Hey, guys — MJ Post here. My motto, taken from the great Stan Lee, is “Excelsior!” It’s the state motto of New York State, where I reside. (I’m a Brooklyn school teacher, of course!) It means lots of things, but the most exciting thing it means is, “Keep on climbing! Keep pursuing your goals!” And sisters and brothers, I am doing that..
A few years back, I decided to take on this pseudonym and ask the great Mysti Parker to train me as a romance writer. That part of my heart just wasn’t getting expressed in my other work, and I wanted to write in a genre with loyal and passionate fans. So I’ll be working to get your loyalty by creating my own style of stories about strong, spunky heroines and the men who love them just the way they are.
Mysti and I entered the market as a team with Chances Are a while back, and since then we’ve been working on the City Meets Country series, a group of four interlocking new adult romance novellas with a couple of things that make them stand out.
First of all, they celebrate the diversity of the United States by showing what happens when people from different parts of the country and with different cultural backgrounds meet and fall in love. With me writing the city folks and Mysti writing the country folks, we make sure that both sides of the story are told by people who know their own communities well. You’ll find both the intense pace of the big city and the frank charm of the country — the best of both worlds!. (Wowz, that’s some value, I tell ya!)
I should mention: the books share characters by moving each heroine’s best girlfriend into the starring role in the next book. In Drive Me Crazy, the heroine Ellison Carlisle’s best friend is the Brooklyn loudmouth Lena Bosko. Guess who stars in book two, High on You? Yep, it’s Lena (foot in mouth, yipe!), and her buddy, Harper Wheeler, moves to Brooklyn for book three, Sealed with a Kiss. Harper’s best friend in Brooklyn is … well, you get the point. (Could we keep doing that forever, really? Hey, tell your friends to buy ‘em all and we might!)
Our stories are crazy with the laugh-out-loud funny bits, but at the same time, they’re about real people with real hearts who fall in love because they’re well-suited to be together. And if some steamy stuff happens between them (news flash, it definitely does!) — well, you know, times are tough all around, and our young couples deserve it.
These are novellas you’ll read again and again for the little moments you remember, some of them sweet, some of them a little bit, erm, naughty. (Who, me? No, I was just standing there…)
So here’s a bit of a selection for you, from book #1, Drive Me Crazy, now available at Amazon to buy or read on Kindle Unlimited. Book #2, High on You, is already available for preorder, and we’ll have one per month through April.)
Thanks for reading. I hope you’ll connect with Mysti and me online. We really appreciate our readers!!
Ellie hurried through the curtain and came nose to neck with a man.
“Hey, watch it!” He had a deep voice with a distinct Brooklyn accent like Lena’s.
“Um, oh, sorry,” she muttered before stepping out of his personal space.
“It’s fine. I’m looking for Kate.”
Ellie looked up at him. Big mistake. Luke Martelli blinked down at her. This time he wore a black t-shirt with a silvery “Quicksilver Performance Parts” logo on the front. She glanced down at his faded jeans, surprised to see a navy-blue brace on his left knee.
He tilted his head to one side and gave her a quick once-over with scrutinizing dark eyes. He didn’t have pissed-off written all over his face this time. His inviting lips slanted upward in a slight smile. Did he recognize her? At least she didn’t have tomato sauce all over her mouth. But, God, now all she could think of was having her mouth all over his. What was she? Fourteen?
“Oh, hey Luke,” Kate said as she came around Ellie, who had apparently forgotten how to move, speak, or breathe. “I’ve got the balloons, but the crepe paper is on backorder.”
Luke’s pissed off expression returned. “Damn it. You know when it’ll be in?”
“Let me check.”
He followed Kate to the counter and propped his elbows on it while she punched some keys on the computer.
“It’ll be at least a week,” Kate said. “Apparently, every float on the east coast is getting covered in crepe. My friend Jilly has a lot of silk flowers…”
“No silk,” Luke said, slicing the air with one big strong hand as though severing such a notion’s jugular vein. “Big Al is already on my ass over the Lemon Factory float. I’m tired of his itchin’, you know?”
“Oh, I know. You’d’ve been a lot better off in Pocono.”
“Tell my knee that.” He shifted his feet, taking some weight off the leg with the knee brace. “I’d take Pocono over this rat’s nest any day. No offense.”
“None taken, though we’ve not had a rat in a good two months.”
Luke chuckled. It was a deep and genuine sound, and Ellie suspected he didn’t have much to laugh at these days. She lingered near the bins of cheap toys, candy, and temporary tattoos designed to spur those last-minute buys as people waited in line with fussy kids. As though taking inventory or whatever would make her look less gaga teenager and more twenties professional, she examined some of the butterfly tattoos. “The real ones hurt, baby doll,” he said.
MJ Post is the pseudonym of a New York City teacher who writes contemporary romance. MJ writes about driven, spunky heroines and the men who love them for who they really are. MJ’s interests include fiction, education, and comic books — MJ particularly likes, of course, MJ (Mary Jane) Watson, who is an inspiration! MJ’s slogan is taken from Stan Lee: Excelsior!
MJ’s first romance novel will come out some time before summer 2018. You can track MJ’s progress with the novel, and see selections, by clicking like on MJ’s Facebook fan page ( https://www.facebook.com/MJ-Post-Author-302156203319243/ ) or even friending MJ on Facebook ( https://www.facebook.com/people/MJ-Post/1000084839887900 ) — MJ likes friend requests from prospective readers.
Mysti Parker is an award-winning author and shameless chocoholic. She writes romance for every reader’s taste from super sweet to scandalously spicy. When she’s not writing the next best-story-ever or tackling the endless mountain of laundry, she works as a freelance copywriter and editor. Mysti resides in Louisville, Kentucky with her husband, three children and too many pets.
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Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play
published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England,
and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. The Sun God’s Heir: Return, book one of
the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, Rebirth will come out on April 18th, followed in July by
the third and final book of the series, Redemption.
A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New
Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.
Grab Book 1, The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1 on Amazon:
(P.S. – Book 1 is Free!)
Kindle File Size: 667 KB
Print Length: 203 pages
Publisher: Mirror World Publishing; 1 edition
Publication Date: June 17, 2017
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Sharon Ledwith is the author of the middle-grade/young adult time travel adventure series, THE LAST TIMEKEEPERS, and the teen psychic mystery series, MYSTERIOUS TALES FROM FAIRY FALLS. When not writing, researching, or revising, she enjoys reading, exercising, anything arcane, and an occasional dram of scotch. Sharon lives a serene, yet busy life in a southern tourist region of Ontario, Canada, with her hubby, one spoiled yellow Labrador and a moody calico cat.
Escape to the past and have a blast.
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just as she remembered it, although it seemed much smaller now that she was
older. No larger than a water closet, the addition on the backside of the
Captain’s Quarters that had been built for her was still there as though, after
all this time, it was waiting for her return.
served as a handle, Meredith pulled the half-sized door open and was dismayed
to find that there was no way she’d fit inside the small space. It was filled
to the brim with all manner of junk. Tackle boxes, rope, a crate filled with
empty bottles, and a pile of soiled linen; her ‘bedroom’ had been repurposed
into the ship’s dumping ground.
is my room. For
no reason that she could fully articulate, Meredith felt indignant. Even if it’s been more than ten years, it
was built for me and I’m taking it back! The irrational desire to re-stake
her claim on something that hadn’t been hers for a decade took over and she
grabbed the nearest thing to her and turned with purpose, ready to hoist a
crate filled with empty liquor bottles over the railing and into the water
Laurent’s son grabbed hold of her arm before she could gain the height she
needed to throw the crate overboard.
jacket now, stood just behind him, almost as if staying out of her range. His
white shirt was nearly clean, though she could see where brownish grey stew coloured
the frills of his collar. Meredith felt only slightly guilty about her little
‘outburst’. He deserved it…he’s a jerk.
“you destroyed my room and I’m taking it back. It’s the only home I ever really
young Captain’s eyes. “That’s why it had a bed in there…I always thought it was
a dog house. Didn’t know why my dad would’ve wanted a dog aboard a ship, but he
was always doing all sorts of foolish things.”
arching a brow disdainfully in his direction. “Is that what you’re implying?”
hands going up in a defensive fashion. “No, of course not! My dad was always
winning strange sorts of stuff in poker tournaments. He was gambler.”
won in a card game, like some sort of…child slave?”
head, if that was possible, and his cheeks flushed. “Ah…no…I mean…you weren’t,
aren’t a stray dog or a child slave,” the noble interjected in a no-nonsense
tone of voice, his grey eyes dark, “do you mind telling us who you are and what
you’re doing here?”
the bit of mushy carrot in his hair was so at odds with his expression.
Saegard. I fell in the water, got drenched, then walked here during the night.
I was cold, wet, and badly bruised…from my fall. No one was around on deck, so
I thought I would warm up inside. I took my clothes off to dry so I wouldn’t
catch a cold and I used the silks because they were all I could find. That’s
when I fell asleep. And I would have told you all of that, if you weren’t being
such a jerk!”
Award winning novelist and international playwright Elliott Baker grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. With four musicals and one play published and produced in the United States, New Zealand, Portugal, England, and Canada, Elliott is pleased to release his first novels. The Sun God’s Heir: Return, book one of the trilogy, was released this past January, and book two, Rebirth will come out on April 18th, followed in July by the third and final book of the series, Redemption. A member of the Authors Guild and the Dramatists Guild, Elliott lives in New Hampshire with his wife Sally Ann.
Grab Book 1, The Sun God’s Heir: Return, Book 1 on Amazon ~ http://amzn.to/2mklqLB
It’s rare to find a book that you love so much that you immediately want to start reading again as soon as you have finished – but this is one of them! I loved how Tiffany Shand weaved the stories beautifully in the smaller form of novellas, something that most authors struggle to do, and I immediately found it impossible to put down. Kaylan is absolutely fabulous as a character: so fiery and independent, and yet so vulnerable and open about her hopes and fears. The more I read, the more I completely immersed myself in the world of the Amaranthine, and it was almost a bit of a shock when I looked up to see that hours had passed, and not only was my tea completely cold, but the sun had set and I was barely able to see the screen!
I would definitely recommend this trilogy to anyone who really loves a bit of urban dystopia romance fantasy . . . I’m not entirely sure how to define what Tiffany Shand creates, but I loved it!
Title: The Amaranthine Chronicles Box Set (3 Novellas)
Author Name: Tiffany Shand
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Release Date: January 25, 2017
Page Count: 203
Follow the Tour to Read Reviews of The Amaranthine Chronicles:
The Novellas in the Box Set:
Betrayed by Blood:
In a city of lies and deception, only one thing stands between chaos and justice. For centuries, a band of outlaws called the Amaranthine has kept the peace in Ormere and hidden in plain sight whilst the Order of Sorcerers spreads their deadly magic among the city’s inhabitants.
After losing her fiancé in bust gone wrong, Amaranthine Agent Kaylan Avilion returns home to discover that Elijah didn’t die but instead was changed by the twisted guards of the Order, who seek to find a dangerous artefact tied to Kaylan’s past and the murder of her family. When her sister goes missing and a foe from their past remerges, Kaylan knows she must save Freya before she’s poisoned by the very people who took Elijah away from her. But how will Kaylan react when she learns Elijah’s secret and can they come together to stop the Order’s plan in time?
Darkness is sweeping through the city of Ormere as unnatural creatures stalk through the streets. People are dying and time is running out as a new evil threatens to take control of everything. The Amaranthine Order has been decimated leaving only a few of its people left to fight the coming terror.
Stunned by her sister Freya’s betrayal and plot to take over the city, Kaylan must do everything she can to find out what Freya plans to do when she finds an infamous book linked to the murder of their family. A book considered so dangerous that the last High Lord erased its location from history, the Amaranthine Chronicles are said to contain the darkest of all magics.
Kaylan is happy to finally have her ex-fiancé, Elijah, back in her life but he’s not the man she once knew and loved. After being turned into a shapeshifter, Elijah struggles to control his inner beast and his lingering feelings for Kaylan.
Can Elijah and Kaylan come together to stop Freya and uncover the secrets of the book before it’s too late?
The Final Battle:
Darkness has claimed the city of Ormere and death has become a certainty for anyone stalking its empty streets. The government is in ruins and lawlessness ensues.
After their last encounter, Kaylan and Elijah barely managed to thwart her sister, Freya’s, latest attempts to find and use the elusive Amaranthine Chronicles. But in her desperation to receive ultimate power, Freya will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Even if it means destroying the last of her family.
Kaylan and Elijah must work on their fragile relationship and put their personal feelings aside to find the book and stop Freya before it’s too late. But with their allies growing thin, and a gang of ruthless shapeshifters close on their trail, will they finally find the book and stop Freya before time runs out? And will Kaylan have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her city and the man she loves?
Meet the Author:
Tiffany Shand started writing short stories when she was a child. After doing a creative writing course in her teens, she discovered her love of nonfiction writing and is now a freelance writer and professional editor.
She writes both non-fiction for writers and fiction, and is the author of the urban fantasy Excalibar Investigations Series. When she’s not writing, you’ll usually find her reading.
Tiffany lives in Essex, UK with her family, two very spoiled cats and a hamster.
“Do you know what a cat is, boy?” The veins in the man’s neck pulsed. His eyes were shot red with blood.
“A small animal?” René asked.
There was a laugh from the men standing around the mast. The boatswain’s gaze turned like a snake seeking prey. The laugh died. Only the sea continued to speak. In the presence of death, the men remained silent.
“You, James, bring me the cat. I don’t think this boy has ever seen a real one. Your education has been sadly incomplete, boy. You’ll be thankin’ me for this. I promise you.” The man’s voice was a rough whisper.
“Gob, there’s no need to add harm to the kid. ’Twill find him soon enough,” said James.
“Bring me the damn cat, Bailey.”
James walked over and handed the boatswain the cat-o-nine- tails. He caught René’s eye and shook his head. The cat had nine sinuous thongs of blood-encrusted leather dangling from a well-worn wooden handle.
“This here’s a cat, boy. As you can see, it ain’t no small animal. Now, there is a skill and a talent to usin’ a cat, both of which I am proud to say I have. You see, you need to take care the thongs don’t get all stuck together with blood and skin, which they’re wont to do. If that happens, the cat’ll take yer organs right out, and that’s always a bad thing. So you need to run your fingers between the thongs every couple of strokes, to keep ’em separate. I gotta tell you— as much pride as I take in usin’ the cat, sometimes I lose track. I try to keep count, but before I know it, I plumb forgot to clean the damn thing. I surely hope that don’t happen today.”
“I also have a skill and a talent, and I will kill you with it,” René said in a low voice.
The man hesitated, confusion written across his face. He laughed a quick bark followed by an angry shake of his head.
“Pay attention, boy.” He raised the whip before René’s face, separated the thongs of the cat, and petted it in a sensual way. “Turn him around, and chain him up. You there, strip off his shirt.”
A stroke cracked against René’s back, sending blood and skin flying. “It usually takes me ten or twenty strokes to get warmed up, so don’t get too excited yet.”
You have my attention now.
René centered himself and forced down his awareness of the pain. He counted on his estimation of the captain and Gaspard’s instructions. If he was wrong, he would be too hurt to try anything.
The whip cracked and pain sang along the bloody stripe down his back. René refused to cry out. He needed the respect of these men if he was to survive.
Blood trickled down the back of his legs. Time wavered, and he faded in and out.
The force of the cat drove him into the mast.
“Enough, Boatswain.” The master of the vessel had a stern voice long accustomed to command.
“But Cap’n, I ain’t nearly finished. I was just gettin’ warmed up.” The boatswain’s voice was thick with frustration.
“Part of our bonus is to deliver this boy alive to his fate. I do not intend to lose money to satisfy your pleasure, sir.” The captain was a tall, somber man with sharp eyes. He did not seem like the type of man to brook dissent. He called out to the crew, “Do any of you wish to donate your share to the boatswain’s pride?”
A chorus of denials rang out, along with a few variations on “leave the boy be.” As the men dispersed one of them muttered, “That is one tough kid. Never seen a man take ten without makin’ a sound.”
“Mister Bailey, unchain the boy and see to his wounds. He needs to be alive and aware in order for us to meet our commission.” The captain turned back to his work.
The boatswain stood there seething. His hand twitched. Droplets of blood jumped from the sodden leather to land on the deck. He leaned close enough for René to smell his foul breath. “We have time yet, boy. You and I still have business before the sharks get ya.”
René’s eyes met those of the wielder of the cat. “I have made you a promise, sir, and I always keep my promises.”
The man was mute in response.
SO: I have a proper treat for you guys today! Did you know that the third and final novel in the Harlow Whittaker Trilogy is now published? Fans of Valerie Day-Sanchez’s work have been desperately waiting to finish Harlow’s story, and now the wait is over.
After the identity of her opponent is revealed Harlow also discovers that she has been the victim of a conspiracy that was orchestrated by the Soothsayers Council. Feelings of betrayal run rampant as Hendrix learns that she was the only one of Harlow’s three appointed protectors that was unaware of the council’s rouse. As this all comes to a head Harlow is transported back to her father. Leaving the last remaining Archers, where for the first time find themselves divided. The worlds are continuing to deteriorate and their only hope has now joined the very person that is determined to annihilate the worlds. The Soothsayer’s Council now destroyed leaves the Archers free to choose their own fate. What will that fate be?
I personally love the way that Valerie writes, and I’m a little bit gutted that this the end of Harlow’s journey! Hopefully Valerie will be back to the writing desk soon, and until then, I’ll have to console myself with Harlow Whittaker & The End of Days.