The 777 Challenge

777challengeI was tagged on Facebook by Jennifer Bolling-Johnson​ to do The 777 Challenge. The goal is to go to page seven of the manuscript you are currently working on, then scroll down the seventh line, and share seven sentences.

This challenge is kind of a big deal for me because the material I will share comes from saving Reese. I have purposely refrained from sharing anything from this WIP (Work In Progress), but I’ll make an exception for today.

A couple of things. As the the challenge suggests, this is a work in progress. It is unedited and unpolished work therefore it may change at any time, and is my intellectual property protected via Layman’s Copyright.

For those who are unfamiliar with the SAFELIGHT series, it is the story of three adults who experience life one slope at a time. In the case of saving Reese. it is Jackson Reese’s story, which is chronicled from age seven to thirty.

Without further ado, here is a sneak peek at the third installment of the SAFELIGHT series: saving Reese. COMING SOON.

I try to dismiss all of my thoughts. As I puke my guts away, I hear knocks on the door of my hotel room. I flush the toilet and splash cold water on my face. Grabbing the hand towel I wipe beads of water away, and then take a moment to look at my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look a day older from yesterday. I still have the same unruly blonde hair I had as a kid, and my eyes are still the same shade of blue. Not much change there, except I’m a bit taller than I was back then. All my life I’ve been counting down to this day. It’s my eighteenth birthday, and the biggest news of it all is I’m officially an adult. Fuck yeah! ©2015, Imy Santiago−ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I hope you enjoyed this first glance of saving Reese. If liked it, make sure to let me know in the comments below, and don’t forget to catch up with the SAFELIGHT series now available on all platforms.

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chasing Reese. a SAFELIGHT novel vol.1  January 5, 2015

finding Reese. a SAFELIGHT novel vol.2 May 26, 2015

saving Reese. a SAFELIGHT novel vol.3 2016


About chasing Reese.

Loss Brings Love…

Everything in life is not permanent but it was perfect. Catalina Pardo had a career in journalism most people could only dream of, a hot, sexy fiancé to call her own and a brilliant future ahead of her. When tragedy struck, the life she once knew fell apart. Four years later, traumatized by the events that ultimately changed her existence, Catalina sets herself on a punishing work schedule, preventing herself from facing the demons of her grief-stricken past. Emotionally shut down, she’s alive but not living because everyone she ever loved leaves her.

Fate intervenes in Catalina’s life in the form of a last minute assignment to a snowy mountain lodge in Whistler, B.C. Sent there to cover the life of the infamous Jackson Reese; an Olympic Snowboarding Champion, she is faced with many challenges bringing to surface the raw emotions of her past. Compelled to work alongside Stryder Martynus, an award winning photographer brought in to document the Reese press tour, tensions and denial run high forcing Catalina to accept the past and face the present with zero regrets.

*Adult Contemporary Sports Romance with Mature Content−Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen.*

Now Available.


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About finding Reese.

Hope Breeds Life…

Sometimes destiny and fate have a weird way of reminding us of our inescapable vulnerability, but more importantly our inexorable humanity. Life is fleeting, and what little time we have left in this world, we must make do with what we have, and cherish those whom we love by our side.

Fresh back from the Jackson Reese Press Tour, sports journalist Catalina Pardo rushes back to British Columbia after receiving unexpected and distressing news. With the help of award winning photographer Stryder Martynus, Catalina is determined to prevent the news of tragedy and heartbreak from governing her life again.

Together they will embark on a new journey of introspection to overcome the ghosts and raw emotions of their pasts−on a long and unpredictable road full of complicated circumstances−to find healing, hope and salvation.

The smallest of gifts−like a friendship bracelet−have the power to save your life, and unlike fairy tales, happy endings are seldom guaranteed…

*Adult Contemporary Sports Romance with Mature Content−Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen.*

Now Available.

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In the news…

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to take a moment and share with you all my interview with FUJI TV Japan in regards to my blog post about my inability to post reviews for products and books I legitimately purchased on Amazon.  

During my interview with FUJI TV

 
Thank you, FUJI TV, for the immense opportunity. 

On kindness and Release Party for S.H. Timmin’s “Buffed”

The day I released finding Reese. was an exciting day.

This book took a lot of blood, sweat and tears. I had hosted a handful of release day parties for several colleagues, but never one for myself. I figured I wasn’t “current, relevant, or well known” to have a party. I always see the big names in pretty lights doing their thing, and I had that idea in the back of my head that no one would attend. Some of my peers told me to shove my lack of self-confidence up by behind, and give this party thing a shot. So I did, and I couldn’t have done it with the help of some amazing people within the Indie Book World. For all intents and purposes, it was a success. There were so many people in that event actively participating. I remember wiping a tear (or two) from my cheeks.

You want to know what made me cry the hardest? Somewhere in Canada there was an Indie author laying on a hospital bed while doing a takeover during my event. I tried to dissuade this writer from participating because to me their health is of most importance, not my silly release party. But no, she was insistent, adamant about being there. For that hour I choked back tears and asked God to bless her. I’ve never met S.H. Timmins, but from that moment, she stole my heart, and has my undying respect.

Yesterday I was informed by a colleague Timmins was interested in having a party of her own for the upcoming release of Buffed, book two in The Destinations Series. I was thrilled and excited, and didn’t hesitate when asked to co-host. While I haven’t read Timmins work, I am her fan because of her selflessness to this community. I guess the point of this long-winded post is to invite you to the Release Party for Buffed on Facebook on September 1, 2015, starting at 12 P.M. EDT.

Catch up with the Destination Series by reading Bent (Destinations #1). You can also read the synopsis and add your TBR on Goodreads.

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I hope to see you there on September 1, 2015.

 

King’s Reign: Friendship and tension…

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“A true friendship is not bound by convenience. It’s not about how far this person will go to help me achieve my goals, or how this person is full of drama, but they are popular so they’ll stick around for the sake of what could be a potential benefit to them,” she says emphatically.

I stand in front of her, covered in sweat. I’m practically pacing to the point where I just want to haul ass out of here. Not because I’m afraid… I’m just a tad worked up. However, her impassive eyes keep me hooked. She’s obviously pissed off.

“Grab that chair and sit your ass right down. Now, Rayden!” Brooklyn commands, looking at me square in the eye. When I sit, she continues. “A true friend is the one who offers their shoulder to let you cry. They are the ones who hold the tissue to your nose and ask you to blow. True friends are those who sit you down –like I am now — and tell you things like it is. They don’t sugarcoat anything, and are the first to call you out on your shit.

“In this world there are fakers, and there are makers. The fakers are merely pretenders, they say they are your friend, they are “there” by your side, and they “support” you but only when it’s convenient to them. The makers are the ones who don’t boast titles. They aren’t the ones who claim to be your friend, why? It’s a given. They’ve been there for you in the worst time of your life, and have been there during the highlights. They don’t need your permission to help you. They don’t care about success, or failure. They care about you. Not what you can bring them, but you, heart and soul.

“I call them makers because they make you smile through tears. They make you evaluate things from a different perspective, and make you feel like the fight isn’t over, and that it’s time to get back into the ring. They’re the ones screaming in the corner motivating you be better. Do I make myself clear?”

Well shit. She just put me, and my goddamn theories to shame. I nod twice, but keep my trap shut. I mean, Brooklyn is right and all. All these goddamn sharks swimming around me aren’t my friends. I know that better than anyone. I’m just “The King” to them. The money-maker, the steppingstone between having zero dollars in their bank accounts to adding five or six zeros at the end of it.

Still sitting in my chair, I look at her closely. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath she takes. I have no clue what got her so worked up, but damn, she needs the kind of medicine that will shut her right the fuck up. Feeling rather anxious, I rub my hands against the satiny material of my training shorts. Up and down, down and up. I think for a moment the consequences of the actions I’m about to take. Do I really want to do this?

Rising from my chair, I walk towards her, and judging by the crazy look in her eyes I’m confident Brooklyn can see where this is going. For each step I take, she takes another back, until her ass hits the wall. She looks to her sides, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head as she thinks of ways to bolt from me.

“Brooklyn. I’m done playing games with you,” I mutter under my breath.

Her lips part slightly, her breath cooling the warmth of my lips. Her breathing is erratic; small, nervous whimpers escape her throat. Resting my palms against the wall, I lock her in. There’s only an inch separating us, and through my thin layers I can feel the heat of her body. Her neck looks so inviting, but so does her lips which are a nice shade of pink. My lips suddenly feel parched so I lick them, wishing it were hers I was wetting. To my wonder, Brooklyn’s blues watch me closely, following the movements of my tongue against my lips like her life depends on it.

The intimate feeling behind our stares is too much to take in, so I close my eyes; a meager effort to keep my impulses under control. I don’t know Brooklyn the way I should, but one thing I do know is that I want to be more than just her friend. I want to be the one to be there for her. I just don’t know how, and this urgent need has me all kinds of fucked up and twisted. Opening my eyes I scan her down, and notice through her little white tank top her nipples are hard. She likes me. Wait. No. She wants me.

I move my head, stopping at her left earlobe. Inhaling a long drawn breath, I take her scent in, loving the flowery smell of her skin. I think about what I’ll say to her. The build-up over the past few years has filled my patience bucket to its brim. I’ve done right by this woman, even though she doesn’t know it, and I won’t flake out on her like everyone else does.

Brooklyn,” I whisper into her ear. ©2015, Imy Santiago — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Kings’s Reign COMING SOON.

Sneak Peek: KING’S REIGN

Hey, Internet!

I’ve been writing multiple projects since finding Reese. released last May. Between saving Reese., We Met on a Train, and Sonnets of Pain, you’d think my brain would say, “Hey, get these done!” Right?

Nope. A week ago a new character showed up to the rave that is my brain, and started knocking elbows with Jackson and Evan. He made his presence known, his voice yielding so much creative energy. While I haven’t abandoned my outstanding writing projects, I think Brooklyn Abella and Rayden King have taken over the steering wheel.

It is with great excitement and pleasure that I share with you the first sneak peek of my upcoming novel King’s Reign. While I haven’t written a synopsis yet, I know it will be a new entry in my Adult Contemporary Sports Romance catalogue with a vague release date of “Coming Soon”. Please note the following material is unedited, there’s a layman’s copyright in place, and may be subject change as the project moves along.

Having said that, are you ready?

“Miss?” he asks again, his dark eyes locking with mine. I simply nod, and inwardly curse myself for my sudden inability to form a word — let alone an entire sentence — to let this man know I’m okay.

“We’re doctors. I need a first aid kit!” I hear Cody call to the bartender, who immediately retrieves a kit from one of the white cabinets behind the bar. The perfect stranger keeps applying pressure to my wound, and only lets go when Cody stands before me with gauze pads and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. I look at the alcohol bottle in his hand and grimace. When I was a kid, my mom used it to clean my scraped knees, and I always cried because it always hurt. Cody must sense my apprehension because he smiles down at me reassuringly.

“Sorry, babe, this is going to sting,” he says, before wiping the blood away with an alcohol swab. I hiss in a long breath, trying my damnedest to mitigate the pain. It feels like my shin is on fire.

The perfect stranger takes hold of one of my hands into his own, and squeezes it gently, all while looking into my eyes. Despite Cody’s ministrations, the burning sensation of the alcohol singeing my skin quickly evaporates. The man’s lips turn upwards, and for some odd reason I feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. The smile etched on his features is perfect, and from the corner of his plump lips, two deep — and rather adorable — dimples emerge. Hook, bait, and sinker.

I need to remind myself of two important things: one, it’s bad manners to gawk, and two, Brooklyn, close your damn mouth. I am fascinated by his presence, and it scares me a great deal to feel suddenly so interested in someone I never met before, especially following the events that led me to this very place.

It’s possible someone in my shoes would be jaded — heartbroken even — but the one thing my mom taught me well is that you attract what you want in life simply by your intentions and positive thinking. Perhaps I was wrong in assuming the world pities me; it may be I’m encouraging kindness with my own actions… Ever since I came to terms with the reality that my relationship with Jessie wasn’t going anywhere, all I’ve ever truly wanted was to be courageous and kind in hopes of finding that special someone who shares my values. I guess I want to love, and be loved in return.
©2015 Imy Santiago – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I hope you liked it, and I look forward to sharing more in the not so distant future. Thank you for your unwavering love and support, and don’t forget to make it rain. *winks*

-i

We made it to Round 3!

We made it to Round 3 of RAVE AND RANT ABOUT RAUNCH Book Blog’s The Year Thus Far 2015 Awards!

Voting for Round 3 has commenced. If you are so inclined, please vote for finding Reese. in the Sports category. I will be forever grateful.

Love you all madly,

-i

Mr. Wright Forever by Alannah Carbonneau Release Day Blitz

Release Day Blitz

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Title: Mr. Wright Forever
Series: Wild Card Series (#2)
Genre: Erotic Romance
Date of Publication: July 14, 2105
Cover Design: Alannah Carbonneau with Fotolia
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About Mr. Wright Forever

He was supposed to be the man I loved – forever.

He shot that fantasy to Hell. He broke my heart and shattered my soul.

I was moving on – or it looked that way to those on the outside looking in. I’d moved to Chicago and landed myself a killer job. I was making friends and then out of the blue he was there – and all over again I felt myself falling. This time, it wasn’t an easy fall. I fought it hard.

But one night with Kade Wright can never be one simple night. I should have known. I’ve been here before.

From the very beginning, Mr. Wright Now was always Mr. Wright Forever.

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Excerpt one of Mr. Wright Forever

“What are we doing, Kade?”

I loved hearing my name on her lips. There’s nothing better than the sweet sound of her voice saying my name. Even when it’s flowing from those lips in anger, I liked it. I just liked me – on her.

“We’re not fighting us anymore.” My reply was firm and her eyes widened in shock.

“We aren’t?”

I shook my head resolutely. “No, Nelena, we aren’t.”

“How do you figure?”

I could feel my blood heat in my veins as I took a step toward her, pushing her from the elevator and into my space by first infiltrating hers. I wanted to push my way into everything that is her and hers. I wanted to infiltrate every crevice of her heart, every inch of her body, until I was too entwined within her to ever lose her again.

She gasped a breathless sound and I tried not to let her see just how intimately her breathlessness affected me. It took me all of seconds to open the door of my condo before pushing her inside. I know she’s fighting a war inside – I know because I can see it through the honey brown of her eyes, and like a predator, I can sense the increased frequency that is the beating of her heart.

“Stop fighting this.” I whispered, pushing her back against the closed door of my condo, caging her within my arms on either side of her body. “You know it’s pointless. I know you feel for me what I feel for you. I know you’ve craved me every moment we’ve been apart.”

“No.” She shook her head adamantly. I’m really not sure if she’s trying to convince me, or herself.

I continued as though she never even spoke. “Your body craves mine. I know because even now, even though you’re fighting me with everything you have, your leaning into me. Your chest is pushing toward mine, acting against your every instinct to fight me.” Her breaths quickly turned short. “You’re breathing is quick and sharp. You respond to my voice on a primal level and you know this reaction isn’t something that should be fought. Fighting this – us – shouldn’t even be considered.”

@2015 Alannah Carbonneau – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Excerpt two of Mr. Wright Forever

“Do you want to know what you are to me, Nelena?”

Confusion settled in my mind before understanding pushed it away and I nodded, breathing. “Yes.”

“You are my everything. You are the air I breathe, the bright to my days and the warmth to my nights. You are the keeper of my heart and the healer of all my wounds. You are the face of my future and the promise of my happiness. You make me worthy.” Tears were pouring from my eyes, but I didn’t move to wipe them away. I didn’t want to stop him. “You’re the woman I love more than my own life. For you, there is nothing I wouldn’t sacrifice.” He lowered his lips to mine, kissing me softly. “You are my everything.”

“I love you.” I whispered against his lips.

“I am in love with you.” His words were a vow, a promise and a statement rolled into one beautiful package.

When he lowered his body to mine – filling me – I’ve never lived a moment where I felt so complete.

This joining with him was something I couldn’t explain. It was a force unlike anything I had ever known up to this moment. It was the very thing I existed for – the very reason for my beating heart. This love, with Kade, was magnetic. It was so blissfully perfect in all its imperfection.

@2015 Alannah Carbonneau – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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About Alannah Carbonneau

I live in Alberta, Canada, where the weather is forever changing (without warning). I am engaged to be married in August 2015 to my high school sweetheart and love of my life. There are no children in my life as of right now, but we do have a handful of rambunctious cats (four) and a testy, rescued Shepard/Husky, who take up a lot of my time.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve adored the written word. English was always my favorite class and that may be biased because I can’t count to save my life, so math was a horror! I remember the very first novel I ever read, Shocking Pink by Erica Spindler. It was the most interesting of the covers on my mom’s bookshelf (probably because it was pink) and I was way too young to be reading that novel. But I fell in love. From there, I read almost everything from V.C. Andrews.

My writing started out as poetry, which then evolved to songs, and later into novels. I was never one for the short stories as I found it too difficult to pack everything I imagined into something so small. I now have multiple novels published independently. I write both novels for young adults and novels for adults – all romance.

Despite my favorite younger reading material, I now adore writing and reading all things romance.

For more details, please visit my website.