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Blog Tour: His to Defend by Rhenna Morgan

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Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for His to Defend, by author Rhenna Morgan! I’m so excited to share book #1 of the sexy NOLA Knights series, and its gorgeous cover!

Read on for more details and an exclusive excerpt!

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His to Defend
by Rhenna Morgan
(NOLA Knights #1)
Publication Date: October 14, 2019
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Carina Press
Length: 384 Pages

Book one of NOLA Knights, the heart-stoppingly sexy spin-off series by Men of Haven author Rhenna Morgan

His world. His rules. Her love.

Though his methods may be rough, when it comes to protecting what’s his, Russian vor Sergei Petrovyh’s heart is always in the right place. That’s never been more true than when the gorgeous Evette Labadie asks him for a job. He knows enough to keep his hands off someone as beloved by the locals as Evie, but there’s something about her that calls to him—no matter how badly he burns to make her his.

Don’t think Evie hasn’t noticed the powerful Russian mafia boss who makes her favorite diner a regular stop. How can she not? He’s as hot as his reputation is dangerous. But everyone in her struggling New Orleans neighborhood knows he’s the man to turn to. And right now she needs money to get her son out of trouble.

Her other needs—needs she knows damn well Sergei can more than satisfy—will have to wait.

Evie soon finds herself playing Cinderella to a man who, despite what people believe, is definitely more prince than villain. She can’t help falling deeper in love with each passing day. But when a turf war between Sergei and a rival brings violence to her doorstep, Evie must come to grips with loving a man who will do anything to defend her…or walk away from her best chance at a happily-ever-after of her very own.

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Excerpt

Evette pinched the business-size check from her former employer a little tighter and glared at the cleaning company’s logo in the top corner. On any other Friday, the money would have meant inching closer to some semblance of security for her and her son, Emerson. A step toward unraveling the mess she’d created for her life. Today, the unexpected termination that had come with her weekly pay felt more like a sucker punch to the gut. Yet another obstacle to overcome after too many damned years running the gauntlet and never even glimpsing the finish line.

Maybe she could get a job cleaning at one of the hotels. God knew the French Quarter was packed with them, and she was pretty sure she could count on regular shift work, like the office cleaning crew she’d been on. Though, how she was going to land one by Monday when it was already close to 4:30 on a Friday afternoon was beyond her. And landing something quick was the only way this latest setback wouldn’t force her into dipping into Emerson’s school fund. Plus, there was the hurdle of what would happen if they called her old company for references and found out she’d been fired for a security breach.

Not. Good.

The commuter bus swung onto Tulane headed toward Mid-City, and Evie’s spirits sunk a little lower. If someone had told her when she was growing up that she’d be a single mom living in one of New Orleans’s rougher parts of town at twenty-eight years old, she’d have laughed in their face. She was going to be a fashion retail buyer—or at least have some kind of career in fashion. She was going to travel the world. See things. Know people. Adventure her way through life and suck it dry.

Then her mom had died, and she’d gone off the rails.

She sighed and slunk a little farther down onto the hard plastic bench, the run-down stores, bars and restaurants along the roadside passing in a blur while the vibrations from the bus’s engine rattled clear to her bones.

Get knocked down seven times, stand up eight.

If she had a dollar for all the times her momma had said it and all the times Evie had echoed it in the last eight years, she’d be driving a Porsche toward the Garden District right now instead of a barely livable apartment.

But her momma had made it.

Mostly.

Raised Evette through her tumultuous preteen years after her daddy’s death and made it look easy. It hadn’t been until a year after Emerson had been born and Evie had found the courage to read some of her mother’s journals that she’d realized just how much of a challenge her mother had really faced. How much she’d given up and how alone she’d felt through every second.

Evie understood it now. Knew to her very marrow the sacrifices that had been made on her behalf.

And she’d thrown it all away nursing her grief.

Resolve and a whole lot of stubbornness revved her energy and forced her taller in her seat. Pity was what had gotten her into this mess to begin with, and she’d be damned if she went that route again. Labadie women didn’t quit. Didn’t give up. They faced whatever they needed to face, and they smiled doing it. Eventually, she was going to find a way to give her and Emerson the world. She just might have to scrimp a little longer and get more creative to make it happen.

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Author Bio

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A native Oklahoman, Rhenna Morgan is a certified romance junkie. Whether it’s contemporary, paranormal, or fantasy you’re after, Rhenna’s stories pack romantic escape full of new, exciting worlds, and strong, intuitive men who fight to keep the women they want. For advance release news and exclusive content, sign up for her newsletter at http://RhennaMorgan.com. You’ll also find all of her social links there, along with her smoking hot inspiration boards.

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Blog Tour

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October 14th
Reads & Reels (Spotlight) http://readsandreels.com
Reviews and Promos by Nyx (Spotlight) https://nyxblogs.wordpress.com/
Vivianna MacKade (Guest Post) https://viviana-mackade.blog/
Didi Oviatt (Review) https://didioviatt.wordpress.com
Romance Book Binge (Review) https://romancebookbinge.com/

October 15th
I’m All About Books (Spotlight) https://imallaboutbooks.com/
Sophril Reads (Spotlight) https://sophrilreads.wordpress.com

October 16th
The Magic of Wor(l)ds (Spotlight) http://themagicofworlds.wordpress.com
Cup of Books (Review) https://cupofbooksblog.wordpress.com/
Jane Hunt Writer (Review) https://www.jolliffe01.com/blog

October 17th
Dash Fan Book Reviews (Review) https://dashfan81.blogspot.com/
The Bookish Mrs. Harding (Review) http://thebookishmrsharding.home.blog

October 18th
Misty’s Book Space (Review) http://mistysbookspace.wordpress.com
The Cozy Pages (Review) http://thecozypages.wordpress.com/

October 21st
B is for Book Review (Spotlight) https://bforbookreview.wordpress.com
I Love Books and Stuff (Spotlight) https://ilovebooksandstuffblog.wordpress.com
Literary Dust (Review) https://literarydust.wordpress.com/
The Faerie Review (Review) http://www.thefaeriereview.com

October 22nd
Nesie’s Place (Spotlight) https://nesiesplace.wordpress.com
Tranquil Dreams (Spotlight) https://klling.wordpress.com/
Inked and Blonde (Review) https://inkedandblonde.blogspot.com/

October 23rd
Wrong Side of Forty (Review) https://wrongsideoffortyuk.wordpress.com/
Tsarina Press (Review) https://www.tsarinapress.com

October 24th
Past Midnight (Review) http://pastmidnight.home.blog

October 25th
Jessica Belmont (Review) https://jessicabelmont.wordpress.com/
Book Dragon Girl (Review)https://bookdragongirl.com

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Wrap Up

October 2018 Wrap Up

Monthly Wrapup

Good Afternoon Everyone! It’s Halloween!

So where I am working now we get x amount of holidays and then we get to choose a holiday to take from a list.  Yep, I take Halloween.

So October seems to have just flown by in the blink of an eye.  Yes, that may be due to me running around like crazy. Really my daughter has to be somewhere after school every day. So that is when I read. If any of you follow me on Instagram you have seen how I spend the non-raining football games. My daughter is in the band so I only have to pay attention during halftime and pre-game.

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When I am not running around for that she is also in the orchestra.

String Rreading 2018

So I was looking at what I read in September and October and I could not figure out why my reading had gone down so much from July and August.  Well, I keep needing to remind myself that I am much busier now that school is in full swing. And I should be happy if I just read one book. So that is something that I am working on. Just being happy with what I can accomplish and not focusing on what I didn’t. I know this seems like a simple concept but I am truly my own worst enemy.

But you are not here to hear me ramble about all of that you are here to see what I read this month so here we go!

I finished 10 books this month and DNF’d 2.

Books Read

The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter by Theodora Goss
5 Stars
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The Price Guide to the Occult by Leslye Walton
4 Stars
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Brisingr by Christopher Paolini
4 Stars
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The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee
4 Stars
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Waistcoats & Weaponry by Gail Carriger
5 Stars
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Pride and Prejudice and Mistletoe by Melissa de la Cruz
2 Stars
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Girl at the Grave by Teri Bailey Black
4 Stars
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Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
5 Stars
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Monstress Vol. 1: Awakening
5 Stars
by Marjorie M. Liu and Sana Takeda
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Lethal White by Robert Galbraith
5 Stars
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Books DNF’d

Mem by Bethany C. Morrow
DNF
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Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn
DNF at 57%
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Well, that wraps up this month.

How was your reading this month?

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Blog Tour: Tied to Deceit by Neena H. Brar – Guest Post

Guest Post

My Writing Journey:

I’ve always loved books; the marvellous tales they tell; the colourful characters I gets to talk to; the magical places they take me. As a young child, I was as much drawn to reading stories as writing them. As a die-hard book addict, I had this particular affection for words; I loved the way they shaped a sentence, a paragraph, a story.

During my growing up and adult years, although, the writer inside me stayed dormant, the reader never quitted. I read extensively, hungrily, and like a maniac.

After my children started school full time, I knew I had to write a story once again. The idea was brewing in my mind for sometime, but it was my husband who encouraged me to start writing ‘Tied to Deceit’. He had read a few of my book reviews and urged me to write a book.

In the beginning, writing was an adventure. I had stories in my head…memories…things I had heard here and there. The words I started to etch on the paper, I realized were different from what I thought I would write. But that’s how they would come out. I couldn’t put them down any other way. And the beauty I saw in those words would keep me going:

“The young, thought Sharma, have this ability to suffer much in the time of grief, unlike the old who have seen enough sorrow and know it shall not stay forever. The young hardly know grief is like a thunderstorm. It comes whispering softly at first, a distant hum, a halo of vehemence in the sky, and then there is a sudden, violent, and copious outpouring; that drenches everything that comes in its way. It darkens the sky and turns every inch of green terrain dusky grey. But they don’t realize its ferocity will become less with the lapse of time, and the sun will shine bright and warm, and wash the land golden, and no one would be able to tell there had been a storm. They scarcely understand this essential unfolding of grief isn’t meant to last forever, and eventually, it shall come to pass.”

― Tied to Deceit

Once the story started taking shape, I had no choice but to write it down. There were hundred of chores I needed to take care of at the same time; we had moved to a new city, a new house. There were all these household chores and both the kids were still going to elementary school: they were so young. But I couldn’t stop writing. There was so much in my head waiting to be heard, to be put down on a paper. I simply didn’t have the luxury of ignoring the voices in my head, wishing them away. Every time I tried to ignore them, they just banged louder…harder. I must write them down. At a point, I actually cursed myself for ever starting the book. Reading was my first love. I was a person who carried a book wherever she went. But instead, a laptop had replaced those delicious books. I had to carry it everywhere so I could finish my manuscript. It killed me…my inability to read everyday. But as much as I detested this new perusal in my life I realized I just couldn’t stop writing. I learned I could fight it all I want, argue with myself, but in the end I had to write it because it begged to be written. There was no other choice.

Little by little I was getting there…that final step toward finishing the first draft. The excitement was building. There were days when I would write like a maniac, sitting on my computer all day long. And then there would be weeks of absolute zero activity. During those days I craved for books but wouldn’t dare to go to library. The guilt wouldn’t let me read in peace: there was this manuscript sitting on my laptop, waiting to be finished! How I hated those days!

Finally, the first draft was done.  I celebrated hard. But once I started editing, I learned completion of the first draft was just a baby step I had taken. The major work was still sitting there waiting to be done. But I was hopeful. After endless revisions, edits, cuts, and going through the hands of three editors, the final version was ready.

For me, writing was an adventure, a tiring adventure I’m tempted to say but an adventure, no doubt. The published version was the destination I always had in mind even before I started writing. But writing, in itself, cannot be a destination. When you write, you’ve to write for yourself and you alone. You can only hope that whatever you write will touch the chords of other people’s hearts. It will stir their souls. But don’t make it your only goal. First read what you’ve written and see if it stirs something in you. If it does, you’re a winner. Below are a couple quotes from my book that told me I was doing good:

“Time heals everything, that’s what everyone says. Wounds heal and leave only scars behind. But some wounds run too deep to heal, and pierce the deepest layers of one’s soul. They stay there unhealed and ready to ooze blood at the first sign of grief.”

―Tied to Deceit

“When she met Rudra, it was as if she had just awakened to the world and discovered its wonder. She knew a lot about dreams and a little about wickedness.”

―Tied to Deceit

Excerpt

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Dr. Rajinder Bhardwaj, the owner and the head physician at Lifeline Hospital, Sanover, had showered after his brisk morning walk and joined his wife for an early morning tea. Gayatri Bhardwaj sat with her second cup of ginger tea on her favourite old, worn, woven chair on the verandah which overlooked their front garden: a tapestry of blooming carnations, marigolds, roses, and chrysanthemums. She longed for a clear, bright day and the dazzling blue sky of summer.

It was her favourite spot to sit in the mornings; a place from where she could witness the brilliant dawn streaking half of the sky coral; raindrops soaking everything wet during the monsoon; specks of silvery snow falling from the sky during winter. She could take in everything from the serene mountain peaks and the forest to their house—its roof, windowpanes, and the pebbled driveway that snaked its way criss-cross toward the outside big iron gate. She would sit there until Dr. Bhardwaj joined her after his daily ritual of a brisk morning walk.

They had done this for years despite the changing seasons and the changing equation of their marital relationship. They had spent endless mornings of their initial married years there, when their hearts were still giddy with the feeling of young love, and they would talk about everything and nothing. She’d been a bride at barely twenty, young and naive. He’d been ten years her senior, already on the way to establishing himself as a successful physician, the younger son of a landlord aristocratic family with old wealth. He had swept her off her feet then, and was all charm and charisma but then the magic slowly diminished and finally died due to his secret betrayals over time. Thousands of little resentments had replaced the early warmth. But their hearts, although heavy with bitterness and anger at the failed expectations, had gotten used to the solace of each other’s company that often comes with years of living together, and they never stopped performing this morning ritual of their married life.

Blurb

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On a drizzly August morning, the inhabitants of the hill town of Sanover, Himachal Pradesh, wake up to the shocking news of the murder of the exquisite, secretive, malicious, and thoroughly immoral Devika Singh.

As Superintendent of Police Vishwanath Sharma begins to sift through the hidden secrets of Devika Singh’s life, it becomes evident that everyone who knew her seems to have a clear-cut motive for killing her.

Faced with the investigation of a crime that appears to have as many suspects as there are motives, Vishwanath Sharma probes the sinister web spun around a tangle of lies and deception.

Praise for Tied to Deceit:

“A remarkable whodunit that’s as sharp as it is concise.
Brar enhances her taut murder mystery with an engaging setting that effectively incorporates the local culture. The smart, believable denouement will have readers looking forward to Brar’s next endeavor.

-Kirkus Reviews

A literary mystery saga that includes far more depth and psychological and cultural insights than your typical murder mystery’s scenario.

-D. Donovan, Midwest Book Review

 

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Author Bio

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Neena H. Brar lives in Edmonton, Canada with her husband, two children, a highly energetic German Shepherd, and a lifetime collection of her favorite books.

A hermit at heart, she’s a permissive mother, a reluctant housekeeper, a superb cook, and a hard-core reader.

Tied to Deceit is her debut novel.

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