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In the Spotlight: All for Family by Olivia Hardin

 

About The Book 
 

 

 
TitleAll For Family (A Rawley Family Novel)
Author: Olivia Hardin
Publisher: Olivia Hardin
Publication Date: August 24, 2015
Format: Paperback / eBook / PDF
Pages: 200
ASIN: B0108UOUJ8
Genre: Contemporary Romance
 
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Book Description:
 
Wedding bells will soon be ringing in the Rawley family, but gearing up for Van and Kay’s nuptials revives old insecurities for Kay’s sister-in-law Meg. When she learns that her ex-husband is asking for her from his hospital bed, Meg must confront the painful memories of her past.
 
Family is everything for Jeremy Rawley. Most important is the one he and Meg created together. But their beginning was tangled in memories he wishes his wife could forget for good. A call from her past brings them back to a place he thought they’d never have to be again.
 
Forgiveness may be the key, but the first step is finding the locked heart that needs it.
 
 
Book Excerpt: 

He watched her slide her feet back and forth against
the carpet. “Whew … there’s a reason big girls shouldn’t wear heels.”
Jeremy finished his own drink and sat back down
beside her, this time reaching down and taking her feet to pull them up into
her lap. She made a face as if she would protest, but when he began circling
his thumbs into the arches of her feet, she leaned back against the arm of the
couch and moaned. “Oh, that’s nice. Do they teach that at earl school?”
As he massaged, she pointed her feet in a stretch,
and her toes brushed a feather’s touch against his thighs. Damn, but the woman
could get a reaction from him almost without warning. He continued rubbing,
then slipped his fingers between her toes.
“Oh, no, no, no,” she squealed, jerking to try to
pull away from him. “Ticklish.”
“I figured…” One corner of his mouth turned up in a
grin. He tugged her feet back to his lap, and when he did, the skirt of her
dress hitched up almost past her knees. She immediately took hold of the hem
and tried to push it back down.
He encircled both her ankles with his hands and then
slid them upward along her calves, kneading the muscles of each leg as he went
along.
“Jeremy, you don’t have to …”
“Shh …”
Her eyes were open wide, so many emotions in their
depths that it was hard to figure what she was feeling. Fear? Embarrassment?
Excitement? He pushed one of her legs to the side until it slipped off the
couch, then he scooted forward into the open space between her thighs. With one
ankle still in his hand, he lifted it so that he could sweep his lips across
the creamy smooth skin of her calf, working his way upward.
She was still holding her dress, doing her best to
cover up, but the hypnosis of his stare had her. She never once looked away
from him as he made his way higher. When he nipped his teeth to the tender spot
at the crook of her knee she flinched, then sucked her lip into her mouth.
He was so desperate to kiss her that he almost rose
up to smother her body with his and claim her mouth. But he didn’t. Instead he
let go of her leg and then took her hands, loosening the tight hold she had on
her hemline. The satiny material dropped, sliding down her thighs to bunch at
her waist. Under she had on tight nude-colored shapewear, which she was clearly
embarrassed about.
Gazing up at her, he brought one of her hands to his
cheek. Her fingers stretched long, tentatively touching his lips. When he
sucked two of them into his mouth, she moaned and closed her eyes.
“Jeremy, why are you doing this?” She snatched her hands
away and to her lap where she once again tried to hide herself under folds of
orange fabric.

 

“I want there to be a day when you won’t ask that
question. Maybe it won’t be with me, but one day, you won’t have to wonder why
a man would worship you and your body.”

About The Author

 

When Olivia Hardin started having movie-like dreams in her teens, she had no choice but to begin putting them to paper. Before long, the writing bug had bitten her, and she knew she wanted to be a published author. Several rejections plus a little bit of life later, she was temporarily “cured” of the urge to write. That is, until she met a group of talented and fabulous writers who gave her the direction and encouragement she needed to get lost in the words again.


Olivia has attended three different universities over the years and toyed with majors in Computer Technology, English, History and Geology. Then one day she heard the term “road scholar,”’ and she knew that was what she wanted to be. Now she “studies” anything and everything just for the joy of learning. She’s also an insatiable crafter who only completes about 1 out of 5 projects, a jogger who hates to run, and she’s sometimes accused of being artistic.


A native Texas girl, Olivia lives in the beautiful Lone Star state with her husband, Danny and their puppy, Bonnie.

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In the Spotlight: Trail Mix by Paulita Kincer

About The Book
 
 
TitleTrail Mix
Author: Paulita Kincer
Publisher: Oblique Presse
Publication Date: August 30, 2014
Format: Paperback / eBook (.mobi format for Kindle)
Pages: 220
ISBN: 978-1312462502
Genre: Women’s Fiction / Travel / Adventure
 
 
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Book Description:
 
In the tradition of Wild by Cheryl Strayed, comes a novel of two suburban women who decide to hike the Appalachian Trail, escaping their lives as moms and wives in search of nature, adventure, and the ultimate diet plan.
 
How does a woman know what she wants after spending 20 years thinking about her husband and children? Sometimes it takes a distraction from everyday life, time to examine the forest before the trees become clear. With no previous camping experience, Andi and Jess begin the 2100-mile odyssey from Georgia to Maine. The friends figure life on the trail can’t possibly be worse than dealing with disgruntled husbands, sullen teens home from college, and a general malaise that has crept up in their daily lives. At the very least, the women are bound to return home thin.
 
Book Excerpt:
 
Prologue
Raindrops
trickled down
Jess’ nose. Her
sodden boots plodded along, squooshing the mud with each step.
“Why did I do this?” She threw her head back,
her face raised in lament to the sky. The hood of her rain poncho slipped off.
The empty forest around her offered no answer, just a steady rain. Then, far
above the treetops, she glimpsed a bolt of lightning streaking toward a nearby
mountain and heard an answering boom of thunder. She cringed and scuttled
faster down the trail.
For nearly two hours, since the wind first
whispered its urgency through the leaves, and the raindrops began to fall, Jess
had been hiking through the thunderstorm with no place to stop and dry off. No
place to get warm. No offer of coffee or a dryer where she could heat up her clingy
socks. She walked alone on the Appalachian Trail.
Like being in the middle of labor and deciding
she didn’t want to give birth after all, Jess could not turn back. Well, she
could turn back, but she would find only more of the same — woods and rain and
an endless trail.
This adventure
was all Andi’s idea. As Jess trudged through the forest in the unrelenting
rain, she blamed her best friend and hiking companion, Andi, who had pushed the
hike as a great way to lose weight. And, when Jess’ teenagers took off for the
summer leaving a big gap where the role of mother used to be, she thought a
hike with Andi might fill that space. Andi, who, with her long legs, strode
ahead, maybe miles away by now, claiming she had to hurry to the nearest
shelter to keep the tent dry. Andi had tucked Jess’ poncho around her pack
before presenting her back for Jess to return the favor.
“See you at the shelter,” Andi had called.
“Only about three miles farther.”
In the city, a three-mile walk might take 45
minutes, an hour if she stopped to window shop. Here, in the mountains, it
could last days as she climbed up peaks and descended into valleys. Oh, who was
she kidding? She would never walk three miles in the city. She would get in her
car and drive.
The thunder crashed louder, and Jess eyed the
spiky greenery of a large fir tree. She could take cover under the tree, be a
little bit sheltered. Even as she considered taking refuge, she stumbled past
the tree, walking, walking.
Tears joined the rain on her face. She felt
trapped. No exit ramps in sight. She could only continue to walk.
The wind ripped at her poncho as she climbed
slippery stones that had been placed to form stairs. At the top, the wind gusts
grew stronger and tried to push her back down. She hurried on along the ridge.
Her walking poles dug into the mud that edged the rocks along the path.
On this crest, she stood exposed to the wind
and rain and lightning. Rhododendron bushes lined the trail below, but the only
plant that dared to peek through the crevices on this crag was a lone sycamore
tree. If Jess could escape this bare slope, the trees ahead would provide an
arching umbrella across the trail. As she started to descend with the trail,
her boot slid across a slick stone, and she toppled backward in slow motion.
She wheeled her arms, trying to right herself, but could not stop the plunge
until her backpack hit the ground, and she landed – thump – on top of it.
This
was supposed to be a diet plan, not a death sentence
, she thought, lying on her back like a turtle
on its shell, her arms and legs sprawled helplessly at her side. I may drown. The downpour pummeled her
full in the face, but she lacked the
energy to sit up, free herself from the 30-pound pack, heft it onto her back,
and start the hike again.
As the rain doused her face, she slipped one
arm from her pack and turned onto her side, away from the sky. For just a
moment, she allowed herself to rest, curled into the fetal position beside her
pack. A tingle began in her spine, and, in the moment she pondered why—everything
went black.
 About The Author
 
 

Paulita Kincer is the author of three novels, The Summer of FranceI See London I See Franceand Trail Mix. She has an M.A. in journalism from American University and has written for The Baltimore Sun, The St. Petersburg Times, The Tampa Tribune, and The Columbus Dispatch. She currently teaches college English and lives in Columbus, Ohio, with her husband and three children.

 

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