminals still roaming free, and with a much greater likelihood of striking again.  The Sydney Mafia remained alive and well, for example, Jeff had no doubt.

What would justice have meant to him, if he had been able to choose its form?  This was a tough one.  Definitely not financial compensation; a concept that never ceased to intrigue the intellectual when reading about other cases.  Was a couple of million dollars really going to ease the suffering after losing a loved one?  No amount of money could bring his children’s mother back, and the Diamonds had more than enough money as it was.  Their financial whizz-kid, Gerry Blake, had seen to that.

‘What do I want, angel?’ the widower posed to Lynn’s spirit.  ‘Are you there?’

He inhaled sharply.  Before he had even finished his second question, the tingling sensation in his chest made him jump.

‘Hey,’ he said.  ‘So you are there.  Christ, it’s good to feel you.  I’ve missed you.  He’s going down.  Did you see?  I guess you know that already.’

Again Jeff’s left pectoral muscle twitched, making him cry.  It was the end of one of the longest weeks of his life, and certainly one of the most difficult.  Kierney mustn’t hear him crying, he thought.  Not again.  She needed her sleep.

‘Come with me onto the balcony, Lynn, please,’ the bereft husband asked.  ‘I want to talk to you.  Our little girl’s sleeping.  She’s so beautiful, angel.  So, so beautiful.  Just like you.’

Grabbing his cigarettes and lighter off the coffee table, where he had left them with his keys, Jeff slid the glass door open and took a seat at the table overlooking the lights of the northern suburbs.  The traffic was still noisy, sixteen floors below, and there was virtually no breeze.  Smoking his first cigarette for a few hours, he concentrated back on the subject of justice.

However, within a second or two, inspiration was upon him.  Jeff was on his feet again, running through the apartment and back into the office.  He rummaged around in a few desk drawers until he found a small voice recorder, checking its batteries and testing it with a few choice swearwords to relieve some tension.  There were memoires to be captured for posterity.  How had Rose Milne described him and his beautiful best friend in her sentencing statement?  National treasures?

‘National treasures, my arse,’ he mocked the judge’s words, as he reinstalled himself on the balcony.  ‘Did you hear that too, baby?’

Jeff picked up what remained of his cigarette and rubbed his tattoo through his shirt.  How did one document a national treasure?  How would he do justice to Lynn’s story?  To their story?

‘D’you know what I want, angel?’ he asked into the chilly air.  ‘I want a long, lingering kiss that makes my insides burst into flames.  I want the soft skin of your naked body wrapped around me, intent on speeding things up while you’re urging me to slow down.’

The stinging was gone from his chest now, but it had been replaced by a dull but pleasant ache.  This peculiar physical reaction was most likely only generated by his own mind, but it was helping nonetheless.  The little, red light on the Dictaphone flashed regularly to remind him it was waiting for more.

‘I want our kids to have a mother and I want a friend to share my crazy ideas with,’ he continued, in tears once more.  ‘Is that too much to ask?  I don’t want a man to go to prison for the rest of his life.  How does that help the kids?  What sort of justice is that?  I want our daughter to continue on the journey you were taking her on, towards the lady she oh-so-nearly is, and I want our son to be able to swap tales of Olympic glory with someone who really cares.’

‘I want this endless torrent of words to pour into your detoxicating smile.  I want a reason to look at my watch ten times every hour when I’m away from home, to see how soon I can get away.  Jesus Christ!  I want to stop describing my self-pity and get on with doing all those constructive things we were right in the middle of, angel.  I want my level-headed wife to help me resist the temptation to ring our dark-haired gipsy girl every night, when she starts her law degree at Sydney Uni, to make sure she’s safe and happy, and that she still misses her papá.’

With his head in his hands, Jeff wept away the stresses of the last few days.  He was convinced he was being heard on some ethereal plain, although the beating of his heart was overpowering any other sensation just at this moment.  He carried on, sniffing back the tears and lighting another cigarette.

‘I want my patient and compassionate wife to remind me I’m being unreasonable and hypocritical, when I criticise our son for not coming home for Christmas, just because he wants to chase girls.  I long to perform again on stage with our family, and see you smiling with the joy I know it gave you.  The same joy it gave me.  And Jesus, Lynn…  I long to have more of those long discussions over dinner with Jet and Kierney about life lessons in humility.  That’s fucking justice, don’t you think?  We had those things, angel.  That’s what he took from us.  That’s what a guilty verdict should buy us.’

And those were the things the Diamonds would never receive from the Australian justice system.  This type of compensation wasn’t listed in the bound volumes of laws and legal practices he had seen in Judge Milne’s chambers.  Angrily, he switched off the voice recorder and let it drop roughly onto the glass table top.

Mañana, angel,’ he cast into the night air.  ‘Tomorrow I’ll start afresh.  I’ll write our life story, baby, and therein you’ll find justice.  En nuestra vida singular.  In our life singular.’


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Part One front coverA Life Singular – Part One


What do you do when you lose the one who gave your life meaning?  You write about it.  You tell the world how amazing it is to love and be loved by someone so special, what love helps you achieve and how it makes you stronger.

Jeff Diamond had built a life of influence, adulation and wealth by making the right choices for the right reasons.  He lived by the law of reciprocity, a lesson learned on the streets as a teenager with nothing but an unquenchable thirst for knowledge.  Plagued by the scars of a violent childhood, he created his vision and fought for it.  And once he no longer needed to fight for himself, he fought for others.

Yet when Jeff’s dream girl was taken from him and their children by the ignorant act of a jealous misfit from his own home town, the millionnaire realised just how far he had come.  Why had he succeeded when so many like him fail?  It wasn’t complicated.  The secret lay in the endless pursuit of love and wisdom; life’s two magic ingredients. 

Now Lynn was gone, he resolved to use his remaining days to account for their life in a way that would inspire young people to make his type of choice rather than García’s.

Then after their story was written, he would be free to go after her, to begin the whole incredible journey over again.  Everyone has a life singular.

One.  Unique.  Extraordinary.

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Blurb: Writing an autobiography on behalf of someone else presented Jeff with an interesting dilemma.  Did he make assumptions about what Lynn would have included, or should he restrict her contribution to direct quotes from her letters and diaries?  He had their kids to protect, and her parents…


As he worked through the huge amount of material available in the press about their life as it had taken shape, interlacing it with highly personal stories, the widower crafted chapter after chapter of memories, both happy and heartbreaking.  If this was to be a true account of their partnership, he owed it to the memory of his beautiful best friend to cover so much more than what was already on public record.


When it came to adding his own reminiscences of those early months, about meeting someone he already knew intimately, Jeff had no difficulty in recalling every single, vivid moment.  Entire conversations came back to him, sometimes word for word, rushing through his fingers and into the computer.


Photographs prompted him too, as did the treasured possessions that surrounded him, like the old leather jacket he had received on his twentieth birthday.  Lynn had left him shortly after that, just like she had left him now.  The pull of being together again was unrelenting, but Jeff hung on to the dream that their life singular would one day resume.  Once their story had been told.

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Book Promo Feature – Embrace the Mystery by Caris Roane

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Caris Roane to the blog! She’s here to share about her books. If these books sound like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below.

PictureMastyr Quinlan pursues the artist, Batya, with only one thing in mind but soon discovers that his desire for her is just the beginning of an earth-shattering affair…

 He doesn’t want a woman in his life…

Quinlan must keep Grochaire Realm safe from the enemy at all costs.  As ruler of his realm, a woman has no permanent place in his day-to-day existence. But when his lust takes him to Batya’s bedroom, he soon discovers he’s deep into a powerful experience that threatens to blow his life apart.  He wants Batya with a feverish desire that makes no sense in his logical, warrior world.  But when an ancient fae attacks Batya’s gallery, he launches into protector mode and soon finds himself embroiled — body, soul, and fangs — with a woman he’d only meant to bed a couple of times.

She has no desire to get involved with a mastyr vampire…

 Batya’s intense desire for Mastyr Quinlan stuns and baffles her.  She doesn’t want to be involved with the vampire on any level.  His sole focus of ruling Grochaire Realm has kept him from staying with one woman longer than the proud length of his fangs.  Besides, she’s built a life for herself in Lebanon, Tennessee as an artist and healer to the realm ex-patriot community. But when the ancient fae attacks Quinlan at her gallery, then attempts to kidnap her assistant, Batya finds herself catapulted into an astonishing adventure.  Even so, she works steadily to get back to her free-clinic and her painting, but how can she leave Quinlan behind when he’s commanded her like no other man ever has?


This book is number 3 in the series:

Blurb for series: Enter a world of blood-starved mastyr vampires and the rare women who can satisfy their deepest needs…

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Caris Roane, aka Valerie King, has published thirteen paranormal romance novels.  As Valerie King, she’s written over fifty Regency romance novels and in 2005, Caris Roane - Author Photo 2Romantic Times gave her a Career Achievement award in Regency Romance.

As Caris Roane, she also writes contemporary romance and has recently released her first contemporary, A SEDUCTIVE PROPOSITION.

Caris lives in Phoenix, Arizona, loves to write, really doesn’t like scorpions, and has two cats, Sebastien and Gizzy.

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From Chapter Two: Mastyr Quinlan, having survived an enemy attack because Batya healed him, has to brush out his long warrior hair. Batya helps him out…


Quinlan showered, washing out the mass of his hair twice then applying Batya’s crème rinse until he’d have a half-way decent shot at getting the snarls out with a brush.

Using her blow dryer, he scowled as he watched his damn hair fly around. Why couldn’t a vampire, especially a Guardsman, have some kind of preternatural power to remove snarls and dry his hair without electricity?

“Want some coffee with your ‘shits’ and ‘damn-all-the-elf-lords-to-hell-and-back’?” He met Batya’s reflection in the mirror, and saw a mug extended in his direction.

He shut the dryer off, turned around, and took the cup. “That bad, huh?”

Batya chuckled. She had dimples, two of them. Not deep, but they were definitely there, beside her mouth. He’d never noticed before, but then most of his seduction work had taken place at a distance.

“Turn around. I’ll work the back section.”

He didn’t hesitate, something that resonated deep in his brain as a serious warning of some kind, but he wasn’t sure in what way.

She picked up the brush he’d been using and started at the tips. He couldn’t even feel the tugs so he drank his coffee and released a sigh.

His thoughts turned to Grochaire, the realm he ruled. “I need to get word to my Guard, to warn them about what they’re up against. But my telepathy isn’t working through your shield and my phone got blasted by one of those wraith-pairs.”

“You can try my phone, but I can’t guarantee you’ll get through, not with the shield I have in place. Sorry, but staying alive has a priority here.”

He smiled because he couldn’t have agreed with her more.

She brushed through a long length, hit a snag and started working it. He could see her in the mirror, brow furrowed. He’d seen that look already, more than once just conversing with her. She had a seriousness about her that he approved of, maybe because it matched his own.

He sipped some more and watched her. She was a beautiful woman and tall, maybe just under six feet. He wouldn’t have to lean too far down to pull her into his arms and kiss her. She wore her hair loose with clips holding it away from her face.  She had strong cheekbones and a straight nose. Her chin was definitely fae, more pointed than a human’s would be, but exquisite.

He knew her ancestry, half-fae, half-troll, her genetics having fallen on the fae side. Realm-DNA did that when the species mixed. The offspring landed one way or another, the same if more than two lines made up the code. Genetics always picked a lane. He realized that he liked her looks, really liked them. “Have you ever done a self-portrait?”

She picked up another long hunk of his hair and once more started at the tips, working swiftly. “I don’t really do faces. I’ve always been into landscapes and the occasional still-life if the objects intrigue me enough.”

“Do you go out, snap photos of woodlands, that kind of thing?”

“Sometimes.” She stopped brushing and scratched her cheek with her thumb. “But more often than not I’ll get these rich images in my head and that’s what I’ll paint.”

“Sounds fae.”

She started brushing again, making quick work as he sipped his coffee. “Maybe. Probably. I don’t think about it. I just paint and let the spirit move me.”

He smiled. “The spirit, huh?”

“It’s a good earth-saying, don’t you think?”

“I suppose it is. So you like being here on human earth?”

“I do. In fact, I love it. I didn’t know what happiness or freedom was until I moved here.” She met his gaze in the mirror. “And I don’t plan on ever returning to the Nine Realms. The day that we made our treaties with the US, turned out to be the best day of my life…”





Book Promo Feature – Mercy’s Angels Series by Kirsty Dallas

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Kirsty Dallas to the blog. She is the author of several books, but is here to discuss her Mercy’s Angels Series today. If this sounds like something that you would be interested in, please find buy links below!

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Based in the fictional U.S town of Claymont, the Mercy’s Angels Series is a sequence of contemporary romance books that tackles difficult and emotional topics such as abuse, homelessness, prostitution and human trafficking.

Each book features in some capacity, Mercy’s Shelter for Abused Woman, hence the series title. The books can be read as standalones, but you will have a much more rewarding reading experience if you read from the first book, Saving Ella. The relationships between the characters develop and build over time, tying the books together and creating a journey of family, friendship and love.

Even though the topics are rather intense, each books promises to deliver passion, romance, action and even a few laughs, without destroying the integrity and reality of the harrowing subject matters.

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“Hate, to feel intense dislike or extreme aversion or hostility…Such a powerful word, such an intense emotion. To live without hate must be bliss.” ~ Ella Munroe

“Your scars might remind you of where you have been angel, but they don’t have to dictate where you’re going.” ~ Jaxon Carter

Fighting Back

“Only boys allow their woman to be jealous of other women. I’m a 2man Betty Boop, which means every other woman on the face of the planet is going to be insanely jealous of you.” ~ Charlie Cole

“You’re in charge here Betty Boop. If you want it…take it.” ~ Charlie Cole

Tortured Soul

An honorable man wouldn’t have touched, he wouldn’t have kissed her, and he most certainly wouldn’t be dreaming of tying her to his bed with a silk tie and licking every inch of her body. Fortunately for me, I was not an Tortured Soulhonorable man. ~ Braiden Montgomery

The Mercy’s Angels Series has been nominated for ‘Favourite Continuing Series’ by the Romance Readers Association in Australia.


Breeze Of Life is an Aussie roadtrip adventure featuring an Aussie surfing God, known as Harper Somerville, and his best friend, Bree Breeze Delany. Facing the very real and very frightening topic of cancer and depression, Breeze of Life might seem a little too daunting a journey for many. Don’t let fear hold you back from experiencing this 3romance though. This story is a celebration of life and encourages us all to live each and every day without fear or regret. It is filled with plenty of laughter, good friends, epic camping adventures, heaps of great music and one very hot scene in the back of an SUV. Breeze of Life is currently up for several awards in the Novel Grounds Bi-annual Literary Awards.

“I was ten years old when Harper stole my heart, and he would have it forever more.” ~ Bree Delany

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Kirsty Dallas is a born and bred Aussie who grew up on the beaches of tropical North Queensland. She migrated to the beaches of South East Queensland 1995, where she still resides to this day. Mind you, her tan is now a pale shade of white achieved after many hours in front of a computer screen.


Kirsty is not afraid to tackle emotional topics in her novels, like abuse, homelessness, cancer and depression.  However difficult and harrowing those subjects might be, Kirsty is careful to deliver a book full of passion and romance while maintaining the reality and integrity of those sensitive issues.


The Mercy’s Angels Series is based in the fictional town of Claymont and each book revolves in some capacity around Mercy’s Shelter for Abused Women. Saving Ella is book 1 in the series, Fighting Back is book 2 and Tortured Soul is book 3, which will be released February 22nd.


Breeze of Life is Kirsty’s only standalone to date. The story follows the journey of two best friends falling in love. Based on the East Coast of Australia, it features music, surfing, poetry and a pretty steamy scene in the back of an SUV.


Kirsty has two rules when writing. Rule one, “forget about being published, forget about ratings and awards, write simply for the love of writing”. And rule two, “be brave, don’t be afraid to traverse the path less traveled and don’t conform.” With these rules in mind, Kirsty’s books promise real, gritty and raw emotions that will leave you in a deep seated book hangover.


Tortured Soul, Mercy’s Angels Book 3 is scheduled to be released February 22ndand bloggers are welcome to join the Blog Tour hosted by Bookslapped. Sign up here


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Interview with Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar, author of Love Comes Later

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar to the blog! She is the author of Love Comes Later, and is here to answer some of our questions and to share about her book. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

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RPC – How would you describe your book in 20 words or less without using the blurb?

Mohana – Can a modern man, like Abdulla, or woman, like his cousin Hind, live in a traditional society and expect to find happiness?


RPC – How would my friends describe me in 20 words or less?

Mohana – Mohana never sleeps; that’s the only explanation for how she gets everything on her list done. She says it’s green tea but I think she may be a robot.


RPC –  Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world?

Mohana – Maybe Australia. It’s the one place I’ve wanted to go since 2009 but haven’t yet made it. Maybe I’d hate it, but right now, seems so exotic.


RPC –  What’s your current guilty pleasure?

Mohana – Sushi buffets. I love shrimp tempura rolls in particular. Could eat it until my stomach popped.


RPC –  How long did it taken you to write your current book?

Mohana – Three years, more or less, from the first word to when it came out as an eBook. Another two years before it appeared in paperback.


RPC –  Who is your favorite character in your new release?

Mohana – All my readers tell me now they wonder if every Qatari man they pass is like Abdulla (the main male character). He is loveable in his woundedness.


RPC –  Did you know the title before you started writing?

Mohana – The book actually started as “Waiting for Sunset” since there are so many references to Ramadan, which centers on waiting for sunset to break fast, and sunsets are romantic, seemed a good idea at the time.


RPC – Did you do any research before start or during of the writing of the books?

Mohana – I had so many Qatari beta readers help me get the cultural facts of this story right which was important as I wanted to give readers the feel of an insider culture, not a book written by an expat with my own stereotypes or assumptions.


RPC –  Your favorite books and author?

Mohana – I was so pleased this year when Alice Munroe won the Nobel Prize for literature because she has been a hero of mine for decades. Her prose is effortless; her stories surprise and sadden – which I resist – but I realize her writing such desolation is a kind of bravery.


RPC –  How important do you find the communication between you and your readers? Do you reply to their messages or read their reviews?


Mohana – Writers would be nothing without readers so I take readers’ comments very seriously. I reply to all blog post messages, tweets, Facebook messages, and incorporate review issues when possible.


RPC –  Have you ever Googled yourself?

Mohana – OMG I couldn’t believe all the photos of me that come up when you Google my name! Luckily they are author photos so official images.


RPC –  What piece of advice would you give to your readers?

Mohana – If you love a book, don’t only tell someone, tell everyone! Writing is such a solitary, mind bending experience, you’ll be rewarding the author for every recommendation you give.

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lovecomeslater(1)Love Comes Later

By Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar

Winner of Best Indie Book Award, Romance, 2013

Semi Finalist, Best Novel, eFestival of Words, 2013

Finalist, New Talent Award, Festival of Romance, 2013


“…a deliciously tangled plot and insight into life on the Persian Gulf.”

Kirkus Review
When newlywed Abdulla loses his wife and unborn child in a car accident, the world seems to crumble beneath his feet. Thrust back into living in the family compound, he goes through the motions—work, eat, sleep, repeat. Blaming himself for their deaths, he decides to never marry again but knows that culturally, this is not an option. Three years later, he’s faced with an arranged marriage to his cousin Hind, whom he hasn’t seen in years. Hard-pressed to find a way out, he consents to a yearlong engagement and tries to find a way to end it. What he doesn’t count on, and is unaware of, is Hind’s own reluctance to marry.

Longing for independence, she insists on being allowed to complete a master’s degree in England, a condition Abdulla readily accepts. When she finds an unlikely friend in Indian-American Sangita, she starts down a path that will ultimately place her future in jeopardy.

The greatest success of Rajakumar’s novel is the emotional journey the reader takes via her rich characters. One cannot help but feel the pressure of the culturally mandated marriage set before Hind and Abdulla. He’s not a real Muslim man if he remains single, and she will never be allowed freedoms without the bondage of a potentially loveless marriage. It’s an impossible situation dictated by a culture that they still deeply respect.

Rajakumar pulls back the veil on life in Qatar to reveal a glimpse of Muslim life rarely seen by Westerners.

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2013authorphotoMohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a South Asian American who has lived in Qatar since 2005. Moving to the Arabian Desert was fortuitous in many ways since this is where she met her husband, had a baby, and made the transition from writing as a hobby to a full time passion.  She has since published seven e-books including a mom-ior for first time mothers, Mommy But Still Me, a guide for aspiring writers, So You Want to Sell a Million Copies, a short story collection, Coloured and Other Stories, and a novel about women’s friendships, Saving Peace.


Her recent books have focused on various aspects of life in Qatar. From Dunes to Dior, named as a Best Indie book in 2013, is a collection of essays related to her experiences as a female South Asian American living in the Arabian Gulf. Love Comes Later was the winner of the Best Indie Book Award for Romance in 2013 and is a literary romance set in Qatar and London. The Dohmestics is an inside look into compound life, the day to day dynamics between housemaids and their employers.


After she joined the e-book revolution, Mohana dreams in plotlines. Learn more about her work on her website at or follow her latest on Twitter: @moha_doha.

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Abdulla’s mind wasn’t on Fatima, nor on his uncles or cousins. Not even when he drove through the wrought iron entry gate, oblivious to the sprawl of family cars parked haphazardly in the shared courtyard, did he give them a thought. Despite the holy season, his mind was still hard at work. Mentally he clicked through a final checklist for tomorrow’s meetings. I can squeeze in a few more hours if Fatima is nauseous and sleeps in tomorrow, he thought, rubbing his chin. Instead of the stubble he had anticipated, his whiskers were turning soft. A trim was yet another thing he didn’t have time for these days, though longer beards were out of fashion according to his younger brother Saad, who had been trying to grow one for years. Beard length. Just another change to keep up with.

Change was all around him, Abdulla thought. The cousins getting older, he himself soon to become a father. Abdulla felt the rise of his country’s profile most immediately in the ballooning volume of requests by foreign governments for new trade agreements. By the day, it seemed, Qatar’s international status was growing, which meant more discussions, more meetings.

He slid the car into a gap in the growing shadow between his father’s and grandfather’s houses. It would have to serve as a parking space. The Range Rover door clicked shut behind him as he walked briskly toward his father’s house, BlackBerry in hand, scrolling through his messages. Only then did the sound of wailing reach him, women in pain or grief, emanating

from his Uncle Ahmed’s house across the courtyard. He jerked the hands-free device out of his ear and quickened his pace, jogging not toward the majlis where the rest of the men were gathering, but into the main living area of Uncle Ahmed’s, straight toward those unearthly sounds.

Book Promo Feature – A Tarnished Knight by Kathy Otten

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Kathy Otten to the blog! She’s here to share about her book, A Tarnished Knight. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find some buy links below and pick up a copy or two!

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ATarnishedKnightFleeing her abusive husband, Victoria Van der Beck is captured by down-on-his-luck bounty hunter, Ryder MacKenzie. As she comes to love this man who hides his face in shadows, she wonders if he could be the valiant knight for whom she’s been longing. Is he the champion who would save her from the evil prince, or is MacKenzie just a paid lackey determined to return her to her husband?

Ryder MacKenzie never believed anyone could love him, for he was cursed the day he was born. He only wants to be left alone to live on his ranch in peace. But rustlers have stolen his cattle. He’s been ambushed and his horse killed. Now his one chance to get his life back is to simply return a society princess to her husband. Maybe his luck is about to change. At least she isn’t pretty

A Tarnished Knight is available on Amazon
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KathyAboutAbout the Author:


Kathy Otten is a working mom who lives in the open farm country of western NY with a husband and three college age kids.

She grew up in a small Vermont farm town where her parents owned the general store.  Her mom collected antiques and her dad loved the old movie cowboys.  Consequently, she and her brothers grew up watching  Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, and John Wayne on TV, and visiting places like Old Sturbridge Village and the Shelburne Museum.  Always a nut for horses, her parents gave her a Quarter Horse mare and she had horses in her life for the next thirty-four years.

Kathy can be found:

Website  |  Twitter  |  Facebook

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The peacefulness of Ryder MacKenzie’s home settled into her soul with every breath of air she drew, soothing the restless need to run that had consumed her since she’d hit Nicholas with the whiskey bottle. When she wandered back to the cabin, she expected Ryder to be in bed, but he was still in the tub, his knees drawn up, pale and knobby, his head resting on the rim.

She grabbed Beau by the scruff of his neck and shoved him outside closing the door with a sharp bang.

Ryder jerked upright, sloshing water over the sides.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll come back.”

“No.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “I’m done. I just want to wash my hair.”

“I can do it for you.” Before the words were out of her mouth, she questioned what part of her brain they’d come from.

Maybe it was because Ryder was safe, and this was a chance to physically connect with a man on her own terms, without fear. Maybe she needed to satisfy the curiosity that had taunted her all week, urging her to explore the body of this man she desired.

But maybe it was simply because he was Ryder MacKenzie, and in his own determined, unassuming way, he’d touched her heart and become her hero, and there would never again be a man she so ached to know.

Book Promo Feature: Blonde Pussy Champagne by Melissa Markwell

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Melissa Markwell to the blog! She’s here to share about her latest book Blonde Pussy Champagne. If this sounds like the sort of book you would enjoy reading, please find buy links below.

Front Cover BPCSynopsis:

“Following an unexpected detour and a failed blackmail attempt earlier that day in Charlotte’s office, Melissa returns home to yet another blazing row with Emz, her long-time and long-suffering girlfriend.

That same night, and against Melissa’s direct orders, Emz plans to turn the tables with a fun-packed detour of her own with Stacey, her hot blonde date for the evening.

Imagine Melissa’s surprise when Stacey turns up on her doorstep shortly after Emz leaves.

Things take an even more bizarre twist when Emz finally returns home worse for wear in the early hours of the morning. Melissa greets her with all the sordid details of her no-holds-barred encounter with Stacey. Emz swiftly counters it with news of her own adventures from that evening. With Melissa in a rage, Emz is forced to spill and ultimately pay a heavy price for her actions.”

Warning: For 18+ readers only. Includes: explicit lesbian sex and seduction, strong language, verbal & physical abuse, coercion, humiliation & discipline. It’s a typical fun-filled night for Melissa, where typically anything and everything goes.

Blonde Pussy Champagne is available on:


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Bio : I’m Melissa. I’m 22… I live in London (yay!)… and I love making out with girls… partying… dancing… Smirnoff Ice… making my girlfriend/s insanely jealous… and (most of all) I love being me and I absolutely love being a real dirty bitch.

Basically, I’m the girl your parents warned you about, only much much worse.

So lay back, relax & enjoy yourself while you read my stuff. And as you’re doing that, I’ll take you gently by the hand and drag you giggling & screaming into the hallowed depths of uncensored debauchery & depravity… and maybe to a few other places you’ve never visited before.

And by the way, you can get hold of the first 5 books in the series (listed below) for FREE at my website – – featuring: “The Insane Real Life Adventures Of an Out-of-Control Girl-Loving Slutty Hot-Ass Dirty Nympho Bitch…” – including:

#1: The Action Starts Here
#2: Girlfriend (in a threesome)
#3: The Bitch and The Curse (Part 1/3)
#4: The Bitch and The Curse (Part 2/3)
#5: The Bitch and The Curse: The Climax (Part 3/3)

Better still, you can read them any time on your iPhone, tablet or any other mobile device you have. Yay!

They cover the 18 hour period leading up to my very latest adventure, in Blonde Pussy Champagne! – so whatya waiting for?

You can also hang out with me & hit me up anytime @

Facebook  |   Twitter  |  Pinterest Blog

Drop by and view my movie link

“An intense erotic tale of lesbian sex and seduction, and with copious amounts of coercion, humiliation, deception, discipline, punishment & domination thrown in for good measure. It’s definitely more akin to “50 Slaps” than “50 Shades”! — PP.

Book Promo Feature – Big Sky Brazen by Dawn Luedecke

Romance Promo Central is happy to welcome Dawn Luedecke to the blog! She’e the author of Big Sky Brazen. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find a buy link below and pick up a copy!
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After she discovers a cut fence and her horses missing, DeEtte hunts down the dirty outlaws who took the herd from her ranch, only to find things aren’t as they seem. John, the man who stole her horses and her heart, must now prove he is indeed as innocent as he claims — a task that makes it difficult for him to woo the headstrong woman.
Two-timing outlaws, deadly secrets, and finally DeEtte’s ability to find danger in any situation challenge his love and determination. John needs to settle his score with a man from Texas, protect DeEtte not only from murderous outlaws but from other suitors, and meanwhile convince her he’s trustworthy enough to marry.
Can he clear his name and at the same time keep her from running head first into a range war and possible death?
Big Sky Brazen is available on Amazon
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A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much time as she can working on her current manuscript.
Dawn can be found at her website