Wednesday, March 21, 2018

#Giveaway Take Back the Memory by Augustine Sam **Review**

Women's Fiction w/ Romantic Suspense Elements
Date Published: December 7, 2017
Publisher: AuthorSuite Books


Paige Lyman, an accomplished psychiatrist, is on the verge of madness but she doesn't know it yet. The madness begins when she gets it into her head to write her memoirs. As her brilliant mind assembles bits and pieces of her life for the book, ugly skeletons, long forgotten in the closet, begin to rear their heads.

It had all begun with a simple act of love. And love, for her, was a blond-haired Irish boy named Bill, so when Bill abandoned her for priesthood the world around her collapsed. Seized by a different passion—vengeance—she seeks her proverbial pound of flesh in the beds of various priests...

But that is before she meets Stern W, a medical researcher, who sweeps into her life like a hurricane and marries her, and they live happily ever after until he dies in a helicopter crash and she discovers the startling truth about who he really was.

Take Back the Memory is the saga of her compelling backward journey through her own life on a psychotherapist's couch.

This isn't your typical romantic suspense. It isn't about a damsel in distress with a perfect knight in shining armor that rescues her to safety and they fall in love. But I say that in a good way. The author introduces the reader to Paige, who takes you on an emotional journey of exploration to find out who she is, layer by layer; her relationships, her past, everything. This is a think out of the box, thought-provoking, think with another lens of perception kind of romantic suspense that had me hooked from the first page.
Although I did wonder about the importance and relevance of a character or two, I loved the twists that the author put into the storyline that kept me guessing! lately, I will say, I appreciated that there was an actual point, a purpose to the sex scenes. All in all, I really enjoyed the book.

The door of the consulting studio swung open at 9.00 a.m. and Dr. Wilson, a slender, pipe-smoking clinical psychologist stuck his hoary head in the doorway. His face lit up at the sight of Paige sitting cross-legged in the cozy waiting room.

“Hello Dr. Lyman,” he smiled courteously, “I had no idea you were here already.”

Paige glanced up, her face a frozen scowl, and gazed at him. She had expected them to be on first-name basis this morning; the unexpected formality fazed her quite a bit.  

“Good morning, Dr. Wilson,” she said wryly. “Sorry I’m early, a habit, I guess.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” he said quickly, the smile on his lips waning. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”

She nodded and looked away as he disappeared back into the consulting room. Left alone, she gazed across the lounge. The psychotherapist’s studio was illuminated by the sun’s rays through an opened Venetian blind, and the balmy sunlit ambiance fascinated her.

“Like the cheery whisper of an admirer after a heartbreak,” she said wistfully and rose.

About the Author

Augustine Sam is a journalist by profession, a novelist by choice, and a poet by chance. A bilingual writer and an award-winning poet, he writes, not only hard news but literary works as well.

Fascinated by the written word even as a kid, he fell in love with poetry the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. He was the winner of the Editors’ Choice Award in the North America Open Poetry Contest & his complete poetry collection, Flashes of Emotion, was a Finalist in the International Book Award Gala. His poems have been published in international anthologies, including "Measures of the Heart" & "Sounds of Silence."

Augustine is also the author of Black Gold and The Conspiracy of Silence which was awarded a Readers’ Favorite 5-star seal.

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**Excerpt Reveal** Witholding Nothing by Victoria Bright

Today we have the excerpt reveal of WITHHOLDING NOTHING by Victoria Bright! Check it out and grab your copy March 29th!


Author: Victoria Bright

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date:  March 29th

About Withholding Nothing:

The girl code “Chicks before d*cks” should include that no friend can steal another friend’s boyfriend—or marry them.

When Ashton Carter's "good idea at the time" revenge plan lands her in hot water, she never expected to see her ex again—especially in court. A few thousand dollars in damages later, she snags a job as a phone sex operator and seeks out a roommate to help fund her "stay out of jail" expenses. Having a roommate should’ve been helpful—except when they turn out to be the hot, yet douchebag mechanic working on her car.

When Ashton learns that her new roommate has been the sexy phone sex caller, lines begin to blur between real life and fantasy. It was supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation; neither of them were ready for love again. When a surprise visit from an ex shakes their forming foundation with an ultimatum, Ashton is forced to face the truth of her feelings and make a choice. With her budding relationship and livelihood at stake, Ashton has to untangle the lines of reality and fantasy in a last ditch effort to protect her heart.

Exclusive Excerpt:

“You must be the deer killer,” I stated with a smirk. The stress that once filled her face quickly morphed into irritation.

“Excuse me?” she spat. So sexy when she’s mad.

I nodded toward her car. “This is your car, isn’t it? The one you hit the deer with last night?”

She folded her arms across her chest, her eyes narrowing at me. “Were you there to see me hit it?” she asked.

And she was a smart ass. How cute.

“Well, with the blood on your car, the alien egg on your forehead there, and the fact that you’re not in jail for hitting a person…I think it’s safe to assume you’re the deer killer,” I stated, the smirk never leaving my face. Her tanned skin turned a light shade of red as she placed the baseball cap back on her head, trying to rearrange her bangs to hide the knot. I glanced over to her two friends, both of them watching us with grins plastered to their faces.

“Hey, space cadet, want to come back to Earth to tell me the damage or are you just going to stare at my friends?” she snapped.

“You’re funny, you know that?” I mused, wagging my finger at her. She rolled her eyes. “First, I’ll properly introduce myself. I’m—”

“An asshole,” she interrupted. I chuckled.

“Sadly, that isn’t it, though I’ve been called that plenty of times.”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that,” she muttered under her breath. “Look, I don’t care what your name is. Just tell me what’s going on with my car.”

“The deer killer is impatient, I see,” I said, ignoring the glare she gave me. “In order to get an idea, I need to know the details of what happened.”

She looked at me with wide eyes and exaggerated shock as she placed her hand on her chest. “Details, you say?” she asked. “But I thought you had it all figured out ‘considering that I’m not in jail, that there’s blood over my car, and I have an alien egg on my forehead,’ remember? Now Inspector Gadget wants details!”

I stare at her for a moment, my smirk never wavering. “Are you done? I mean I have all day, pretty lady. Keep going if that’s what excites you.”

She scowled. “Whatever. I hit a deer and ran into a ditch. The end.”

“I see. Did you see how big it was?”

“Hell if I know. It was dark,” she muttered.

I took a few steps away from her and re-examined the front of the car once more, stroking the stubble on my chin.

“Well, you’ll need a windshield, hood, a few parts to reconstruct the front, like a grill and headlights. You’re also leaking antifreeze, so you’ll have to get that fixed. I wouldn’t be surprised if you need a new radiator either. This deer did a number on your car,” I said. She looked at the car warily, nibbling on her bottom lip again. Wonder if they’re as soft as they look.

“How far in the hole am I then?” she asked, wringing her hands together.

“It’s still too early to know officially since I haven’t looked under the hood yet, but just by looking at it…probably $2,500 if I don’t find anything else.”

“Fuck!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and blew out a breath. “I’m so fucked.” She stumbled forward slightly, her hand catching against the window.

“Whoa, you all right?” I asked, securing her other arm. She snatched away from me.

“Don’t touch me,” she said, her voice a bit breathless. I held my hands up stepped back. That was probably well-deserved considering I’d been acting like an ass.

“Okay then. I’ll be sure to look away when you’re ready to faceplant into the ground and crack your head open.”

“Stop talking while you’re ahead, asshole,” she snapped. “I’m fine. I just need a minute.”


About Victoria:

Victoria Bright is from a small town in North Carolina and currently resides in Greenville, South Carolina. You can usually find her hoarding bottles of Cool Blue Gatorade, playing The Sims when not writing, or obsessing over Camaros.

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