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REVIEW – LEGAL WOLF’S MATE
In Eve Langlais’s Legal Wolf’s Mate—previously published in the anthology Growl— taking on a pro bono murder case isn’t a problem for a lawyer who enjoys a challenge. Discovering his new client is his mate? A tad more complicated. Gavin has no intention of settling down, especially not with a woman accused of murder. But the beautiful, fiery Megan has his blood boiling and his heart racing, and it doesn’t take Gavin long to know that his fate is sealed…
I was given a copy of this book by Netgalley for an honest review.
Legal Wolf’s Mate is a masterpiece of work! The characters and story line are well-developed. If you are looking for quick read! Look no farther. It will have you chuckling in no time. The characters and story line are well-developed, with a great cast of characters. Megan has been accused of killing her boss and has gone to Gavin’s law firm for help. When Gavin meets Megan he immediately knows that she is his mate. Now he has to help her at all cost. When she goes home and finds out that her house has been ransacked, she goes to Gavin to help her. That was a great idea, for later there is a body found in her house. With Megan staying with Gavin all night helps to clear her of the murder of the person in her home. I love Eve Langlais! Her books are wonderful! I loved this book and series. I give LEGAL WOLF’S MATE 5/5 stars.
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TRU BLUE – EXCERPT REVEAL
Today we have a new book from Melissa Foster, Tru Blue! Tru Blue comes out this November but is available for preorder now! Check out this exclusive excerpt and preorder your copy today!
Title: Tru Blue
Author: Melissa Foster
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: November 9th

About Tru Blue:
Imagine falling in love with a man, then finding out he was a killer…TRU BLUE is a sexy, dark stand-alone novel written in the same loving, raw, and emotional voice romance readers have come to love, and the deeply emotional literary prose women’s fiction readers have come to expect, from New York Times & USA Today bestselling, award-winning author Melissa Foster.
RELEASING November 9, 2016
He wore the skin of a killer, and bore the heart of a lover…
There’s nothing Truman Gritt won’t do to protect his family–Including spending years in jail for a crime he didn’t commit. When he’s finally released, the life he knew is turned upside down by his mother’s overdose, and Truman steps in to raise the children she’s left behind. Truman’s hard, he’s secretive, and he’s trying to save a brother who’s even more broken than he is. He’s never needed help in his life, and when beautiful Gemma Wright tries to step in, he’s less than accepting. But Gemma has a way of slithering into people’s lives and eventually she pierces through his ironclad heart. When Truman‘s dark past collides with his future, his loyalties will be tested, and he’ll be faced with his toughest decision yet.

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Exclusive Excerpt:
TRUMAN GRITT LOCKED the door to Whiskey Automotive and stepped into the stormy September night. Sheets of rain blurred his vision, instantly drenching his jeans and T-shirt. A slow smile crept across his face as he tipped his chin up, soaking in the shower of freedom. He made his way around the dark building and climbed the wooden stairs to the deck outside his apartment. He could have used the interior door, but after being behind bars for six long years, Truman took advantage of the small pleasures he’d missed out on, like determining his own schedule, deciding when to eat and drink, and standing in the f**king rain if he wanted to. He leaned on the rough wooden railing, ignoring the splinters of wood piercing his tattooed forearms, squinted against the wetness, and scanned the cars in the junkyard they used for parts—and he used to rid himself of frustrations. He rested his leather boot on the metal box where he kept his painting supplies. Truman didn’t have much—his old extended-cab truck, which his friend Bear Whiskey had held on to for him while he was in prison, this apartment, and a solid job, both of which were compliments of the Whiskey family. The only family he had anymore.
Emotions he didn’t want to deal with burned in his gut, causing his chest to constrict. He turned to go inside, hoping to outrun thoughts of his own f**ked-up family, whom he’d tried—and failed—to save. His cell phone rang with his brother’s ringtone, “A Beautiful Lie” by 30 Seconds to Mars.
“F**k,” he muttered, debating letting the call go to voicemail, but six months of silence from his brother was a long time. Rain pelleted his back as he pressed his palm to the door to steady himself. The ringing stopped, and he blew out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d trapped inside. The phone rang again, and he froze.
He’d just freed himself from the dredges of hell that he’d been thrown into in an effort to save his brother. He didn’t need to get wrapped up in whatever mess the drug-addicted fool had gotten himself into. The call went to voicemail, and Truman eyed the metal box containing his painting supplies. Breathing like he’d been in a fight, he wished he could paint the frustration out of his head. When the phone rang for the third time in as many minutes, the third time since he was released from prison six months ago, he reluctantly answered.
“Quincy.” He hated the way his brother’s name came out sounding like the enemy. Quincy had been just a kid when Truman went to prison. Heavy breathing filled the airwaves. The hairs on Truman’s forearms and neck stood on end. He knew fear when he heard it. He could practically taste it as he ground his teeth together.
“I need you,” his brother’s tortured voice implored.
Need me? Truman had hunted down his brother after he was released from prison, and when he’d finally found him, Quincy was so high on crack he was nearly incoherent—but it didn’t take much for f**k off to come through loud and clear. What Quincy needed was rehab, but Truman knew from his tone that wasn’t the point of the call.
Before he could respond, his brother croaked out, “It’s Mom. She’s really bad.”

About Melissa Foster:
Melissa Foster is a New York Times
& USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance and new adult romance, contemporary women’s fiction, suspense, and historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Her books have been recommended by USA Today’s book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the World Literary Café and Fostering Success. When she’s not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.
Melissa hosts an Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
Visit Melissa on social media. Melissa enjoys discussing her books with book clubs and reader groups, and welcomes an invitation to your event.

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AFTER THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER -PROMO BLITZ

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Blog Tour – Chaos – M. Wheeler

Preceded By Chaos Vol. 0
…Preceded by Chaos is an illustrated short story. The protagonist, Mitchell Weaver, is a young Emergency Medicine doctor. Mitchell has entered a high stress, distinguished profession with the burden of a variety of particularly disturbing personal demons that he must battle every day in order to maintain the façade of sanity and control. The initial instalment of the series, Volume 0, introduces the reader to Mitchell at a point in his life where he has begun to realize that many of his prior indulgences and deficits are no longer compatible with his current life of responsibility.
About M. Wheeler
M. Wheeler held an eclectic series of jobs – including working as a studio engineer and a teacher –
before he entered medical school in his thirties. During his residency while living in New York City, he wrote his first two books which would eventually become the Preceded by Chaos series. Wheeler travels extensively for his job but currently lives in Miami.
https://precededbychaos.com/
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Promoting a book, in effect promoting myself, is a very unnatural and weird endeavor. After infancy and toddlerhood, a time where you feel you are the center of the universe, most of us find the general societal interest in our personal story virtually nonexistent. I mean I can recall a period in my life, during my inaugural unaccompanied bowel movements, where not needing someone to wipe the leftover excreta from my backside commanded my mother to issue an all points public service announcement to all extended family members. Nowadays I can post a medical school graduation pic on FB and not get a single like. So I’m certainly grateful to anyone willing to suffer though reading the story of me. Thank you.
My story was a typical story. At least to me, my story never seemed atypical until I spoke about it aloud to friends and associates that hail from more refined parentage. The way I see it, I knew other children born to 16 year old single mothers. My grandfather being involved in some minor element of organized crime seemed normal to me. My father being a drug dealer and former heroine addict didn’t seem abnormal. I was born and lived in neighborhoods where all these things did not make me different from any of my peers. But during the later parts of my formative years, I also lived in neighborhoods where subjects concerning my background were deemed taboo and unmentionable. Regardless of my environment it all seemed pretty blasé to me.
Always looking for a better opportunity to provide for me, mom’s lack of job stability led to a good deal of relocation within Connecticut and a short stint in Southern California. During our travels, I wasn’t the picture of popularity. Being a chubby, quiet, introspective child, who never stayed in one school system for more than 2 years was less than an ideal scenario for accumulating invites to the local kids’ ice cream socials. Often I found my prepubescent self quarantined in my bedroom, either trapped inside my head with my thoughts or immersing myself into comic books. With almost an unhealthy penchant for being internally occupied, I never ran out of thoughts but when I ran out of comics I made my own. As I entered grade school, the format of my comics transformed to short stories and shoddily developed screenplays until one day writing took a back seat to the effects of the unbridled hormones of puberty. Like many, my high school years were a barely enjoyable series of poorly executed attempts at maturity where not much was accomplished academically or otherwise. Shortly after high school, my grandfather, my de facto father figure, died in jail. It was around this time that I would resume writing. The tone of my writing became decidedly darker, at times representing a part of my life that was once taboo to address but due to my grandfather’s passing, and my own independence, I then felt comfortable confronting in my writing.
Influenced by an illustrated form of Edgar Allan Poe’s “Tell Tale Heart”, it wouldn’t be until my college years that my first illustrated short story would be initiated.
My twenties were spent working full time and pursing my Bachelor’s and Master’s degree. It was during this time where I developed and indefatigable work ethic. I never had less than 2 forms of employment and I worked every kind of job under the sun. My spectrum of employment ranged from a UPS dock loader, to furniture mover to bartender to scientific researcher and teacher’s assistant in a university Biology department and everything in between. I would have complained less while working so much if I would have known my work experience would serve to help me prepare for my medical career as well as my writing. But I didn’t know, so I complained nonstop while working, as well as before work and after clocking out. In my mid-late twenties is when I decided to go to medical school. 12 hours study days 7 days a week once again served to put my writing on hold, not to mention my income and social life. It wasn’t until my residency, during a trip to Amsterdam, that “Preceded by Chaos, Volume 0” was written. During my medical training, after having minimal exposure to people with this level of pedigree and intellect, I was astonished by just how normal my fellow doctors were. It was at this point during my career that the ideas for stories about my comrades began to consume my RAM that was once reserved for medical knowledge, and lay claim to my immediate attention that was typically occupied by issues related to patient care. So I guess my motivation to write had, in part, stemmed from my desire not kill someone through medical negligence and, in part, from my desire to tell a tale about the humanness of those who we at times think are beyond reproach.
“…Preceded by Chaos” is an illustrated short story series based on people and situations I had come across during my time in medicine. This book, Volume 0, is the introduction to a series. The story has a finite arc and the first volume introduces the reader to the story in the middle of the arc and all subsequent books move forward in time or back in time, relative to volume 0. Volume 0 is an important place to start because it introduces us to the main character, Mitchell Weaver, at a time where Mitchell is reaching a transition point between who he was and who he will be and the story ahead of him is as important as the story behind him.
Thank you for the opportunity to entertain you. I truly enjoyed writing “…Preceded by Chaos”.
Please visit the website, at www.precededbychaos.com, for free multimedia content and to learn more about the series. Like us on Face Book, at Preceded by Chaos, and follow us on Twitter, at #precededbychaos.
- Wheeler







