Cover Reveals and Excerpt: Shattered by Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn / With the Father by Jenni Moen

 

We're excited to share the cover reveal for Shattered, by Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn. Check out the gorgeous cover and excerpt, and be sure to let us know what you think!

 

Title: Shattered (Stolen Breaths #2)
Author: Pamela Sparkman and Deanna Gohn
Age: Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Scheduled Release Date: 10/1/14


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Close your eyes for a moment and picture this.


A gorgeous redhead walks into a bar.


No, wait, a wedding reception.


A gorgeous redhead walks into a wedding reception. Poised, polished and flawless - on the outside.


He's tall, dark, and handsome, exactly like a fairytale prince and he won't take no for an answer as he leads her to the dance floor.


But this will be no ordinary dance and theirs is no ordinary story. What begins as rhythmic steps on a dance floor fluidly and beautifully becomes the rhythm of two hearts meant to beat as one.


Until the music stops.


In a moment everything she's put behind her comes crashing down, threatening to destroy what his love has helped repair and rebuild.


Life throws punches and it hits hard when you least expect it.


What they learn is that sometimes, in order to be truly whole, you have to first be shattered to your very core.

 

 

 

 

“Maggie.”  The way he said my name so softly, with such reverence, it sent a shiver up my spine.  He pulled me inside, closed the door and pressed me up against it.  It was so fast I barely knew what was happening.  And when he pressed his hands against the door alongside my head, I was cocooned inside his arms.  He stared down at me with pained concentration.  His eyebrows pinched together while deep blue irises burned through me.  He breathed out a long deep sigh as he closed his eyes into thin slits for several seconds.  My heart raced as I struggled to anticipate his next move. 

When his eyes opened, the intensity had subsided, but not disappeared.  The burning desire behind them remained.  His eyebrows smoothed, no longer pinched together.  I had to close my own eyes as his warm sweet breath feathered across my lips.  I was inundated with all of his emotions as they came flooding through me like a giant tsunami.

 I was going under.

 

I grew up in Alabama and have always been an avid reader. I had a stack of those Little Golden Books and I can remember reading Three Little Kittens over and over and over again. It was my favorite.

Fast forward and the older I got the more in love with books I became. So, I'm admitting that I am a huge nerd. The only reading I don't like are those math word problems. And I'm okay with that because no one has ever asked me in real life... "If I give you two bananas and take away six apples, how long will it take the southbound train to collide with the northbound train if Johnny left his house at midnight?" It just doesn't happen.

So, yeah, books are my thing.

Oh and music. All kinds. Love.It. 

 

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We are very excited to share the cover for With the Father by Jenni Moen! Check out the excerpt below and tell us what you think!

Title: With the Father
Author: Jenni Moen
Age: Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Scheduled Release Date: Fall 2014

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I had a choice, and I chose wrong.

I thought I lost everything. But when the smoke finally cleared, I discovered that I wasn’t alone.

Father Sullivan was a force – a living and breathing force, a forbidden desire I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to resist. But I wasn’t the only one who wanted him, and by all accounts neither of us should have him.

I had decisions to make, secrets to uncover. Both would tear my heart, my life, and what was left of my family apart.

I wasn’t going to take any chances this time around. If I’d learned one thing during my life, it’s that death is the only certainty. It’s a matter of when, not if. For every action, there is a reaction. For every choice, a consequence.

If I hadn’t chosen to live again, I would have never known what life could be like …

With the Father

 

 

 

 

“It looks like Princess Aurora found her soul mate. Who am I to stand in between them?”

“Do you believe that?” he asked, his voice solemn.

“What?”

“In soul mates.” He cocked his head to the side and looked genuinely interested in my answer.

Of course, I believed in ‘the one.’ I also believed that I’d already lost him. “I believe that there’s one special person that is the perfect fit, and that it’s no coincidence when we find them. You?”

“Certainly, some are better suited for each other than others,” he said, nodding to the dogs sitting side-by-side at our feet. “But I don’t believe in ‘the one.’” He leaned against the trunk of my car and eyed me as if he thought I was made of glass and his words would shatter me. He was right to wonder.

Jonathan had been my soul mate. We’d been very young when we’d met – just nineteen. Yet, I’d known immediately that he was it for me, that he was the one. In fact, I’d called my mother the next day and told her that I’d met the guy I was going to marry. There had never been anyone else and he’d felt the same way. If that wasn’t the definition of soul mates, I didn’t know what was.

Father Paul seemed to sense my feelings on the subject but barged ahead anyway. “Have you ever wondered where it comes from … the idea of there being just ‘one’ perfect counterpart for every person?”

“Walt Disney?” I asked, pointing at Princess Aurora.

He shook his head. “Actually, it originated from the Greek philosophy of Plato who believed that man and woman are made of one body and separated by the gods, forced to spend their lives searching for each other so that they can be complete.” He was silent for a moment before continuing, “Obviously that goes against what I believe.”

“Each of us is a complete person all on our own. You are complete person on your own, Grace. That was true six months ago, and it’s true today. You may not feel like it, but even without him, you are complete.”

I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt while I considered his words, noticing that he’d purposefully framed his argument without mentioning God.

Father Paul was walking a fine line with me and he knew it. He was being very careful not to say something that he knew would push me away; yet, he’d still managed to get his message across.

He flipped his ball cap around so that it sat backwards on his head. The act had the dual effect of revealing his face – and the utter sincerity etched across it – and returning the Greek mythology-spewing priest beside me to a mere mortal man again.

I crumbled just a bit.

His mouth turned down as he squinted into the sun. “Of course, I’ve never been in love like you have.”

  

 

Jenni Moen lives in Oklahoma with her husband and three crazy, exuberant kids that have the potential to burn the house down at any moment. 

When she’s not chauffeuring kids around town, performing her mom duties as a short order cook and maid, or vacuuming for her fastidious husband, she hammers away at her keyboard at her big girl job as a patent attorney. While vodka and exercise have provided some relief from the daily grind, it is reading … and now writing … that are her true escapes.


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