As winter approaches in the Northern Hemisphere, my inner bookaholic rejoices because that means there’s more time to read. There’s nothing better than curling up with a good book. N. N. Light has gathered both new releases and backlist in this giveaway that’s sure to please any booklover. Free e-copy, print and audio books are just waiting for readers to indulge in. You can even enter one of mine. Enter below and good luck! The list is long and personally, I’d love to win myself but alas, I can’t. So, I’ll just live vicariously through the lucky winners. If there’s a particular book or prize you’d like to win, be sure to say which prize you want when you enter via Rafflecopter. Enter below and good luck!
– N. N. Light
N. N. Light’s Book Heaven runs this contest every month! Here is the list of December prizes, including our entry, an autographed copy of Detour Ahead (Riders Up, Book Four).
autographed print copy of A Phoenix Rising
by Vivienne Brereton
autographed print copy of Pushing the
Limits (Holiday-themed contemporary romance) plus swag generously donated by
Nancy Fraser (US/Canada only)
autographed print copy of Detour Ahead by
Adriana Kraft (US/Canada only)
e-copy or print copy of winner’s choice of
one of C. C. Bolick’s books
print copy of Six Months by Mona Sedrak
e-copy of Debriefing the Dead by Kerry
5 e-copy of Road to Armageddon by Clabe
e-copy of Lie to Me by Christine Kirchoff
e-copy of The Cauldron Stirred by Judith
e-copy of The Queen of Paradise Valley by
e-copy of Fortune’s Folly by Cat Dubie
autographed print copy of Harnessing Light
by S.B. Goncarova (US/Canada only)
e-copy of Once Broken by D. M. Hamblin
e-copy of A Debt to the Devil by D. M.
e-copy of Kiss of the Virgin Queen by
e-copy of Tied Up With Strings by Madeline
e-copy of Dickensen
Academy by Christine Grabowski
e-copy of Lyrical Embrace by Amber Daulton
autographed print copy of Dante’s Gift by
Aubrey Wynne (US only)
e-copy of Pearlman by David Russell
e-copy of Palace of the Stars by Karina
e-copy of The Colony and The Last City by RM Gilmour
Dee is giving away an ebook of Only a Good Man Will Do and a $10 Amazon card during the tour. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may enter every day for your chance to win. You may find the tour locations here http://bit.ly/OWO122019
About One Woman Only:
As one of a set of triplets, Jonah always feels the need to make his individuality known. So where his brother Daniel is serious and completely focused, Jonah shuns commitment. Where his genius brother Mark is hailed in the scientific world, Jonah hides beneath a car, tinkering. Thing is, being different isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It takes a woman—the right woman—to make him see that a “good man” can always be a better man.
Kelly turned at the sound
of Jonah’s voice behind her. Dinner had ended. All three of the boys had given
best man speeches and Eve had even given a very creditable matron of honor
speech, considering she had only known Marilyn and Caleb a short time. Lots of
toasts had been raised and finally the live band had struck up the music. Caleb
led his bride onto the floor for a foxtrot—a dance more than half of the guests
had no idea how to do, including her.
Facing Jonah she sighed
inwardly at how scrumptious he looked. Sure, his face was pretty much displayed
on his brothers’ heads, too, but there was something different about Jonah. His
nose was just a little crooked from when Bobby Hendricks had broken it in ninth
grade and his eyes held an especially bright sparkle when he smiled. Maybe…
Well, she didn’t know what caused the difference between Jonah and his
brothers. Whatever it was, she had never been fooled by the so-called identical
nature of the identical triplets. She’d wanted to be his girl since elementary
school. Thought she would be in high school. And then she’d forced every last
thought of him from her mind from senior year on.
“I don’t know how to
He shrugged. “Who does
except those over fifty?” He glanced at his folks, still alone on the
dancefloor, although a few couples were wandering out to join them now.
“We can pretend.”
She mentally compared
standing on the sidelines alone now that Mama Rio left the party, or being held
in Jonah’s arms. Smiling, Kelly held out her hands. “Just don’t step on my
toes, Jonah Goodman, or there’ll be hell to pay.”
Together they walked onto the dancefloor. He took her right hand in his left
and placed his right hand on her waist. Fortunately for them, the music changed
to a slow tempo. Kelly laid her head on Jonah’s shoulder, and he tugged her
closer as they swayed to the music.
“This is nice,”
“Yes it is,” she
replied. So very nice. He smelled good. Beneath the light citrus fragrance of
his aftershave was a slight whiff of pure man with maybe a twinge of motor oil
or something so Jonah it brought tears to her eyes.
He rubbed a path up to her
shoulder blades and gave a squeeze. “You fit me perfectly, Kelly.”
“You sure do. I think
our hearts can feel each other beat.”
“Smooth talker. Face to face like this our hearts are on opposite
“Hey! I’m trying to be
She sighed. “Keep on.
She felt his smile. Raising
her head she gave him a mock glare. “Watch it with those pregnant pauses,
He used his hand to press
her head back to his shoulder. “You do smell good, though. This isn’t the
same perfume you wore in high school. That was—”
said at the same time. Once more she raised her head to look at him. “How
did you remember that?”
“I remember much more
than you might think.” He turned her and moved her closer to the door onto
the patio. “Each spring when lilacs are in bloom memories come flooding
back. Does that surprise you?”
“More like shocks
me,” she said, grinning. And then she laid her head on his shoulder once
more, finding she liked it more and more there in his arms. She stepped
slightly closer and his arm tightened about her.
“Well, after a while I
thought lilac seemed too girlish. I like the vintage scents, so in college I
wore Wind Song. Then Shalimar was the scent Brad liked me to wear.” She felt
Jonah stiffen when she mentioned her ex, and really she didn’t blame him.
“But when I grew up enough finally to take charge of my own life, I
started wearing Chanel No 5. A complex fragrance for what I hope is a complex
“It suits you. Complex
and beautiful.” He kissed her temple. “Want to step outside for a
“Sure. It is a little
warm in here.”
On the patio, they could
hear the sounds of the people from the television networks packing up
equipment, chatting and laughing. Stars shone brightly in the clear night sky.
Wood smoke from someone’s fireplace wafted through the air and static
electricity fairly crackled in the crispness of the autumn air.
“This is my favorite
time of year,” Kelly said. “The heat of summer is gone and winter nights
curled up with a hot drink and blazing fire are ahead.”
“Not me. I’m a summer
boy all the way.”
“A hothead you
mean?” she teased.
“Oh, I’m hot all
right.” He waggled his brows at her. Kelly laughed.
“I do seem to remember
that about you.”
“You used to be pretty
hot yourself. Still are.” He leaned in. His eyes flicked down to her lips.
Kelly sucked in a breath. She should stop him, she really should.
About the Author:
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it.
That’s how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she’s lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at email@example.com.
After taking a break, we have a new release scheduled from Extasy Books early next year, so to celebrate we’re giving away autographed print books, one every month. This month it’s Cassie’s Hope, Book One in our horse racing series, Riders Up. Contest link after the excerpt:
Here’s a Sunday morsel for you:
“You’ll do it then?” Her dad’s voice squeaked.
Guilt, excitement and fear washed over Cassie in such
quick succession that she couldn’t sort them out. Was she yielding? Hell, it’d
been a done deal before she’d left Hope in her paddock. “Yes, I’ll try. Six
months. No more. She is a very promising filly. I still don’t know how we can
afford to do this.”
“We can afford it.” Tug’s eyes twinkled. “I got
somethin’ else to tell you. Didn’t wanna till after you made up your mind.
Didn’t wanna influence you too much…I’ve agreed to sell eighty acres to Mr.
Dillingham, who’s been after that land for the last five years. After taxes and
everybody’s fees, we should net a little over a million dollars.” Nodding
softly, he said, “For once, I think we can afford to chase this dream.”
“Holy shit!” Cassie shrieked. “You did what? Why now?”
“There’s plenty of farm left for horses. Thought maybe
I’ve been too stubborn for my own good. This may be my last chance, Cass.
Holdin’ on to land is an important principle. But bein’ land poor probably
don’t make much sense either. It’s yours, you know. I’m just gonna share some
of it with you for awhile.”
“Oh, Daddy.” She bent down and kissed him on the
cheek. “I don’t know what to say! We could go out and buy contenders. Horses
that could be competitive stakes runners right away.”
“I know that.”
She saw a quick flash of that familiar stubborn streak
set deep in his cat-gray eyes.
“Nope. The key is to raise a big horse—not just buy
it. Any rich fool can buy into a good racehorse. That’s what baseball owners do
when they ignore their farm teams. It takes skill to raise a contender.”
What happens when a
fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish
temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her
Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming
turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks
fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a
passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes
clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery,
but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump
Five Stars at Goodreads: “…I took their journey with them. I felt their pain, their sadness, their struggles, and most of all their love. And that is the mark of a truly good book.” Faith, Goodreads
Cassie’s Hope is available at Amazon in ebook and print. It’s always free to read at Kindle Unlimited.