Monday, July 25, 2016



I never expected Liam Hensley to rock and roll his way back into my life. Now he’s reminding me of things I thought I’d long since given up–my life, my love, my own music. He says he wants a second chance, to make up for mistakes of the past. There’s just one little problem…I’m hiding a secret that could ruin both our futures.

I can’t tell him I had his baby.

Classical violinist and single mom, Beth MacGuire works part-time at a bar while keeping tabs on her alcoholic mother and minding her sweet infant daughter—until a chance encounter with her high school crush, Liam Hensley, spells disaster for her plans to put her past behind her.

When Liam signed with hot band, Wylde Ryder, he rocketed to fame and never looked back. He’s returned to Seattle for a bandmate’s doomed wedding, but seeing Beth rekindles feelings he thought he’d buried for good.

Plagued by turbulent memories, their passionate reconnection sparks brighter than his concert spotlights. Beth is set against risking her precious baby’s happiness for life with a rock star daddy, but when Liam’s father discovers their little secret, the drummer must choose between stepping up or stepping away from being a family man.

Avail. July 26th on Amazon
Broad release after 90 days

“I’m here now. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Lucky me. I get one last night with Liam Hensley. Where are you off to tomorrow? London? Paris? Singapore?”

“Seattle,” he suddenly shouts. His face is contorted in agony. “I’ll be here tomorrow. And the next day and the one after that if that’s what it takes to make you hate me less.”
“I don’t hate you, Liam. I…” I stop short. The wind blows through the trees, making a shushing noise. “You’d do that? For me?”
“Yeah.” He holds my eyes. “DeSilva can screw off. The band needs a break. Zane and Finn are about to go at it over something, and the wedding is making everyone crazy, and I’d rather just be with you. It’s the only thing that’s felt right in I don’t know how long.”
My chest is being squeezed like a set of bagpipes. “Since when did I matter?”
His face softens. “Since the first day of fourth grade when I pulled your braids and you kicked me in the nuts. Since tenth grade when I kissed you for the first time. Since the day I said goodbye to you in a stupid text message and my world hasn’t been the same.”
He gives me that look, the one that says he’s going to kiss me. He leans closer, with his perfectly handsome features, a face I’ve loved forever. I feel my lips start to pucker in anticipation of meeting his and butterflies flutter an alarm in my midsection.
This is wrong, this is all going wrong. I’m not supposed to be falling for Liam again, I am just supposed to get some closure. I can never be with him, never tell him about…
“I have a baby,” I hear myself blurting.
“A wha—okay.” Liam rocks back, as if I’ve struck him. “You do?”
“Yes.” We do, I finish in my head. I start swinging again. Twisting in the wind, like a loose strand.
Oh, I’m a horrible, horrible person.
“That’s uhhh…great. Right?” He grabs hold of my chains, forcing me to slow down and face him. “Yeah, great. You found some nice guy or something after we split? That’s great.” His knee is bouncing up and down and he’s babbling, obviously blindsided and angry and confused all at once.
The way I’d been when I saw the double blue lines on the pregnancy test.
The way I’d been when I’d read his texted goodbye.
It was awful and heart-wrenching and wrong. I should’ve told him. I should have let him have a choice in decisions for his future. Tears blur my vision and I grope blindly, finding the solidity of his shoulder.
He’s right next to me, where he should be.
“Liam…” Who did I think I was, deciding everything for everyone?
“So, you’re with someone now? Is he the father? Is that why you didn’t want to go out with me today?” He looks devastated, but I’m not sure why. Is it the baby, or the possibility that I’m seeing another man?
As if I could love anyone but him.
“No.” I screw up my courage. This time, I’m not going to run from the hard thing. The right thing. I’m not a stupid teenager anymore. It’s time to pull up my big girl panties and face the truth. “Liam, there’s more.”
“Is it bad?” He flinches, like he’s expecting a hard hit.
“Yes. No. I don’t know.” I hide my face in my hands. “Why is this so fecking hard?”
He pries my fingers off my face. His gaze is smooth and steady. Looks like he’s grown up some, too. “Okay. Tell me.”
I can’t bear this.
Can’t stand hurting Liam again.
I take a deep breath and answer. “The baby’s yours.”

J.A. Coffey writes both sizzling, heartwarming contemporary romance and lush, gritty historical fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page.

A complete cupcake addict, when she isn’t writing or reading, she can be found in trying to convert her front lawn to an edible landscape, test baking desserts, or “feathering her nest” with spruced up flea market finds. J.A. is currently working on her latest novel and trying not to get cupcake batter on her keyboard.

Friday, July 1, 2016



"Carnival of Darkness"  (FaeTal Series Book #1)

by Author Becca Moree! 

Brett sold his soul to the devil. Only hell isn't a fiery pit in the bowels of the earth. Hell is the Carnival of Darkness where the freak shows are real, the screams never end, and the girl of his dreams has become a part of his nightmare.

Charlee has been kidnapped by the freaks that run The Carnival of Darkness. If that weren’t bad enough, she’s harboring a secret that will put her life in even more danger should her captors find out. Now, she has a decision to make – keep her head down and wait on someone to save her, or fight to escape and get back to the ones she left behind.

Brett wants to trust Charlee with the reason he is working at the carnival, but she still has reservations about his intentions. Charlee doesn’t trust anyone, but Brett may be her only hope.

Release Date July 16th, 2016

Being surrounded by this demented fucking shit twenty-four, seven is really starting to get to me. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy a good Halloween party or carnival as much as any other good ol’ southern boy. Problem is, this one never ends.
These sick fucks actually seem to get off on it all.
I swear on my daddy’s grave, if these people knew what all went on behind the scenes at their beloved Carnival of Darkness, they might think twice about handing over their hard earned cash.
Just thinking about all the sick things I’ve seen in the last six months makes my damn stomach turn. I’d surely be happier than a pig in shit if I could get the hell out of here. But that ain’t in the game plan just yet. Wish I had never accepted this god-forsaken job. I owe Mac my damn life, so when the man says jump, I don’t even ask how high until I’m already in the fucking air.
For now, I have to keep up appearances and keep acting my part. I run the menagerie. It’s my job to care for the animals used around the C.O.D.  Lucky me, I also get to put on a little show once a night. You just gotta love being ogled by a shit ton of freaks while riding a horse and lassoing a hot chick who is wearing very little in the clothing department. Not to mention that same chick just happens to be running from a knife-wielding, creepy ass, blood-covered clown.
I get no damn satisfaction in roping some helpless woman so that the clown can catch her. Hell, each and every night my need to take that fucking knife from the clown and give him the fight of his life grows harder and harder to resist.
If it was all an act, maybe I could look the other way a bit easier. Unfortunately, I know that it’s not. I know that each and every night the girl gets kicked, dragged around, and stabbed, and not a single fucking second of it is fake.

Her screams of pain and her fear-filled eyes are one hundred percent real. They fill my dreams, turning them into nightmares I can never escape.

Becca Moree is an adult romance author who lives in middle-of-no-where, South Carolina with her amazing hubs, her two adorable little girls as well as enough adorable fur and feather babies to qualify as a mini-farm. When asked about all of the animals she rescues, is given, or manages to bring home her hubs just laughed and said “I basically fund her having a zoo at this point. I’ve gotten used to it. I’m waiting on the day I come home to a potbelly pig and 2 rabbits that someone “gave” her…”
An ex-elementary school teacher, Becca is now a stay at home mom to her two rambunctious little girls. When she isn’t chasing them around or writing she is working on her custom sewing and embroidery business. (Or reading…reading is a slight obsession!)
Becca describes herself as a kid in an adult’s body. She loves games of all types but is a massive computer/console gamer chick. Her favorite movies tend to be of the Disney/Pixar variety, even before her girls were old enough to use as excuses. She is a Trekkie at heart and not afraid to let her dork flag fly high.

Becca has been writing since high-school. Most of her stories start as either a strange dream that refuses to stop repeating until she sits down and storyboards or a random conversation that would get most people committed. She openly admits that when it comes to her stories, while she does outline and use character development sheets, often the story takes off on a completely different path than she planned. She is an absolute passenger to her stories and typically just sits back and enjoys the ride as they tell her their stories.

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

Oh gosh! That’s a toughie. I started writing short stories and poetry when I was in late middle school. But at that point I still wanted to be an early childhood teacher. I love the little ones! I started writing FaeTAL, oh wow, going on 8 years ago! I kept starting and stopping for a variety of reasons. Last year I went to a writer’s conference called Pay It Forward and made some amazing author friends. Through them, I have finally completed the book and really feel like this is what I am supposed to be doing.

How long does it take you to write a book?

I honestly couldn’t say at this point. FaeTAL took me YEARS and YEARS to write. But that was because I kept putting it to the side instead of actually working on it. Carnival of Darkness (which I should put the finishing touches on this week) was written in less than a month.

What is your work schedule like when you're writing?

Schedule? What’s that? I’m a stay at home mom to two lovely young ladies, ages 3 and 7. During the summer things get a bit crazy! I also work from home doing custom sewing and embroidery. A typical day for me involves spending the morning doing random things with my girls, mid-morning sewing, afternoons at the pool with my laptop (attempting to write dark adult paranormal things while listening to two kids giggle and Disney music playing loudly), nights spent with the hubs and girls doing family things. Finally, once the girls are in bed I typically sit down with my computer, some good music, a glass of wine and write…before I pass out!

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I have very little control over my stories. I sit down and plan them out. I story board. I fill out extensive character development sheets. And then I sit down to write and the character goes… Ya know, I’m just not feeling this. How about we do this instead?

Who am I to force them into a story that doesn’t fit them anymore?

How do your books get published?

I’m 100% indie and have yet to hit that publish I suppose we shall see how my books get published soon. Hehe

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

The general idea behind the FaeTAL series came from a dream. Well, I call it a dream. It was more like someone stepped into my head and refused to stop yelling their story at me until I wrote it down.

Once I have the basic idea/story down on paper I do research on the inter-webs to get my details straight. God forbid anyone ever checks my search history...I swear I’m not trying to do anything illegal!

I also have been taking hand-to-hand and knife fighting with a one-on-one trainer in order to keep my fight scenes as accurate and action packed as possible. It’s been fun, but painful. I have walked way with quite a few bruises for these books.

When did you write your first book and how old were you?

I started writing FaeTAL in 2008. I had just graduated college, married the love of my life. I was 22 years old and raring to go!

What do you like to do when you're not writing?

I’m a total dork. I’m a gamer chick. I don’t care if it’s a board game or a computer/console game. I’ll play it! I also tend to the animals in our little mini-farm (we have goats, chickens, guinea pigs, gerbils, dogs, cats...the list is constantly growing) and spend time with my two beautiful little girls. When I’m not doing any of that and I’m not working on my sewing/embroidery orders you can almost always find me with a book. I’m an avid reader. I read anything and everything.

What does your family think of your writing?

Most are supportive. My hubs is my rock. He tells me every day how proud he is of me. Even when he is picking on me about when I will finally click publish on my first book (it has been 8 years in the making so I suppose he has a right to pick on me) I know that he is doing it with love.

I’ve had a few family members be quite mean about it. Questioning what makes me think that I can be an author. For a while I let it get to me. Their negative thoughts and comments pulling me down and causing me to stop writing. To question if I should continue at all.

With the help of a few close friends (that I met online and sadly all live WAY to far away from me) and the support of my husband I have gotten myself into the mindset of: What makes you think that I can’t be an author?

Hehe, this is happening whether the nay-Sayers like it or not!

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

Hmmm...I’m not really sure. I have learned so very much through this process and have met so many wonderful people. I suppose the biggest thing I’ve learned, the most surprising, is that nothing is set in stone. There are a GAZILLION ways to create a book and every single one of them is the ‘right’ way. As long as the book you end up with is what you wanted, what makes you happy, then you did it the right way.

Never let anyone tell you other wise. It is YOUR book and only YOU can decide when and how it is done.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?

I’ve written 2 books. One novella and one full length. I could no easier pick my favorite of the two books than I could pick a favorite between my daughters. I love them both equally. They both have qualities that I adore and qualities that need work. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for FaeTAL because it was the first book I wrote. (It will be the second published though.) However, having the chance to dig deeper into the C.O.D in the novella was a blast and opened up a whole new world for me in this series. This little prequel to FaeTAL may have been an after thought, but it is one I can’t imagine not having published.

Writing is a never ending process. No matter how many times I go through each of these books I’m always going to find something that makes me think ‘huh, maybe I should...’

Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?

I suppose the only suggestions I have at the moment are the ones I have needed to hear as I’ve gone through this process: No one is perfect. Never let someone else’s opinion over rule your own, especially when it comes to your book. People can be mean. They don’t always think before they speak/type and because no one is perfect there are going to be things that people find wrong with your baby (yes my book babies are practically teenagers at this point...yelling for me to get out of their room already).

The hardest part of being an author (at least in my opinion) is putting your book – that you have worked so hard on, poured your heart and soul into, not to mention the ungodly amount of money spent – and having someone bash it. It’s going to hurt.

You’re probably going to think about quitting.

Don’t. You can do this!

Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?

I don’t have readers yet...but I sure do hope that they contact me once my book is out there! I adore feedback and would love to hear from readers :)

Do you like to create books for adults?

I do. I find it fun to create a new world for someone to delve into. I know that I use books as an escape from reality (not that my reality isn’t great...but who doesn’t want to live vicariously every now and then) and I hope that the worlds that I create can help someone else do the same.

What do you think makes a good story?

For me it’s all about consistency and a sense of realness that pulls me in. My favorite books are those that make me forget that these things aren’t actually happening. That I’m not going to run into the character in town. That I can’t actually call up ‘Brie and tell him to calm his butt down so that the storm will go away (haha I still find myself messaging Author C. Tuttle every time a massive southern summer storm hits telling her to have her characters calm down so that I can sleep.)

I think that so long as a book has a strong story, well developed characters and an active plot line...a few grammatical errors can be over looked. It drives me bonkers when I see reviewers bashing an author for the little things. If only they knew how much those little things can cost an author to have someone help with.

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up?

I always wanted to be a teacher and I was for a few years. I enjoyed it while it lasted and at times I miss it now. However, I wouldn’t change being able to go on field trips or spend this time with my girls.

Copyright © 2016 by Becca Moree

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