Lucky’s Charm Blog Tour Day Two!

I know, this is really sad, but I don’t remember if I scheduled something for today. See, my hard drive decided to die on me, four days before my book release! UGH!

I will post the link of the blog I’m on today, if there is one, on my Facebook page today, so make sure you’re following me:

And remember to help me spread the word about Lucky’s Charm and my contest!

Lucky’s Charm Blog Tour Day One!

I’m so excited to share my latest novel, Lucky’s Charm with all of you. In celebration of the book release, I’m doing an impromptu blog tour!

Each day, until 8/7 I will be touring the internet and offering you a different excerpt from Lucky’s Charm, my Romantic Suspense novel coming out tomorrow 7/31 from Wild Child Publishing.

Today’s stop is on Terri Talley Venters blog: Elements of Mystery 

Please stop by and say hello!

Thank you all for your support!

Avery Olive’s Blog Tour

Another stop on Avery Olive’s Blog Tour…brought to you by ME! Check out her blog for details on her exciting Contest! 

I asked her a few random questions and asked her to give us a snippet of her YA novel A Stiff Kiss!

Enjoy & Comment!

Jenn: Which
side (or secondary) character was your favorite in this novel and why?

Avery: I feel like I’m cheating by choosing
Landon, since he’s a secondary character but pretty much has equal face-time as
Xylia, the main.  He’s got a bit of
growth in the novel.  And I like that he
realizes there is more to life than what he had original planned for, and he’s
willing to embrace it.
But in the interest of being fair–I’m
going to choose Mr. Cambel. He’s one of the many patients on the geriatrics
ward that Xylia visits. He loves poetry, and being read to, and it was fun to
think of all the poetry the two would read, and finding the ones that match the
tone of the novel perfectly. Mr. Cambel also allowed Xylia to express her
feelings through words—giving her a voice, even if she didn’t realize it. 
Jenn: What
is your favorite line or paragraph in this novel?

Avery: Now this is a tough one, but… For some
reason I see this ending up on a T-shirt J
Some people collect stamps, baseball cards,
or go to war monuments. I like to visit cemeteries, go to funerals, and see the
occasional dead body in the morgue. I don’t really see what’s wrong with that
Jenn: What
are you working on now?

Avery: It’s a secret? Okay, that’s no fun. I’m
actually working on a sequel—no, not to A Stiff Kiss, but I haven’t ruled that
out yet J—to a novel I finished a few months ago. I was ready to start
something new, only these characters just begged me to continue their story. I
let my mind, and the voices tell me what to write, so if it’s a sequel or
something completely new, I go with it. Forcing the writing has never worked
for me. And, I’ll eventually get to all the other idea’s that are floating
around my head, and that fill tons of notebooks. 

Avery Olive is proudly Canadian.  She is married and
has one child. When she’s not helping raise her very energetic and inquisitive
son, she can be found working on her latest novel–where she devilishly adds
U’s into every word she can.

When she is looking for a break Avery enjoys cake
decorating, losing herself in a good book, or heading out to the lake to go
camping. The release of Avery’s first novel proves to her it won’t
be the last. As long as her family continues to be supportive, she can find the
time, and people want to read, Avery vows to keep on writing.

Avery Olive’s Blog :
A Stiff Kiss Facebook Fan Page:

Tomorrow’s blog stop:  Thursday March
22nd – Juliana Haygert

A Stiff Kiss Novel Excerpt:

No way should I be in the morgue. If I’m caught, I’ll lose my job. My
dad will probably get fired, too. He’s been warned to keep me out of here.
The walls are lined with thick, square doors, clearly marked with
numbers. I stop in front of the one I want. In the middle of that wall, at
waist height, is number twelve. Beyond the door, lying on a sliding metal
table, is the body of Landon Phoenix.
I’ve always had a crush on Landon, ever since freshman year when his
family moved to Silver Springs. I’ve watched him grow into his looks, no longer
a gangly boy with braces. And I’ve longed to hear my name roll off his tongue
in that deep voice of his. To press my lips against his as he holds me in a
tight embrace. To share the same air as him.
Though now, all those things are impossible. Except one. I can pull open
the door, slide the table out, and at least for a moment I can share the same
air, even if his lungs can no longer pull in that air.
I hesitate, my hand on the handle. Besides my mother, this will be the
only other person who’s died that I’ve really known. The others have just been
people, random ones at that. The guy from the grocery store who jumped off
Whibley Bridge into the icy waters below, the occasional patient of mine who’d
succumbed to old age, and many, many others. But this is personal. This is
someone I’d known. Or at least, someone I’d held secretly in my heart.
But I need to say goodbye.
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Avery Olive
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