Wednesday, June 24, 2015

SEALS INC Blog Tour with Author, Mia Dymond


SEALS INC Blog Tour 

with Author, Mia Dymond




Introducing Mia Dymond, the author of the SEALS INC series!

I write contemporary romance novels with sexy, alpha males and females with attitude to boot. I live in a zoo,hold down a full time job, and am trying to coax my creative muse from her cage. So BEWARE, the madness may rub off on you!


Brains before Beauty, that's Rachel Newberry's motto, especially when her quiet, orderly life is interrupted by international rock star, Jaydon Hawke. And true to her word, brains take center stage when she discovers Hawke has a lot more on his mind than beautiful music. Targeted by a madman, Rachel puts her trust in Hawke, a move that may cost both their lives.


Handbags, stilettos, and spa dates -- not retired SEAL Max Sterling's usual m.o. Until Cameron Tremaine. Duty bound, Max tolerates her sass and smart mouth until she pushes too far.

Cameron doesn't need a bald, bossy bodyguard, thank you very much. Especially one oh, so delectable as Max. Except, when someone decides to silence her for good, Cameron realizes bold and brassy go hand in hand.

Former Navy SEAL and private investigator Brett Steele didn't realize there was a politically correct term for stripping until he met Holly London. Initially drawn to her long legs and curvy, toned body, Brett soon learns there is more to the "sensual dance" instructor than he thought.

Holly has a colorful secret: psychic ability allows her to read aura through color. Believing she is a freak of nature, Holly avoids personal relationships and ignores her curse, rendering it a nuisance. Until the atmosphere warns her she has become the target of a madman.

Faced with exposing her secret, Holly must risk trusting Brett in order to stay alive.

Claire Steele has spent her whole life dodging shadows. Psychic since birth, she uses her talent to chase the evil lurking in the recesses of her mind.

For years, Lt. Malcolm "Shadow" Windsor has walked the fragile boundary of friendship, silently waiting for Claire to acknowledge her love for him. An ex-Navy SEAL and expert tracker, he knows patience is the key to her surrender. Until sinister forces threaten to eliminate her.

Caught between love and death, Claire and Shadow must combine both talent and skill to survive.

Tess Michaels, bookkeeper and human calculator, keeps business at The Cathouse clearly profitable - until the numbers begin to fade. Matt Brooks, former Army Ranger and newest member of SEALS, Inc., agrees to investigate, immediately intrigued and aroused by her numerical ability. Yet when Tess becomes his prime suspect, he must do calculations of his own to prove her innocence.


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Thursday, June 4, 2015

Blind Influence Exclusive Excerpt **Blog Tour**




Blind Influence Exclusive Excerpt



Blind Influence
Successful, sexy attorney Nicole Charbonneau feels content with her life and career as a star at a powerful law firm in Washington, DC. She is blind, however, to the circumstances that will put her at the center of a web of deceit, murder, power plays and conspiracies. Across the ocean, British MI-6 Agent Sean Adkins is tracking a cold-blooded assassin known as the Serpent, who’s been hired to kill President Andrews. The Serpent cares only for the millions he’ll get, not why the powerful group of men wants Andrews killed.

The Serpent, a master of disguise, completes his job, but will it be his last? Sean will stop at nothing to get revenge, which includes setting a trap. Nicole, through her work and her connection with Robert Jenkins, a powerful young senator who happens to head the Intelligence Committee, pieces together who hired the assassin. Will the senator reveal to the public all he knows, or will revealing the identities of the powerful businessmen, politicians and government officials be too much for a country already in a fragile state?

Blind Influence, set in 1979 when the United States was on the brink of its second oil crisis, takes readers on a wild ride of political intrigue and personal discovery.




Blind Influence Excerpt
Paris, France
The alley was dark and littered with trash from the overflowing waste cans and with drunken, unconscious patrons of the saloon located at its end. The amber light, which seeped from the cracks in the door and boarded-up windows of the dilapidated building, provided enough light for passersby to avoid stepping on any undesirable objects. Noise from the saloon was muffled, but still audible, as it drifted down the alley to one of the many streets of Paris.

A man, whose face was still handsome though hiding the youth that had been beaten from him by the life he had chosen, prepared to tiptoe his way through the maze to the saloon door. His short dark hair blended with the misty night. The collar of his raincoat flipped up, its belt tightly securing the taut raincoat around his sinuous body to protect the clothes beneath it. He stood at the corner of the street and alley, surveying them both. Had he been followed? Who was waiting for him in that dark alley or in that raucous saloon? Did he have his gun loaded? He withdrew the firearm, a Beretta, checking it and his surroundings. It was now ready in case he needed it. He glanced up and down the main thoroughfare before sliding around the corner into the misty darkness of the alley, toward the amber light that betrayed the presence of some of the lowest life of Paris.

As he tiptoed to the door, he heard a screech. He didn’t bother to look. He had heard those types of screeches before. It was a rat, something he despised intensely and saw far too often. It was beyond this well-educated, well-dressed man why Jacques preferred to squander his life in such vile places. In this man’s estimation, Jacques was paid rather handsomely for his information.

Another screech caught the man’s attention and pulled him from his thoughts. He paused as he waited to hear additional steps on the wet pavement. There were none, only the snorts and swat of a man awakened by the vile, dirty creature trying to steal a breadcrumb from the drunk’s shirt. The man again started for the door of the saloon.

He reached the door and breathed a quick sigh of relief. Just before placing his hand on the doorknob to enter the raunchy establishment, he took in a very deep breath. He winced from the stench, which made him wish he hadn’t done that. He opened the door slowly, trying not to attract any attention with swift movements. He entered the room cautiously but calmly. He stood momentarily in a darkened corner at the entry of the room, surveying it and all the chaos. No one was the least bit interested in him. The room was lit with sconces and lamps, all draped with red and orange chiffon-like material. The man wasn’t sure what kind of effect the owner was going for, but he was quite sure he had walked into a badly reproduced opera.

The amber light danced with the smoke created by just about any type of smoking device he could think of, all being used by various patrons of the bar. In one corner of the room was a very badly abused grand piano, which was annoyingly out of tune. Most of the patrons were around this piano, while a sloppily dressed overweight woman sang as if she were an opera diva, complete with fan and headdress, screeching a very bad rendition of the Casta Diva aria, which sprang from her heavily red lipstick laden mouth. Like fingernails scratching down a chalkboard, the woman’s attempt at singing grated on the man’s nerves. As the shrill sound of a high note accosted the man’s ears, he turned his head to see a darker area, far from the offending racket of the opera impersonators who, he surmised, were pretending to be performing at Covent Garden.

As the man reached the darkened corner booth, he untied his coat and slid onto the stained and tattered velvet bench, his back to the wall, facing the door to the saloon. His form seemed to disappear in the darkness, his hands seen only as he called the bartender over to the booth. He thought of ordering gin when the bartender arrived but somehow felt whiskey was more appropriate. He found that thought strangely odd, but it didn’t matter anyway. He had no intention of drinking it.
Shortly after the bartender returned with his shot, a short Frenchman, complete with at least a three-day growth on his face and the body odor to match, slid into the bench across from the smartly dressed man. The Frenchman’s smile wrinkled the skin around his eyes and revealed missing teeth.

“Monsieur Adkins,” the Frenchman greeted the man, eyeing the shot of whiskey.

“Jacques.” Adkins adjusted the collar of his coat as he watched Jacques begin to salivate. Jacques’s eyes never strayed from the whiskey. “Consider it an advance,” Sean Adkins added in his proper English accent, a stark conflict to Jacques’s very common and broken English.

“Some advance!” Jacques retorted, grabbing the shot. “You no like whiskey anyway.” He threw his head back as he downed the shot.

Sean smiled. “What do you have for me?”

“I have some information on your blue-eyed friend, monsieur.” Jacques paused as the bartender arrived to take a drink order from Jacques “Bring two more whiskeys,” Jacques instructed the bartender. “Bring the bottle,” Sean corrected.

The bartender left to retrieve the bottle. “You are very good to me. That is why I work so hard for you, no?” Jacques said.

“You have been very helpful in the past. I’ve yet to hear what you have for me today.”

AUTHOR BIO


When Linda Riesenberg Fisler isn’t working on her next book she is painting in her studio or riding her Trek bicycle along the many bike trails of Ohio. The former Fortune 500 consumer products manager explores art through her worldwide Internet radio show, “Art Chats with Linda Fisler”. Linda has been creative since childhood, writing stories and scripts of movies and TV shows to entertain friends. She discovered oil painting in the 1990s and began trying to express words visually.

Writing Blind Influence helped Linda realize she had been blind to letting others run her life, so she began to transition to the more artistic life she has today. In addition to The Blind series of books, Linda has created a fantasy book based on her exploration of spirituality. She hopes readers will learn how to open their own eyes instead of blindly following the expectations of those around them.


Teaser:
Then it started. The siren was the first thing to warn him something was
wrong. The golden light turned dark. The bittersweet taste of adrenaline
began in his mouth, and he swallowed, trying to quell it. A red flashing
light accosted his eyes, and he could see himself running to his home—
their home. He ran into the house, unable to catch his breath. He tried to
wake himself from the nightmare. He didn’t want to live this again.

Game:
Who would you cast to play the Characters in Blind Influence?
If you are like me, when I read a book I end up casting an actor or actress in the part.  So let’s do this too.   
Who would you cast to play Nicole Charbonneau?
Who would you cast to play Sean Adkins?
Who would you cast to play Robert Jenkins?
Who would you cast to play the assassin—the Serpent?
Who would you cast to play Tony Shafer?
Who would you cast to play Carol Gartner?
Who would you cast to play Ahnah?
Who would you cast to play Jerome Bailey?
Who would you cast to play Kevin Thompson?
Who would you cast to play Norman Sipes?

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