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Monday, July 22, 2019

Release Week Blitz- ECRIVAIN by Elizabeth Dunlap With An Excerpt & Giveaway!

I am so excited that ECRIVAIN by Elizabeth Dunlap is available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book by Author Elizabeth Dunlap, be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a finished copy of the book and swag, courtesy of Elizabeth and Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, enter in the Rafflecopter at the bottom of this post.

About the Book:
Title: ECRIVAIN (Ecrivain Academy Book 1)
Author: Elizabeth Dunlap
Pub. Date: July 21, 2019
Publisher: Elizabeth Dunlap
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 282
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonKindle
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Welcome to Ecrivain Academy.
Here in these storied halls you will be trained to become one of the greatest writers the world has ever known.
There are poetry battles.
Friends. Enemies.
Is your story a romance?
Or is it something darker?
Explore all Ecrivain has to offer.
That is, if you can survive until graduation.


Hit send.
Just hit send.
My finger hovered over the enter key, and I chewed on my lip in hesitation.
Come on, Calliope, my inner monologue quipped. Don’t be a coward.
Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my finger onto the enter button. My lungs emptied with a very loud sigh and I peeked one eye out to see if the confirmation screen was up yet.
It was.
There was no going back now. I’d officially sent my story away into the electronic wild blue yonder. As scared as I felt, a swirl of excitement was building in my stomach. I tried to tamper it down so my hopes wouldn’t build up.
A sip of tea helped quell some anxiety for now, and I let the warmth of it wash over me like a bath. My fingers smoothed over the china while my eyes danced from the computer screen to the paper I’d been putting off to the last minute. One more sip of tea. I closed the tab with the writing contest and put it from my head so I could focus on packing up my bag for school.
My phone popped with a text and I laid out my math book over my desk before tapping my phone screen to see the message.
Did you send it? The text was from my best friend, Kathryn. A rush of dread flew up my throat. How had she found out? Was she spying on me? Did the entire school know? I’d never be able to live this down. I fumbled, trying to think of a response, and ended up having a panic attack via text message.
Send what? Did someone say something? What do you know? Who told you?
Way to play it cool.
She responded within a few seconds and I could feel her raised eyebrow in the text. Calm down, spaztastic. I asked for a cookie recipe yesterday, remember? Although I’d be happy to discuss whatever that was all about.
Nothing, I responded, and quickly sent her a picture of the recipe.
Thanks, she replied. I’m not forgetting what you said, though, just in case you were hoping otherwise.
Crap. I groaned and sipped another mouthful of tea. It didn’t make things better, unfortunately. I was of the belief that tea could solve almost anything, but it couldn’t solve my big mouth. Kathryn would be relentless at school until I either told her or made something up. My eyes went back to my laptop screen where a sheep danced around on my screensaver.
What was I thinking, entering a writing contest? I wasn’t a writer. Nothing would change that, not even my stupid story about a dog and a squirrel being best friends. I’d almost deleted it seven times since I’d finished it, but something stopped me every time. When I found a writing contest online, I decided enough was enough, and I’d hear for real that my writing was garbage so I could stop this fantasy and get back to everything I was supposed to care about, like boys and makeup.
If I kept sitting there regretting my decision, I’d be late to school. One last sip emptied my cup, and I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Mom drove my brother Penny to school every day while I took the bus. The sticky, smelly, pressed together bodies bus. The bus that had already stopped at my house, apparently.
Cursing under my breath, I slipped my black ankle boots on at the front door and ran to make sure the bus didn’t leave me behind. It stopped at the stop sign on the end of my block and opened for me when I kicked the side with my booted foot.
My house was one of the last on the route, meaning I always had to sit in the undesirable spots on the bus. Today that happened to be a seat that looked like someone had spilled a soda all over it. I picked the very edge of the brown leather bench to sit on and hoped the bus wouldn’t lurch and toss me into the aisle.
As the bus rolled away from my street, the kids on the bus laughed, chatted to themselves, and beat out tunes on top of the seats. I bobbed my head along with it, trying to not bring attention to myself. None of them liked me, a fact I was well aware of. They were under the impression that I had a superiority complex because my parents were rich. It wasn’t my fault my parents made me ride the bus. I begged them for a car next year when I turned sixteen, and they met it with a resounding no. No car for Calliope. Riding the bus builds character. Wouldn’t want me to be spoiled like Penny.
My little brother, Penny, was ten years old, and my parents let him do whatever he wanted with the excuse of ‘boys will be boys.’ I struggled daily trying to tell myself that I’m supposed to love my brother, not to mention my parents. What kind of person doesn’t love their family? The bad kind, that’s what. I was a horrible person for not loving them. My alternative was that I could at least care about them. Maybe if I did, I would become a better person. Until then, I deserved to ride the bus like a loser. I stared down at the dirty bus floor and moped about my lot in life until the bus lurched and tossed me, not in the aisle, but right into the sticky seat puddle. My blue jumper was covered in soda, not to mention my hair. I pulled at my red strands and came away with sticky sugar.
“Aww, is richy rich in a sticky situation?” someone taunted. The bus erupted in laughter and my face burned with mortification. I looked up to see a boy wearing a backwards cap, sipping a soda through a straw and smiling at me with an evil grin. His straw bubbled like there wasn’t anything left in the cup, because he’d emptied it all over my seat. Pulling the cup away from his mouth, he shook it at me with a smile full of sarcastic venom. His friend fist bumped him in victory.
The bus rocked again when the driver pulled on the breaks as we reached the school, and I fell into the aisle this time. The dirt from people’s shoes stuck to my sticky arm. Everyone had a good round of laughter again and left the bus, leaving me behind. Somehow, I got up off the floor and got my sticky self out onto the sidewalk.
Kathryn was waiting for me as always with her golden tan and pink haired perfection, but her perfect face turned sour when she saw me messed up and dirty. She flew to me and fussed over taking my sticky bag and helping me inside the building, as if I couldn’t on my own. She snuck me into the girl’s locker room and I took my boots off before I stood under the showerhead and let the warm water flow over me.
“Those beasts,” she spat, watching me by the sinks. I ran my fingers through my tangled red hair and shook the droplets off my face. “They put the soda there on purpose to screw with you. I should join you today after school and show them what happens when you mess with my friend.”
“Please don’t,” I pleaded half-heartedly. She was the only person who cared about me. I couldn’t bear it if she was bullied too. I used a towel to dry off myself and my clothes as best I could. The shower room had a washer and dryer, but if I didn’t get going fast, we would miss first period.
“B. T. Dubs,” she said, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at me. “We’re going to talk about that freak out you had via text earlier.”
If I hadn’t just been doused in soda, I might’ve actually told her the truth, but my mood was ruined. I grabbed my bag from her and used the towel to try and salvage it without using water. It worked well enough, so I slung it over my shoulder and walked out without saying another word to her.

My favorite part of school was free period. I spent that time every day inside the library, soaking in every book I could get my hands on. I’ll admit that I was guilty of only choosing what was new and popular, just so I could add to the conversations at school. I never read anything older than myself, unless it was a hot topic, like Handmaid’s Tale or Outlander. I never read classics or non-fiction. I know that’s practically reader taboo, but I cared more about being able to impress people than reading about antique people doing antique people things. It was a conundrum, wanting to stay under the radar and yet be noticed at the same time. I didn’t care that it was ridiculous.
My current read was about a virtual world used to escape the doldrums of everyday life. It had been adapted into a movie and everyone at school was buzzing about plans to go see it. I’d saved enough allowance to go with Kathryn, and I fully intended to read the book first so I could be prepared just in case anyone talked to me about it.
Like Blades Sherman.
He was on the football team and he always dated curvy blondes that actually needed a bra. I knew he’d never notice me, but my teenage heart didn’t care. I wanted him to suddenly realize that I was perfect for him. Preferably before prom so he could ask me and I wouldn’t have to go with Kathryn. I was totally fine bringing a girl, especially one as pretty as Kathryn, but I wanted Blades like I wanted air, and really nice shoes.
“Wake up.” Kathryn poked me with a pencil and looked back down at her book, something with art on the pages. She was convinced that there had to be at least one book in our library with boobs in it. It was her daily quest, mostly so she had something to do while I actually read the books. “Is it boring?” She pointed the pencil at the book in my hands.
“No. I was just…..” I scratched at my leg. My skin was becoming increasingly itchy with my still slightly damp clothes. I could’ve spent free period cleaning them in the girls’ locker room, but why do that when I could read books? “…daydreaming,” I finished.
“About Blaaaades?” she teased, batting her eyelashes at me.
“Sssshut up,” I whispered in warning. She giggled at me and leaned in secretively.
“Tell me, Cals. What’s the thing you freaked out about earlier? Did you do something rebellious?” Her face lit up in hope and she grabbed my hand to shake it repeatedly.
“Kind of?”
She squeaked loud enough for the librarian to shush us, then leaned in closer. “What’d’ja do? Tellmetellmetellme!”
Having to say it out loud to her made it real, and scary. I couldn’t tell her I’d written a dumb story. She wouldn’t tease me, but she’d make it a thing. She’d never let me rest until I kept writing, and I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t even want that.
Did I?
Before I could answer, Kathryn grabbed my hand and squeaked again, softer this time so we wouldn’t get in trouble. Blades had just entered the library with his newest fling, someone I didn’t know, but I wished I looked like her. Blonde hair. Big boobs. Actual booty. My envy of her almost distracted me from him, my Blades. My stomach flip-flopped at the sight of him and my lungs felt compressed inside my chest. I primped my hair a bit and straightened my sweater.
“Calliope and Blades, sittin’ in a tree,” Kathryn sang in a whisper. I batted her hands away. She brought her two pointer fingers together to mimic kissing. “Gonna F.K. with Blades, aww yiss.” Her abbreviation of ‘first kiss’ didn’t make her mashed together fingers look more appealing. It also sounded like she was saying a curse word.
I’d just hissed for her to stop when Blades and his girlfriend came closer. His eyes were busy taking in all the shelves while the girl approached me with a cynical stare. She adjusted her very large expensive purse and flipped her hand out in that ‘I want to talk to your manager’ kind of way.
“Hey, nerd,” she belted out in my direction. “Where’s the best corner in here to make out?” I was stunned into silence that she would even ask me anything, not to mention why did she want to know something like that? Ohh. Right. She scoffed at me when I didn’t answer. “Oh wait, I’m asking the wrong person, aren’t I? You only kiss your hand.” She sighed, as if teasing me was boring her. “Where’s the books on Napoleon?”
Kathryn leaned her arm over the back of her chair and scowled. “Do we look like librarians?”
The blonde girl’s look made it very clear she absolutely thought we did. “I need to write a stupid paper and I have no idea who Napoleon is.”
Kathryn shrugged. “French dude. Tried to take over Europe. Didn’t work out too well.” I found myself trying to catch Blades’ eyes, but he kept his gaze firmly towards the ceiling. If only he’d look down, he’d see how cute I looked in my navy blue jumper. It was almost completely dry now from the shower too.
My mind moved unbidden to thoughts of finding that quiet corner his girlfriend thought I knew about, only she wasn’t there, and it was just him and me. Maybe he’d laugh when he felt the dampness of the jumper and pull me close to him when I told him what had happened. It would be nice to have someone to save me from bullies. Maybe he’d become my champion and make sure no one hurt me ever again.
And maybe. He’d give me my first kiss. A stolen moment between the book stacks when our lips met.
His girlfriend snapped loudly in my face to wake me up from my daydreams. “Wake up, crazy face. Where’s the stupid history books, your friend doesn’t know.”
My cheeks flushed and I glanced at Blades again before looking down at my boots. “Over there,” I said meekly, pointing. She grabbed Blades’ arm and dragged him away from me.

Daydreaming was something I did every day. Yes, some of it was about Blades, as was to be expected of teenage girl hormones. The rest was about other things. How I’d fit in my favorite novels or tv shows, or what if this had happened in history instead of what actually happened.
Sometimes I daydreamed about things I made up and that was how I’d come up with the story about the dog and the squirrel. I saw someone walking their Labrador retriever across the street from my science class and watched as it tried desperately to catch a ground squirrel, even after the rodent had disappeared into its hole in the ground. Something sparked inside me, and I immediately flipped a few pages away from my science notes and wrote until the bell rang.
The dog and squirrel had lived in the same yard for all their lives, and the squirrel was convinced he and the dog were best friends. The dog had no such preconceptions and tolerated the squirrel’s antics until one day the squirrel didn’t come out of its tree, and the dog realized he missed his friend.
I knew the story wasn’t very good, but writing it made me feel alive, and as I sat in Algebra daydreaming about other things, I tried to convince myself that I was going to succeed at writing. My resolve was short-lived because I went home and remembered how life really was.
That was how I felt that day when I trudged up the stairs and dumped my bag onto my bed before changing out of the now dry jumper. My skin still had an edge of stick to it, so I walked to the bathroom to clean up. The large rectangle mirror showed a thin weed-like girl with freckles and red hair that was neither curly nor straight. I turned to the side and frowned at my lack of curves. I was still as skinny as I was before puberty. Shopping in the juniors section while everyone else had moved onto the women’s section was humiliating, not to mention I was the only fifteen year old who hadn’t grown proper breasts. A groan escaped my lips and I leaned forward to scowl at all the freckles that dotted every inch of my skin. I looked like a Dalmatian.
“If you stare harder, maybe you’ll stop looking like a turd face,” my little brother squeaked from behind the bathroom door. I caught his eye in the mirror and the sight of my angry face sent him off running down the hall. My feet flew out of the bathroom, through the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room where he’d hidden behind something.
“Penny, you are so dead!” I shouted to him as I bent around looking for his hiding spot.
“Language!” I heard from the kitchen, right before my mother poked her head out from the archway that separated the two rooms. She looked at me with pursed lips and wrinkled disapproval. It took me a few seconds to realize that she was mad at me for saying the word ‘dead.’
I pointed to the couch where Penny was hiding. “Penny called me a turd face.”
Instead of coming to my defense, because she never did, Mom sighed heavily. “Calliope, act mature. This doesn’t become you.” She turned and went back into the kitchen. My mouth curled in anger at her retreating back. She was so mean sometimes. Why couldn’t she be fun like Kathryn’s mom? Kathryn’s mom let her do whatever she wanted, while my mom still insisted I hide my eyes when Aragorn decapitated the Uruk-hai in Lord of the Rings. Spoiler alert: I’ve seen blood before, Mom.
Seeing that I wasn’t paying attention, Penny crawled out from the couch and launched himself at my leg. “Alien attaaaaack!” he screamed. “I’m going to suck your brains out your butt hole!” I kicked at the leg he was attached to and looked hopefully at the kitchen to see if Mom would reprimand my brother for saying ‘butt hole,’ but she failed to appear. Typical.
“Penny,” I growled in annoyance. “Why are you being such a brat?”
“I’m not a brat! You’re a brat!” he retorted and stuck his tongue out at me.
“Don’t call your brother a brat,” Dad ordered from the front door. Him too? Of course, I forgot. It was pick on Calliope day. Every day was pick on Calliope day.
“Make him get off,” I whined, hoping one parent would have some sympathy on me.
“It’s time for dinner.”
Mom’s words made Penny fly off of me faster than a page load. He didn’t bother making sure I was okay, and his retreat almost knocked me over, slamming me into the edge of the coffee table. Pain sliced through my leg and I bent to checked the area. No blood. I limped over to the dining table where Mom had decorated the room like we were being filmed for HGTV. Flowers in vases, flowers in buckets, flowers in tiny wheelbarrows, and so. much. burlap.
I sat down in my country style ladderback chair with weathered paint and watched Penny kick his chair repeatedly as he swung his feet back and forth. My father, already sitting at the head of the table, ignored the noise and damage to the chair. I smiled when Mom came into the room and placed a large dish of roast beef stew on the table. She didn’t smile back, but that was okay.
“How was work, Dad?” I asked brightly, picking up my napkin to place in my lap. Yes. Mom made us use actual cloth napkins, like we were at a restaurant. It’s an understatement to say she tried my patience sometimes.
My father helped himself to some stew and diverted my question with one of his own. “Have you finished your paper that’s due tomorrow?” He was always on top of what I had to do at school.
I sunk into my chair and stared at the flowers in front of me. “No.”
“Then what, pray tell, was so much more important than your homework?” he asked me, his tone growing agitated. He passed the serving spoon to Penny next.
I watched my brother get a very large serving of the stew and thought about the story contest. Obviously, I couldn’t tell them about it. What would they even say?
Stop neglecting your studies for frivolous activities. Probably. Not that I wasn’t a straight A student, because I was. That didn’t matter to them, though.
When my brother stuck his tongue out at me and passed the serving spoon to Mom, something snapped inside me. I grasped at the receding tethers to stop the oncoming flood, but it was too late.
My mouth had a mind of its own and blurted out the sentence that changed my life.
“I entered a writing contest.”

About Elizabeth:

Elizabeth Dunlap is the author of several fantasy books, including the Born Vampire series. She's never wanted to be anything else in her life, except maybe a vampire. She lives in Texas with her boyfriend, their daughter, and a very sleepy chihuahua named Deyna.

Giveaway Details:

1 winner will win a finished copy of ECRIVAIN & Swag, US Only.

Ends August 13th, midnight EST.

Blog Tour- UNDER HER WINGS by Anne Marie Citro With An Interview & Giveaway!

I am stoked to be hosting a stop on the blog tour for UNDER HER WINGS by Anne Marie Citro! I have an excerpt to share with you today check it out and enter to win the giveaway below!

About The Book:

Title: UNDER HER WINGS (Sistas #1)
Author: Anne Marie Citro
Pub. Date: August 1, 2016
Publisher: Anne Marie Citro
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 440
Find it: GoodreadsAmazonB&NiBooksKoboTBD

Under Her Wings

Wishing for death while living through hell, Gabriella is rescued off the rocks of a Scottish loch at the lowest moment of her life by the hot, humorous Edward and the sexy, staid Liam. The two men nurse the despondent woman back to health while teaching her how to pick up the pieces of her life. Both are captivated by her and vie for her attention.

Friendships are formed and secrets revealed. One man will become her lover, while the other becomes her best friend. Together, they have a past they cannot change, a present they must live through, and a future yet to be discovered. However, every time things appear to settle down for the trio, fate deals another blow, testing their trust and faith in each other and the love they have created.

Gabriella discovers the beauty of Scotland and life anew as she learns that trust is a two-way street that can either strengthen bonds or destroy relationships. Will she accept all that she learns or continue to believe she is betraying the memories she ran from? 

Now on to the interview!

Hey Anne! First I want to say welcome to Two Chicks on Books I’m glad you could stop by for a chat! UNDER HER WINGS sounds AWESOME and I can’t wait for everyone to read it!

Dear Two Chicks,
Thank you so much for featuring my book on your blog. You have no idea how much you help independent authors like me get the word out about our books. You work so hard to make us look good and get very little credit. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

For the readers: can you tell us a little bit about UNDER HER WINGS and the characters?

I love these characters and their story. It was something that was rattling around in my head for years. I wrote Under Her Wings secretly after most of my son’s moved away from home. I have four sons and it broke my heart when they left. I used to teach special needs teenagers before I left to write full time and finished school at 2:30. My husband works long hours and I had too many alone hours to fill. So, I wrote it, pouring my soul into the characters and when I finished, I finally told my husband. I thought he would tease me but instead he made me read it to him, and he loved it, encouraging me to publish it. Under Her Wings begins with three broken souls that learn to trust and love again.

What are you working on now?

Currently I’m writing a series on four friends that get caught up in “The Troubles” in Ireland during the 80’s. Something happens and three are forced to emigrate and one is left behind. Thirty years later the family learns how much strength and courage it takes to emigrate to a new country all alone. The father’s past comes back to haunt the children, but love prevails.  I just arrived home from two weeks in Ireland doing research and vacationing. I talked to so many locals that lived in those times and got some great stories lines for the series.  

Were any of the characters in the book inspired by people from your real life?

The main character Gabriella was inspired by a woman I knew. She was a single parent who had two daughters one with extreme special needs. Her children were her whole reason for living. Sadly, she lost both. It broke my heart and I just couldn’t understand how someone could survive as such an incredible loss. I lost contact with the woman when she disappeared for a while. Gabriella’s story was my way of giving another woman who had lost everything a second chance at happiness and love.

Who was your favorite character to write? What about your least favorite?

My favorite character was Liam. He was a great guy who couldn’t forgive himself for the past. He was always looking after everyone else but didn’t think he deserved the same treatment. He was humble and kind and it didn’t hurt that he was sexy as hell.
Edward was my least favorite character but not for reasons you might think. I love him but he was the first character that bullied me in my writing. I wrote a chapter and was quite happy with it, that night I had a dream he hated it. He thought it should be written another way. Edward said he would never do what I wrote. He wouldn’t give up. The next day I tried to start the next chapter, but his constant nagging in my head drove me crazy. I rewrote the chapter to shut him down. I compared both chapters and I hate to admit it, but he was right. And because of that he was the bane of my existence through the whole series. His opinions only got stronger throughout the series. He is the character that I love and want to punch in the mouth at the same time.  

What is your favorite passages/scenes in UNDER HER WINGS?

My absolute favorite chapter from beginning to end is the chapter about the healing stones. I saw a picture of stones with words on them and my mind took off. I learned a lot about myself and my characters when I wrote that chapter. I still tear up every time reread it. I wish I had thought of it when my husband and I fought. It might have saved me a lot of sleepless nights and his sanity.  

What kind of research did you have to do for the story?

The book takes place in Scotland. I had visited Scotland and fell in love with the Island of Skye. I had to do a lot of research to understand the different levels of the British Military and because I don’t follow the British Royal family, I had research them. Actually, almost every chapter I had to research. Truth be told I love research!

Who is your ultimate book boyfriend?

I probably shouldn’t use one of my own characters, but I’m going to because I love him. Ryder is a very tormented man that looks exactly like Jason Momoa. He is the main character in my second book of this series. He learns the most out of any of my characters. You can teach a grumpy dog new tricks, but you can’t remove his attitude. I had a reviewer tell me she couldn’t review my book. I asked her for feedback. She said she absolutely hated Ryder and couldn’t get past the first chapter. I thanked her because my job was done, you aren’t supposed to like him at the beginning. But you’ll fall in love with him by the end. I took it as a compliment. It took a group of special needs teenagers and his love interest to teach him the most important lessons in life. 

What inspired you to write romance?

Plain and simple my husband. I have been blessed with a man who has treated me like I’m the most important person in his world. I couldn’t live a minute without him. He’s rough and tough at work but an absolute teddy bear at home. I met him and was engaged three months later. A year later at twenty I was married.  Thirty-three years later I love him more than the day I married him.

I notice you have recipes for some of your books on your website. What is your favorite and what inspired you to add the recipes?

I love to cook but pasta in any form is my favorite. I’m half Italian and half Irish. When my kids were young, I never sat down at dinner with less than ten people. I was in my glory. Everywhere my husband and I travel, we take cooking classes. In the last book of Savage’s Buck and Doe series I had to include our last chef from Tuscany. I have never met a man more passionate about the culinary arts. I asked him if I could write him in one of my books. He said no . . . (my heart stopped) he continued to say No I’d be honored. I will be featuring him in book four of the series and his recipe will be posted on my website in the fall. BTW check out my website annemariecitro.com. It’s proof you can teach an old dog new tricks. I had a university kid teach me how to create a website and now I’ve run wild with it. It is a true representation of me, my travels, the music I love, and the food I cook.

Lightning Round Questions

What are you reading right now? Or what do you have on your TBR that you’re dying to read?

El Diablo by M. Robinson

What Hogwarts House would the Sorting Hat place you in?

Harry Potter isn’t a romance I’ve never read it.

Twitter or Facebook?

Neither I suck at social media but the odd time I look at Instagram.

Favorite Superhero?

Aqua Man because Jason Momoa plays the character.

Favorite TV show?

Anything on HGTV more specifically Fixer Upper. Love Joanna and Chip!

Sweet or Salty?

100% Sweet

Any Phobias?

YES! Books that get you hooked and then you have to buy two more for the complete story. I want a beginning, middle and end for my money. If that happens, no matter how much I like the author or the story, I won’t read any more books by that author.

Song you can’t get enough of right now?

Anything Old Dominion sings. I feel like I could write a book about every song they write.

2019 Movie you’re most looking forward to?

Not a big movie watcher but I couldn’t wait to see Bohemian Rhapsody. I saw it four times. Huge Queen fan.

Thanks so much Anne for answering my questions! I can’t wait for everyone to read UNDER HER WINGS!

About Anne:
I was born and raised in the Greater Toronto Area of Ontario, Canada. I grew up surrounded by a large, loving family, and I am married to a wonderfully patient man.

He is the love of my life.

We have four very cool sons that I love and adore! The girls they have brought into our family that have become daughters of my heart. I have also been blessed with a beautiful granddaughter, of course, after raising four boys...

I have my own personal gaggle of girlfriends, who enrich my life on a daily basis and make me laugh until I cry. Caesar Friday is my favorite day of the week; that's Caesars with the girls and date night with the hubby. 

I love the arts and have tried my hand at painting, wood sculpting, chainsaw carving, wood burning, metal and wire sculptures. Yes, my husband is a very patient man! I am an avid reader, burning through about three books per week.

But nothing makes me happier than riding on the back of my husband's Harley and throwing my arms out and feeling the wind race by. We work very hard, so we can take a few weeks every year to travel to spectacular destinations around the world.

I worked with the most incredible group of special-needs teenagers, and they taught me how to appreciate life and see it through gentler eyes. My husband has encouraged me to follow my lifelong dream of being a writer. I've really fallen in love with the characters that take over my imagination and haunt my dreams.

I am so excited for this new journey and can't wait to see what the next chapter holds for me in life.

Giveaway Details:
One lucky winner will receive a $25 Amazon Gift Card, International.

Tour Schedule:
Week One:
7/15/2019- Lisa Loves Literature- Spotlight

7/16/2019- Dena Garson-Real... Hot... Romance- Spotlight
7/16/2019- Jaime's World- Excerpt

7/17/2019- BookHounds- Interview
7/17/2019- A Dream Within A Dream- Excerpt

7/18/2019- The Tired Buyer- Guest Post
7/18/2019- Random Bookish Banter- Review

7/19/2019- PopTheButterfly Reads- Spotlight
7/19/2019- Books a Plenty Book Reviews- Guest Post

Week Two:
7/22/2019- A Gingerly Review- Review
7/22/2019- Two Chicks on Books- Interview

7/23/2019- Colorimetry- Excerpt
7/23/2019- Smada's Book Smack- Spotlight

7/24/2019- Good Choice Reading- Spotlight

7/25/2019- Parajunkee- Spotlight

7/26/2019- Book Briefs- Review

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