Spotlight: Jubilee by Jenn Givhan

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Who understands why I needed you?

Why I need you still?

When Bianca appears late one night at her brother’s house in Santa Ana, she is barely conscious, though not alone. Jubilee, wrapped in a fuzzy pink romper is buckled into a car seat. Jubilee, who Bianca feeds and clothes and bathes and loves. Jubilee, who Bianca could not leave behind. Jubilee, a doll in her arms.

Told in alternating points of view, Jubilee reveals both the haunting power of our lived experiences and the surreal possibility of the present to heal the past.

The first thread, “Before Jubilee,” follows Bianca in her girlhood home on the Mexicali border as she struggles with her high school sweetheart Gabe and a secret they’ve shared since she was fifteen.

The second thread, “With Jubilee,” is told from the point of view of her new love, Joshua, who along with Bianca’s family helps her cope with a mysterious trauma by accepting Jubilee as part of the family. But as Joshua’s love for Bianca grows, so does his fear that Jubilee has the power to tear his tiny family apart.

Alternating chapters give readers a unique perspective on Bianca’s present and on her relationship with Jubilee as her past life with Gabe comes to a catastrophic end.

In this searing story about a young woman’s reach to escape what haunts her and the mind’s clever inventions that help us survive the greatest losses, Jennifer Givhan draws on her immense talent as a poet to create an intensely beautiful yet complex treatment of reality, delusion, and imagination with an entirely fresh perspective of parenting in the borderlands. Both Bianca and Joshua choose to believe the world is beautiful, even as their survival means they cannot shy away from the violent, painful moments life brings.

Jubilee is at once a darkly suspenseful psychological drama and a luminous reflection on how beauty emerges from even the most traumatic of experiences. 

Excerpt

“Bee, I’ll hold your baby so you can rest.”

She choked out a sob, letting him take Jubilee as she wobbled backward, landing on a couch that reminded her of the borrowed one she’d been bleeding on for two days, in the empty house-for-sale two hundred miles away. But soft and beige and beckoning, this one whispered safe. Whispered let go.

            Her eyes fluttered. Matty said, “Wait, what the hell?” His voice reminded her of a flashing siren. It sounded an alarm. Something cold and blacktop and ugly. She squinted, willing herself not to fall asleep. Was something wrong with Jubilee? She tried opening her mouth to speak, but her tongue scraped sand. She’d become a noiseless womb. Mami’s here, she thought of saying. But she couldn’t recognize her own thoughts.

“Shit, Bianca. What’s going on?” He seemed repulsed by Jubilee, holding her away from his body unnaturally. Was he angry Bianca had stayed in the Valley with Gabe, then come back with Gabe’s baby? Matty had always hated Gabe. A childhood of abuse had given Matty a sixth sense that Bianca hadn’t developed. Where she trusted everyone, he trusted no one. Yet surely Matty would forgive her mistakes, now that she was here, that she’d come home. Accept her for what she’d become. That’s why she’d gone to him instead of Mama.

Hug her, she tried saying. The words wouldn’t form. Hold her tight. It’s calming.

            “Bianca? What is this?”

            She closed her eyes. Matty’s living room swelled and shrank, a lung, breathing her in, breathing her out.

            “Handro,” Matty yelled. “Come help me. Something’s wrong with my sister.”

            Jubilee was safe. The flashflood was gone. The arroyo was dry. Bianca was a lungfish. Drowning.

“Handro? Get my phone. I need help…”

            Hail Mary, full of grace. Switch off the light and grant me peace.

And the light switched off.

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About the Author

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Jennifer Givhan, a Mexican-American writer and activist from the Southwestern desert, is the author of four full-length poetry collections, most recently Rosa’s Einstein (Camino Del Sol Poetry Series), two chapbooks, and the novels Trinity Sight and Jubilee (Blackstone Publishing). Her work has appeared in The Best of the NetBest New PoetsPoetry DailyVerse DailyPOETRY MagazineThe Rumpus, The New RepublicAGNI, TriQuarterly, The Nation, CrazyhorseWitness, Southern Humanities Review, and Kenyon Review. She has received, among other honors, a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship, a PEN/Rosenthal Emerging Voices fellowship, and New Ohio Review’s Poetry Prize, chosen by Tyehimba Jess. Givhan holds a Master’s degree in English from California State University Fullerton and an MFA from Warren Wilson College, and she can be found discussing feminist motherhood at jennifergivhan.com as well as Facebook & Twitter @JennGivhan and Ig @thebrujapoeta.

Spotlight: The People We Meet Along The Way by Beth Rinyu

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Publication date: September 17th 2020
Genres: Romance, Women’s Fiction

Would you be able to grant the same forgiveness to someone else that you’re so desperately seeking yourself?

Jillian O’Rourke’s marriage died long before her husband’s tragic accident. Years of battling with infertility and demanding careers melted their once solid relationship. Bearing the burden of guilt over his death, Jillian gets lost in despair and a series of what ifs. But one chance encounter with a stranger, changes everything. Now being faced with newfound knowledge and a painful decision, Jillian must push past her anger, learn to forgive and open her heart in ways she never could’ve imagined.  As she comes to grips with the devastation of her past, she learns to embrace the possibility of a future she never thought possible.  A bittersweet story of love, forgiveness, and the unexpected destiny that is sometimes handed to us in life from the people we meet along the way.

Excerpt

“I just wish you didn’t hate me so much.” I concentrated on the coffee in my cup as I swirled the wooden stirrer round and round. 

“I don’t hate you,” I said, focusing my attention back to him. “I hate what we did. I hate that I let it define who I was for so long, and I hate that I hurt someone I cared about so much because of it. But I don’t hate you—you were just one of the many cracks in my life.” 

He creased his forehead. “I don’t understand.” 

I gazed at him long and hard, finally fearless of the shame the man staring back at me conjured up inside of me. He held no control over me, and he never had. I stood up and pushed my chair in as he sat there waiting for an explanation. “And I wouldn’t have expected you to. Goodbye, Jonathan.”

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Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today's world a touch of the keyboard. I love creating deep characters who you will love or love to hate.

My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? My happy place is a seat by the ocean with my feet in the sand or on the busy streets of New York City. You will more than likely find one of these places as the setting for most of my books.

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Romancing the Holidays: A First Coast Romance Writers Holiday Anthology

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Publication date: September 22nd 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

A dozen ways to fall in love at the holidays…

Come celebrate the holidays with these dozen unique romances, ranging from sweet to steamy and all ending with a happily-ever-after. This anthology of short stories, written by multi-award-winning authors, including New York Times best-selling author, Alyssa Day, will transport you from Labor Day and Halloween antics to Christmas and Valentine romantics. Its stories will whisk you away into contemporary, historical, and paranormal worlds where love prevails. So, savor the authors featured in this enchanting book and bet your heart on some romantic cheer while you enjoy these twelve ways to fall in love.

Proceeds from this novel benefit First Coast Romance Writers, a non-profit chapter of Romance Writers of America that helps writers hone their craft and expand their knowledge of the publishing industry. A portion of the proceeds are also donated to FeedAmerica.org.

Excerpt

“Faking it for the Holidays” by Lia Davis:

Julius probably shouldn’t be as happy as he was about his parents going on a cruise the week of Christmas. But he was. For the first time since he met his best friend and future wife—although she didn’t know that yet—he would be able to spend a normal, quiet, holiday season with Tara.

Just the two of them.

Was it wrong that he wanted to spend Christmas with his best friend, alone? 

They didn’t have to listen to his parents, especially his mom, go on and on about how they should get married and give her beautiful grandbabies. It was embarrassing and made things awkward between them for the whole trip to Oregon to spend Christmas with his parents.

Tara had always been fantastic about his crazy family, which made her even more perfect for him. She never complained. She fit right in with them and humored his mom when she started in about the future of their lives and how they weren’t getting any younger.

The whole thing made him hesitate to ask Tara to marry him. He didn’t want her to think he was pressured into proposing, which he wasn’t. He loved her from the moment they met as kids.

He wanted to show her how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, without the pressure of his family lurking and watching them. Yessir, this year was going to be different.

He had Tara to himself.

His cell rang and he snatched it up from the kitchen counter where he was prepping movie-night snacks for him and Tara. It was their usual Saturday night “date” to make fun of bad movies. Not looking at the screen and thinking it was Tara, he said, “You better not be backing out on tonight.”

There was a long few moments of silence. Jules’ heart dropped to his feet. She wasn’t coming over. He’d spent all week gathering the courage to finally tell her how he felt. That he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and not as just her best friend. He wanted more. “Tara?”

“Oh, no silly. It’s your mother. Don’t you check the caller ID?”

Damn. “Mom. How are you? Are you on the ship?”

She let out a disappointing sigh. “Sadly, no. The cruise was canceled last minute. That means we’re staying home for Christmas. You’re coming, right?”

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Spotlight: Say You’ll Be There by Billie Dale

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Publication date: October 1st 2020
Genres: Comedy, New Adult, Romance

From award winning author Billie Dale comes a second chance love story muddling the line between love and hate. As young love goes Joey and Preslee were perfect but nothing last forever and the world is ready for the taking. Dale’s sassy wit shines in comedic fashion with Say You’ll Be There, book two in Love in Seven Mile Forge.

At sixteen, Joey Holmes handed me his heart.

At eighteen, I threw it at the Now Leaving Seven Mile Forge sign on my way out of town.

A silly teenage game of seven minutes in heaven spiraled us from friends to more.

We shared our firsts. Loved with the innocence of immaturity.

I wanted out. A fresh start far away from our tiny home town. Joey didn’t care where we were so long as we were together. I couldn’t spread my wings without clipping his. My heart told me I was doing what was best when I left him broken in my rearview mirror.

With a threat breathing down my neck, I’m forced to return home but Joey isn’t the skinny boy I knew. Nope, now he’s the sexiest Chief of Police in three states and he hates the very air I breathe.

Can the hot cop keep me safe from the danger lurking in the shadows or will the bleached bones of the skeletons in my closet be our tragic end?

Excerpt

“Preslee,” his soft voice turns hoarse, “I lo…” My index finger silences him this time. 

When I plopped down his palms landed on my back, rubbing up and down while I situated myself. Now, his spanned fingers inch through the ticklish place under my arms, gliding until both my breasts sit in his hands. A slight ocean breeze peaks my nipples. The pads of his thumbs brushing against them makes keeping my thought train maddening. I deserve top accolades in the resisting temptation Olympics, but I need to say this. 

“Show me. Exhale our past. Inhale our present. Until our world slows on its axis, threatening to grind to a halt, we make our second chance more than words. So many times, people use those eight letters in place of the sentiment to make them true. Love is a hug for no reason, support on the worst of days and shared joy on the best. It’s breakfast in bed, a ride from the airport, a forehead kiss, holding hands, sending a song which makes you think of me, handling vapid telemarketers, saying ‘bless you’ when I sneeze, thinking I’m beautiful when I’m really a hot mess, and seeing no other woman but me, trusting someone with all of you… it’s an entire planet of little subtle conveniences, flirts, and simplicity but conveying what matters without uttering a syllable. We save the words to use when actions can’t.”

A lopsided grin hooks up one side of his lips for a fraction of a second before they touch mine. He draws back, waggling his brows. “I’m all for a little less talk and a lot more action.” A whispered kiss followed by a sinful smirk. “Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’.” I expect another peck but he shifts, dusting his lips along my cheek instead before hitting me with a hell of a smolder. “Everything I do, I do for you.” He finds the other cheek. “I don’t want to miss a thing.” Now my nose. “More. Than. Words. Preslee, you’re the flame. You were the first and you’ll be the last.” Warm breath skates down until his mouth takes mine in a searing possession.

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Billie Dale lives in no-where middle earth. Lost in a small village in the Midwest with four kids, three animals and an amazing, word inspiring-book boyfriend, worthy husband.

A blogger by nature and a writer because she got tired of arguing with the voices in her head. She loves and lives the words on the page, whether writing them or reading them; her life is consumed by the worlds her head creates.

Her greatest wish is for readers to fall in love with her words as much as she loves writing them. She loves to create new worlds to explore and writing words that will take root in your soul.

Paranormal, New Adult, Romantic Comedy, Contemporary -- there is not one box she fits in. She's a rebel in the author world who writes what her head tells her even it jumps from genre to genre.

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Audio Spotlight: The Winter of Enchantment by Victoria Walker

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Narrator: Kim Bretton

Length: 4 hours 13 minutes

Publisher: Victoria Clayton Limited⎮2020

Genre: Fantasy; Children’s

Series: Sebastian and Melissa, Book 1

Release date: Jun. 15, 2020

Synopsis: A magic mirror enables Sebastian to travel from his Victorian world of winter snow and Mrs Parkin to a magic world of Melissa, Mantari, and wicked Enchanter and many other exciting people.

This wonderful audiobook follows in the great tradition of the E. Nesbit magic books. Since its first publication in 1969 it has proved its appeal to children of every age.

Long out of print until republished by Fidra Books in the UK and Purple House Press in the USA, it received praise from respected children's authors.

The sequel to this book is called The House Called Hadlows.

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About the Author: Victoria Walker

Victoria Walker was twenty-one when she wrote The Winter of Enchantment in 1968. A second story about Sebastian and Melissa, The House Called Hadlows, was published in 1972. In 1973 she went to Cambridge University to read English and married immediately after finishing her degree. Two children followed and two decades passed before she began to write under her married name of Victoria Clayton. She lives with her husband in Northamptonshire.

About the Narrator: Kim Bretton

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Kim Bretton Kim is an accomplished and award winning actress and director with West End/Broadway theatre credits. Kim has narrated over 60 audiobooks and counting. She is also an in demand voice over talent in the commercial and corporate arena and owns her own class A recording studio in Nashville. Kim is from the UK but has lived in NYC, L.A. and now Nashville TN. She continues to work in Theatre, Film and TV as an actress and a director alongside narrating audiobooks and commercial voice overs. 

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Spotlight: Brennan by Anna Castor

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Series: Lucky Irish Series #3

Release Date: October 2, 2020

Errin's homesick phone calls to her family in Jersey were getting longer and more frequent. Moving to Austin so the three Walsh sisters could be together again had been a total bust. With her mind set on her final shot at making it as a dancer back in Jersey, she never saw the handsome and broody bartender coming. Falling for the eleven year older Mills brother is exactly NOT what she needs right now. 

Within the first thirty seconds in meeting Errin for the first time, Brennan concluded they would never be a thing or even friends for that matter.But then one night, Brennan sees Errin in a different light. Has the best thing that could ever happen to him been sitting right under his nose all this time? Their push and pull is making him crazy. Brennan finally found the one that could match him and he is all in. But is Errin? Or is Brennan too late?

Lucky Irish series: Brennan is the third book in the funny, sweet and steamy Lucky Irish series about the love lives of several Irish families in Austin, Texas. Each book is an interconnected standalone, a new sexy romance but let us also catch up with favorite characters from the series. 

No cheating, no cliffhangers and definitely a HEA. For mature readers only.

Excerpt

Brennan had already stopped the music and flicked on the lights. He’d swept and cleaned most of the tables. One last table to go.

He closed the register and picked up his towel, a sponge, and cleaning solution. The checkout had to wait till tomorrow. He strode to Pops’ table where Errin still sat.

Errin eyed him with mascara trails running down her cheeks like she was seeing him for the very first time. Oh, hell no. She had to stop giving him the look. 

The look that said she was game for the night. The look that said she wanted to forget whatever’s been bothering her, and he was the number one solution to make her forget. She wasn’t the first woman who’d eyed him like this at closing time in Lucky.

He sprayed the cleaning formula on the table and wiped it over and over with his sponge. Her penetrating gaze followed his every move, but he intended to keep on ignoring her. 

He would not give in to her sudden interest in him. She showed none before, so why now—because she was drunk? That had to be the number one turnoff for him. How cliché of her.

“So…” she said.

He spared a glance over his shoulder at Errin sitting at the table, and sure enough, she blushed the moment their eyes met. Fuck. Errin never blushed. 

“Stop it,” he warned.

Her light blue eyes grew wide, and she stuttered, “S-stop w-what?”

“Stop staring at me.” He lifted one eyebrow and dared her to contradict him.

“I—” 

“Stop looking at me as if you want me to pick you up, throw you on this table and fuck the life out of you,” he said and returned his focus on his hands that kept assaulting the tabletop with his sponge. Damn confetti.

Errin gasped. “Oh-my-god! Are you serious?”

“That’s what you’ve been thinking about, isn’t it?” he stopped scrubbing and glanced over his shoulder again.

Her wide eyes ping-ponged from the tabletop to his face again. “I… erm, no! Never. You stop it. I have no idea what’s going on inside that head of yours, but I’ll have you know that nobody will ever throw me over any kind of surface to get fucked. And certainly not you! Ugh.”

She was such a terrible liar. Her cheeks reddened even more and her eyes blazed with fire. Those beautiful baby blues were shooting daggers at him and the weird thing was, it was making him hard as hell. He didn’t want her, but fuck if his body didn’t get that memo.

To derail their inescapable route to ‘FuckedupVille’, he wanted to get her out of his pub as soon as possible. Otherwise he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. “Okay, so I’ll take you upstairs.” 

“W-what? No. I wanna go home.” She pouted those damn glossy lips again while wiping the messy mascara trails from under her eyes.

“Why are you talking like a five-year-old?” he muttered, giving the table a few last scrubs.

“Am not!” she sulked, crossing her arms in front of her chest, drawing his eyes to the little swell that now peeked over the bodice of her leotard. 

The cute pout she wore made her fuckin’ adorable where he often found other women annoying. But not Errin. She always spoke her mind, often brutally honest, and would never play the innocent pouty type to gain his attention. Thinking about Errin’s feisty attitude, his face turned up.

She tilted her head while assessing him. “Why don’t you ever smile? You—”

“I’m taking the couch, so you can take the second bedroom to your left. Otherwise you’ll be sleeping next to a heavily snoring Pops. And let me tell you, that shit ain’t pretty.”

Her face reddened.  “Stop talking to me like I’m a kid! I turned twenty-six today, you know. You don’t get to—”

“Errin, go upstairs and stop looking for a fight. You’re not supposed to give me any lip, remember?”

He examined her plump lips. She’d put some glossy shit on, making them even more pink than usual. She licked her lips, evoking a groan from him.

“What?” she said as she tucked an unruly strand of warm blond hair behind her ear, only to have it pop up again in the next second.

“Stop teasing me,” he said.

“I’m not teasing you, old man. Never. I’m not interested. I’m nothing like your normal bimbo-type that throw themselves at you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. But she didn’t stop there, no.

“What do they see in you, anyway? I mean… you’re always so… angry? Huh, and dare I say boring? And let’s not forget self-righteous? Ha! I mean the way you—”

Just to shut her the hell up, he kissed her. His hand slid to the back of her head the moment he’d dropped the wet sponge onto the table. She moaned against his lips but didn’t open up for him. He grabbed her tiny waist with his other hand and pulled her up from the chair. 

She gasped when his erection pressed against her belly and he slid his tongue in her mouth and let his tongue play with hers. They stood in the middle of the pub, flooded by the harsh overhead lights and surrounded by the smell of stale beer. As they kissed, everything faded to the background, as if they stood somewhere else. 

The gurgling sound from the running fridge reminded him he was standing in the middle of Lucky kissing Errin. He pulled his face away and took a step back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Second door to your left.” 

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About the Author

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Anna loves to write heartfelt and steamy romance series. She falls in love with her characters as they go through their ups and downs. Anna laughs out loud behind her laptop as she writes the banter between siblings. Sometimes she cries as a result from the real talk that comes with family. There's no hiding from a nosy Pops ;-) Her books are for mature readers only because of their steamy content.Author of the Lucky Irish series. A series about several large and close-knit Irish families in Austin, TX with strong heroines, quirky family banter and steamy alpha's.Anna is a former wedding photographer turned author. While photographing weddings, Anna loved being a part of the couple's special day to tell their (love) story through her pictures. Each wedding had a different story to tell: the histories of the bride and groom, their family dynamics, their challenges in life, and of course, how they met and fell in love.And now Anna takes her readers through the troubles and hardships her characters may come across on their journey to a happily ever after.

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