Friday, April 25, 2014

JUDE THE FALLEN

It’s been a long wait over the past year, but we can finally come down off our tenterhooks and breathe a sigh of relief. Jude, the second of The Fallen Series, is here! Pick it up and see where Jude’s journey takes us!

Blurb
Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.
“Remember, angel, all ways in the end return to Me.”
Jude knows pain. He feels it with every inhale and exhale of breath. It is a constant on his mind and on his skin; a reminder of the depth of his disobedience. And his cruelty. With his fall from grace, he walks the Earth with his brothers, their steps set on a shadowed path to redemption, killing demons in His name. The angel of Vengeance may not have his wings, but he still burns.
Coriander Rhodes finds things. The intrepid little archaeologist sniffs out relics buried for eternity with the determination of a bloodhound and the arrogance of the devil. Her brash nature and bold tongue keep the big angel on his toes, inflaming and infuriating him at the same time.
When danger strikes at the heart of the angels’ inner circle, Jude discovers he is faced with a task far greater than he has ever known. The light must be protected at all costs, in all of its forms. The ultimate evil has a plan, and with the most innocent among them at stake, Jude knows he’ll finally have to face his sins and meet the pain in his soul dead on. Coriander’s touch is the only thing that soothes, but is it enough to make him whole? Can she help him work through the pain long enough to remember his faith, or will he be forever…fallen?

Jude in all his glory!


Excerpt
Jude stared at the blinding white of the bathroom tiles, gleaming back at him with their pristine cleanliness. There was a reason he was here, a reason he stood at the threshold of the doorway with the small blade in his hand. It was a steely and dangerous little thing he’d nicked from Elijah as soon as they got here. He missed the obsidian dagger. He hadn’t realized how much. The Almighty had seen fit to take it and transform it into a demon-killing sword that belonged in the hands of Lucius. Now it was gone. Much like its previous owner, lost to him in every way. Coriander belonged to the dark-haired Alex and the little girl. He didn’t belong to anyone.
The tremor started in his foot and worked its way up his leg, urging him to take the step into the bathroom, but he could not make it move. His vision warped and tunneled outward, and the bathroom rippled, beckoning him to breach the door jamb. Seeing her walk through the door had ripped open every wound he thought had healed. And even though she had made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with him when she left, there was the tiny, hidden part of him that held on to the memory of his lips on hers. Because there had been no pain.
Everything hurt. All the time. Touch was agony. But when his lips met hers, the expected jolt never came. She had been hot and sweet, and the release from the pain had been instant, snuffed out like a candle. And when she shot him, it all came back. If he were honest with himself, he could admit to being grateful for the slug to the leg. He was so used to the constant and ever-present ache in his body and bones, and the sudden reprieve at Coriander’s kiss had thrown him for a loop. The gunshot simply grounded him.
Now she was back in his life, all guns and fire and fierce beauty, with a boyfriend and kid in tow. And here he was, back in this never-ending ritual of pleasure-pain that kept him in a perpetual vacillation between guilt and despair.
No. He was done with this. Never again.
Jude dropped the blade to clatter on the tile floor of the bathroom and turned on his heel. There were other ways to deal with this problem. It was time to drink.

Where do I find out more about the authors?
Tara Stogner Wood
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/twoodwriter?fref=ts
Blog - http://tarasphere.wordpress.com/
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Tara-Wood/e/B007PK4W1Q/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1396728333&sr=8-1-fkmr0
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/violetsmom21/

Lorecia Goings
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/lorilorigogo?fref=ts
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_2?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Lorecia%20Goings&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
Pinterest - http://www.pinterest.com/lorilie78/

And where do I get my hands on Jude?
Amazon.com Ebook – (no link yet, will send closer to the date)
Amazon.com Paperback - http://www.amazon.com/Jude-The-Fallen-Series/dp/1909816388/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1396728566&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=jude+the+fallen+tara+wood
Amazon.co.uk Ebook - (no link yet, will send closer to the date)
Amazon.co.uk Paperback - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Jude-The-Fallen-Series/dp/1909816388/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1396728617&sr=8-1&keywords=jude+the+fallen+tara+wood
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/jude-the-fallen-the-fallen-series-book-2
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/426350

Monday, April 21, 2014

TODAY ONLY 2 for 1

Today only download the critically acclaimed SEPTEMBER ENDS for FREE & snag a copy of the follow up in the series, SEPTEMBER AGAIN for only 99 cents. 

You'll wanna get these books! Available only on Amazon.



SEPTEMBER ENDS links:

SEPTEMBER AGAIN links: 
Amazon US buy link - http://amzn.to/1qAR9kK
Amazon UK buy link - http://amzn.to/1iPjJJ9

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

NAT'S BOOK NOOK-SEPTEMBER AGAIN: SUBLIME SEPTEMBER!!

The reviews are coming in for SEPTEMBER AGAIN. The following is from Nat's Book Nook. Thank you very much for this 5 Star Review. It is greatly appreciated.

NAT'S BOOK NOOK : SUBLIME SEPTEMBER!!: It is my honor to bring you the release of September Again. This is the second book in the September series, which started with my all time ...

Monday, April 14, 2014

SEPTEMBER AGAIN

Announcing the debut of SEPTEMBER AGAIN, the latest in the series of the September Stories, and follow up to the indie sensation, SEPTEMBER ENDS. Snag your copy now!


Amazon US buy link - http://amzn.to/1qAR9kK
Amazon UK buy link - http://amzn.to/1iPjJJ9

Saturday, April 12, 2014

For Immediate Release

Atlanta, Ga (April 12, 2014) FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

Who was the belle of the ball at the recent LONDON BOOK FAIR? None other than Atlanta's own, author HUNTER S. Jones. 

So 'give a damn, my dear'.

Email ~ HUNTER S. JONES ~ huntersjones1@gmail.com ~ to find out more about her experience at the London Book Fair, 2014

 Atlanta, Georgia's Hunter S. Jones, author of September Ends and September Again 

                                                          
September Ends is just the start of a valuable new ebook publishing franchise. The second offering, 'September Again' ~  will launch April 2014

Check out September Ends reviews on amazon.com and amazon.co.uk ~ the book is artfully and professionally presented and will surprise you with is poetic quality and unique blend of poetry and prose. Above all  the story will melt your heart and carry you from Chattanooga to Atlanta to London and back again.  
 September Ends


 email Ms. Jones now to find out more about SEPTEMBER AGAIN and SEPTEMBER AGAIN.
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

SCARY MODSTERS...and CREEPY FREAKS




Blurb 
A fantastical romance involving a girl, the music that fuels her, and her Ouija board.

Rosalyn possesses a sunny personality that is laced with quirks. Although she seeks acceptance in a world where she lives out of time, what she gets is ridiculed for her eclectic wardrobe and unconventional music collection.

One fateful night, Rosalyn bewitches Niles, a stylish man whose offbeat character perfectly complements her own. Unfortunately, he possesses a critical flaw that means relationship suicide for him and pretty much anyone.

While under the influence of insomnia-impaired judgment, Rosalyn summons Rock ‘n Roll deity Peter Lane back from the dead. Not only does he spin her hormones into a frenzy, Peter is also the precarious puzzle piece that brings sense into her world. When Niles learns that he can overcome his life-long challenge by helping Peter avenge his death, how far will he go to secure Rosalyn’s heart?





Author Bio
Enjoying San Francisco as a backdrop, the ghosts in Diane’s 150-year old Victorian home augment the chorus in her head. With insomnia as their catalyst, these voices have become multifarious characters that haunt her well into the sun’s crowning hours, refusing to let go until they have manipulated her into succumbing to their whims. Her experiences as an actress, business owner, artisan cake designer, software project manager, Internet radio disc jockey, vintage rock n’ roll journalist/fangirl, and lover of dark and quirky personalities influence her idiosyncratic writing.

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Excerpts

PETER
May 13, 1966 was a day that most wouldn't give a turnip over. Take a look at this picture. You see that guy? The smarmy, dark-haired young businessman sitting behind that big wood desk? That's Ben Stoddard, or as he likes to call himself, Big Ben. I refer to him as Mr. B.S. He's the one who took me. I mean he took everything—my career, my happiness, the girl I loved, and my life.
Now look to those four young lads sitting across from him—the ones that seem as if they've never had a penny to their names. The ones eager to sign on that dotted line. That handsome devil with the sandy blonde hair and the stupid grin—that's me, Peter Lane; singer, guitarist, huge chump, and idiot extraordinaire. I was on top of the world at that moment. We all were. You know that witticism about how you have to be careful that you don't sign your life away? It's no joke because that's exactly what I was doing.
We had just been given a new car, a swanky apartment, and unlimited credit at all the fancy boutiques on Carnaby Street. You've heard of Carnaby, right? The place where every self-respecting mod paid too much for clothes he couldn't afford even if they had been offered at fair prices. We were told to dress like we owned the world because we soon would. A tour was being planned so we could conquer America just like The Beatles had. All we had to do was sign on that little piece of paper you see on Mr. B.S.'s desk. We signed it in blue ink from a fountain pen—but had we known whom we were dealing with we would have pricked ourselves and used blood.
Two years later I was hovering above my casket, watching people lower my body into a dark, dirt hole, and cringing at how the once beautiful man had become broken, burnt to a crisp, and about to be devoured by worms.
Everyone thought it was an accident.