Blog Tour: Granted Wishes by Tanya Vought

Granted Wishes
By Tanya Vought
Publisher: Booktrope
Published: February 23, 2015
Genre: Romance

A decision that will change her life forever.

After the loss of her husband, Gracelynn Calhoun has struggled with her life and career. Forced to take a four week vacation or be fired from her job, she surprises everyone including herself and agrees to the vacation.

The owner of Antonetti Suites, Giovanni works hard and doesn’t have time for relationships or love. That is until he literally crashes into Gracelynn. She brings back all the feelings he thought he would never feel again.

With the odds stacked against them in every way possible, will they forge ahead together or will this be the end of the road for their newfound love? Will the whispers from above bring them together or will misunderstandings ruin what could be an amazing second chance at love?

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The dark, somber sky matches Gracelynn Calhoun’s disposition. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest as she grips the steering wheel of her Hyundai Accent. From her windshield, she notices the barren trees that once held her favorite fall foliage. Looking at them makes her feel just as empty as the trees in the Layton Hills Cemetery. She releases her right hand from the steering wheel, and clutches her angel necklace as tears pour down her cheeks. She closes her eyes, continuing to hold the necklace, remembering the day her beloved gave it to her. She lets go of her necklace, opens her green-grey eyes and wipes her cheeks.                      

While walking to her beloved’s tomb, leaves crinkle under her favorite pair of black, high-heeled shoes. As she reaches the stone, tears trickle down her face and she drops to her knees. She immediately starts cleaning around his grave, removing all debris.

She stares at the gravestone, and drags her fingers over the intricately carved angel wings. She reads aloud, even though she doesn't need to. "Angelo Grant Calhoun. 11/28/1980 - 11/30/2012. "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine." More tears stream down her face. She reaches up and touches the top of the stone, resting her hand in the middle of the stone, like she’d be touching Angelo's heart.  “I miss you so much, Angelo. How can I move on with my life…move on without you?” she cries to the gravestone. "I love you so much. I wore your favorite dress and shoes, hoping that you’d see me today. How crazy is that?" She laughs through tears, wipes her cheeks with her hand and grabs her necklace. “I still remember the day you gave me this,” she expresses to the gravestone. “How can I move on when you were my whole life? I’ll love you forever and always.” The wind picks up suddenly and all the leaves that she had just cleaned up go flying around her. She looks around now, with the leaves in her hair, and hears disembodied laughing. She tries to pick the leaves out of her hair, now full of dead foliage. She looks around the stones, but spots no one else. “I'm losing it. No one is here, Gracelynn. Get a grip,” she tells herself as she stands back up, and continues to clean herself off.

She bends down to wipe her beloved's stone again, and her phone rings. Startled, she falls down and lands on her butt. "Good grief," she shrieks. Her phone rings again, and she opens her small purse to take out the phone. It’s Ben calling.  She stands up and looks around, hoping there isn't anyone around who witnessed the entire ordeal. "Hello, Ben. What can I do for you?" she asks as she brushes the back of her behind, wondering what he wants.

"Hello, Gracie," he purrs into the phone. Oh boy. This must be a doozy for him to talk like this on the phone. “Cassie and I have some things we’d like to go over with you. When are you coming in?”  This time around, he sounds monotone, neutral. She glances at her watch, and realizes she’s late for work. "Oh man, Ben, I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't realize the time. I'm at the cemetery and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she tells him while wiping her right hand down her dress in a nervous gesture.

"Oh, Gracelynn. I'm such an ass,” Ben says through the phone. “I forgot you were going there this morning. Take all the time you need and I'll see you in say, a half hour?" he asks her and hangs up, leaving Gracelynn more confused than before.


About the Author:

Who has been instrumental in inspiring you as a writer?

That is a great question. My two best friends. They are both authors and told me to not give up. They were supportive, encouraging and told me to keep on with my story! I’m forever grateful to them for making me finish my dream… and make it reality.

What are you currently working on? 

I am actually writing a demon story at the moment. It’s much deeper and darker than Granted Wishes. I am thrilled to be working on this and show readers a deeper and darker side of me. 

Tanya Vought is a hopeless romantic. She loves reading, writing, singing and doing crafts with her children. What started as a lifelong dream became reality. She’s overjoyed that readers will get to read her debut, Granted Wishes. She loves her characters sexy and sassy. She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and two amazing and imaginative children.

Also on Twitter: @Tanya_TBOM
Instagram: @writer2015

Book Spotlight & Giveaway: The Curse Servant by JP Sloan

The Curse Servant
The Dark Choir 
Book 2
J.P. Sloan
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Date of Publication:  February 26, 2015
Number of pages:  346
Word Count:  99,400
Cover Artist:  Conzpiracy Digital Arts

Book Description:  

The one person standing between Hell… and an innocent girl… is a man without a soul.

A regular life isn’t in the cards for Dorian Lake, but with his charm-crafting business invigorated, and the prospect of a serious relationship within his grasp, life is closer to normal than Dorian could ever expect. In the heat of the Baltimore mayoral campaign, Dorian has managed to balance his arrangements with Deputy Mayor Julian Bright with his search to find his lost soul. Dorian soon learns of a Netherworker, the head of a dangerous West Coast cabal, who might be able to find and return his soul. The price? Just one curse.

Sounds easy… but nothing ever is for Dorian. A dark presence arrives in the city, hell-bent on finding Dorian’s soul first. Innocents are caught in the crossfire, and Dorian finds it harder to keep his commitments to Bright. When the fight gets personal, and the entity hits too close to home, Dorian must rely on those he trusts the least to save the ones he loves. As he tests the limits of his hermetic skills to defeat this new enemy, will Dorian lose his one chance to avoid damnation?

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I knew this wasn't going to be the typical meeting with Julian Bright when, instead of the usual political organ-grinders at the campaign headquarters, I found a soccer mom duct taped to a chair, foaming at the mouth. Her grunting and growling echoed off the bare sheetrock walls of Julian's office, vacant except for the three of us.

I peeked through the blinds covering the locked storefront to make sure none of volunteers were back from the morning rounds. Satisfied we were alone, I turned to Julian.

He waved his arm at the woman in a lazy circle. "So, this is why I called."

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Amy Mancuso. You know her?"

I shook my head.

"She's a volunteer. Her team was working Cold Spring by Loyola when she started swearing and spitting at the residents. By the time her team captain called me, she'd kicked someone's dog. Terrier, I think. Or one of those purse dogs."

I winced. "Remind me not to hand out yard signs for you. Jesus."

"It's not like we do background checks on volunteers. I figured she probably missed some meds or something."

"But you called me instead of the paramedics."


"Why?" I asked as I took a step toward her.

Amy's grunting halted as she straightened in her chair. Her head swiveled slowly in my direction, and her eyes sent the creeping chills up my neck.

With a nerve-rattling tone she growled, "Is that Dorian Lake I smell?"

I'd never enjoyed the sound of my own name less.

Julian turned a shoulder to me and whispered, "That's why."


I slowly approached Amy, pulling my pendulum from my jacket pocket in a slow, non-threatening motion. Last thing I needed at that moment was to send a crazy person into a panic. I assumed she was crazy. My pendulum would determine whether she was unnaturally energized or the usual cat-shaving flavor of lunatic.

Her eyes were dilated; her mouth twisted into the most unsettling smile one could imagine on the face of an otherwise average woman.

"Have we met?"

"Poor little Dorian lost his soul."

Okay, this was probably a legitimate problem.

I dangled the pendulum in front of Amy. The little nugget of copper spun from the end of its chain in a perfectly Newtonian fashion. Nothing pulled it contrary to the laws of Nature. I couldn't even feel a tug on the chain.

She continued, "Lost his soul, he lost his soul. Dropped it down a rabbit hole."

"I suppose you think you're being clever?"

"Is he doomed or is he dead? Will he damn your soul instead?"

This conversation had lost all of its charm.

"Who am I talking to?"

She sucked in a huge gulp of air and craned her neck at a painful angle toward the ceiling. A sick squealing noise leaked from her lips as her arms trembled. When she finally released her breath and sank back down into her chair, she simply chuckled.

"We're going to find it, you know. And when we do, we're going to eat it."

I leaned in as close as I dared and whispered, "If you think I'm afraid of you, then you need to know something. I'm not impressed."

"It won't be long now."

"Did someone send you, or is this just a courtesy call?"

She smirked. "We're going to enjoy this."

I was knitting together a clever response when a loud rip of tape crackled through the room. Her hand slammed up underneath my jaw, fingers clamping around my throat. My head filled with blood, and I tried to cough through the gag reflex. The harder I beat on her hand to let go, the wider that creepy smile got.


About the Author:

J.P. Sloan is a speculative fiction author ... primarily of urban fantasy, horror and several shades between. His writing explores the strangeness in that which is familiar, at times stretching the limits of the human experience, or only hinting at the monsters lurking under your bed.

A Louisiana native, Sloan relocated to the vineyards and cow pastures of Central Maryland after Hurricane Katrina, where he lives with his wife and son. During the day he commutes to the city of Baltimore, a setting which inspires much of his writing.

In his spare time, Sloan enjoys wine-making and homebrewing, and is a certified beer judge.

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Book Spotlight: Prime by Windsor Harries

Title: Prime
Author: Windsor Harries
Genre: Science-Fiction

Since birth, Toch has prepared for his destiny: to become the Prime, the being who would save his race from the oppressive Spidon. Perfected over uncountable generations, the genetic power that will free them lies dormant until he reaches maturity. Until then, with the help of his friend and Protector, he needs to stay hidden—and safe—from the Spidon.

Everything goes according to the Plan, until a traitor reveals the truth about Toch, putting the future of their entire race in danger . . .


“We cannot find the ant we seek. They hide it well.”

The Spidon commander was weary. It had been aboard this ship, circling this pathetic planet, for most of its adult life, and it longed for a new post, a more exciting assignment. Babysitting these ants—no more advanced than rote insects—was tiresome. It longed for real battles, for a challenge. All the ants were just like that ambassador who had informed him of the plot involving this so-called Prime—they whinged and bowed with cowardice.

However, this Prime, if it truly existed, interested the commander. For the first time above the loathsome planet, it was intrigued by the possibilities. Perhaps, finally, an ant with some fight in it. The commander wanted to find the Prime not only for the security of the Spidon—for the stories of the Defenders were truly harrowing—but also as a personal challenge. Perhaps this Prime could offer some interesting distractions.

The commander exploded its order at the officer who’d brought the bad news. “No excuses! Find it.”

The officer, intimidated by the commander’s anger, replied, “Without knowing this type of ant’s gene pattern, we cannot detect it.”

“Idiot! Search for the Defender gene pattern.”

“We have already. There is nothing.”

The commander said, more to itself than to the officer, “It will have mutated.”

The officer continued, “Until the ant matures, we won’t be able to detect the foreign pattern.”

The commander’s rage was stoked again. “I know that. You bring excuses instead of bringing me the ant.” The commander turned abruptly to the communications officer. “Then we use other means. Open the channels.”

The communications officer adjusted some controls. “The channels are open.”

The commander had always enjoyed direct communications with the ants. It knew the fear the sound of its voice brought to their hearts, especially when it rang out unexpectedly, as now.

It called out, appreciating the dramatic impact this would have. “Ants! We seek the ant you call the Prime. Send me this Prime you have bred to defeat us. We will demonstrate our might. Deliver this Prime to a liaising station. If this does not occur within two hours, there will be a Lesson. Comply now.”

The commander signalled for the channel to be closed. It imagined the turmoil its words had just inspired, imagined the quaking ants sitting around the speakers and hearing the ultimatum, terrified of the impending consequences. These were the moments that made the commander’s tenure at this post bearable.

It was looking forward to meeting this Prime.


About the Author:

Windsor Harries was born and raised in Toronto, Canada in the heady years between TV's heyday and the internet revolution. He has been writing ever since he can remember. His early influences include Edgar Rice Burroughs and Doctor Who (Tom Baker, of course). For his mild-mannered secret identity, he works as a marketer in the financial services industry. He had written numerous books, but Prime is his first published novel.


Book Spotlight: Lucian's Soul by Hazel Gower

Lucian’s Soul
Hazel Gower
Release Date: February 12, 2015
Genre: Erotic Romance, M/F, Para Demons/Angels
Publisher: ARe

Book Description:

Since the beginning of time, humanity has made one fatal mistake... Angels and demons are not who humans think they are.
For millennia it has been up to the king of the demons, Lucian, to save humans and shifters from the horrors the angels inflict upon the world and the innocents living within it.

He’s grown weary of the war and his passion for saving his charges has faded. But there is hope. It is said when the angels are close to achieving their goal, and Lucifer himself barely cares anymore, the tides will turn and love will cure all.

Lucifer will find his one. His soul mate. A mate who will love him unconditionally, lending him strength and power more deadly than anyone could imagine. And now...that time has come.

About the Author:

Hazel Gower is the mother of four terrors between the ages of four and nine. She started writing down her story ideas in high school, and never really stopped. Writing is her salvation. After she’s gotten all the kids in bed and has cleaned up, she sits at the computer, or sometimes with a notebook and a pencil, to relax, write, and escape.


Cover Reveal: Fall of Knight by Steven Cross

Title: Fall of Knight

Author: Steven Cross

Genre: YA psychological thriller

Publisher: Booktrope Publishing

Release Date: April 7th, 2015

A normal teenager Dean Knight is not.

With a mental illness that threatens to take over his sanity; a sister who’s deep in her own problems; and a wasted mother who couldn’t care less about it all, Dean is left to battle real life on his own. School, bullies and medications are his realities.

Then there are also the ghosts, the hallucinations and of course – the monster.

In the middle of it all, when everything seems to lose purpose, hope comes shining down on Dean’s miserable life. Her name is Ella and for one reason or another, she actually wants to be close to Dean. With Ella’s help, the lost teenage boy decides that he could finally win a battle or two – both in real life and in his writing.

But hope is a tricky thing. And the monster seems to know that.

When secrets buried down for almost a decade come out in the open, what do you do?

Steve Cross’s first successful writing project was a play about a werewolf that his eighth grade English class performed. Though the play was never published, the warm fuzzy feeling from its public performance has never quite left Cross, who continues to sink his teeth into a variety of writing projects. His first publication was a haiku, followed by two middle grade novels published by POD publishers and a young adult novel published by Buck’s County Publishing.

A fanatical St. Louis Cardinals baseball fan; a lover of all kinds of YA fiction, as well as the writings of Dean Koontz and Stephen King; a fan of all kinds of music – from Abba to the Zac Brown band, Cross dreams of the day he will write a best-selling novel or sell a screenplay for seven figures, so he can retire and write more best-selling fiction.  Until that day, he and his wife Jean, Missourians born and bred, will continue to toil in the field of education and live in peace with their two dogs and two cats and wait around until their daughter Megan and son-in-law Sean give them grandchildren to spoil.





Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Shadow of Loss by Josefina Gutierrez

Title: The Shadow of Loss
Author: Josefina Gutierrez
Genre: YA Realistic Fiction

Evelyn Gonzalez keeps losing people, which is always hard, but has she lost something much more?  Has she lost her soul?  Evelyn has a nervous breakdown and is institutionalized, after months of sorrow and pain she is thrust back into the world.  The world of teenage angst and Calculus.  But can she trust people again?  Especially after hurtful assumptions and judgments made her miss her junior year of high school.  Evelyn is just trying to heal what she lost and graduate from high school.



“Uh sorry…am I sitting in your spot?” I ask him.  When he turns around I notice it is the guy that helped me this morning.

“Nah.  You’re good,” he says and winks, “We meet again.  I’m Matt,” he extends his fist.

“It would seem so,” I awkwardly tap his fist.

He then goes on to ramble, apparently he doesn’t need me to say anything, because he talks like we have known each other since birth.  I have to breathe, but I just let out a sigh instead.  “…so you see he is usually content with a blotch on a piece of paper, as long as you can come up with a seemingly logical, illogical, explanation for how society has undermined your very existence,” he says.  I’m not even sure what he’s talking about, so I just nod and say, “Yup.”

“Ya know I like this mysterious slash hippie vibe you have going on,” he exaggerates by waving his arms up and down my heavy frame, “Like you aren’t a tree hugger per se because you have those boots, which are pretty badass for this town.  But you also dress like you just don’t give a fuck and would punch someone in the face if they looked at you wrong.  Am I right?  Oh please tell me I’m right,” he grins like the Cheshire cat.

“I’m not sure what to say to any of the blibber-blabber that came out of your mouth,” I say and immediately regret it.  Shit.  Shit.  Shit.  I probably offended him, “I’m sorry,” I obsessively pull on my jacket sleeve.  I can feel my left arm burning.

“Nah.  You’re good.  More than good my mysterious hippie friend,” he says and pats my shoulder.  “I have this flyer for an epic party I’m throwing this Saturday.  Well every Saturday actually.  You will be tripping balls…if you had any…you should come and soak in my awesomeness.”

“Uh thank you…humbleness isn’t really high on your list huh.”

“I am awesome.  It is a fact.  You know—” he begins to say and is cut off by a loud bang at the front.


About the Author:

Josefina Gutierrez is a Young Adult eBook author and a forever student.  Josefina writes Young Adult Multicultural, Sci-fi, and Fantasy literature in her free time when she’s not embarking on adventures with her son and gnomes Fitzgerald and Bartholomew. Josefina’s current projects in the works are a New-Adult fiction eBook and a Fantasy dystopian eBook, the first in a series, due out in 2015.


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Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Witch's Diary by Kate Baray

Title: Witch’s Diary
Author: Kate Baray
Genre: Urban Fantasy

A romp with Max Thorton becomes more, but Kenna McIntyre's standing by her tried and true method of dating--she's moving on. Having successfully dodged Max's calls and crushed any remaining sparks, Kenna learns that one of their encounters has produced startling results--a pregnancy she didn't believe possible and activation of her fire witch powers.

Can she reconcile her past relationship failures with a future that includes Max--if only as the father of her child? And what about her knitting, crafting, home-body mom who turns out to be a bad-ass fire witch fighting for the good of humans everywhere? Can Kenna be a devoted mom, a crime-fighting daughter, and a newly awakened witch without losing her sanity?

With the help of friends Lizzie and Jack, her shockingly capable mom, and a feisty little magical book that refuses to be silenced, Kenna might just have a shot.

Witch's Diary is fourth in the Lost Library (Paranormal Urban Fantasy) series, but can be enjoyed as a standalone novel. Witch's Diary is approximately 225 pages.


About the Author:

Baray writes urban & paranormal fantasy, frequently with a romantic twist. She writes and lives in Austin, Texas with her pack of pointers and a bloodhound. Kate has worked as an attorney, a manager, a tractor sales person, and a dog trainer, but writing is her passion. When she's not writing, she volunteers with a search and rescue team, sweeps up hairy dust bunnies, and watches British mysteries.


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