***COVER REVEAL*** Never Too Late by Susannah Hutchinson

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Title: Never Too Late

Author: Susannah Hutchinson

Release Date: April 24, 2015

Publisher: Alegos Press

Genre: Thriller, Social Issues, Suspense

Sometimes, the right choice is the most difficult one to make.

Tina Blythe has led a difficult life, working hard to make something of herself. From the moment she met her future husband, she knew her happiness was assured. Clive was the answer to her prayers, a dream she thought came true.

It doesn’t take long for Clive to show his true colours, and her life takes an unexpected turn. Her husband has turned into someone she barely recognises, a mere shell of the man she married. Yearning for a fresh start, Tina is willing to do anything to give meaning to the life she lives. She refuses to allow herself to become a victim once again.

Determined to find a means to an end, she devises a plan that will help her gain her freedom. She knows it will be difficult, but somehow, someway, Tina is resolute. She will get past Clive’s harsh hold by any means necessary. Only then will she be able to lead the life she’s always wanted.

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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24894141-never-too-late

Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Tina squeezed herself between several parked cars and stepped onto the pavement, jogging the last hundred yards to her home. Hot and out of breath, she blotted her forehead with the edge of her sleeve. The thought of what waited for her behind the front door made her heart race. Her hands trembled as she reached into her pocket for her keys. They slid through her fingers and hit the ground with a loud chink.

Damn it! she thought, and bent down to pick them up.

She rolled her shoulders to ease the tension and slid the key into the lock, promptly letting herself in. Her mouth grew dry as she set one foot on the doormat. There he was, sitting at the bottom of the stairs, a position he assumed when things didn’t go his way.

“You’re late. Where have you been?” Clive asked, his hands locked together, elbows balanced on his knees.

Tina’s face paled as she stared at him. “I’m only a little late. You know I’ve been to see Sam.”

She kicked off her trainers and then remembered to place them neatly with the other shoes in the rack.

Clive’s eyes narrowed as he stared back at her. “You should have left earlier.”

“I got carried away chatting.”

She hung her coat on the hook and leant forward to peck her husband on the lips then stroked his right cheek, hoping that it would ease the hostility between them.

He brushed her hands away and said, “We said eleven o’clock. You will not see her again. Do you hear me?”

“It’s only a few minutes. Why do we have to go through this every time I see her?” she asked. “You know she’s my oldest friend.”

Clive’s lips thinned to a tight line. Her body tensed as the words left her mouth. He stood and approached her, clutching her shoulders and pinning her against the wall.

“You won’t see her again,” he repeated. “Is that clear?”

Tina’s cheeks tingled as Clive’s breath puffed across her face as he spoke She cowered before him, dreading what was to come.

“I–I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to answer back. Please, let me go!”

Clive increased the pressure upon her shoulders, his eyes boring deep into hers. “I’m not making myself clear, am I?”

The scent of sour milk and garlic invaded her nostrils as his breath blew across her cheek. Tina’s spine pressed against the wall as she tried to back away from him to no avail. Clive wrapped his hand around her throat, pushing her jawbone upwards. His grip tightened, restricting her airflow. She slumped against the wall, feeling a little woozy. Spittle oozed from the corners of her lips, dripping onto his shirtsleeve. Incoherent nonsense came from her lips when she tried to speak.

A searing pain invaded her abdomen, causing her to double over. Through watery eyes, she watched as Clive shook his hand and flexed his fingers. The smug look on his face betrayed his enjoyment. A stream of urine slowly trickled down her thighs. Tina clamped her legs together, hoping to shield the wetness that was now seeping into her trousers from her husband’s view.

Her eyesight swam and she soon rolled to the floor. Curled up in the corner, Tina wrapped her arms around her middle. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe, hoping that it would cure the dizziness she now felt.

Clive stared down at her and said, “You will not talk back to me again, bitch. Stop snivelling! I hardly touched you.”

Cowering against the wall, Tina tried to suppress her tears. She knew if she cried that it would fuel his anger.

“S–Sorry. I didn’t mean . . . to . . . answer back.” She paused and looked at him from the corner of her eye. “You’ve really hurt me this time!”

Using the telephone table for balance, she stood on unsteady feet. Clive shook his head in disapproval.

“You’ve pissed yourself. Sort it out. It stinks.” He offered her a hand. “Come on. I’ll make you a tea.”

Tina allowed him to lead her through to the kitchen. He helped her into a chair near the table, and set about in preparing a cup of tea. Her knuckles whitened to the point of hurting as she clenched her fists across her lap. He flipped the switch on the kettle. Neither of them spoke until he placed the cup in front of her.

“Thanks,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Her throat felt dry as her gaze landed on the cup. She reached for it, the heat of the porcelain mug warming her palms.

“I’m going to bed.” He smirked. “I want you up by midnight.”

She nodded, afraid of looking up at him. “Yes, Darling. I’ll drink this and have a shower.”

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About The Author:

 Susannah Hutchinson was born and raised in Sunderland in the North East of England. She spent most of her childhood with either a book in her hand or riding horses. She moved to Norfolk in 1990, where she now lives with her long-term partner, artist Gerald Marsland.

Susannah turned to writing in the hopes that one day she would find a publisher and embark on a successful career as an author. She’s written several short stories and has one printed in a local magazine. Another was accepted and read in a podcast in the USA. Her ambition is to become a novelist.

At the age of 46, she has finished writing what will be her soon-to-be released debut novel titled, Never Too Late. Her genre of choice is Social Thriller. As well as entertaining the reader, she tries to send out a message within her work, while bringing social issues to the forefront of people’s minds. She is also a conservationist and supports several animal charities. She enjoys traditional art, reading almost any genre of books, and is very interested in Forensics and Psychology.

Social Media Links:

Email Address: author.shutchinson@yahoo.com

LinkedIn: http://uk.linkedin.com/pub/susannah-hutchinson/8a/a19/515

Twitter: https://twitter.com/2English5Rose

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorsusannahhutchinson

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13486757.Susannah_Hutchinson

Author Interview: https://authorsinterviews.wordpress.com/2014/03/27/here-is-my-interview-with-susannah-hutchinson/

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The Falling Series for $0.99/£0.99 this weekend ONLY + Giveaway.

I’m running this promotion at (almost) the end of a hectic and successful year, both for me personally and as a writer.

At the beginning of this year I embarked on a new role within the ambulance service, I’m so proud of what I do. In March I was offered a full time contract. It was a bit of a body and culture shock going from twelve hours a week to twelve hours a days at least three times a week! I’m proud that I still managed to release Falling into you in May as well.

In August my husband retired from a military career spanning twenty-eight years. With that came the hugest of up-heavals. In September we bought and moved into our own house whist negotiating  my husband starting a new job and both of my children starting school, my daughter who is four years old, for the first time.

I’ve almost finished my new contemporary romance, Kissing Cassie. I’m excited with what 2015 may hold for me, and where I’ll be this time next year!

Without further ado…

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When Teagan Lewis moves from rural Montana to the bright lights of London with her maker Thomas, she expects to live as harmoniously as she has for the last one hundred-fifty years.

Teagan didn’t know she had a heart or soul until she met Marc Romano.

However, it quickly becomes clear that Marc is forbidden fruit. All the signs that he isn’t human were there from the beginning, but she chose to ignore them…to her peril.

Can she simply walk away from this mesmirising stranger? Or should she risk her immortality to be with the man she has fallen in love with?

Review excerpts:

From the very first page, I knew I was going to love Falling to Pieces. Paranormal romances are a comfort zone for me, and it felt really good to return to them with this amazing book. L.T. Kelly was a master at getting my attention and keeping it throughout the entire book. I was really in awe that this was her debut novel. It doesn’t read that way. It reads like a seasoned writer wrote this. –Pretty Little Pages.

 I try to steer away from vampire books, but this one is more about Teagan and her life. I didn’t want the book to end! I loved how smoothly the read of this book was, I fell in love and even loved to hate some of the characters. –Chrissy

This book was definitely different from most of the vampire books that I have read. It has it all, the drama between two species of creatures, different kinds of rules, great chemistry and romance, and a not so ordinary love triangle. Did I say a great romance that is just HOT? –Hines and Bingham Literary Tryst.

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Marc Romano disappeared without a trace into the darkness. His lover became overwhelmed with grief in her loss. But her grief takes on a much more murderous form than most, for Teagan Lewis is a vampire.

Now her heartache is driving her further from the woman she once was, and she realises she must snap out of her monstrous habits and discover the way back to her old self. But how?

Ending their trip around Europe, Teagan and her friend Alex head back to New York. Teagan has the full intention of carrying out a dangerous plan here; not just physically dangerous, but emotionally as well.

How will she be able to resist the irresistible? And what of the new rival, Ivan Lenin? He threatens her life and the lives of everyone she loves. The only people who can help her are her sworn enemy and an ancient stranger. Will they assist her?

How will Teagan Lewis face the demons of her past and try to find happiness? Will she stay and fight or will she run from the things she must face in order to finally be at peace? Mistakes will be made. People will die. The time has come…

Review Excerpts:

I loved her character, I loved that her life was so messed up, she was happy, sad, confused, devastated,torn and lost. She was as real to me, not like other vampires you read in other books who have the strength to overcome all obstacles, and the seemingly perfect life. Teagan struggled with her past and her unknown future. Her search for her “one true love” Marc and her Maker Thomas, leads her to find the peace she has always longed for and a love that shows her that her guilt need not consume her. – Daisy

You can tell that L.T Kelly wrote this book from her heart. She created some beautiful, astounding characters that have left footprints on my heart. The story flows beautifully and with the sneaky little twists and turns, you will never know what’s coming until the wind is knocked out of your sail. – Gothic Angel Book Reviews

“Falling into You” surprises at every turn. Right when you think you know what comes next, you’re taken down an unexpected, but highly satisfying path. Kelly weaves a tale of heartbreak and triumph, loss and discovery with sexy heroes and a kick ass heroine. Each encounter will leave you panting for more. A lesson in flexibility, this story shows that not all is what it appears to be, and sometimes the most unexpected answers are the answers to your dreams. Don’t hide behind your expectations but rather open them to the world.- M.K. Meredith

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***Cover Reveal*** Unseen by Lauren Stewart

Unseen, The Heights, Vol. 1

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Title: Unseen

Author: Lauren Stewart

Series info: The Heights, Volume 1

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Off the Hook Publishing

Date of Publication: May 29, 2014

ISBN: 978-0-9881701-9-3

Number of pages: ~386

Word Count: ~100,000

Cover Artist: Amanda of Pixel Mischief Design

 

Purchase Links: don’t have them yet; however, you can use my Amazon author page if you’d like: http://www.amazon.com/author/laurenstewart

I’d also love people to add Unseen to their Goodreads TBR lists: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18590199-unseen

 

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Book Blurb:

An invisible wall built from the tears of those touched by death

An impossible love as divided as the world around them.

 

After Addison finds a nearly-dusted vampire in the garbage outside her building, her ability to stay off the supernatural world’s radar is deader than the vamp. Almost as dead as she’ll be if anyone thinks she put him there. Should she finish the job somebody else screwed up or move him somewhere humans won’t find him? To keep the Heights hidden, she may have shoved a stake into her own chest. Just when she thinks life couldn’t possibly get any more dangerous, she finds out who he is.

As vampire king and Prime to all races of supernatural beings in the North American zone, Rhyse is accustomed to getting what he wants without asking. But he neither wanted nor asked to be wounded in an ambush, waking up chained to a bed with a hole in his chest. Unfortunately, he needs help to discover who tried to kill him. But worse than that, his only ally is his captor, someone unaware she has the power to destroy their entire world.

As a prophesized war brews in the Heights, Addison and Rhyse must decide which carries more risk—trusting someone who could destroy you or trusting someone who could love you?

 

Excerpt:

 Addison stumbled backwards, until the counter stopped her. It was over. It had been over ever since those chains came off. Ever since she brought him into her apartment. Into her life.

“I saved you, Rhyse. I could’ve left you outside until the sun came up.”

“I imagine you wish you had.”

“Can you…can you not kill me? Just take some, but not all?”

Rhyse brushed her hair behind her shoulder and curled his fingers around the nape of her neck, whispering, “Do you trust me that much?”

“I don’t even trust you a little.” She felt the sting of tears. “I don’t want to be turned. If you drain me, let me die.”

He ran his other hand up her shoulder, to her throat and slowly closed his fingers around it. One move and her neck would break. “To drain you I would have to drink from you. And that, my pet, I will not do.”

She didn’t know what he meant but now seemed like a bad time to argue.

“Did you know what you are? How many of you exist?”

She didn’t answer. Partially because speaking required the air he was cutting off. Then his hands were gone, just like the rest of him.

Was it over?

When one of the women behind the counter moaned, Addison went to make sure they were alright.

Rhyse was on top of one of them, his fangs obviously burrowed in her neck. The woman moaned again, her legs wrapping around him. One hand clutched his shoulder and the other slapped the wall, searching for a hold.

It had to have been shock that made it impossible to look away. Or run away. The woman’s moans got louder, then crested, and her body went limp. Not in a dead way, but in an I-just-had-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life way.

Get out of here.

“Leave and they will die.” His voice stopped her after only two steps. “Stay and they will wake up from a very pleasant, very erotic dream.”

She grinded her teeth when she heard another moan. He must have moved on to the other woman. With two to feed from, there was less of a chance he would drain them, but… “Why should I trust you?”

The woman’s moans stopped and she whined, “No.”

“I do not care if you trust me,” he said. “Only that you obey me.”

“Fuck you.” But she didn’t move. “Are they alive?”

“Of course. It is against the law to kill humans.”

“Then let me go.”

“You are not human, Addison.” His voice came from just over her shoulder.

“I am. I promise. Totally human.” Somehow he’d missed the fact that seers were human, despite her telling him at least five times.

She heard the shuffling of fabric and looked down to see him wrapping his already-bloody shirt around the arm she’d cut. He tied a knot with the sleeves and pulled it tight. There was no part of this that she understood.

She sucked in a breath when he put his hands on her hipbones. Then another as they slid to her belly and down, pressing her back into him. She felt his heat and a vibration on her back as he made a sound similar to a cat’s purr but scarier. Clenching her eyes shut, she waited for death.

“You should thank them.” His voice was all sex. Dangerous, risky, awesome sex. “They just saved your life.”

They did? “Thank you,” she called out with a shaking voice. “Now that your belly’s full, how about you back off a little?”

“I should kill you, Addison.”

“I’m going to have to disagree with you about that.”

After a moment he stepped away, sighing as if he just made a really tough decision and wasn’t sure it was the right one.

“So,” she said, heading for the door, “it seems like you’re feeling better which is great. I’m really happy for you. Since you don’t need me anymore, I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you around.”

“Come to me, Addison.” His eyes were back to their original inhumanly beautiful color. Though he didn’t quite look calm, he looked satisfied.

“No.”

“Come to me or I will snap your neck.”

“Okay.”

“If you had simply brought a human to me, this all could have been avoided.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” Total lie—she wasn’t thinking a goddamn thing besides, “Shiiiiit!”

“You and I have things to discuss, and a few memories to alter along the way back to your home.”

Damn it on many counts. “Alter or wipe?”

“Alter, of course. Although my strength has returned, wiping that many minds would still be highly taxing. I prefer to save my power for other activities.”

Like…? Nah, she didn’t want to know.

He opened the door and gestured for her to go first. Which he’d probably never done before. Minions opened doors for him and she doubted chivalry ranked high on his list of valuable traits. But she went because when you gotta go, you gotta go.

“Did you know?” he asked.

What was it with that question? “Know what? That your victims come while you feed? Yeah, I heard it happens occasionally.”

“Always. They always come while I feed. If it were possible, I would show you.”

“I just heard more proof than I wanted to, thanks.”

“I have no doubt that it would be far more enjoyable to feel you come than to hear her do it.”

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Author Bio:

Lauren Stewart lives in Northern California with two of the most amazing children that the world has ever seen. She reads almost every genre so, naturally, her writing reflects that. With every book, every story, you’ll find elements of other genres–fantasy, mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women’s literature, all with a touch of humor because what doesn’t kill us should make us laugh.

Author web links:

            www.ReadLaurenS.com

            @ReadLaurenS

            www.facebook.com/LaurenStewartAuthor

            www.goodreads.com/LaurenStewart

            ReadLaurens@gmail.com

 

 

 

London Author Fair 2014

On Friday the 28th of February I took the long, grey, and drizzly journey to Covent Garden in London. After falling on top of a man on the tube (he didn’t seen to mind) I arrived at the hospital club, poised and ready to learn.

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Who did I feel the fair was aimed at?

LAF was pitched as being aimed at every author. I would say that the primary focus was new authors. Manuscript ink still wet and no idea what to do with it. That isn’t to say that the majority of attending authors fell into that category. The people I met seemed to be in the same situation as myself. A book or books already out there. They were mostly self-published as well.

Luckily, I only went to meet people and get marketing ideas. If you’re a new author and didn’t attend you almost certainly missed out on your chance to pitch to a literary agent as well garner lots of information about other routes.

I went to meet other people, network and basically have a weekend off from endless streams of washing, ironing and housework. Shush, don’t tell my husband.

That isn’t to say that I didn’t learn anything though!

What did I learn?

I learnt that there are some lovely and talented people in this industry. I was pleasantly greeted first thing in the morning by a long time Facebook follower and author, James Minter. It’s great to meet the people you interact with on-line in real life. Well….some of them anyway. I’m happy to say he was one of them.

I learnt about a completely alien concept to me. Crowd funding. The lovely ladies at Pubslush pitched the idea to a small group at a workshop. They talked about their company and the success stories they’ve had and relevant ideas. I’m pleased to say my campaign is set up and live. Please take a look at my rewards, there’s something for everyone.

http://pubslush.com/books/id/1913

There were things I didn’t learn from, but I had fun anyway. Like attending a workshop about social media. For one, I got to watch the very handsome and gifted Ben Galley talking about tweeting as I tweeted, whilst standing next to someone tweeting.

Did I get my say?

Absolutely. I got my chance to express my annoyance towards the shipping costs for UK authors purchasing copies of there own books. I was assured that Amazon had received much of the same feedback all day.

Apparently they are looking into it.

The author sitting next to me, the very lovely Luke Talbot also expressed his annoyance that US authors can gift copies of their book whist UK authors remain powerless to gift specific titles. I agreed wholeheartedly due to the fact it leaves us open to piracy. 

How did it all end?

The day was rounded off with a panel including literary agents, founders of self-publishing platforms, independent author Polly Courtney, and traditionally published author Adele Parks.

They came up with some worrying comments, well worrying for me anyway. They agreed that the ratio of writers will be the same as the amount of readers. This inspired a comment from Adele that the reader will go back to traditionally published books due to the lack of quality in the indie book world.

If I’m honest I took offence to that. There are authors out there, such as myself who realise the importance having full structural edits and great cover design. I was glad that Polly also seemed to take offence. She pointed out that whilst, of course, there is some crap out there by way of independent authors, there are also some amazing books and writers. 

The After Party.

Possibly the best part of the day. Pubslush provided my lovely and much needed wine following the day’s events.

Luke Talbot and James Minter asked me to dinner, for want of a better offer, I accepted. (Just kidding guy’s it was a pleasure, except when you took pictures of yourselves with my phone…I trusted you.)

We had some great chats with Polly Courtney and Ben Galley (did I mention he is easy on the eye?) 

More lessons learnt…

I have to admit I caused a marital dispute for a work colleague of mine that one -hundred per cent believed that her colleague would never dupe her.

I posted a picture on my FB page with Luke Talbot and a Russian author called Grigory Ryzhakov. He has an uncanny resemblance to the actor that plays spider man. I can vouch he’s a great guy! But sorry folks, the guy in the picture is not Tobey Maguire.

 Contact the people I’ve spoken about:

Ben Galley

Website: www.bengalley.com

Twitter: @BenGalley

Books: http://www.bengalley.com/#!books/cnec

Luke Talbot

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/keystonethebook

Book: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Keystone-Luke-Talbot/dp/0957601913/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1394178134&sr=8-1

James Minter

Website: http://www.jamesminter.com

Books: http://amzn.to/JRuxfa

Grigory Ryzhakov

Website: www.ryzhakov.co.uk

Books: www.amazon.co.uk/Mr-Right-Wrong-romantic-comedy-ebook/dp/B00C76XMV4