End of the year Signed Giveaway! 4 signed books + 5 non signed books!

I love end of the year posts with lists of favorite books and all of that – so I will be doing one of those next week because I just can’t resist! But this post is not that. Earlier this year I was lucky enough to go to Chicago and go to an incredibly fun book event at a Library with a bunch of really amazing authors. I went specifically because Amy Jo Cousins, Julie James, and Sonali Dev were going to be there and those are three authors I adore. But I was really thrilled to get to see Lori Handeland, Kate Meader,  Julie Ann Walker and more. They had fun panels and overall it was a great day for me since there are not these kinds of things near me in Ohio. The best part about it was getting to talk to the authors one on one. All 3 authors I went to see were incredibly nice and willing to talk to me more than just for about 5 seconds which is how the previous signings I’d gone to had been.

These are the pictures from that day – from L to R – Amy Jo Cousins, Julie James, Sonali Dev. (And yes I’m wearing a shirt about dragons because I’m a big nerd!) Don’t they all just look ridiculously friendly?

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Anyway, I left there with signed books for me and signed books for the blog! Also I won a few books that I planned to give away on here as well. So here’s the list of what I have to give away:

Signed paperback of Suddenly One Summer by Julie James

Signed paperback of A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev

Signed paperback of Nothing Like Paris by Amy Jo Cousins

Signed paperback of Girl Next Door by Amy Jo Cousins

NOT SIGNED:

The Girls of Mischief Bay by Susan Mallery

Baby It’s Cold Outside – Christmas Anthology by Jennify Probst, Emma Chase, Kristen Proby, Melody Anne, & Kate Meader

Burn For Me by Ilona Andrews

Hell or High Water by Julie Ann Walker

A New Hope by Robyn Carr

 

So if you’re interested in winning these 9 books just comment either on this blog post or comment on the FB page posts by 12/29 at 5 PM Eastern. Giveaway is US only. Winner will be picked by random.org. Good luck!!

My Top 10 of 2014 + Giveaway!

Here is my Top 10 List for the year! All of these books below were released in 2014 and got 5 stars from me. If you’d like a chance to win any one of these books please leave a comment either here or on Facebook and let me know. I will pick one winner this Friday the 26th and gift the kindle version at that time.

10. Fool Me Twice by Meredith Duran

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This is just a really great romance book and my first by this author that I’ve read.  I had to read her backlist after this one since I loved it so much. The cover is gorgeous and pulled me in but I stayed and finished it due to the wonderful banter between the hero and heroine. The hero seems to be a rare breed – an alpha male who isn’t too overbearing. Both of the main character were intense as was their romance but the comedy balanced that nicely. I’d highly recommend this one!

 

9. Sun Kissed by Laura Florand

I have to include this book on my top 10 of the year. A) It’s dedicated to me (WOW!) because I had asked the author about these characters and that led her to tell their story. B) The main characters are older and have been friends for 20 years. It’s rare to see romances not in certain demographics and I love when a book isn’t super common. C) The friends-to-lovers trope is one of my favorites. D) Laura Florand writes such beautiful and emotionally intense books that they stay with me for quite a while. If you haven’t read any of hers before and you enjoy romance you NEED to check her books out!

8. Sweet Disorder by Rose Lerner

This unusual Regency romance came to my attention late in the year but I’m so glad it did.  It had a not often seen setting of politics in that time. The Whigs and Tories have an upcoming election and both sides are desperate for votes. So desperate they are trying to get the heroine to marry someone who will cast their votes for whichever side. An injured Veteran is chosen for the task on the Whig side and eventually romance blooms, but for the wrong people. I enjoyed the banter between the two main characters as well as the unexpected references and quotes from various books – I love book references within books. The hero and heroine are both kind of broken and to see them put each other back together was beautiful.

7. The Book of Life by Deborah Harkness

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I love, love, love the All Souls trilogy. I wasn’t disappointed in any of the books and this conclusion to the series was wonderful. The suspense of the previous books combined with the love among Matthew and Diana’s pieced together family made for a great book. I got the answers I was looking for and was left wanting more about the secondary characters.

 

6. Blonde Date by Sarina Bowen

I assume novellas must be difficult to write – to get enough of a story to make us care about the characters and still leave room for plot has to be hard. Sarina Bowen nailed it with this one. She has a knack for getting me to care about people I normally wouldn’t – the basketball player and the sorority girl being the case here. Witty yet emotional, this one definitely had everything I want from a novella.

5. Archangel’s Shadow by Nalini Singh

Finally the book with Ashwini and Janvier came out this year! I’ve been highly anticipating seeing their story be told and not surprisingly Nalini Singh delivered. More banter between the sarcastic heroine and the sensitive hero made me fall more in love with this couple even more so before. She is definitely one of my favorite authors so I couldn’t do the list without one of hers.

4. The Hook Up by Kristen Callihan

This one came out of nowhere for me. I got a recommendation from Vi to read it and like always she was right that I would love it. Soon after I saw may people raving about this sweet and sexy New Adult romance. This book had the right mix of sassy heroine and in lust-turned-to-love hero. The dialogue is sharp and hilarious and I loved Anna’s take no crap attitude. Light on the drama compared to many NA books which in my opinion was a good thing. Also has a nice HEA whereas that can be hard to find in this genre as well.

3. Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty

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I found this book to be hard to put down. Told in a different kind of way, with snippets of police interviews and knowing the outcome at the beginning, Big Little Lies was able to surprise me. I thought it was going to be a light heart murder mystery but it evolves into something more by the end. All of the characters seemed as if I had met them in real life at one point or another, including the many children in the book.

 

2. A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev

So I obviously see a pattern emerging here – I fell in love with multiple new to me authors and Sonali Dev was no exception. I loved this book’s integration of Indian traditions into the plot in a way that felt unobtrusive. It opened up a new area for me and made me more interested in learning about the culture and exploring Bollywood films and other books. It seemed to be authentic with the Indian touches and brought a very sweet and complicated romance with it. The chemistry builds between the two main characters slowly and develops beautifully and in a believable way.

1. The King by Tiffany Reisz

I love Tiffany Reisz’s books. They are not for everyone, with their very frank exploration of BDSM but I would recommend them to anyone who enjoys romances. This story tells the early years of Kingsley Edge, a character anyone familiar with the Original Sinners books knows well. But apparently not that well because this explores how King began his club and reveals even more of his relationship with Soren, not to mention new characters to us. I loved every bit of this one from the beginning to the end.

 

I hope you’ve all had a great reading year! Don’t forget to leave a comment with which of these books you’d like to win a kindle version either here or on Facebook.

~Melinda

Blog Tour Interview & Giveaway: A Bollywood Affair by Sonali Dev

Please welcome, Sonali Dev to the blog!

Blurb:
Mili Rathod hasn’t seen her husband in twenty years—not since she was promised to him at the age of four. Yet marriage has allowed Mili a freedom rarely given to girls in her village. Her grandmother has even allowed her to leave India and study in America for eight months, all to make her the perfect modern wife. Which is exactly what Mili longs to be—if her husband would just come and claim her.

Bollywood’s favorite director, Samir Rathod, has come to Michigan to secure a divorce for his older brother. Persuading a naïve village girl to sign the papers should be easy for someone with Samir’s tabloid-famous charm. But Mili is neither a fool nor a gold-digger. Open-hearted yet complex, she’s trying to reconcile her independence with cherished traditions. And before he can stop himself, Samir is immersed in Mili’s life—cooking her dal and rotis, escorting her to her roommate’s elaborate Indian wedding, and wondering where his loyalties and happiness lie.

Heartfelt, witty, and thoroughly engaging, Sonali Dev’s debut is both a vivid exploration of modern India and a deeply honest story of love, in all its diversity.
Advance Praise for A Bollywood Affair:

“Sonali Dev is a fresh new voice in romance. A child bride who’s all grown up, a sexy Bollywood director, and deeply-felt emotions that will keep readers turning the pages. A Bollywood Affair has it all.” –Susan Elizabeth Phillips, New York Times Bestseller

“Deeply romantic and emotional, with characters I fell in love with, A Bollywood Affair is simply unputdownable. It’s sexy, it’s dramatic, but most of all, it’s a sweet, hot love story that made me sigh and smile and want to read it all over again as soon as I turned the last page.” -Nalini Singh, New York Times Bestseller

A Bollywood Affair will be released on Oct. 28!
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About Sonali Dev:
Sonali Dev’s first literary work was a play about mistaken identities performed at her neighborhood Diwali extravaganza in Mumbai. She was eight years old. Despite this early success, Sonali spent the next few decades getting degrees in architecture and writing, migrating across the globe, and starting a family while writing for magazines and websites.
With the advent of her first gray hair her mad love for telling stories returned full force, and she now combines it with her insights into Indian culture to conjure up stories that make a mad tangle with her life as supermom, domestic goddess, and world traveler.
Sonali lives in the Chicago suburbs with her very patient and often amused husband and two teens who demand both patience and humor, and the world’s most perfect dog.

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Interview:
This is your debut novel. Tell us about your journey to getting “The Call.”
Gosh. It’s such a long story. But the short version is that I pitched my book to my editor in the middle of a publisher spotlight at a conference and ended up with a request. But I really wanted an agent so I continued to submit and be rejected by agent after agent, revising nonstop for two years. Finally when I had run out of agents to submit to and faith that anyone would take my book on I finally sent it off to my editor and got an offer within a week.
And when my editor emailed me to make the offer I refused to open the email because I had heard that you get The Call on the phone and if he had sent me an email that meant it was a rejection. So I waited for my husband to get home from work and made him open the email, sobbing the entire time because I really could not handle another rejection.

How did you celebrate?
I think I was too much in shock for a very long time after The Call to celebrate. I had wanted this so badly for so long that it was like being physically ill for days after it happened. How pathetic is that?

Tell us about Mili and Samir.
Mili is a girl from s tiny village in Northern India who was married when she was a child and then abandoned by her husband whose family moved away to the city. Essentially her life has been a contradiction between being tied in the bonds of marriage and having the freedom to do many of the things other girls in her village would never be allowed to do, like getting an education, because her grandmother is desperate to raise her to be the perfect city wife. And she’s just the kind of girl who uses every opportunity she gets in her restrictive life to get where she wants to go while still respecting the traditions she holds dear.
Samir is a Bollywood filmmaker with a bad boy public image he carefully cultivates while being fiercely devoted to his family in his private life. He’s had a rough start to life and owes all his present success to the sacrifices of his adoptive mother and half brother. This has left him with a giant case of the White Knight Complex and the inability to trust anyone outside of his family.

Families play an important part in this book. Do you come from a large family?
I have only one sibling. So, technically it’s not a large family but I do come from a huge, extremely close-knit extended family. To give you an idea of how things are in my family– a local book store is hosting a book launch for A Bollywood Affair and of course I mentioned this to my family and now there’s some 50 odd family members and friends who are like family travelling into town from all over the country for the event. It’s going to be a madhouse in the best possible sense.

Bollywood film references are mentioned throughout the book. What film(s) do you recommend to readers who have never seen one?
There are several Indian films made for international audiences like Monsoon Wedding, Bend It Like Beckham, Bride and Prejudice that I recommend for someone who has never watched one and is unfamiliar with Indian culture.
Then there are ‘full-on’ Bollywood Films like Dil Chahata Hai, Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, Dilwale Dulhaniya le Jayenge, Kal Ho Na Ho, Life in A Metro which are some of my favorite films. So those would be a good place to start too.

What scene was the hardest to write in the book? Why?
This was one of those rare books that flowed pretty easily. So all of the scenes came organically as I was telling the story and there really wasn’t a particular scene I struggled with. But I did several revisions of the scene in which Samir and Mili meet because it was so romantic in my head and it had the potential to be too over the top. I had to make sure that romanticism translated just right on the page and that all the drama didn’t come off as contrived.

Plotter or pantser?
Plottster. I usually know my characters and I know the arc of my story. I know who the characters are when they start out and who they are going to be at the end and I know the emotional highs and lows they have to suffer through to get there. But I can’t do scene outlines etc. They give me the shivers.

Release day is coming up! Again, many congrats!! What will you do that day?
Thank you! It’s going to be a day spent online in the blogoshere. I’m doing a few blog posts myself and I’m going to be visiting all the blogs who are hosting A Bollywood Affair and chatting with commenters. And maybe we’ll end it all with a nice dinner with the family. I will be saving the real celebrating for the weekend when my friends and extended family descend upon us.

Can you tell us what you are currently working on?
I’m working on the next few books in the Bollywood series. Which isn’t technically a series but more a set of stories in which one of the protagonists works in Bollywood.

Do you have book/author recommendations?
I am one of those fangirl readers. Once I get stuck on an author I cannot stop reading her. I’m currently doing that with Molly O’Keefe. Crazy Thing Called Love is one of my favorite books and now I’m loving her Boys of Bishop series. Also, I will read absolutely anything Nalini Singh, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Kristan Higgins, Lisa Kleypas and Sherry Thomas write.

One sentence to tantalize readers to get your book!
I love this line that Samir says to Mili when their relationship starts.
“Mili, we will always be friends. Whatever else we become, we will always be friends. Will you remember that?”

Excerpt:
Mili was in the middle of peeling the wrapper off her last remaining chocolate bar when she heard the knock. She took a quick bite and put the rest of it back in the empty fridge. Her stomach growled in protest. She hadn’t eaten anything all day. There were some noodles from Panda Kong in the fridge but she needed those for dinner.
Who could be knocking on her door? No one, and she meant no one, had ever knocked on that door in the four months that she had lived here. Except that one time those Jesus Christ people had stopped by and tried to give her a Bible. Another forceful knock. Too forceful. The Bible people had been too polite to knock this hard. Something about that knock made her defenses bristle.
It couldn’t possibly be Ridhi’s brother, could it? Ridhi had said they’d send him first.
Another knock.
Oh Lord. Oh Ganesha. Oh Krishna. What now? Ridhi was gone only about half an hour. If Mili let anything slip they would find Ridhi and Ravi before they got away. A complete tragedy-style ending to their love story. Mili could never let that happen. Never. Never.
She tiptoed to the door.
“Hello? Anybody there?” A deep, authoritative man’s voice shouted from the other side. A deep, authoritative Indian man’s voice. She looked through the fuzzy peephole. All she saw was a blurred outline of a large figure. Oh. Lord. She tiptoed backward and tripped over the shoes she’d left in the middle of the floor, and landed on her bum with a thud, knocking over the lone chair that stood in the middle of the room. Oh no, she had probably broken the one piece of living room furniture she owned.
“Hello?” the voice called again, sounding a little confused. He’d heard her. Oh Lord. She hurried to the balcony. No way was she going to be the reason for Ridhi taking on her monosyllabic-slash-near-suicidal avatar again. She leaned over the white spindle railing and saw her new bike on the bike rack just below her. It wasn’t much of a jump. Just about seven feet to the grassy mound below. She jumped.
She landed on her feet and then toppled headlong into her bike, which in turn crashed into the three other bikes next to it. Metal tore through her shirt and jabbed her shoulder. The crash made her ears ring. “Shh,” she hissed at the bike she was lying on and tried to straighten up.

Samir heard a loud crash. He ran to the open stairwell and leaned over the railing. Some sort of crazy creature with the wildest mass of jet-black curls was dusting herself off and trying to grab a fluorescent yellow bike from a jumbled heap. Was she stealing it? In her rush to pry it free she stumbled backward and her eyes met his. Something in the way she looked at him set alarm bells gonging in his head. His eyes swept from her panicked stance to the low-hanging balcony. Had she jumped? Damn it.
“Hey! Wait a minute. Are you Malvika?” he yelled at her.
Her eyes widened to huge saucers, as if he’d accused her of something truly heinous. Was she crazy? She had to be because before he knew what to do next she yanked the bike free, hopped on it, and took off as if he were some sort of gangster chasing her with a gun.
He ran down the stairs, taking almost the entire flight in one leap, and saw her desperately peddling away from him. The rickety piece of shit she was riding wobbled and teetered, looking even more unstable than she did. She turned around and gave him another terrified glance. What was wrong with the woman? Just as she was about to turn away again the bike’s handle jerked at the most awkward angle as if it had a mind of its own and she went hurtling into a tree at the end of the street.
“Holy shit!” He ran to her.
By the time he got to her she was lying on her back, her butt pushed up against the tree trunk, her legs flipped over her head like some sort of contortionist yoga guru and the bike intertwined with her folded body. Through the tangle of hair, limbs, and fluorescent metal he heard a sob and a squeak.
“Hello? Are you all right?” Leaning over, he lifted a long spiral lock off her face. It bounced against his palm, soft as silk.
One huge, almond-shaped eye focused on him.
“Teh thik to ho?” he repeated in Hindi. He had no idea why he’d spoken it or why he had used that rural dialect he now used only with his mother, but it just slipped out.
The tangled-up, upside-down mess of a girl, looking at him from behind her legs, literally brightened. There was just no other way to describe it. Her one exposed eye lit up like a firework in a midnight sky. He pushed more hair off her face, almost desperate to see the rest of that smile.
“You can speak Hindi,” she said, her surprisingly husky voice so filled with delight that sensation sparkled across his skin.
For one moment the almost physical force of her smile and the uninhibited joy in her voice stole his ability to speak.
She squinted those impossibly bright eyes at him. “Sorry, is that the only line you know?”
“What? No, of course not. I know lots of lines.” Wow, that must be the stupidest thing he’d ever said in his life.
She smiled again.
He gave his head a shake and forced his attention on her mangled situation instead of that smile. As carefully as he could he pulled the bike off her. “Can you move?”
She bit down on her lip and tried to push herself up. But instead of her body moving, her face contorted with pain and tears pooled in her eyes.
He dropped down to his knees next to her. “I’m sorry. Here, let me help you.” He ignored the absurd shiver of anticipation that kicked in his gut as he reached for her.

No man had ever touched Mili like that. Ridhi’s ridiculously handsome brother wrapped his arms around her and tried to ease her into a sitting position. Pain shot through her back, her legs, through parts of her body she wasn’t even aware she possessed, and all she could think about was the warm bulges of his arms pressing into her skin. So this was what a man’s touch felt like.
Yuck. She was an awful pervert. You’re a married woman, she reminded herself.
But then he gave her another tug and she forgot her own name. Pain buzzed like a million bees in her head. She tried to be brave but she couldn’t stifle the yelp that escaped her.
“Shh. It’s okay. Let me look at that.” He propped her up against his chest and reached out to inspect her ankle. His face faded and blurred and then came back into focus. His skin was almost European light and his hair was the darkest burnt gold. If he hadn’t spoken Hindi the way he had, she might have mistaken him for a local.
He touched her ankle and she was sure something exploded inside it. She sucked in a breath and her head lolled back onto his chest. A very bad English word she had heard only in films rumbled in his chest beneath her head, which suddenly weighed a ton. Her stomach lurched. She heard a pathetic whimper. It had to be her. He didn’t look like the whimpering type.
“Shh, sweetheart. Try to breathe. There, in, then out.” His breath collected in her ear. His voice had an almost magically soothing vibration to it. He slipped a cell phone out of his pocket. “Is there anyone I can call? We need to get you to a hospital.”
At least that’s what Mili thought he said, because her ears were making funny ringing sounds. She leaned back into his wall-like chest and tried to focus on his face, which started spinning along with the fading and the blurring. “Snow Health Center is around the corner. I can walk.”
“Right,” he said. “Or why don’t you ride your bike?”
She was about to smile, but he made an angry growling sound and scooped her up in his arms. How could a flesh-and-blood body be so hard? Like tightly packed sand, but with life. The buzzing in her ears was a din now and she had to fight to keep her eyes open. He jogged across the parking lot to a very shiny action-film-style car.
“I’m going to put you in the backseat, okay?”
She nodded. As long as he kept talking to her in that soothing voice of his, she didn’t care what else he did. “Your car is yellow,” she said. “Just like my bike.”
He grinned and laid her down on the backseat of the roofless car so slowly, so very gently, she felt like she was made of spun sugar. Her ankle hit the seat and she felt like a sledgehammer on an anvil. She dug her fingers into his arm to keep from screaming. He didn’t pull away. He just kept talking in that magical voice until finally he faded out. The last thing Mili remembered was asking him to put her bike in the rack. No, the last thing she remembered was his smile when she asked him to do it.

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