Monday, August 26, 2013

Blog Tour Schedule

November 2013 - Confirmed Dates

November 1
From the TBR Pile
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and
Hily's Beehive
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November 4
The Bibliophilic Book Blog
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November 5
Tic Toc
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November 6
The One True Faith
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and
Every Free Chance Book Reviews
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November 7
Bea's Book Nook
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and
Crazed Mind
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November 8
Prey Species
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November 11
The bo0ki3
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November 12
Lost Island of Book Reviews
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November 13
Sharon's Garden of Book Reviews
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November 14
jbarrett5
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November 15
Gina's Library
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November 18
Tribute Books Reviews & Giveaways
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November 19
Tribute Books Mama
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November 20
The Character Connection
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November 21
Bookworm Lisa
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November 22
Ascroft, eh?
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and
Lissette E. Manning
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November 24
Reading Between the Lines
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November 25
Bookworm Babblings
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November 26
The Plot Thickens
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November 27
City Girl Who Loves to Read
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Excerpt:

Glancing up, he saw Maddie and Abe approaching at a near run. The urgency in her step, and that look on her face—a mix of worry and fear, like she expected trouble—alerted him.

He got the picture. Blabbermouth Mark was telling him something he wasn’t supposed to know until she got here to explain, because she didn’t think he’d approve. She was playing him. She was going to try to talk him into doing something she was sure he didn’t want to do. Damn. He was going to enjoy this, but it nettled him a little. Her opinion of him was pretty low if she thought he’d object to a birthday party for Abe. And why the hell should he care what she thought?

Because you want her, stupid. But to get her, she has to return the want. For sure, giving her a hard time isn’t going to get you anywhere.

Eyebrow raised, head cocked to one side, he watched through narrowed eyes as she slowed her pace to a saunter and replaced her worried look with a casual smile.

“Why, Gideon. What a nice surprise to find you here,” she said.

He stared without commenting, liking the little flicker of doubt in her expression.

“But Maddie,” Mark said, “you knew he was here. Remember we saw Uncle Gid’s truck outside?”

She glanced at Mark, clearly exasperated, not saying what Gideon knew was on the tip of her tongue.
Abe said it for her. “Shut up, Mark.”

Sighing, she gave Gideon a falsely sweet smile and fluttered her eyelashes. “I see that Mark told you about Abe’s birthday party.”

“What about it?” He wanted to laugh. He barely managed a glare.

She gazed at him, trying to hide her unease at his response. “Well, it was the funniest thing,” she said, brimming with false enthusiasm, waiting for him to smile in return.

Eyes narrowed, he studied her. His silence was making her fidget.

Damn, she had a beautiful mouth—that lower lip distended softly in a coaxing pout. He imagined taking it between his own lips and pulling on it gently. She’d taste as sweet as strawberries warmed by the sun. Her voice faded. He was lost in a sensual haze that would have him agreeing to anything as long as he could taste that mouth.

“Doris Potter and Genevra Wilson are going to do most of the planning, but I worry about where we’re going to put all those people. Is there some way we can set up tables?”

All those people? Tables? He tried to remember what she’d said, but he hadn’t heard a word. Alarmed, he demanded, “How many people have you invited?”

“Uh, well, I guess most of the town. Genevra said the Spartman barbecue was an annual tradition, perfect for Abe’s birthday party. It’s two weeks from today, but all we have to do is supply beer and sodas and the barbecued beef,” she said.

He stared at her, aghast. “Hell, Maddie, we can’t do this. There could be two hundred people here. Do you know what that would cost? We can’t afford a party like that right now. We’re low on cash this time of the year.”

Her hand was on his arm, patting it soothingly. Sparks of electricity shot along his flesh, clear to his brain, took an awesome bounce and shot toward his groin.

“I’ll pay for it, Gideon. The party is my idea, and I can easily afford it. It’s the least I can do. After all, we’re partners, aren’t we?”

Easily afford it? Irritated because he suspected, vaguely, that his manhood might have been insulted, he geared up to retaliate, but then he caught the cruelly disappointed expression on Abe’s face and changed course. If she wanted to pay for it, why not? How much money did she make, anyhow?

He’d almost accepted the idea when reality hit him. He couldn’t host a party for the whole town. He didn’t know shit about parties or where to begin. He’d make a damn fool of himself. Ask him to kill a man with his bare hands, lead a strike force, or take out a target with a rifle at a thousand yards—yeah, he could do that—but throw a party with the whole town looking on? God, no.

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