Posted in Book Blast, contest, e-books, fiction, Giveaway, romance on February 2, 2013


Title: Edge of the Past (Edge, #2)

Author: Jennifer Comeaux

Release date: November 27, 2012

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age Group: New Adult

Event organized by: AToMR Tours

Buy Links:

Amazon * Barnes & Noble * Smashwords


Book Description:

Emily’s skating career and personal life have never been more golden. She and her partner Chris have won every competition they’ve entered this season, and she’s found the man of her dreams in her coach Sergei. But when one of the biggest competitions of the year takes Emily and Sergei to Russia, Sergei’s past explodes into the present and makes Emily doubt everything in their future.



I went inside the small room and pulled the curtain shut. The ivory satin dress hung on the wall. The first time I’d tried on the gown, we all ended up in a mess of tears – me, Mom, Aunt Debbie… even Aubrey, who was the least sentimental person I knew.

Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the dress and peeked around the curtain. “Mom, can you help me?”

She maneuvered around the dress’s long train as her fingers carefully made their way up the long row of delicate buttons. When she finished, Mom held my skirt and we moved out into the shop and in front of the huge mirror on the far wall.

My chest tightened as I stared at my reflection. Louann’s final alterations made the dress fit my petite curves perfectly. I ran my hand across the off-the-shoulder neckline and down the draped bodice to the A-line skirt, sliding my fingertips along the cool, silky material. I hadn’t wanted any frills on the dress, so the gown had a simple yet elegant look with only a touch of beading. It was everything I’d dreamed, just like I’d thought my life with Sergei would be. The tightness in my chest rose to my throat, creating a painful lump.

“It’s so beautiful,” Mom said. “I know I say that every time I see it, but it’s true.”

I nodded and attempted to speak, but no words came. Only tears. I tried to breathe them back with quick gasps, but I couldn’t stop them as they seeped from my eyes.

Mom brushed my hair away from my face. “Sweetie, those don’t look like happy tears.”


About the Author:

Jennifer Comeaux

Jennifer Comeaux earned a Master of Accounting from Tulane University and is a Certified Public Accountant in south Louisiana. While working in the corporate world, she sought a creative outlet and decided to put on paper a story that had played in her head for years. That story became Life on the Edge, her first published novel.

When not working or writing, she is an avid follower of the sport of figure skating, travelling to competitions around the country. Those experiences allow her to see a different side of the sport and serve as an inspiration for her writing. Jennifer is blessed with a wonderful family and friends who have encouraged her to pursue her dream of being a published author.


Author social media links:

Website * Twitter * Facebook * Goodreads



Life on the EdgeLife on the Edge (Book #1) description – Giveaway Title:

Nineteen-year-old Emily is new to pairs skating, but she and her partner Chris have a big dream–to be the first American team to win Olympic gold. Their young coach Sergei, who left Russia after a mysterious end to his skating career, believes they can break through and make history.

Emily and Chris are on track to be top contenders at the 2002 Winter Games. But when forbidden feelings spark between Emily and Sergei, broken trust and an unexpected enemy threaten to derail Emily’s dreams of gold.


Giveaway: (1) eBook copy of LIFE ON THE EDGE (Edge, #1). Books will be gifted from Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Open Internationally.  Winner will be chosen on February 15th



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Posted in Blog tour, Book Blast, contest, Giveaway on February 1, 2013


The Spy Lover by Kiana Davenport

Thrust into the savagery of the Civil War, a Chinese immigrant serving in the Union Army, a nurse doubling as a spy for the North, and a one-armed Confederate cavalryman find their lives inextricably entwined.

Fleeing drought and famine in China, Johnny Tom arrives in America with dreams of becoming a citizen. Having survived vigilantes hunting “yellow dogs” and slave auction- blocks, Johnny is kidnapped from his Mississippi village by Confederate soldiers, taken from his wife and daughter, and forced to fight for the South. Eventually defecting to the Union side, he is promised American citizenship in exchange for his loyal services. But first Johnny must survive the butchery of battles and the cruelties inflicted on non-white soldiers.

Desperate to find Johnny, his daughter, Era, is enlisted as a spy. She agrees to work as a nurse at Confederate camps while scouting for the North. Amidst the unspeakable carnage of wounded soldiers, she finds solace in Warren Petticomb, a cavalryman who lost an arm at Shiloh. As devastation mounts in both armies, Era must choose where her loyalties lie—with her beloved father in the North, or with the man who passionately sustains her in the South.

A novel of extraordinary scope that will stand as a defining work on the Chinese immigrant experience, The Spy Lover is a paean to the transcendence of love and the resilience of the human spirit.
Review from the Huffington Post

“…A great story told with such beautiful prose I am hoping The Spy Lover will be picked up by Ang Lee or Steven Spielberg. Kiana Davenport is a brilliant writer. [Based] on her ancestors from the American South and global East, The Spy Lover takes the incredibly difficult…topics of race, gender, slavery and war and artfully weaves them into a specific story. Davenport is genius at capturing complex times, and complications of the heart. It’s been a long time since I cried while reading a novel, and that happened several times while reading The Spy Lover…I couldn’t wait to finish the story, but grieved when it ended. That’s exactly how I felt when I finished reading Gone With The Wind so many years go. If you need a holiday escape…or want to spend time in a different world read… The Spy Lover!” – Ellen Snortland for The Huffington Post


Author Kiana Davenport

KIANA DAVENPORT is descended from a full-blooded Native Hawaiian mother, and a Caucasian father from Talladega, Alabama. Her father, Braxton Bragg Davenport, was a sailor in the U.S. Navy, stationed at Pearl Harbor, when he fell in love with her mother, Emma Kealoha Awaawa Kanoho Houghtailing. On her mother’s side, Kiana traces her ancestry back to the first Polynesian settlers to the Hawaiian Islands who arrived almost two thousand years ago from Tahiti and the Tuamotu’s. On her father’s side, she traces her ancestry to John Davenport, the puritan clergyman who co-founded the American colony of New Haven, Connecticut in 1638.

Kiana is the author of the internationally best-selling novels, SHARK DIALOGUES, SONG OF THE EXILE, HOUSE OF MANY GODS, and a new novel, THE SPY LOVER, now available in paperback and on Kindle. She is also the author of the collections, HOUSE OF SKIN PRIZE-WINNING STORIES, CANNIBAL NIGHTS, PACIFIC STORIES Volume II, and OPIUM DREAMS, PACIFIC STORIES, VOLUME III. All three collections have been Kindle bestsellers. She has also been a guest blogger on Huffington Post.

A graduate of the University of Hawaii, Kiana has been a Bunting Fellow at Harvard University, a Visiting Writer at Wesleyan University, and a recipient of a National Endowment for the Arts grant. Her short stories have won numerous O. Henry Awards, Pushcart Prizes, and the Best American Short Story Award, 2000. Her novels and short stories have been translated into twenty-one languages. She lives in Hawaii and New York City.

Praise for Kiana Davenport

“An epic feminine saga!  Davenport’s prose is sharp and shining as a sword.”

-Isabel Allende on Shark Dialogues

“Deeply Moving.  You can’t read Kiana Davenport without being transformed.”

-Alice Walker on Song of the Exile

“A powerful and moving experience.”

-The Washington Post on House of Many Gods


By Kiana Davenport

Kiana Davenport’s latest novel is a powerful epic about the American Civil War, which extends this beloved writer’s vision to an entirely new level. Based on her family history, it is at once an historical novel, a haunting love story, and a brilliant expose on the treatment of minorities during the Civil War.  Meticulously researched, it is finally a story of human sacrifice and personal redemption.  A magnificent novel that crosses all genres, THE SPY LOVER is a work of astonishing beauty that promises to become a classic.

Johnny Tom, a Chinese immigrant, and his beautiful Creek Indian wife, and daughter, Era, live in Shisan, a Chinese settlement along the Mississippi River. Their life is simple and idyllic, until Confederate soldiers invade the town, kidnap the men and force them into service, fighting for the South and slavery. At the first opportunity, many Chinese soldiers defect to the Union Army. In revenge, the Confederates return to Shisan to rape and torture their wives and daughters. Defiled and half-mad, Era sets out to find her father and is plunged into the full savagery and horror of the War.  Lured by Union officials to pose as a nurse while spying on the Confederate army, she falls in love with a wounded Confederate cavalryman, and her loyalties become divided between her beloved father in the North, and the gallant soldier who sustains her in the South.

THE SPY LOVER is ostensibly a novel about the abiding love between a man and a woman, between a father and daughter, and the love of a man for his country. Ultimately, it is a meditation on the ethical choice, on honoring one’s moral obligation.

“I never planned to write an historical novel, or a love story, or a spy thriller, or a story about how brave Chinese soldiers were used as throw-aways in the Civil War. I simply set out to tell the story of my ancestors, who fought on opposing sides of that War.”

– Kiana Davenport

Points of Interest

•U.S. Civil War Research – Kiana’s research for THE SPY LOVER was exhaustive.  For five years she studied correspondences and documents and traveled to the battlefields of the Civil War, discovering facts that she hoped would fascinate her readers.  She learned about Southern women collecting urine from which to distill niter for making gunpowder. And she learned how women planted and harvested poppies, then scored and gathered from poppy-pods the sap known as opium.  She read books on spy-codes used in the War, what spies were paid, and how they were executed when caught by the enemy.  She lived and breathed the Civil War, letting it engulf her as she wrote her novel.

•Kiana’s Heritage – Kiana’s ancestor, Warren Rowan Davenport, was a cavalryman who rode for the Confederacy in the Civil War with a famous unit known as the Prattville Dragoons, of Prattville, Alabama. Her research on Warren Davenport entailed reading over forty books on the War, then basing her fictional character, Warren Petticomb, on her Southern ancestor. Johnny Tom is based on another of Kiana’s ancestors, John Tommy Kam, who emigrated from Canton, China, to Hawaii and finally to the East coast of the U.S. While Kiana had access to tattered correspondences and documents from Warren Davenport, she had little but word-of-mouth stories from her Chinese uncle about his ancestor, John Tommy Kam. Eventually, she uncovered articles about Chinese soldiers who had fought valiantly in the Civil War, including two articles about John Tommy Kam.  Finally, she discovered his war records, and the grounds at Gettysburg where he is buried with his comrades, the Excelsior Brigade of New York State.

•Multicultural Themes – THE SPY LOVER is the story of Chinese soldiers who fought valiantly for a country that, afterwards, refused them American citizenship. It also unveils the gross mistreatment of Native Americans, African Americans, “mix-bloods” and other minorities who served honorably in the American Civil War. Importantly, it is also the tragic story of Native American women – mothers and daughters – kidnapped and raped by slave-owners who used them as breeders of a more “superior” kind of slave.

“Torrid, yet intelligent…her writing compares with Toni Morrison.”

—Glamour on Shark Dialogues

“The strengths of this novel are many.  Davenport is a superb storyteller!”

—The Seattle Times on Song of the Exile

“Davenport mines the depths of emotion…Readers who enjoy a Doctor Shivago-like saga will appreciate the broad scope of this novel”

-Library Journal on House of Many Gods

“Complex, resonant … handles the sweep of history and the nuance of the personal equally well.”

— San Francisco Chronicle on Shark Dialogues

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Posted in Blog tour, suspense on February 1, 2013

seconddaughter blog tour


You try turning out all right after you overhear your mother wishing you hadn’t been born.

It had started out well. Umbrellas tangled. A storybook romance followed. A wonderful wedding. A beautiful, sweet first daughter. They were complete, a family, happy.

And then they went and had another daughter.

Her charming and witty father Theodore starts disappearing, then worse, starts coming back. Her once allegedly sweet older sister Regina angrily resents her, and the sisters are at constant war. Her mother Helen is so busy what-iffing about the life she might have had that she overlooks the life she is actually having. Everyone blames Debra for pretty much everything as the family slowly, then quickly, then one day explosively disintegrates. Along the way there are secrets and lies, heartbreaks and betrayals, plus the dramatic unexpected death of a central character at a pivotal moment. The now young woman finds herself living awkwardly alone with her embittered mother when the phone rings—and her mother’s secret past suddenly crashes back into the present.

Their life may be about to change forever; or rather, perhaps, revert back to what it should have been all along.

But not exactly because of that phone call, as it turns out.

Because of the remarkable second daughter. For what Debra Gale has is unyielding determination. What she has is an irrepressible capacity to love.

And now at last what she has is a chance.

The complex dynamics of a changing family. Mother, daughters, sisters, and the father who both divides and unifies them. That dramatic unexpected death, plus more than the ordinary amount of banana cream pie. Welcome to The Second Daughter: a funny but poignant, unusual but beautiful love story.



Almost everything was gray. The warm rain dropping from overcast skies, the dirty wet

pavement, the faded sidewalks; the apartment buildings in their long depressing dark rows. It was an old city street scene from black-and-white television, complete with the rounded windshield- wiping vehicles streaming by, the businessmen in their dull hats and raincoats pushing through the lunch-hour crowd, and the un- mistakable sense that everything everywhere was about to change.


And there, at the corner of Seventeenth and Waterhouse, at one of the payphones, was a delicate woman in a shiny pink rain jacket with matching pink boots and umbrella. She was cradling the phone against her slender neck while holding a cigarette in her left hand and her little pink umbrella in her right. She was laughing, displaying a nearly perfect smile as she did so between short breaks for sharp puffs.

The payphone next to hers was empty.

Her back turned, she was telling her friend Jacqueline some- thing she had just learned about their old geezer of a gynecologist way back in high school, Dr. Monroe. Suddenly something caught violently on her umbrella and knocked it from her hand.


The enormous teddy bear of a man who’d uttered this strange sound was standing in the rain at the payphone next to hers and laughing loudly, his oversized black umbrella tangled with her little pink one in the large puddle between them.

“Mister!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry, sorry!” he said, still laughing. He bent over, picked up her umbrella. “I suppose this is yours?”

There was a long rip across it. “That was a gift from my mother,” she said.

1am very pleased to meet you.”

“Well, she has great taste,” the man said quickly. He then got a good look at her face. “Whoa! And apparently some pretty good DNA.”

“May I have my umbrella back, please?” “Of course, of course.” They looked at each other in the rain. “Hey,” he said, gazing at her. “No fair taking my breath away.” “No fair attacking from behind, I would say.”

He smiled. “Right-o. Sorry about that. Hey, listen,” he pointed at the rip in her umbrella, “you’re getting wet.”

“You have a keen eye for the obvious, Mister.”

“One of my many strengths!” He winked as he raised his um- brella over both their heads. “Please, let me make it up to you. Let me take you to coffee. Right now and not a minute later. I know a terrific place around the corner. They import their beans.”

“I’m sorry?” She looked at him. He was actually quite good- looking beneath that unruly hair and that thick dark beard; and his intelligent blue eyes, behind those thick-rimmed glasses, were warm and inviting. He was a little large for her taste perhaps, but large in a gentle way, an almost cuddly way. She sort of wanted to press his belly.

“Seriously, it’s the latest thing. They come from Central or South America somewhere, they make a fine beverage—none of the local dishwater brew, if you know what I mean. And the owner is a friend of mine. My treat, of course. How about it?”

How about it, indeed, she thought. Picking up random men on the street was not exactly her style; but then again her life lately had seemed awfully quiet, and here was some noise suddenly blowing into it.

“I prefer tea,” she said softly. “They import their tea leaves too!” “Also I have to go back to work.” “Ah, work—I’ve heard of that!” he laughed. “So let me take

you to dinner tonight instead. I know another place, really nice. How about it …” he peered at her through his thick glasses, “whatever your name is, pretty lady in pink?”

There was a brief pause. “Helen,” she said quietly, extending her hand. “Theodore.” He took her hand firmly yet shook it delicately. “I am very pleased to meet you.”

They arranged to meet for an early supper at Cozzen’s Café, a trendy new spot that had just that weekend received a rave review in The Citizen Inquirer. When Helen suddenly remembered she was still holding the phone with Jacqueline on the line Theodore bowed his head, winked at her, and took his leave, withdrawing himself and his massive umbrella—without, Helen only realized much later, making the phone call he was presumably intending to make at the adjacent payphone.

Jacqueline, who had heard the whole thing, was beside herself with excitement.

“What did he look like?” she demanded. “I don’t know,” Helen said. “You don’t know?” “Hm. Think ‘bear.’ With glasses.”

“That doesn’t sound very attractive.” “And yet he is.” “Oh,” Jacqueline said. “And how old is he?” “I also don’t know. Our age? Maybe younger. Or older.” “That’s very illuminating.” “I suppose,” Helen said, “we are done talking about Dr. Mon-

roe?” “Helen,” Jacqueline said, “call me as soon as you get back from

the date tonight. And please tell me things that would make Dr. Monroe turn over in his grave.”

J Jeffrey Coffee Girl SketchFinal

Author Bio:

J. Jeffrey stands about six foot three and likes poetry. He has been known to climb the occasional mountain and tame the occasional lion. He sings opera as an amateur but is trained as a masseur, and he is extremely partial to his wife’s green tea perfume. He drinks too much coffee, and gets lost a lot. Two words: Florence, Italy. Pastry for breakfast, over the crossword puzzle, preferably after noon. Soup for lunch, preferably late afternoon, over another puzzle (the first having been solved). His favorite drink (after coffee) is red wine. He knows a word or two but will not play scrabble. Regrettably, he believes he might be happy if only you would think him as funny as he thinks he is. But most importantly, he is not to be trusted. He writes biographies full of lies, or are they novels full of truths? Such a fine line.

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