**NEW RELEASE** Killing Me Softly

Congrats, Kathryn R. Biel, on your latest release, Killing Me Softly! I have it on my iPhone and I’m looking forward to spending the weekend reading it! I loved the last book I read by Kathryn, Jump, Jive, and Wail, so I *know* I’ll love this one, too. Want to know what it’s about? Here you go:

Sadie Perkins has a sixth sense about things—especially people dying. Her clairvoyance has never bothered her until she starts to believe that her visions are causing the deaths of those around her. After her latest relationship ends … badly … Sadie swears off love for good. While searching for an uncomplicated life, Sadie finds her hands full not only with a home renovation project but with defending herself against suspicion of murder. There’s a fine line between predicting someone’s death and causing it. Has Sadie finally crossed that line?

Enter contractor Max Schultz, who is not only good at working on houses, but he’s good at working on Sadie too. Much to Max’s dismay, as he’s trying to win Sadie’s heart, he finds Sadie’s first love, Henry Fitzsimmons, is back in the picture, snooping around.

Sadie doesn’t know which way to turn or who to trust, including herself. Can Sadie clear her name and open her heart all at the same time?

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Excerpt:

The first person I ever killed was a has-been comedian. I didn’t mean to kill him, of course. The tabloid websites said it was drugs and alcohol, but I knew the truth. It was all my fault. My friends and I had been out drinking, and I quoted a line from this guy’s most popular movie. The movie was still relatively obscure, and I had to explain it. Someone asked, “Whatever happened to that guy?” and my answer was, “Oh, he’s probably drinking himself to death right now.”

Guess what? He was.

This sort of thing happens to me more often than I’d like to admit. I don’t even know what to call it—psychic ability, premonitions, a sixth sense? It’s not creepy, not really. Just enough to send a small chill up my spine. It never bothered me—until death got involved. Most of the time, it’s pretty innocuous. Like someone from my past will pop into my head, and the next day I run into them. Or I think about a song that I haven’t heard in years and then suddenly it comes on the radio. Nothing big, just coincidences. A lot of coincidences.

Until the day it started turning fatal.

Rob, my boyfriend of almost two years, doesn’t believe me. When something happens and I tell him, “Oh, I had a dream about that,” or “I was just thinking about this,” he says I’m trying to be dramatic and seek attention. (which wouldn’t really be such a big stretch, considering my family. We’re the poster children for dysfunction). But I’m not like the rest of my family. I actually don’t even tell many people about it because I don’t want attention, certainly not for this. I want to be taken seriously. I teach high school American history. With kids these days being tougher and tougher, I need as much street cred as I can get. The last thing I need is for them to think I’m some kind of quack or whack job.

My best friend, Therese, knows all about it. She’s one of the few people I can talk to about this topic. She doesn’t judge me or think I’m weird. I think she thinks I can predict the future or something. Which would be cool, but it is not what I do. I think I’m just intuitive at times. Who knows?

Over the years, since the comedian episode, I think I’ve been “responsible” for at least four deaths. A couple celebrities, a distant relative, and a well-known local businessman. When I have the dreams or make the comments, I don’t recognize them as premonitions. They’re just random thoughts that pop into my brain and often fly out of my mouth without me even realizing what I’m saying. People are used to me doing that. It’s only later, after the event, that I realize what happened. In each case, I made an unkind remark. It’s not just a premonition—I say something mean and then someone’s dead.

 

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Author Bio:

Telling stories of resilient women, Kathryn Biel hails from upstate New York and is a spouse and mother of two wonderful and energetic kids. In between being Chief Home Officer and Director of Child Development of the Biel household, she works as a school-based physical therapist. She attended Boston University and received her Doctorate in Physical Therapy from The Sage Colleges. After years of writing countless letters of medical necessity for wheelchairs, finding increasingly creative ways to encourage the government and insurance companies to fund her clients’ needs, and writing entertaining annual Christmas letters, she decided to take a shot at writing the kind of novel that she likes to read. Her musings and rants can be found on her personal blog, Biel Blather. She is the author of Good Intentions (2013), Hold Her Down (2014), I’m Still Here (2014), and Jump, Jive, and Wail (2015).

 

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Wedding Planning: A Mother-of-the-Bride Perspective

Today on my Matrimonial March blog, I’m featuring new author Suzie Jay. Suzie’s short story, Operation: Tom Foolery, is featured in an anthology called Fools Rush In. I’m in the middle of reading this quirky collection of chick lit shorts, and I’ve already chuckled out loud several times. This anthology, by the way, happens to be free at the moment! Read about Suzie’s mother-of-the-bride drama, and then click the book cover at the end of the post to download seven fun-loving April Fool’s Day stories!

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My daughter and her fiancé have been together for nearly seven years. They met at school when they were fifteen and have been inseparable ever since.

At first I fought them. I thought they were too young. Then I supported them even though I didn’t agree, because they were a little older. Now I am just old and worn out and let them do whatever makes them happy, regardless if I agree (usually not). They are twenty-one and twenty-two now and old enough to live their own life. I just hang around for moral support and laughs.

My future son-in-law is one of those “I want to wait until the right moment” types. Unfortunately for him, my daughter is more of an “every moment is the right moment, why am I still waiting?” type of person.

They lived with his mother for quite some time and my daughter pretty much nagged from day one to get a house of their own. She was young and wanted to be with the boy she loved and to have her independence. Living with his somewhat overbearing mother was just not cutting it.

He held strong and they lived there for a couple of years. Eventually, through her inability to stop harping and then teaming up with me, she got her house. This came under the provision that she would nag for nothing else for at least five years. She agreed. Well — her mouth said, “Yes,” but her brain said, “Yeah, right. Good luck.”

They moved into a beautiful little house with a big yard and three bedrooms. She reveled in the task of turning it into a home. Don’t get me wrong, she is not a total spoiled brat. She works hard, as does he. Together they have created a cute little love nest.

Well that kept her happy for about six months. Then she wanted to get engaged. He said, “No.” She had promised to wait five years and he was standing strong. Well pretty strong for about a month. He ended up proposing and giving her a ring. She was ecstatic and felt like their love would finally be seen as the real deal by some skeptical onlookers. (I may be one of those onlookers but I’m not at liberty to say). This time the condition was that there would be no engagement party for a couple of years. Once again she “agreed.” This was about eight months ago.

So last weekend was the engagement party. It was a lovely affair, thrown in the back yard of their home. There were tea-light candles and twinkly lights adorning the trees and the tables. Paper lanterns hung from the gazebo and it looked like a fairytale.

She had a photo booth and a photographer and each guest was photographed on arrival (some would be thankful they were not snapped as they were leaving- Auntie Ethel, I’m looking at you!) I did mention the fully stocked bar, right? There was a whole lamb on a spit (sorry vegetarians) and I dusted off the old apron and made their engagement cake.

She managed to create a gorgeous wonderland and most people seemed to have a great time. Even if that was mostly due to the purple punch, laced with bottles of vodka.

This Engagement party was thrown under the pinky swear that she would absolutely, definitely, 100% not even start thinking about planning a wedding for five years.

This has me questioning something. If there is no planning of a wedding, or anything else, what is the giant lacy book with wedding dresses cut out of magazines and suits and rings doing, hiding in the back of the closet? Along with the baby jumpsuits and teddy bears?

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If you enjoyed that snippet of Suzie Jay’s real life, you’ll love her short in the Fools Rush In anthology! It’s called Operation: Tom Foolery, and it’s the same type of funny, quirky writing. Remember I mentioned it’s free? Click the pic below and download today, and get to reading. And PS: when you’re done, don’t forget to leave a review!

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And if you love Suzie Jay’s writing style, follow her blog here. Happy reading!

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A Tale of Two Authors and A Touch of Pink

Today I want to introduce you to an author who writes about… authors. A.E. Snow’s latest release, That Touch of Pink, is about two authors, actually. One is a romance writer who doesn’t like romance. Crazy, right? And intriguing. Admit it. Okay, here’s the book blurb:

Who ever heard of a romance author whose life is devoid of romance? Phoebe Page loves her life as a successful indie writer with great friends and an amazing apartment in Brooklyn. But her love life is sorely lacking. After a brutal breakup, Phoebe convinces herself that relationships are for suckers and she’d rather be alone.

Henry Barrett, literary bad boy and best-selling author, isn’t lacking for dates. His life is like one big release party and he likes it that way. Until Phoebe Page stops him in his tracks with one tweet.
After a heated argument on social media, Phoebe hopes to write Henry out of her life and forget about the whole thing. He, on the other hand, can’t seem to stop thinking about her. And when Phoebe and Henry find themselves sitting next to each other at a conference, the sparks fly. Will Henry win her over or will she be able to resist his charms?
Legs of the groom and the bride.
Want to get to know the author behind this charming tale? 
Anna Snow Author PicA.E. Snow is a writer, mother, pet wrangler, and lives for books and publishing. She lives in a tiny mountain town with her husband, two children, three cats, a dog, and a partridge in a pear tree. A.E. has been writing since she was six. These days, she writes Young Adult, Chick-lit and Romance. Her novella, That Touch of Pink is out now! www.aesnowauthor.wordpress.com

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