Excerpt Tour: Yours Truly, 2095 by Brian Paone

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Yours Truly, 2095

by Brian Paone

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• Print Length: 354 pages
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• Publisher: Scout Media (May 27, 2015)
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• Publication Date: May 27, 2015

GENRE: Time Travel Romance

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Book Description:

Jeff Blue - the victim of a time-travel conspiracy - wakes up trapped in the year 2095. The only familiar face is J0, a robotic copy of the wife he left behind in 1981. But can she be trusted? J0 could be the only key to unlock Jeff's journey home, but it will require her to do something against her programming , something human.

During Jeff's perilous journey through the future, he will have to discover the truth about J0's origins, and solve the mystery behind how he wound up in 2095, in order to uncover the reality of his own destiny.

Armed with a one-way ticket to the moon, Jeff must race against the clock to seize what might be his last chance to return home to his time. A time without hover cars, Justice Computers, or TeleSkins - a time over 100 years ago.

EXCERPTS:

She bundled up the daisies and walked to the register.

“Dozen Gerbera daisies.”

As soon as the words were spoken, a beam reacted to her voice by dancing slightly, and the price appeared on the counter: $92.90.

I reached into my pocket and felt the outline of the ELO next to the money J0 had given me. I pulled out the money and counted it. Keats gave me my change back and handed me the flowers. I thanked her and headed for the exit door.

I stopped and turned back toward her.

“Keats?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Kuiama, does that mean anything? It’s such a curious name for a mall.”

“During the Great Revolt of ’42, there was a police officer who recklessly fired into a crowd of protestors in the parking lot of this mall. He was only protecting the people, but tragically someone got killed. Fortunately for him, his trial wasn’t heard until after the revolt was over.”

“Why was that fortunate for him?”

“Well, you know, the Justice Computer took jurisdiction over all police agencies after the revolt. He was stripped of his certification and badge but never criminally prosecuted. He ultimately found out that the man he killed was a single dad who had a daughter named Kuiama. He adopted her as a sort of penance for what he did. The owners of the mall wanted to dedicate it in her name, as a constant reminder of the chaos that the revolt brought upon everyone—even to us in our little town.”

“Why does this sound like it’s just an urban legend?”

“Everything from those few years during the revolt practically was one big urban legend. The history ViewBooks that are being taught in schools right now make it sound like it was as bad as a resurgence of the Dark Ages—a new world record, a new world power, a new law enforcement regime, and a new censorship control. This was everything the revolt was originally against, and yet these new organizations were a direct result of the revolt. Such brutal irony.”

“Thank you for your time, Keats. It’s been a pleasure.”

“Enjoy your Bellis perennis.”

I headed for the food pavilion to find a restroom where I could ditch the ELO. I was somewhat disappointed that the food pavilion looked normal and that there wasn’t a bright array of new and exotic futuristic food concoctions.

Once I found the men’s room, I searched the stalls for some kind of ventilation system. I stood on a toilet and slid the ELO into the bottom of the vent easily enough. I was free!

I exited Kuiama’s and headed for the one place in Isabella Creek I desperately needed to see for myself. As I moved at a half jog, I could feel the cold wind still blowing. Thankfully the layout of Isabella Creek hadn’t changed all that much, and I was able to find what I was looking for without any incident. After I walked down Laredo Avenue, I slowed to a stroll.

West Winter Street.

I took a deep breath and exhaled even more deeply.

 AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Brian Paone was born and raised in the Salem, Massachusetts area. An award winning author, his love of writing began through the medium of short stories at the young age of twelve. After almost 20 years of consistently writing short stories for only his friends and family to read, Brian's first full-length novel was published in 2007, and he has published two more since then. Brian is married to an Officer in the US Navy, and they have 3 children. Brian is a Police Officer for the St. Mary's GA Police Department and has been working in Law Enforcement since 2002. He is also a self-proclaimed roller coaster junkie, and his favorite color is burnt-orange.

www.BrianPaone.com

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@PaoneBrian

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www.BrianPaone.com/yours-truly-2095  (personal)

http://www.amazon.com/Yours-Truly-2095-Brian-Paone-ebook/dp/B00YFLORGS/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 (Amazon

http://www.audible.com/pd/Sci-Fi-Fantasy/Yours-Truly-2095-Audiobook/B00ZJJHYVA/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1453389160&sr=1-1 (audible)

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Temperature Rising Book Tour: Sweeten your Valentine's Day with a great book!

Welcome to my blog. Six fabulous love stories by six fantastic authors! Find a new book boyfriend to help you enjoy your Valentine's Day with a romance to feed your soul. 

SWEET & SASSY

If you want a sweet read for the holiday, then look no further than Royal Chase by Sariah Wilson. When PR agent Lemon Beauchamp gets her client Prince Dante of Monterra booked on a reality show, she never expects to find love. But when flirting turns to something more, they share their first kiss...

“What is that scent?” he asked.

“Lemon sugar,” I said, my heart beating too quickly.

“Sweet and tart, like you,” he said before he planted a soft kiss at the amazing spot where my neck met my shoulder, and the earth shifted on its axis.

I decided it had been far too long since I’d last kissed somebody if this was how I was going to react. I also thought for a moment that I should stop him, but the only thing I said was, “My lip gloss is lemon-flavored, too.”

Which was such a blatant invitation, and from the fire in his eyes and the seductive smile on his face, he knew it.

“I do appreciate the commitment to your name.” He set down his drink and used his free hand to run his fingers up and down my arm, which gave me chills and hot flashes at the same time.

“Well, not everyone gets to be named after a fruit. You have to have fun with it.”

He pressed another kiss to my throat, and I closed my eyes as a tingling warmth spread slowly through my body.

Learn more here >> http://bit.ly/RoyalChase

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A DELECTABLE ROMANCE

For a savory reading treat, Recipe For Kisses by Michelle Major will hit the spot. Ben “the Beast” Haddox is a bad-boy chef returning to his hometown to open a new restaurant...the only problem is the sizzling Chloe Daniels. Refusing to give up her storefront--or to give into Ben’s charm--the two are at a standoff that simmers with attraction.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, and his soft voice and the wicked intentions it carried made her ache for more. “But only if it’s what you want, too.”

She swayed closer, caught in the intensity of his eyes. After her reaction to him reaching for her in the store and that first night when she’d maced him, he must understand that she wasn’t a good bet. “I don’t think I know how to be with someone like you. I like things ordered, soft and gentle.”

“I can be gentle.”

She almost laughed at that. “Right.”

“Give me a chance to show you, Chloe.” He ran his hand along her arm, higher to her shoulder then to her neck. She knew he was giving her a chance to become accustomed to his touch and found herself melting because of the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. “Tell me you want this.”

As his rough fingers caressed her jaw, she leaned forward with her heart beating double time and whispered, “Yes.”

Learn more here >> http://bit.ly/recipeforkisses

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT--AND ATTRACT--AND ATTRACT!

Kick up the heat with Jamie Beck’s Worth The Trouble. Sophisticated cover model Cat St. James could not be more different from rough-around-the-edges carpenter Hank Mitchell. But that doesn’t stop the irresistible pull these two feel for each other.

Her uncertain smile twisted him up inside as she reached one hand up and fingered the ends of his hair. “Kiss me goodnight.”

All the blood drained from his head and raced to his crotch. The relentless throbbing between his legs urged him to comply despite his better judgment. Just a kiss.

As if watching himself in a dream, he saw his fingers caress her cheek. She raised her chin and parted her lips, and he pressed his mouth against hers. He gave over to the moment, to taste her once more, to slip his tongue inside her mouth and tangle with hers. The faint taste of champagne and honey overwhelmed his senses as he grazed her lower lip with his teeth.

Time slowed. Every part of his body came alive. She bulldozed her fingers through his hair while moaning, engulfing him in desire.

“Like I remember,” she whispered against his skin. He’d been teetering on the verge of making a gigantic mistake, until her words summoned bitter reminders of the last time he fell for her games. Abruptly, he grabbed her wrists and pushed back.

“Hank!” She fell back into her pillow. “Stay.”

Learn more here >> http://bit.ly/WorthTheTrouble

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SPOTLIGHT ON THE ACTION

The bright lights of New York City have nothing on the dazzling attraction between set designer Simone Oliver and director Zach Hammond in Abigail Strom’s Nothing Like Love. This sexy British hero with a penchant for quoting Shakespeare and a romantic heart will have you as hot and bothered as the cynic heroine.

He spun them around so Simone’s back was against the wall. He put his hands under her arms and lifted her up, and when her legs went around his waist, he leaned in close.

His erection was cradled against her center now, and they were face-to-face. His heart was pounding hard enough to shake him and he couldn’t seem to find his breath.

But the only thing he wanted to breathe in was Simone.

When he brought his mouth to hers it was like tasting sweetness and fire at the same time. Her arms were around him, her legs were around him, and her scent engulfed him in an erotic wave.

His lips urged hers apart and his tongue slid inside.

The hot silk of her mouth was like a drug. Her tongue found his and they stroked and tangled, a thousand strands of need and desire binding them together.

His body throbbed against hers. If his lust drove them right through the brick wall and left the two of them lying in the rubble, he still wouldn’t be able to tear his mouth away.

Learn more here >> http://bit.ly/NothingLikeLove

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CHAMPAGNE WISHES AND BILLIONAIRE DREAMS

If out-of-control desire is your reading #goal, then J.S. Scott is going to be your new BFF. The author has won readers over with her H-O-T Sinclair brothers, but the stakes are raised with oldest sibling Evan. He is arrogant, Alpha, and amazing, and schoolteacher Miranda Tyler finds herself saying yes...to everything he asks in The Billionaire’s Touch.

“Kiss me,” Evan demanded as he moved his hands down her back and cupped her jean-clad ass with both of his large, strong hands. His fingers gripped the flesh and pulled her molten core into his hard form. “You asked me not to kiss you, so you have to kiss me.”

Randi’s willpower broke as she looked up and saw the longing in Evan’s eyes. It was an echo of exactly what she was feeling, and she could no more resist him than she could stop breathing. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she speared her hands into his coarse hair and yanked his mouth down to hers. She needed his touch more than she wanted to resist him, and as his lips collided with hers, Randi completely forgot why she was even trying to fight the urge to devour him.

He sprang into action the moment she kissed him, taking control as he demanded her complete surrender. Tasting. Teasing. Commanding. Evan’s tongue swept into her mouth, wiping away every doubt she had as he conquered her mouth with his own, leaving her breathless and mindless as he finally surfaced, his teeth catching her bottom lip and nipping at the flesh as though he wanted to mark it.

His lips were suddenly everywhere, and Randi’s hand left his hair and wrapped around his neck as she felt herself being lifted off her feet. She landed on something soft— she assumed it was the couch—but she wasn’t about to turn her head away from his mouth to look. She was too obsessed with the feel of his body against hers to give a crap what she’d landed on.

For some unknown reason, she felt safe letting Evan take control of her body while it burned for his possession. She knew he was feeling the same insane desires that she was experiencing right now.

Learn more here >> http://bit.ly/BillionairesTouch

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TRUE LUST LEADS TO TRUE LOVE

Forget about a love triangle, let’s talk love “square”! Author Melissa Brown’s newest romance If You Can’t Take The Heat has three sexy men after the same woman. And while casting director Whitney Bartolina is usually decisive, the choice between THREE men proves to be too hot to handle. Read on to find out how this take-no-prisoners heroine deals with a hunky cowboy from Montana.

Still holding on to his collar, she threw her head back in frustration. “You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?”

Suddenly serious, Wes smoothed her hair down and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Not at all.”

“Then what is it?” Didn’t he want her as badly as she wanted him?

“Maybe I like keeping you in suspense.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I noticed.”

“And it gives us something to look forward to”—he trapped his lower lip beneath his teeth—“next month in Los Angeles.”

Whitney’s stomach did a gigantic flip-flop. “You’re gonna do it?”

Wes nodded slowly. “I have to see you again. It’s not a choice. It has to happen.”

He pressed his lips to the exposed skin of her neck, sucking gently as his fingers weaved through her hair.

Pure. Torture.

“My hotel isn’t far away. Pleee-eease reconsider.”

Wes said nothing but continued to lick, kiss, and suck at her sensitive skin. She wanted nothing more than to pull him into his car and straddle him right that second, but maybe he was on to something in delaying their gratification. The anticipation of seeing him again, of waiting until the next time they could be intimate, was intoxicating in and of itself.

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Excerpt Tour: Wicked Wagers by Beverley Eikli

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Thank you for stopping by. The potlight today is on Beverley Eikli's new release, Wicked Wagers. To celebrate this, Beverley will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B?N GC to a randomly drawn winner via Rafflecopter during the tour.

 Beverley Eikli

Publisher & Release Date: Escape Publishing, October 8, 2015

Time and setting: 1780, England

Genre: Historical Romance

Length: 174 pages

Book Description:

A dissolute rake, a virtuous lady, a ruthless society beauty, and a missing plantation owner with secrets – just another day in Georgian England…

1780

Wealthy Jamaican plantation owner, Harry Carstairs has disappeared – and everyone wants to know where he is…

Celeste Rosington knows her place in society, and while she may not be overjoyed at her upcoming wedding to her detached cousin, Raphael, she nonetheless hopes the marriage will be successful. When Raphael asks her for her help to save Harry, she agrees. But her decision costs her more than she knows…

Celeste’s clandestine visit to Harry’s home is witnessed, and her connection to Harry misconstrued. Harry’s secrets put Celeste into more danger than even Raphael understands, and throws her into the path of the ruthless, cunning, beautiful Lady Busselton and the dissolute, dangerous Lord Peregrine.

Raphael is invested in keeping Harry alive. Lady Busselton is invested in keeping him quiet. Lord Peregrine is invested in anything that staves off boredom. And Celeste is becoming increasingly invested in Lord Peregrine.

After all, what resistance does an innocent young woman have against something so deliciously wicked?

Buy Links:

http://www.amazon.com/Wicked-Wager-Beverley-Eikli-ebook/dp/B013UB76XY/

Excerpt:

Setting the scene: Lord Peregrine contemplates his mastery over the woman who has become the terms of his ‘wicked wager’.

Chapter Three

During a brief moment of solitude in his dressing room, Peregrine leaned over his desk, searching for answers in the puzzling ruins of the message contained in the gold locket his sister had thrust unceremoniously at him. He’d have preferred to have remained in his red velvet upholstered armchair, enjoying the quiet and the warmth of the fire in his dressing room, but soon Nelson would be on hand to dress him for a dinner he was to attend in honour of his old friend, Lord Cowdril, for his elevation to the House of Lords. A house party attended by more guests would follow.

Straining to see the letters more clearly in the weak light, he traced his forefinger over the crumpled, partly destroyed parchment: ‘este mmediately ...’

His sister Charlotte maintained that ‘este’ referred to the last letters of Miss Rosington’s Christian name, but Perry was not convinced. He tapped the tiny locket, which had also contained the miniature of Charlotte behind which the scrap of paper had been hidden, stuck to the glue when the rest of the note had presumably been torn out. When the time was right he’d find a way to bring up with Miss Rosington the subject of that night, when the locket had been lost. First, though, he had to gain her trust.

He smiled, savouring the image he had of her, all wide-eyed horror at the scandal of the month—for of course she’d deny involvement initially—before he once again plundered her mouth.

While she, of course, would be entirely amenable. No … he smiled. Delightfully responsive.

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Author Bio:

Beverley Eikli wrote her first romance when she was seventeen but discovered that killing her heroine on the last page was death to her burgeoning romance writing career.

She became a journalist, occupied for many years with life’s newsworthy - but often, unhappy - events until romance finally trumped after she met a handsome Norwegian bush pilot around a camp fire in Botswana’s beautiful Okavango Delta where she was running a safari lodge for a couple of months.

Unhappily, Beverley was due to return home the following day to marry her Australian boyfriend.

Happily, though, that fell through and after a whirlwind eight-month courtship based on regular 18-page letters between Botswana and South Australia, Beverley returned to live with her handsome Norwegian bush pilot in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest beside a flood plain of lurking wild animals, marrying her handsome bush pilot in Norway shortly afterwards.

Twenty happy years—and 12 countries later—Beverley is now back in Australia living a more conventional life with her husband, two daughters and a Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy the size of a pony in a pretty country town an hour north of Melbourne.

She writes traditional Regency romance as Beverley Eikli and sensual historical romance as Beverley Oakley.

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