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"I thought you’d finally sobered up." Excerpt ~ WHEN NOONDAY ENDS

When a new attorney accepts a case of a woman accused of attempted homicide, he finds himself entwined in age-old secrets and a family who will stop at nothing to conceal them—even murder. If you haven’t and would prefer to read the full prologue first, along with the previous samples, click here . This excerpt takes place directly after last week’s, so you might want to…or go ahead. There aren’t any spoilers…just um…well, I’ll let you decide. Excerpt : A hotel room . Oh, my God! She jumped out of bed and was happy to see she still had clothes on. Not that it mattered since she’d chosen to wear the shortest skirt she owned last night. “What on God’s great earth?” she screamed. Tom bolted upright in bed. “What happened?” he asked, looking around the room. “Where the hell are we?” she demanded. He ran his hands through his hair. “Oh, boy. I should have known. I thought you’d finally sobered up.” Shelby threw her hands over her face, as if that’d change the

The Worst Book Publishing/Marketing Tip I've Ever Read! Authors, please Do Not take this advice.

This is NOT my status; I'm complaining about it. So please read all before jumping in.  This was a Twitter status from a man who has 7k followers; I am not one of them, thankfully. And though I don't usually get involved, I couldn't resist. BAD TIP!!! (Today's #BookMarket Tip: A writer's task is primarily to lure readers away from other writers. Tough truth. #writing #books) Seriously???  Please read on to understand why this is so utterly ridiculous. My thoughts: If anything, we share readers! When a reader has read all my books, I recommend authors and books I believe they will like. And, I purposely share other authors' books on Twitter, Facebook, and even my website.  Why???  Because I can write four books a year; my readers can read four a week! If I read and share authors in my genre, doesn't it make sense they will share their readers with me. So, in fact, we are helping ourselves by sharing other authors. Right

With nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship. LAND OF THE NOONDAY SUN

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known as  Land of the Noonday Sun . My female protagonist has willingly moved to Nantahala, NC to receive an inheritance from an estranged relative, but she isn't prepared for the entire situation if it involves him. “Then let’s continue.” Mr. Brady fanned out the appropriate paperwork. After signing all the documents, he handed a key to Cassandra—the key to her new home. “Walter already has his and has agreed to show you the way.” “What?” she petitioned, bursting from her chair. “He…he lives there…too?” she stammered. “Of course, but if you would rather live somewhere else, that would be permissible. The instructions of the will stated you have to work at the store; it didn’t necessitate living in the family home,” the attorney said. Cassandra looked over at him and noticed he was smiling. It wasn’t the same friendly smile as

#1 Romantic-Suspense bestseller, LAND OF THE NOONDAY SUN:

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams, they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known as... Land of the Noonday Sun Just a few of the reviews: "Wow! Carmen DeSousa has written another emotional and suspenseful story about family, friendship, love and betrayal that captured my attention from the very beginning."  "This was one of the best books I have read in a long while. I loved the story line and the suspense. It kept you guessing the whole time." "I loved this one. I think it has a lot to do with the characters. Carmen DeSousa may be incapable of writing a hero that doesn't make me melt." "Passionate characters, beautiful North Carolina setting, true love, and a bang-up mystery to tie it all together. Need I say more? "Land of the Noonday Sun" is a must-read!" Download Land of the Noonday Sun: Amazon Amazon UK Barnes & Noble iTunes

Looking for a new book? Read the first three chapters here; no download required.

  This week for my excerpt, I decided to use my full book blurb. If you enjoy, click the link to read the first three chapters; no download required. When Alexandra Nicole was eight, she thought she was a princess in a fairytale. But after a tragic accident shatters her magical life, she finds herself in a cold and heartless reality. As an adult, she once again faces harsh truths and decides to take control of her life. Unfortunately, choices have a way of entangling her dreams and pushing her down a dark and dismal path. Alexandra must trust her instincts to escape danger, but be able to surrender all to find her happily ever after. Knowing how to decipher the difference, will be her toughest challenge. Want more?  Download your copy now... Amazon US Amazon UK Barnes & Noble iTunes Or, click here to read the first three chapters . I love talking about all things books, so please connect with me via one

HEART LIKE AN OCEAN by Christine Steendam #HistoricalRomance via @ChrisSteen1991 @5PrincePub

Heart Like An Ocean by Christine Steendam Book description: In a society where she doesn't belong, Senona Montez, a strong-willed and free-spirited woman refuses to follow the path expected of a Don's only child. On the eve of her marriage to a stranger, she saddles her horse and flees everything she knows, only to discover the petty concerns of society did not prepare her for the harsh life on the open sea. She finds an unlikely protector in a reckless privateer, Brant Foxton. Straddling the worlds of independence and privilege in 1600's Europe, this captivating man challenges her in ways she never thought possible, shows her what living to the fullest really means, and allows her to follow her heart wherever it leads. My review: What impressed me most about Heart Like an Ocean was the author. It is a historical romance novel, and yet, Christine Steendam is in her twenties. Maybe it's the values, which I see so rarely nowadays, an

Do men have feelings? Love deeply, heart and soul? A novice's attempt to prove it.

One of  the  things I've noticed about novels and movies is that over the decades, writers have portrayed the majority of men to be cold-hearted, uncaring men who needed to be  tamed . Maybe it’s because my father raised me, but I never saw this. In fact, throughout  my years , I’ve seen just the opposite. Most of the men I’ve known have loved women to their own detriment. So I wondered: how could I prove men have feelings? Well, this isn’t one of those infallible, never-slanted polls taken by Fox or CNN ( insert laughter). I did this on my own. I chose not to look at just one source , but many. I decided the best way to prove men had feelings was to use their own words. I researched Billboard, Top 100, Country’s Best, and several other music lists to find the top love songs in all genres, across all ages. And then, I looked up who wrote the lyrics, because that’s what really matters, right? Surprise … I was correct. Of course, if I hadn't been,

She may be in the wrong place again--or is she? Excerpt from WHEN NOONDAY ENDS

When a new attorney accepts a case of a woman accused of attempted homicide, he finds himself entwined in age-old secrets and a family who will stop at nothing to conceal them—even murder. If you haven’t and would prefer to read the full prologue first, click here .  There aren’t any spoilers, but this excerpt takes place a few chapters in, so read on if you wish. :) Excerpt : Shelby opened her eyes, but her surroundings were fuzzy, as if she were trying to see through a foggy day. She tried to make sense of what she saw, but her brain didn’t want to cooperate. She eyed the muscular arms surrounding her, the crisp white sheet wrapped around her body, and the specks of light peeking through the edges of the curtains. Not her pure white sheers, dark blue industrial-style drapes with ugly tan squares. She lifted her head to see a faux-wood nightstand with a cheap alarm clock on top, staring back at her. Four o’clock according to the bright-red numbers that seemed to