Mr. Wright Forever by Alannah Carbonneau 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.

 

 

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The unsilent majority

Much has been said since I wrote my blog post regarding my experience with Amazon. 

It has made news headlines, and has sparked a lot of attention; both good and bad. What started out as a call to action became something entirely different. 

It fostered a healthy discussion on how our social interactions might be monitored by third parties without our express consent. It allowed hundreds of people to come forth and say they are, or have experienced what I’ve recently went through. It even inspired another author to write a petition on change.org which has now been signed by ten thousand people! 

On the same token, my post has sparked a rather unkind debate. Folks have questioned everything: from my integrity, honesty, relevancy, and have even gone as far as using social media, and blog platforms to say unkind things about me, and my work ethic. 

The story didn’t go viral just because… and thousands of people share my same concerns. I don’t expect the world to agree with me, and I am most certainly not “dragging people into my woes with Amazon.” You have the choice to come up with your own conclusions, and you are free to have your opinion on the matter; but there are ways to express your thoughts in a respectful manner. 

I knew I would be met with opposition, but never did I envision the countless beatdowns and verbal harassment by people within our community, like those I’ve experienced during the past week. It has gotten ugly, and it proves what the biggest authors have been saying all along. Our keyboards have turned into pitchforks, and our words are being used to destroy rather than to build.

Criticism is natural when addressing controversy, but there are these things called ethics and decorum that we must all adhere to. You may not like what I expressed in my blog post, and you are entitled to your opinion, but don’t be mean about it. Be a professional. Not a bully. 

Use your words to do good, not to destroy. Some think I’ve become a “headache” within the community, and that’s okay. But don’t be unkind to me because you feel entitled to do so. I have feelings too. I have beliefs. 

You may dislike my stance, and that’s okay, but don’t take out your frustrations on my work, or my integrity I’ve worked so hard to build.  

Have courage and be kind. Is that too much to ask? Until we do, more nastiness will emerge, and more mud will be thrown, and what will that accomplish? Nothing. 

We choose how me make positive changes in this world, and our behavior and how we react to things is entirely on us. Maybe I’m wired differently, or maybe I’m too inexperienced or naïve. But I stand firmly behind my beliefs, and I’ll never find it excusable to attack someone who thinks differently than me. 

Whether or not you agree with my point of view is irrelevant. What IS relevant is respect, and from my firsthand experience these past seven days, that is a concept lost on many.

Maybe I view the world differently, maybe I believe inside each person there is kindness and compassion, tolerance where there is no agreement, and understanding when your viewpoints conflict with those of others. 

Maybe that’s just me. I see the good in the world and its potential, but at the end of the day therein lies the crux of our humanity: conformity.   

nine years ago…

I was driving home from work after an extended shift at Universal. It was near ten o’clock when I finally answered that number on my cell I didn’t recognize after the twelfth attempt. I remember exactly when and where I was when I got the call. 

It was so strange to hear a stranger flat out tell me my mother had died. I didn’t understand. I had spoken to her five days prior. She was fine! Apart from a recent stroke and issues with her blood pressure, she was okay. I thought it was a joke. I remember pulling into a gas station, scrambling to find a pen inside my old beat up ’98 Ford Ranger. When I finally did, it exploded in my hand as soon as I removed the cap. I guess the 101F degree weather in Orlando, Florida melted the ink capsule. 

I’m crying hysterically as I try to explain to the person on the other line that I needed a minute to find another pen. They were in a hurry for me to collect my mother’s body, as the morgue was full at the hospital, it was summer, and they needed her out of there immediately. 

A man at the station saw me, grabbed the phone, and spoke to them. He wrote the number down for me, and hung up. I remember him clearly. He was in his fifties, just as old as my mother, and he was at the gas station with his son. He wrapped me in his arms, cried with me, and bought baby wipes at the station to clean the ink from my hands and face. 

He rocked me, and continuously said, “I’m sorry, kid. I’m sorry.” The man’s son held my hand, and to this day, I haven’t forgotten how hard he was squeezing it, bringing it up to his cheek, and rubbing his stubble against it. It was comforting. 

I never learned their names. They never knew mine, but they took the time to console me during one of the most terrible moments of my life.

2006 was the worst year of my life.

Every year I remember my mother on this particular day. I miss her deeply. I wish I could see her again, but I also know she is where she needs to be, and she’s no longer in pain. She’s up there with my brother now (he joined her exactly three months after she passed). 

So, Mom, I hope you’re happy, proud of me, and everything in between. Your departure made me a stronger person, I just didn’t realize it at the time. I miss you, and I pray you are watching over us every second of the day. Especially Izzy, who has your beautiful smile, hands, and silky hair, but more importantly, she has your spirit. 

Love,

-Pachu (that was my mom’s pet name for me)

This is my Mom and me on the day I was born.

 Rosa Isabel C. R. (1956-2006)

An open (tipsy) letter to Amazon

This doesn’t seem to be an isolated case. Thank you for sharing, Lori.

Dear Amazon,

I am a self-published author. I’m sure you’ve never heard of me, but I’ve been publishing through your site for a little over three years now. Overall, I love Amazon.com as a consumer. You’re my go-to site for any online purchase, and I appreciate the great deals and service you provide.

This isn’t about me, the consumer.

This is about me, the author.

I’m a nobody… at least I started out that way. In March of 2011, I decided to self-publish my first novel. I’d wanted to go the traditional route, but I couldn’t find an agent to take a chance on my atypical romance with (apparently) far too many words. So after getting my friends and family to edit (for months) and going through many storyline variations, Emi Lost & Found was born. I was proud… but I was a nobody.

At the time, I was very…

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Amazon… A virtual marketplace, or Big Brother?

A couple of weeks ago I read the third installment of a series I really loved. I will refrain from sharing the name of the novel and its author.

Like any reader, as soon as I finished reading, I wrote my review. When I tried posting it on Amazon (I did buy the eBook, just like any normal and decent human being would), I received a rather concerning email.

I will not share the screenshot of the email as it does contain the title of the book and name of the author. In its place I have copied the body of the email below.

Dear Amazon Customer,

Thanks for submitting a customer review on Amazon. Your review could not be posted to the website in its current form. While we appreciate your time and comments, reviews must adhere to the following guidelines:
http://www.amazon.com/review-guidelines

Here I was, thinking I had included an expletive, or mentioned a brand name within the review. I went back and cross-referenced it against the review I posted on Amazon’s sister site Goodreads, and didn’t see anything wrong with it. I tried to upload it again. Immediately, I received the below message.

Sorry. You’re not eligible to review this product. For more information, read the Customer Review Guidelines.

I thought for a minute, and figured maybe there was an issue with their website… So I tried to input a review for another book by another author, and received the same system message I shared above.

I wrote an inquiry to Amazon regarding the issue. To my surprise, this is the message I received the following day.

Hello,

We cannot post your Customer Review for (book title deleted) by (author name deleted) to the Amazon website because your account activity indicates that you know the author. 

Customer Reviews are meant to give customers unbiased product feedback from fellow shoppers. Because our goal is to provide Customer Reviews that help customers make informed purchase decisions, any reviews that could be viewed as advertising, promotional, or misleading will not be posted. To learn more about this policy, please review our Customer Review Guidelines (http://amazon.com/help/customer-reviews-guidelines) and FAQs (http://www.amazon.com/gp/help/customer/display.html/?nodeId=201077870).  

We encourage family and friends to share their enthusiasm for the book through our Customer Discussions feature or Editorial Reviews feature. To start a Customer Discussion visit the Meet Our Authors forum and enter your discussion title in the Start a new discussion box. You’ll find the forum here: 
http://www.amazon.com/forum/meet%20our%20authors/&cdForum=Fx2UYC1FC06SU8S

To have your Editorial Review posted to the detail page, e-mail it directly to the author so they can add it for you. 

If you believe you’re eligible to write a Customer Review for this book, send additional details to review-appeals@amazon.com. 

We hope to see you again soon.

Best regards,

Harm J,

At this point I am dumbstruck. “I know the author.” That is quite an erroneous and quite presumptous assessment, so I went through the painstaking process of escalating the issue to their Review Appeals Department. At this point, I’m pretty upset.

Greetings,

I am appalled with your recent email message stating a review I wrote could not be posted because my “online activity suggests I know the author.” (Online purchase: X by X eBook.)

This response is ludicrous. I am a writer and published author. I understand the Indie Community is a small one, and among our circles, rubbing elbows with peers is not an uncommon occurrence. I am also a blogger and reviewer who also buys books. When I’m not writing, I am reading and reviewing. My reviews are one hundred percent unbiased, regardless if I have rubbed elbows with peers online. I would like to know who is providing you the information that suggests I may know the author.

That’s a two-edged sword; knowing of an author online, and personally knowing an author in real life are two different things. By your definition it would mean that bloggers such as myself are being barred from reviewing books they legitimately purchased, which in turn contravenes with the notion that reviews for a verified purchase are highly encouraged.

I am left speechless as I don’t know any authors on a level you are suggesting. I merely follow authors on Social Media: Twitter, Facebook, Google+, tsu, and on your partner site Goodreads. I interact with these authors during takeover events. I am an avid reader and I buy my books like anyone else does.

Your claims are unfounded, and as a paying consumer, I demand my review be posted. It is unfair to the authors whose work I love, to be punished for a claim that simply cannot stand. I don’t know any authors on a personal level.

Expecting your prompt response,

Ms. Santiago

(Amazon user: x@x.com)

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I was hoping for a better outcome. It took them a week to answer back. To my dismay, this below screenshot is the response I received today.

Amazon has crossed the line. 

I pay for my eBooks. I take the time to read and review books I love. The Big Brother mentality Amazon is employing is appalling, and crosses an ethical line of unfathomable proportions. They are not God, and are censoring my passion for the written word. Because of them, I will not be allowed to write and post any further reviews on their site, regardless if I paid, or not. It is a disservice to readers, and a back-handed slap in the face of all authors across the board.

What quantifiable and verifiable ways is Amazon using to determine if I know the author of a book, or not? The fact that they refuse to elaborate as to how I “know the author personally” is highly concerning. 

This is what happens when you are a published writer, and write reviews for the books you paid for.

This is wrong, and it has to stop.

It  is censorship at its finest. I have interacted with a couple hundred authors over the past year; from events to signings, authors and writers rub elbows during networking sessions. This does NOT mean I know you personally. Knowing someone personally is bearing knowledge about them, from say… their favorite color to their social status.

Amazon, you have spat in the face of those authors and writers whose work deserve praise and recognition. I am shocked and appalled. At this time, I will discontinue writing peer reviews. I will complete my list of pending reviews, and will cease from posting them on Amazon.

I’m truly sorry, but my wings have been clipped.

Don’t hate me for it.

Blame Amazon for their questionable business practices.

Feel free to post your comments below. I’m eager to read your thoughts.

-i

Please share this blog post if you think this business practice is unfair.

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Here is my interview with Imy Santiago

Thank you for this lovely interview, Authors Interviews. I am humbled and honored.

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Name: Imy Santiago

Age: Thirty four years of age

Where are you from: Long Island, New York

A little about yourself `i.e. your education Family life etc: 

I have a Bachelors Degree in Social Sciences with a major in Criminal Science with a minor in Psychology. I live with my tiny family on Long Island.

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

I recently published my second novel and sequel to chasing Reese. titled finding Reese. on May 26, 2015. Since then, I’ve been multitasking between promoting finding Reese. and writing two other projects for a release later this year.


Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I started writing when I was seven years old. I was waiting for my brother to be released from the ER as he had broken his arm. My sister Emily took me for a walk down the beach while we waited, and it…

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5* Review : finding Reese – (SAFELIGHT Series) – Imy Santiago

Thank you kindly for reading and reviewing finding Reese. I am humbled and honored.

Jane Hunt Writer

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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…

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