Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Tasty Tuesday & A Teaser ~ Cheryl Norman

Every Tuesday we'll welcome an Author who will share a foodie type post
with a recipe or two and some book promo !
Today please help me welcome Cheryl Norman...

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The Colonel’s Chicken

By Cheryl Norman


I announced my retirement four years ago. Silly me. Writers don’t retire. We write until we die. It isn’t a career; it’s a calling. So right before my sixty-fifth birthday (yes, that’s 65), I rejoined Romance Writers of America, sold a Christmas short story to one publisher, and pitched a category romance series to another. I participated in (and actually completed) the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) challenge, completing the first novel in my Drake Springs series. By my birthday, I had signed my first ever multi-book contract.

At an age when most people retire from jobs, I jumped back in with both feet. Reminds me of the true story of Harland Sanders. You may know him as Colonel Sanders. He was a genuine Kentucky colonel and dressed the part. His delicious fried chicken is legendary. But did you know he held many jobs, was fired from a few, and didn’t settle in a career until he was . . . (ta da) sixty-five? That’s right. In 1955, he sold his restaurant in Corbin and hit the road selling franchises of his secret recipe fried chicken, dubbed “Kentucky Fried Chicken” by his first franchisee in Utah, in 1952. The moniker stuck and now the chain is known globally as KFC.

Today, Yum! owns KFC and offers a number of dishes unrelated to Colonel Sanders’s recipes, but always his trademark chicken anchors their KFC menus.

The colonel made his fortune after he reached the age when most apply for Social Security and Medicare. His success story inspires me to continue writing, but it also inspires me to cook up a batch of his chicken recipe. This is no easy task since his herbs and spices are a secret. But using his method (pressure frying) and a knock off product called Kentucky Kernel Seasoned Flour, I come close enough.

If you don’t have a commercial pressure cooker (I confess. I do. I’m a kitchen nerd.), you can deep fry or skillet fry. It just takes more time. You’ll need the following ingredients:


1 2½-3 lb. fryer chicken, cut up

1 egg beaten in one cup buttermilk

1 box Kentucky Kernel Seasoned Flour (Available at most groceries and online)

½ cup corn starch

1 quart peanut oil


Soak the chicken in the egg/buttermilk mixture for 30 minutes.

Preheat the oil in the pressure cooker to 350°F. Use a candy thermometer because accuracy is crucial.

Combine cornstarch with the seasoned flour. Coat individual pieces of chicken in the flour until thoroughly covered.

Using tongs, carefully add each piece to the oil to brown. After 30 seconds, turn each piece. Don’t crowd your cooker. If necessary, cook the chicken in two batches.

Place lid on the pressure cooker, bring to pressure, and then time for six minutes (or 3 minutes per pound of chicken).

Quick-release pressure according to your manufacturer’s guidelines. Carefully remove cooker lid away from your face to avoid injury.

Remove each piece of chicken using the tongs and place on a platter. Serve immediately.

Every time you enjoy a piece of KFC,
think of Colonel Sanders and how he proved that success knows no age limit.

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Rebuild My World
(set in Drake Springs)

Cheryl Norman

Danger has followed Taylor Drake back to her small hometown, and it's up to Chief Deputy Adam Gillespie to protect her.
Both are unprepared for their intense attraction to ach other.
Will secrets from the old feud between their families threaten their future happiness?  Or will the killer?

Available from Turquoise Morning Press

Book 1 of Cheryl's new category romance series Drake Springs,
Return to Drake Springs,  
 will be available from the Turquoise Morning Press
Boutique collection/Next Door line October 2014

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Meet Cheryl:

Cheryl Norman wrote her first mystery at the age of 13.  After a career I telecommunications, she returned to fiction writing and won the 2003 EPPIE award for her contemporary romance, Last Resort. Her debut with Medallion Press, Restore My Heart, led to a mention in Publisher's Weekly as on of ten new romance authors to watch. 

Running Scared, a romantic suspense set in Jacksonville, Florida and Washington D.C., received a Perfect 10 from Romance Reviews Today.  Reviewer Harriet Klausner calls her writing, "Mindful of Linda Howard..."  Rebuild My World, is the sequel to Reclaim My


Tasty Tuesday & a Teaser ~ Paisley Brown & a giveaway

Every Tuesday we'll welcome an Author who will share a foodie type post
with a recipe or two and some book promo !
Today please help me welcome Paisley Brown ...
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A Treat from the Far North
by Paisley Brown
Pancakes are a Sunday morning tradition in my family. We take pancake mix, add water, cinnamon, and blueberries.
When I wrote Sexy Suitors from Space, I wanted the main character to experience the Finnish culture during her stay at the Kakslautannen Arctic Resort in Finland. So, I looked up Finnish and Nordic recipes on Pinterest. (Because that’s where I get all of my recipes lately.) To my surprise, I found a Finnish pancake called a pannukakku. Perfect! And definitely worth a try.
Here’s the recipe:
4 tbsp butter
4 eggs
2 ½ cups milk
1 cup flour
¼ cup sugar
½ tsp salt
1 tsp vanilla extract
**For a grain free pannukakku, you can substitute the flour for coconut flour & arrowroot powder. The milk can also be substituted with coconut milk.
1. Preheat the oven to 400°F.  
2. Place the butter in a 9×13 pan and put into the oven to melt butter until slightly bubbly.
3. Whisk together all eggs until combined.
4. Add the  milk, flour, sugar, salt, and vanilla. Blend together until batter is thin.
5. Pull the pan out of the oven.
6.  With caution, pour batter on top of melted butter.
7.  Cook for 30-35 minutes. When finished, it will be golden brown around the edges and bubble up, especially over the sides.
8. Top with powdered sugar, cinnamon & maple syrup. Or fresh fruit & whip cream. Or jam. Or warmed berries. The choice is yours.
9. Enjoy!
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Sexy Suitors from Space
By Paisley Brown
ISBN: 978-0-9919320-6-1
A vacation to the far North...

Heather is gifted a week away at a resort in the Arctic Circle by her grandmother, a chance to finally move on after finding her fiancé in bed with another woman.

With two Nordic hunks to keep her company...

The two sexy studs make is easy to get over her failed relationship. That is, until they tell her their secret.

Are the two men really extraterrestrials or just a fantasy created by her lonely soul?

Caution: Includes alien probing, anal sex, and a hot MFM ménage.
Available From:
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Adult Excerpt:
My breath caught as he moved over me, pinning me to the bed. “You sure don’t make this easy.”

“And neither do you. Just take me already.” How much easier could I get?

“Fuck.” He flopped onto his side and yanked me against him, my back to his chest, his cock resting between the cheeks of my ass. After lifting my leg and settling it over his, he drew a finger along my pussy. “This is all I can give you right now.”

I’d take whatever he was willing to give, hoping his limits changed the longer we spent in bed.

Alek rubbed along my opening and circled my clit. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I gripped the sheets. One way or the other, I planned to have his dick buried deep inside me.

He kissed my neck, grinding against my ass. Close to penetration, but not close enough. In desperation, I slid my hand between my legs and guided his shaft to my pussy.

As if on fire, he jerked away. “Dammit, Heather, why did you do that?”

“Because I want you to fuck me. How much more obvious can I make it?” Was the guy really so clueless?

“I can’t. How I wish I could, but I promised Erich—”

“Promised him what? If it involves me, I deserve to know.”

“You will find out soon enough.” He sat up, letting his gaze travel across the bed, avoiding a glance in my direction. “Until then, you will just have to be satisfied with what I can do.”

“And what exactly does that mean?” Was there a promise of something more?

“This.” He laid me onto my back again and knelt between my spread legs, sinking two fingers deep inside me. Not his cock, but definitely better than nothing. Leaning down, he flicked his tongue against my clit. I drew in a much-needed breath, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Alek’s thick, talented fingers sent me rushing toward my pending rapture. Waves of anticipation rippled through me. Such erotic torture.
Some vacation. Nothing but snow for miles. I might as well have been visiting the North Pole with all the layers of clothing I had on. And, somehow, the cold wind still managed to find the small amount of face I didn’t have covered, stinging the skin around my eyes.
“Are we almost there?” I could barely see five feet in front of me, only the mountain of a man directly ahead. If he slowed down for one second, I’d grab his coat with one hand and cover the rest of my face with my free arm. But if I didn’t keep up, I’d get lost in the blizzard. “Seriously, is the place I’m staying anywhere nearby?” Every other hotel I’d stayed at had the check-in desk within the building. Apparently not this one.
The man didn’t respond, kept walking, guiding me, hopefully, to the glass igloo where my grandmother held a timeshare.
“Get away for a few days, Heather,” she’d said, handing me the plane ticket to Finland and shoving me out the door. “You’ll have a lot of fun and forget about your scum of a cheating fiancé. It’s been a year since you kicked him out. Time to move on. Show off your new curves.”
Sure, curves that I’d gained from spending a week eating nothing but ice cream. Not only had I gained ten pounds, but I’d started crying Ben & Jerry’s. It still hadn’t helped my pain. I’d loved Todd and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Unfortunately, my love hadn’t been returned. But, a trip wouldn’t make me forget what I’d walked in on two days before Christmas.
I’d tried to return the tickets. “Snow and cold really aren’t my thing, Grandma.” Give me a tropical beach somewhere with tanned, muscled men, and I’d at least try to get over Todd.
Refusing to take them back, she’d only patted my hands. “You’ll be surprised how much fun it is in Lapland. I would go, but I’m getting too old to enjoy the...amenities. It’s your turn now.” She winked and shut the door behind her.
And there I was, trekking through the knee-deep snow north of the Arctic Circle, dreading the blanket of white and cold I expected to last my entire vacation.
I’m happily married with a naughty imagination. Sometimes all it takes is a whispered word or a sexy picture to inspire my next tale. My erotica stories may be contemporary, sci-fi, or paranormal, but all of them will leave you wet and panting for more. I also write science fiction romance as Jessica E. Subject.

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Tasty Tuesday & A Teaser ~ Haley Whitehall

Every Tuesday we'll welcome an Author who will share a foodie type post
with a recipe or two and some book promo !
Today please help me welcome Haley Whitehall...

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Dinner Rolls and Civil War Romance

Rolls are a big tradition in my family.  I have my great-grandmother's overnight roll recipe and another family recipe for sweet rolls.  In fact, rolls are the first thing I remember baking with my Grandma.  She passed away on March 18th so these memories have become even more special and precious.  I remember sitting on the kitchen counter and cutting out the rolls with a round cookie cutter...later when I was older she taught me how to mold the rolls into balls by hand.  We set them on the buttered tray, put melted butter over the top, craped a flour sack towel over the tray and waited for them to rise.

Rolls were the perfect addition to any meal and often were a meal by  themselves.  While everyone else in the family went for the homemade apricot jam, I smothered my rolls with honey just like Grandpa.  Sometimes I wonder if I missed out on all that good jam, but now I can't break the honey habit.  I guess my tummy was happy so that was  all that mattered.

At our big family gatherings like Thanksgiving and Christmas, many people would ask for seconds and thirds on the rolls.  We'd keep a pan in the oven so they'd remain warm.  Yes, those are happy memories.  The dinner roll recipe I wish to share with you is not in the family recipe box, but it is yummy, too.  I had to do a little culinary research when writing Soldier in Her Lap.  My Civil War era romance mainly takes place on a dirt farm in Georgia.  Towards the end of the war there wasn't much to eat in the South and people had to get by with very little.  Thus my simple dinner roll recipe...don't worry it is modernized for your convenience. ;)

Simple Dinner Rolls

1 1/2 cups warm water (110 degrees F/45 degrees C)
1 tablespoon instant yeast
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
2 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 teaspoon sea salt
4 cups all-purpose flour, lightly spooned into measuring cup, then leveled off

In a large bowl, stir together warm water, yeast, and sugar.  Let stand until creamy, about 5 minutes.

To the yeast mixture, add the oil, salt, and 2 cups of the flour - incorporate the flour to create a wet, sticky mixture.  Add 1 cup of the remaining flour and incorporate.  Once mixed, ad the remaining1 cup flour.  It takes a lot of muscle to mix rolls by hand!  Mix the dough to incorporate remaining flour.  Knead dough until smooth and elastic.  Lightly oil a large bowl and place the dough in the bow - turn to coat.  Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and let rise in a warm place until doubled in volume, about 20-30 minutes.

Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and gently deflate into a rectangle.  Cut it in half vertically, then each half vertically again into thirds so you have 6 equal strips of dough.  Cut each strip of dough into fourths by cutting horizontally to make 24 little squares of dough.  Take each piece of dough and cup it lightly under the palm of your  on a clean surface.  Press lightly and start rotating and rolling the dough ball quickly so that it forms a nice little ball of dough.  Once you get some practice, you can do this with both hands at the same time and really speed up the process.

Place each rolled piece of dough into a lightly greased 9x13 baking pan in rows of 4 about 1/2-inch apart.  Cover the rolls in the pan with a lightly greased piece of plastic wrap and let rise to double while your oven is preheating to 400 degrees F (200 degrees C) - about 20 minutes.  If you want an even more golden color to the rolls, brush them with a little melted butter before baking.  Bake for 13-15 minutes in the preheated oven, or until golden brown.  Serve warm and enjoy!

Tip:  If you prefer your rolls sweet, you can double the amount of sugar in the recipe.


Trapped by her alcoholic abusive father, Sophia Carpenter longs to escape her life of drudgery on her father's dirt farm in Clark Springs, Georgia.  Making matters worse, her father's scared off every man who tried to call on her.  She longs for freedom, but with the Civil War raging, even fewer men are available to fulfill her dreams - unless a soldier landed in her lap.

Conscripted into a war he never wanted to fight, Lucas Grady is tired of battle and refuses to lay his  life down for a lost cause.  After a musket ball tears through his leg, he deserts from the ambulance wagon rather than risk a field surgeon's saw.  He barely makes it to Sophia's farm before collapsing.

The wounded soldier's arrival seems like a dream come true, but first she must save him from his injuries - and her father.  As forbidden attraction blooms between them, they will have to struggle to survive.  Can their love overcome so many obstacles or will they become another casualty of the War Between the States?



Excitement threaded through her. Was she finally getting a man? A handsome, caring and courageous man at that. God had outdone himself when he’d answered her prayer.


“We have to keep this from Papa,” she said, her eyes widening. Mr. Grady hadn’t taken the musket with him to the barn. Her old man could come out here and shoot him at any time.


“We can for now. If that is what you wish, Miss Carpenter.”


Sophia exhaled. “That is what I want.” She shifted her weight. If they were going to court they needed to know more about each other. One question had been plaguing her since the evening she’d sewn up his leg. “I’d like to know about the battle.”


His eyebrows knitted together and he tipped his upper body back. “What would you like to know? War isn’t a ladylike subject.”


She didn’t care whether it was proper or not. Papa had never treated her like a lady. “How did you get shot?”


“Charging the Yankees,” he replied, a playful undertone to his voice.


He wasn’t much of a talker. She’d learned that very quickly. But she wanted a better answer than that. Maybe she should start with a more direct question. “What regiment are you from?”


“The 4th Georgia Infantry.”


Good. She could work off that. “So you’re from Georgia then?”


“No, ma’am. Tennessee. But I transferred to this regiment.”


“Oh. All right, but why did you end up on my doorstep instead of with your regiment?”


“Not much left of my regiment, ma’am,” he replied curtly. Color drained from his face, his eyes taking on a haunted look.


She swallowed hard. She didn’t need to bring it up the difficult subject now. They’d talk more about this later, when he was ready.


“I understand,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”


“One good thing came out of that battle,” he said, his gaze lifting to hers. “I met you.”


Her heart flipped. Yes, she was Cinderella, and he was the nobleman coming to her rescue. Talk like that would charm her silly. She already had a hard time keeping him off her mind. She’d pause in the middle of working in the garden and glance over at the barn.


One thing continued to bother her though. He seemed to be holding something back. Why hide something unless you were ashamed or worried or afraid? Maybe all three. Except Mr. Grady didn’t seem the type of man to do something wrong. He acted the perfect gentleman. “Mr. Grady seeing as how we’re courting I think it would be all right if you called me Sophia.”


Mr. Grady grinned; his eyes no longer looked haunted. “In private of course, Sophia,” he said. “And you may call me Lucas.”


“I look forward to getting to know you better, Lucas.” She had so many questions. Hopefully their next conversation went smoother. This one had been as bumpy as a toad’s back.

When the clock struck twelve would her dream come true or fade away?


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About Haley:

Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife.  She writes historical romance set in the 19th century U.S.  When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing.  She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming.  A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy.

Haley loves to connect with readers.  You can find her here:

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Author, author... Stone Cold by Jocelyn Adams (An Ironhill Jinn Novel) + #Giveaway all about it !!
Please welcome a guest post by Author Jocelyn Adams !!

When I started writing the Ironhill Jinn series, I knew I wanted to create an epic romance. Think the Fever series or the Anita Blake series that tease us with romantic tension that doesn’t get resolved in book one or even book three. I wanted those first few books to create rich, interesting characters who already had a rocky history together, and when they finally come together it would be…well…epic.


There was only one problem with my plan. I have zero patience. Zip. Zilch. Nadda. Think starving infant reaching for her milk level of patience, and that’s me.


I'm the girl who madly flips pages to get to the part where the insane attraction between the couple is finally consummated. When I'm writing a romance, I usually pump it out in a matter of weeks just so I can figure out how it ends and dwell in those lovely intimate moments. How could I possibly stand the tension between two of my favorite characters while I write the first few books?


I’m almost finished book three, and it hasn't been easy to say the least. I wanted so desperately to let the readers know what was coming, and it's been agony letting the characters get to know one another, and to slowly overcome the ginormous roadblocks I've placed between them and their happily ever after.


If I'd have been a plotter instead of a pantser, I might have mapped out the books on paper, maybe even written the scenes in my head that have been driving the entire series. But I'm not a plotter, and I can't seem to change that even though sometimes I think it would save me a lot of editing grief.


Usually when I write, I don't know where the story will go more than a few scenes in advance. This time I have all seven books in my head like a movie in excruciating detail, right down to the scenery in the room, the smells, and what everyone's wearing. Or what they're not. ;)


Who knew I had that much memory space up there in my brain? Sweet deal, I could work with that. So, after teasing my characters on the paper each day, I can satisfy my own impatience by slipping into my mental movie and enjoying the scenes I haven't gotten to yet.


I can’t wait to show them to you, too. Soon, very soon. Please have more patience than me. What’s your favorite romantic series?


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Stone Cold (Ironhill Jinn #2)

Jocelyn Adams
 PNR, Urban Fantasy


Not all monsters can be tamed.


Lou Hudson makes a deal with the Isaac to save the Ironhill jinn from execution…and lands on the front line of a war between the vampire and his sire.
Daddy Dearest intends to have Lou for himself to spite Isaac and begins meddling in every corner of her life. Her reputation shatters when people die, her monster-whispering skills shelved by public outcry and vampire politics.  
When forced to confront their enemy, she isn’t prepared for the depth of Isaac’s plotting—or her increasing attraction to him—and to end their latest crisis will only cost Lou a piece of her soul.


In the serenity of the Colorado night, without distraction, I noticed a scent surrounding Isaac I’d either ignored or hadn’t noticed before. Mineral hints of snow in chilled night air, and beneath it, the dewy scent of the earth in autumn. It drew up thoughts of Mum and the better times we’d spent together. My mind quieted further.

“Are you afraid?” Isaac asked, once again the guarded, regal lord. “Your terror should be painting the wind in shades of bitterness, but I scent nothing but your vanilla-tinged contentment.”
I thought for a moment before answering, watching a hawk sail across the last splashes of pink. “No, I don’t think I am. Is it strange that I find comfort in the scent of my executioner? That it plunges me into my most pleasant memories during my life?” I smiled. “I’ve never believed in God, but perhaps he exists after all and has granted me this small mercy at the end of all things.”
A rustle of fabric came to my ears as he shifted closer. “What do I smell like?”
Encouraged by his interest, I rolled his scent on my tongue, through the halls of my memory. “Frost-coated leaves on the forest floor in autumn when the earth is damp yet not frozen, and the wind has that first crisp hint of winter.” I’d always wondered why prisons would send a priest to the condemned, seeing no point in confessing anything, but I had a sudden understanding of how unburdening just having someone to listen could be.
I decided to share the memory. “Mum forbade me from using my abilities when I was young and we lived in England. Never let them see your strangeness, Lou-Lou Bean, she’d say. My jinn magic would build up and become almost blinding, and the longing was worse than starving. She finally gave in to my begging and took me up north to a small forest when I was three.”
My smile grew, and I let out a small laugh, remembering. “The first thing I did when she set me free was to drop to my knees and dig my fingers into the earth.” I stretched my hand out, almost feeling the cool soil squish against my palms. “It was late October like it is now. I had to shove away the leaves, inhaling the earthy scent of my element. The instant the rock called out to me and I could actually connect with it was like I’d been breathing with one lung all my life and could suddenly take in a full breath.”
I tried to shake off Mum’s reaction to it all back then, but it wouldn’t leave me, sucking the remembered joy out of me. “Mum always turned her back while I changed to stone. She didn’t like to see my strangeness, as if it would somehow drive the hurt deeper, that my father had cursed her with a condemned abomination for a daughter. She lived her entire life looking over her shoulder because of me.”


A tug came on my braid. I imagined Isaac running his fingers along the length of it, and that, too, was a strange sort of comfort coming from the last source I expected it from. I’m here, I heard in the act. I’m listening.
Authors Bio: 
Jocelyn is an office grunt by day and creator of romance and adventure by night. Born a farmer’s daughter with a vivid imagination, she spent her childhood dreaming up stories that remained untold until 2010.

With no formal training, she relied on the honest feedback of her writing group to take her from that first short story all the way to THE END of her first novel. She now has five published novels and has recently signed a 3-book deal with Entangled Publishing.

When she isn’t slinging words, you can find her shooting her bow or enjoying the serenity of family life in her little house in the woods.

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Author, author... Stroke of Love by Melissa Foster + #giveaway all about it !!

Stroke of Love

The Remington’s Series Book Two

By: Melissa Foster



Kate Parello runs a volunteer program in Belize for Artists for International Aid, where she deals with self-centered artists who use the program as a means to repair their marred reputations. She loves the country, the people, and what AIA stands for, but too many diva volunteers have turned her off to press-seeking celebrities altogether and left her questioning the value of the volunteer program. When she meets incredibly handsome and charming Sage, he stirs emotions she hasn’t felt for ages, even though he represents the things she despises.

Laid-back artist Sage Remington escapes his wealthy lifestyle in the Big Apple for a two-week journey of self-discovery to figure out how a guy who has so much can feel so empty. When he meets ultra-organized Kate, who lives her life the way he's always dreamed of living his, the attraction is too hot to ignore, but Sage is there to figure out what’s missing in his life, not to find a woman.

Every look, and every late-night chat in the romantic jungle brings them closer together, but Sage can barely think past stripping away Kate’s misconceptions about him. Kate fights him every step of the way—even though she finds it hard to ignore the strikingly handsome, generous-to-a-fault artist who wants to do nothing more than right the wrongs of the world—and love her to the ends of the earth.
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"Melissa Foster is a wonderful connector of readers and books, a friend of authors, and a tireless advocate for women. She is the real deal"-- Bestselling Author Jennie Shortridge

"What sets Melissa Foster apart are her compelling characters who you care about... desperately. This  is psychological suspense at its most chilling. I dare you to read the first chapter and not be hooked."  International bestseller, M.J. Rose 

Melissa Foster is an award-winning, International bestselling author. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the Women’s Nest, a social and support community for women, the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on  Fostering Success. Melissa is also a community builder for the Alliance for Independent Authors. She has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine. 

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