Monday, November 30, 2015

New Release: Divine by @CaitJarrod #excerpt #giveaway #romance

DIVINE, Montana Dreams Book 1
November 23, 2015

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On sale until November 30, 2015


Matt Carson and Trina Lovett befriend each other during turbulent times at a young age. Over the years, their friendship strengthens building a strong, unbreakable bond. At least that is what they believe. Life choices put an ocean between them, and the depth of their bond is tested.
Under the stress of being apart, heart-wrenching events leave them plagued with doubt. Danger forces them to make irrefutable decisions about what they want from life.

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Matt’s throat clogged, and tears burned his eyes. He waited so long, wanted her so much, he couldn’t move, couldn’t process what he saw. Didn’t know what he felt. He’d longed to pull her into his arms, hold, and kiss her until they both melted into a pile. Now that she was here, he couldn’t. Too many unanswered questions.

Moisture covered her cheeks and chin. A god-awful sound escaped her. “Matt,” she said through her hands and sobbing. “Oh, God, Matt!” But she didn’t move.

Jeez, he wanted her. “Trina,” he said again, too shocked to think of anything else. He dreamed, hoped she’d come to him, and still, in his wildest imagination, he didn’t believe the day would ever arrive. Bradley told him she was doing better. He thanked the stars every night, but he didn’t go to her. Couldn’t, not with how callously the Lovetts treated him. She had to decide what she wanted. He wouldn’t push it. No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t impede on her relationship with her parents. By no means were they nice, and he questioned their motives more than once, but they were her parents. At least she had them.

“I have so much to explain, so much to tell you.”

His body zinged from the desperation in her voice and came to life. “I want to hear every word.” He couldn’t resist touching her and moved forward. His desire to reach her crashed into him with such force, any minute he’d leap and land on top of her. “But first—”


“I truly enjoyed every minute of it. It was the kind of book that made you sorry when it was over. I immediately fell in love with Matt and Trina from the first moment I met them. You could feel their chemistry and connection, even at their young age, in every word Cait wrote. The backstory on these two characters was wonderful, emotional and heart wrenching at times.”
~Janis Frisch, Book Reviews and More
To read more of Janis review: Book Reviews and More

“Divine is one of those stories that warms the heart and you don't want it to end. At 13 and 14 Matt and Trina become instant friends. Matt knows deep down from the beginning there is a bond between them that can not be broken. Cait Jarrod is amazing with her writing; keeping you so interested in the next page, next chapter, next book.”
~Nancy Goodman

More reviews can be found on Goodreads.

The Montana Dreams Series:

Divine, #1: November 23, 2015
Destiny, #2: December 14, 2015
Desire, #3: January 18, 2016


Giveaway-2 $25.00 gift cards. This giveaway will be running through all three releases. Two winners will be picked January 19, 2016.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Thanksgiving: 5 Things to be Thankful For

So, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. As I sit here pondering the pumpkin pie I'm going to attempt to make from scratch tomorrow morning (cross your fingers! lol), I thought maybe I'd stop and count my blessings.

My PTSD is something that never really goes away. A friend told me she thinks of it as going into remission every once in a while. I haven't had a remission in a while. I'm caught somewhere between high anxiety and hyper awareness to hovering on the edge of depression.

What I've learned to do to counteract all of to stay positive. I stop at the end of every night and thank God for all the things that went right that day. It's such a small thing, but I'm finding it changes my whole outlook.

So, here are 5 things I'm currently thankful for:

1: My husband. We've been married for...( old is the oldest?) ah yes, 19 years. What I love the most about him? He makes me laugh. It's his way of breaking tension, but it makes me forget whatever I was upset about in the first place. And yeah. It means I can't stay mad at this man. lol

2: My boys. They were raised by me and actually turned out to be good people. That amazes me. lol

3: My dogs. We have two. Tiger, the Chihuahua mix, is the "baby." She's a needy little lap dog who has to have someone to sit with. And Misty, the Lab mix, whose the sweetest dog I've ever met. She loves everybody. Well, except the UPS man and that squirrel in the tree in the backyard. lol They take me out of my head.

4: Certain friends who help whenever I ask, even though I'll probably never be able to repay them for what they've done for me. This is very cryptic, I know, but I don't want to put them on the spot. They know who they are. I love you.

5: My writing. Because there was a time when I couldn't, I'm grateful for the desire that still drives me to my computer every day. On the hard days when sales are low or I've gotten another rejection...this is what I remember.

I could probably go on, but I'll stop here. Do you count your blessings? What are you thankful for?

And of course, a very Happy Thanksgiving, from my family to yours.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Book Blast: Traitor's Curse by @BethTrissel #Historical #Romance @GoddessFish #TWRP

by Beth Trissel


Halifax, North Carolina, 1783.

Captain Stuart Monroe returns home from the Revolutionary War to find Thornton Hall threatened by a peacetime foe: debt. He knows the location of a treasure amassed to pay for the capture of Benedict Arnold that would restore his manor to its former glory. The catch, it's hidden in the graveyard, and coveted by old enemies.

Hettie Fairfax inherited the Sight from her Cherokee ancestors, and her otherworldly visitors warn her, and Stuart, away from the buried treasure. Half-dead from fever, she delivers a message: the treasure is cursed. But will he believe a girl half out of her mind with illness? Even when a very real enemy attempts to poison her? Stuart soon wants to marry Hettie, but she fears her "odd ways" will blemish his reputation. The spirits have their own agenda, however, and the battle against darkness tests everything the couple holds dear, including their love for each other.


Stuart clasped her shoulders. She was flesh and blood beneath his grip, yet seemed not of this world. “What did he say?”

“To watch for your coming.”

“How could they possibly anticipate my visit?”

“That has not yet been revealed.”

Her answer baffled him, as did she. “Why did you call me master? Are you a servant?”


He’d doubted she was in anyone’s employ. Her smooth hands, opulent coverlet, and refined manner, all bespoke gentility. And she smelled of violets, a costly scent.

He gazed deeply into those mesmerizing eyes. “Why are you here?”

“I seek the living among the dead.”

A peculiar reply from the haunting stranger. “Who?”

“You. Stuart Monroe.”

Again, the sensation of ants scattering down the nape of his neck. “How did you know I would come?”

“I was told. In a dream.”

She spoke like one in a dream. The cold mist, the woman—an apparition in the fog—seemed unreal. Yet she was no ghost.

“You can foresee events?” A sense of dread possessed him.

“In glimpses. Your father appeared to me.” Her barely perceptible voice faded entirely, and her eyes fluttered, then closed. She swayed against him, any further explanation muffled by his coat.

Stuart held her fast and kept her from sliding to the cold earth. What did his father have to do with this visitation? Was the woman in his arms some sort of witch?

About the author

Married to her high school sweetheart, Beth Trissel lives on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia surrounded by her children, grandbabies, and assorted animals. An avid gardener, her love of herbs and heirloom plants figures into her work. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the people who journeyed here from far beyond her borders are at the heart of her inspiration. She’s especially drawn to colonial America and the drama of the American Revolution. In addition to historical romance, she also writes time travel, paranormal romance, YA fantasy, and nonfiction.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Spooktacular #Giveaway Hop, #Halloween

Welcome to the Spooktacular Giveaway Hop! There’s a $10 Amazon gift card up for grabs here on my blog, so be sure to enter via the rafflectoper below, as that's where the prize winner will be chosen from. Then go visit all the other fabulous blogs. There are a ton of prizes to be had! The linky list should be at the bottom of this post. In case it's not, the image above is linked the list. 

In the spirit of Halloween, thought I’d share a story, though I wouldn’t call it spooky. I suppose you could say I live in a haunted house. When we moved into our current home, about eleven years ago, I began to notice odd things. Hearing what sounded like my youngest driving his Hotwheels on the walls (which he used to do), but when I was alone. Seeing someone dart down the hallway or watching me out the corner of my eye (again when I was alone). I’ve been touched (by something that felt very much like a hand) more times than I can count on both hands.

There for a while, every night when I went to bed, something would jump up with me (you feel the bed shake, you know?). I’d feel tiny paws walk up my body, then hear and feel a cat’s purr, as if it were sitting on my chest. We don’t have a cat.

Stuff like this continues to happen. My sons tell me they hate my bedroom, because they can feel eyes watching them.

My fondest memory, though? I woke up late one night, something like three in the morning. I’m a woman and I’ve had children, I get up to pee at least three times a night, so it wasn’t unusual for me to be awake. This particular night, I happened to glance at the hallway outside our bedroom door as I was sitting up. There was this…column of white light, so bright it illuminated the hallway as if someone had turned on a light. The top reached the ceiling, but it didn’t have a bottom, no feet, no shape to speak of, actually. As I watched, this column of light moved slowly past the doorway, taking the light with it. Then disappeared and the hallway went dark again.

What was it? I’ve never figured it out, but that was about the time my angelic experiences began as well. I started waking up every night at exactly 4:44. I suffer from PTSD, which includes nightmares. When I’d wake from one, sweating, heart still hammering, a large, warm hand would settle on my shoulder and this immense peace would flow over me. In an instant, I’d be calm and drifting back to sleep.

What’s your spookiest (or fondest) Halloween memory? Care to share?

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Book Blast: Stargazing by Bernadette Marie #contemporary #romance @GoddessFish

by Bernadette Marie

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Bethany Waterbury left Hollywood and the shadow of her mother's death to give herself a fresh start. Her main intention—to connect with the family she’d never really had the chance to know.

Author Kent Black is enjoying his chart topping success and living freely wherever his travels take him. But when he meets the illustrious Bethany Waterbury his wanderlust subsides and the thought of a steady future begins to take over.

Kent believes in happily ever after, but the burden of Bethany’s past might be too much for him to embrace —unless true love is more powerful than a Hollywood tragedy.


Coffee houses once were a source of inspiration. They had a vibe and a feel to them. Now, Kent thought, they were more like bars.

The same people walked in and out of the door every day. They ordered the same addictive concoction and either carried it out or sat for hours and chatted with others.

He missed the days where he could pull up to a table and no one bothered him for hours. Since he was traveling it was one of his only options. Sure, he could hold up in his hotel room, but that wasn’t very inspirational either. Even though he’d rather be alone, he needed to surround himself with people for inspiration—he just wished they weren’t so noisy.

The door opened again. It had become habit to look up and study the person. This one had him sitting up, removing his fingers from the keyboard of his laptop, and following her with his eyes.

Long red curls bounced over her shoulders, which were bare in a sundress with yellow flowers. She was lean and toned and absolutely radiant. She walked to the end of the line and Kent turned in his chair to follow her with his gaze.

Smiling at the boy behind the counter, Kent noted that the young man flushed at her simple gesture. That said something.

She continued on to pay for her drink. He heard the woman ringing up her order offer a pastry to which the redhead waved off with her hand and a laugh. Obviously she’d avoid that, he knew just by looking at her. Her drink was probably low fat blah too.

When she turned the beauty of her hit Kent right in the chest. He’d never seen such a beautiful specimen.

About the Author

Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011, along with her other series and single title books. The married mother of five sons promises Happily Ever
After always…and says she can write it, because she lives it.

When not writing, Bernadette Marie is shuffling her sons to their many events—mostly hockey—and enjoying the beautiful views of the Colorado Rocky Mountains from her front step. She is
also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do.

A chronic entrepreneur, Bernadette Marie opened her own publishing house in 2011, 5 Prince Publishing, so that she could publish the books she liked to write and help make the dreams of other aspiring authors come true too.

Bernadette Marie is also the CEO of Illumination Author Events.

Where you can find Bernadette Marie

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