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PAY IT FORWARD FRIDAY – with Author Bernadette Marie and her book “LOVE SONGS” GIVEAWAY!

Love Songs

Pay it Forward Friday with GIVEAWAY below!

Love Songs

by Author Bernadette Marie 

Warner Wright is looking for that big break into country music, but the reputation of his ex-stepmother is getting doors slammed in his face. But when he hears the angelic voice of Clara Keller—he knows she’ll be his ticket. 

When the talented Clara Keller and the sometimes awkward Warner Wright get together there is a spark even bigger than Nashville. Opportunity is going to knock on their door, but fame can be a tricky bedfellow.

Making beautiful music will be the easy part.  Facing Warner’s past might corrupt them both.


Bio of Bernadette Marie 

Berndette Marie photo copyrighted300dpiBernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.

In 2007—after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.

In 2012 Bernadette Marie began to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble to name a few. She has held the #1 positions on Amazon and iTunes for Romance, Contemporary Romance, and all eBooks.

Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever afters.

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Available from 5 Prince Publishing

Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary

Release Date: October 3, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-77-6 ISBN 10: 1-939217-77-6

Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-78-3 ISBN 10: 1-939217-78-4

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Excerpt of Love Songs:

Could the sun possibly be any hotter, or brighter, or…

Warner’s brakes screeched as he came to a stop at the stoplight he’d nearly run though. The glare from the hood of his Ford was blinding. The sweat on his neck was annoying. And the fact that he’d just been told he had no talent, well that was pissing him off.

He had talent. He had a butt-load of talent. Warner Wright had performed on every stage in Nashville. Oh, he’d performed with some of the biggest names when they were begging for a job.

He let out a breath. So why had he been passed up?

Oh he knew why!

The reputation of his family came long before he started trying to sell his songs. One thing about being the ex-stepson of Patricia Little, was all of Nashville knew she was trouble. And even if you were a thirty year old man, and you hadn’t had the woman in your life since your own father committed suicide when you were twelve, those things stick in the minds of some. It didn’t help that after his father’s death, she married a little bigger—a little richer—and soon she’d made it into the bed of The Ox, Harley Oxbury. The only problem was he was Nashville royalty—and married to Nashville royalty. The legend was when Christine Eaden found out about Harley and Patricia she put a shotgun to his head and threatened to dis-“member” him.

Did it matter to the world that his ex-stepmother took down one of Nashville’s icons? Oh, yeah. The Ox lost his career. Record companies didn’t want him anymore. The public didn’t want to see his shows. There wasn’t a product willing to put his name out front. Patricia Little had ruined the icon and her reputation, twenty years later, she was tarnishing his.

Perhaps he needed to change his name.

That was stupid. His name was fine. The woman was only his step mother for two years. By now the town should have forgotten the men she left in her path. Well they probably would have if she hadn’t gone on TV and done one of those reality shows where Warner’s picture was prominently displayed on her mantel as some kind of trophy of the husbands and “other’s” children she left in her wake. And hadn’t he asked the producers to take that down? Only a million times.

Well, some people were meant to be on stage and some in the behind the scenes. The guitar on the passenger seat was a reminder that he was one of them.

Although Jordan Farr, the head of Master Records, told him if he could get a voice to back up his music, maybe the world would start to see past his relation to Patricia Little. That had been the most positive feedback he’d received yet.

nashvilleThe light turned green and Warner eased off the clutch and onto the gas. The truck hiccupped and then picked up speed.

But in Nashville afternoon traffic, he didn’t make it far. Warner eased to a stop at the next light.

He could hear the music which the city had been built on. It poured out of the stores and the bars. But this music was closer and the voice wasn’t Carrie Underwood’s or Miranda Lambert’s. No this was fresh, sweet, original, and very close.

Warner turned his head to the right and spotted a woman in a Jeep tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. The song wasn’t one he’d heard on the radio. It wasn’t a karaoke cut either. No, she was singing to someone’s music, and she was magnificent.

She turned her head as if she might have felt his stare. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. The aviator glasses shielding her eyes reflected his beat-up blue pickup truck.

She stopped singing and smiled. And it wasn’t just any smile. It was the kind that came with a wink, if he could have seen her eyes.

That moment nearly stopped his heart, just as her voice had. If he had her by his side then the doors of this town would open up to him.

The woman eased through the intersection and turned right at the next light.

He had to follow.

Warner checked his mirrors and quickly changed lanes. It was a close call with a Mustang, of all things, and the driver flipped him the middle finger. But he had to keep her in his sight.

He made a right, but her Jeep wasn’t on the street.

“Damn!” He smacked the steering wheel.

But just then he saw the Jeep. The woman was climbing out of it.

Warner made a U-turn, again causing a car to blare its horn at him and a driver to flip him off. The heat must be getting to everyone. They were all in such a nasty mood.

She’d parked in front of a theater and was jogging up the steps.

Warner screeched to a halt in the middle of the street and pulled his brake. The woman turned around on the steps of the theater and stopped.

He climbed across the bench seat to the passenger door and hung his head out the window.

“Hey,” he yelled like some back woods yokel.

“Hey, yourself.” She had an accent. She was native and that might be iffy. If she grew up in Nashville then she knew all about the shame of his family. But he’d let that find its own moment. This one was his.

“I’m not stalking you. I swear.”

“If you say so,” she said slowly, but she didn’t make a move toward the street and he didn’t blame her.

“I heard you singing. You’re freaking amazing.”

She laughed and her ponytail waved behind her. “I appreciate that.”

“No, really. I know what I’m talking about.” He tried to open the door, but it wasn’t going so well.

She’d taken another step toward the door. He was losing her.

“Wait. I want to talk to you.” Finally he managed the handle and nearly fell out of the truck, which he’d left running

The woman had made it to the top of the steps and gripped the knob on the front door of the theater.

“I’m not crazy. Please hear me out,” he was begging, but at least common sense had kicked in enough and he stopped moving toward her. “I’m a song writer. I’m looking for a voice.”

The woman nodded slowly, but she didn’t make any more moves to run away. That was a positive sign, wasn’t it?

“What’s your name?” she called down to him.

“Warner. Warner Wright.”

“Warner Wright the song writer? Cute.”

“No, that’s really my name.” He took one step further toward the curb. “You have an amazing voice.”

She looked at the watch on her wrist then back up at him. “You gathered that from hearing me in my truck?”


Again, she nodded slowly. “Listen, I’m going to be late. If you want to come in and sit that’s fine. But I’m out of time for talking on the street.”

She opened the door to the theater and walked inside.

Warner started for the door and then the grumbling of his truck caught his attention. God, was he this desperate?

He hurried back to the truck, climbed in, and parked it down the street.

Clara locked her purse up in her aunt’s office and headed for rehearsal. The man in the street had scared the hell out of her at first, but she’d lived in Nashville her whole life. Every song writer thought they had what it took to make it big. Some of them got desperate enough to hunt down talent. But she’d never heard of this approach.

He hadn’t come inside. Perhaps he’d given up. All the same, she had her cell phone in her pocket. The theater had once been gutted by fire because of a psycho man. She didn’t care to see that repeated.

On the stage was a small ensemble waiting for her arrival. Behind them, the set to West Side Story was being repositioned for the weekend’s production.

“Thought you gave up on us,” Duke shouted from the piano. “You only have four shows left. Don’t give up now,” he laughed.

“The only reason I wouldn’t show up is because it’s too damn hot in here,” she said as she made it to the side of the stage. She walked up the stairs and joined the others.

Duke gave her a nod. “Let’s just take it from the top and work the songs. Arianna wants these last four shows to be sharp.”

They had only started the first song when the door opened and Warner walked into the theater. Why she thought he might be a threat she didn’t know because looking at him now she thought he looked like the biggest nerd she’d ever seen.

His jeans were worn, his shirt was untucked, and his thick blond hair was messed up something awful. More than likely he’d been driving all day with his windows down.

He’d helped himself to a seat in the back and just listened as they practiced. Well, she thought, if he liked what he heard in the car wait till he heard her sing as Maria.

Warner wondered how long he’d sat in that theater, alone. He was familiar with the musical—very familiar. They’d just finished the number Somewhere. Damn, he’d listened to nearly the entire musical. But that voice. She had the goods!

“She’s something, huh?”

Warner jumped in his seat and looked at the man next to him. Quickly he got to his feet. “Um, yes. She’s amazing.”

“That’s my niece.”

“She has a fantastic voice.” Warner turned to the man and held out his hand. He didn’t want this man to think he was crazy. “I’m Warner Wright. I’m a song writer. I heard her sing in the street and wanted to talk to her.”

The man nodded. “John Forrester.” He turned and looked at the woman he’d followed into the theater. “She doesn’t know you?”

“No, sir. But I’m not stalking her. I just wanted to talk to her about singing.”

John nodded slowly again and pulled his hand back. “She’s trained with a gun.”

Warner swallowed hard. “Most women in Tennessee are, sir.”

That made John laugh. “True enough.” He patted Warner on the shoulder. “She’s almost through.”

He gave him a smile and then looked toward the stage and gave his niece a glance. A million words were said between them in that moment, he wondered what they were.

Warner sat back down in his seat and listened as they finished the rest of the show.

To say he was moved would be an understatement. A piano and a dozen voices could do amazing things.

When the group stood up they all began to talk. This was a family, a musical family. One brought together by a common love and the current show they produced together.

It had been years since Warner was in musical theater, but you never forgot the feeling.

The woman he’d followed walked away from the group and was headed toward him. Her thumbs were tucked into the front pockets of her cutoff jeans.

The eyes that had hid behind the shiny aviators, which were now hung from the front of her tank top, were dark brown.

Warner quickly stood.

“You followed me all the way in here and listened to rehearsal?” Her accent was drawn out.

“Yes. I have to say, you’re amazing.”

The woman nodded slowly, just as her uncle had done. “You’ve said that, but thank you.” She looked down at her bare toes in the sandals she wore and wiggled them. The middle ones had rings on them. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes. No. I—is there somewhere we can talk?”

She looked around. “What’s wrong with here?”

“Right. Listen, I’m a song writer and I’m looking for a voice to demo my work.”

“And you’re looking for lessons?”

Warner raked his fingers through his hair. It was getting much too long. He looked down at his attire. God, she must think I’m a hobo.

“No. I’m not looking for lessons. I’m looking for someone to do the vocals.”

“And you want me to do that?”

He smiled. Finally they were on the same page. “Yes.”

“I see. Mr. Wright, I’m very busy with the theater right now. I just don’t…”

“Would you just look at them?” He was so desperate he was hunting down strangers to sing his songs. This was embarrassing. “Please. Maybe just a few hours with me and you could see what you think.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

He dropped his shoulders. He was desperate.

He held out his hand to shake hers. “Again, I’m Warner Wright.”

She smiled and took his hand. Her grip was firm. There was no messing around with this one. “Clara Keller.”

“Ms. Keller, I would appreciate a moment of your time to show you my work.”

She pulled her hand back, tucked it into her back pocket and gave him a regarding look.

“Do you know where the Riverside Building is?”

He raised his eyebrow. “Doesn’t everyone? This is Nashville.”

She chuckled. “There is a Starbucks on the main floor. I’ll meet you there tomorrow at ten.”

“Tomorrow at ten. Starbucks. Riverside Building.”

“Will that work?”

He nodded. “Thank you. Can I take you out for a drink tonight? No business, just get to know you?”

Clara pulled her phone out of her back pocket. “Thanks, but I have one guilty pleasure and its on TV tonight.”

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck. He forced a smile. “What might that be?”

nashville (1)“Reality TV at its worst. Every heard of Nashville Ex-wives Club?”

He knew the blood had just drained out of his head. Damn if he fainted this would be over.

“I’ve heard of it.”

“Never miss a one. That Little woman is such trash she makes me laugh. But I’ll see you tomorrow. Ten.”

He only nodded as Clara left the theater.

Well, this was over. Once Clara found out about his connection with Patricia Little she too would exit stage left.

Warner left the theater just in time to see a tow truck drive away with his pickup.

It was official—Nashville hated him.


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FANGS and HEARTS week featuring Author Felicity Heaton and “LOVE IMMORTAL”

Welcome to FANGS and HEARTS week!

I had the pleasure of reviewing “Love Immortal” by acclaimed author Felicity Heaton for my blog. 

She is one of my very favorite authors!  I am privileged and honored to feature her today. 

Indie publishing is really taking off and Felicity Heaton is an example of gold to be mined in these independent ventures. 

She is a rocket that just keeps on climbing!


My Review of

“Love Immortal”

By Felicity Heaton


Rescued from werewolves by the most breathtaking man she’s ever seen, Lauren is dragged into the fight of her life and a dark world she never knew existed. There, she discovers that she’s the latest reincarnation of a goddess and must drink the blood of her immortal protector, Julian, in order to reawaken and continue her three thousand year old mission to defeat Lycaon, the original werewolf.

With the help of Julian and an organisation of people with supernatural abilities, Lauren fights for her life, their future and the fate of mankind against Lycaon and his deadly army, but can she succeed when Lycaon has killed all of her predecessors?

Can she crack the armour around Julian’s heart and seize her happily forever after with him? And can Julian bring himself to trust Lauren with the fragments of his heart after everything he’s been through.


“Love Immortal” is a wonderful story which had me on the edge of my seat from the first page!

There was a lot of action and steamy romance to make you warm up to the characters Lauren and Julian instantly.

Lauren is a woman of steel will and determination.  She is set on defeating the one enemy which has taken all her loved ones away.


Vampire (Photo credit: virginsuicide photography)

Julian is a man who has the task of protecting Lauren. He is so damaged by the past and he does not allow sentiment inside his heart… until he meets Lauren.

The descriptions and the twists and turns Ms. Heaton uses made my heart thump! There are also poignant scenes in which you will need a hankie to wipe the tears away. I was enthralled with every word of this novel.

With all Romance novels I have read, I was not disappointed. It is a novel of great reward because it lived up to my hunger for Paranormal, Lusty Romance and Action-packed Adventure!

For this and much more, I give “Love Immortal” at whopping FIVE STARS!

This was the first book I have read by Felicity Heaton, and ever since, I have been hooked. I now read her novels with a voracious appetite. Buy the novel, you will not be sorry, I guarantee it!


This video reminds me of Lauren and Jillian

and how each were healed in their love!


Interview with Felicity Heaton

Hello Ms. Heaton and welcome!

Please tell us a little about how you became an Author?

First, I just want to slip in a quick thanks for having me here at the event and for interviewing me! I actually started out by writing fanfiction in 2003. I wrote that until, in 2005, an author friend of mine gave me a nudge in the direction of writing something original, with my own worlds and my own characters. I was nervous at first, but once I started writing, I was hooked. I only wanted to write original fiction then, and I think my career aspirations changed dramatically. I was e-published with a now defunct publishing house. I began writing in my spare time, clocking up around 20+ hours per week writing stories. At first, I was writing a collection of genres, including historical and contemporary romance. I migrated more and more towards paranormal romance though, as I am deeply in love with that genre and everything paranormal. Now, I just write paranormal romances with the occasional science fiction romance thrown in.


When you wrote “Love Immortal” was it a long time brewing for you?  When you first chose to independently publish, what compelled you?

English: Romance icon

English: Romance icon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I actually wrote “Love Immortal” with the intention of grabbing myself an agent and a publishing deal. This was back in early 2009, and indie publishing and ebooks weren’t really going anywhere at the time. I had been an indie author since 2006, because myself and my friend felt that we could do just as good on our own as we could with an e-publisher. In 2008/2009, it looked as though I was never going to make a living from writing, and I had always aspired to see my books in print with a major publisher. Of course, in the time I was away from the internet and indie publishing working on Love Immortal and my proposals, everything took off! It was very delayed for us authors in the UK. Amazon didn’t open its doors to us until over a year after it was working with US authors. I think the rise of ebooks really changed my life and because I had been writing for so many years, I had an excellent back catalogue that I could put onto places like Amazon, Apple, Sony, Kobo and Barnes & Noble. I didn’t grab an agent with Love Immortal, so I decided I would e-publish it myself and stick with my indie author roots for a little longer. I still aspire to achieve my dream of a publishing contract with one of the big NYC publishing houses though, and this year I was lucky enough to get an NY agent and we’re working towards doing just that!

English: Lycaon turned into wolf by Zeus, Broo...

English: Lycaon turned into wolf by Zeus, Brooks Nathan, Metamorphosen, 1849 Français : Lycaon changé en loup par Zeus, Brooks Nathan, Metamorphosen, 1849 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Vampires and Werewolves are an unusual combination; however, they are both creatures of the night.  I’d expected some cliché material but was pleasantly surprised by unusual twists and turns. You have mystery and action adventure, romance and history all in a paranormal setting.  Where did you get the inspiration for this book?

I’m never really sure where my inspiration for my books comes from. I’m often inspired by multiple things, and they can be really random or something small. Normally, it’s a song I hear, a conversation, a movie I watch, something I read, or just something that comes to me. The roots of “Love Immortal” are really quite random. I had been working for a company called Arcadia at the time and I knew the real Arcadia had been a part of ancient Greece, so I was looking it up and reading about it. I came across the story of Lycaon, a king cursed by Zeus because he tricked him into eating human flesh. Zeus cursed him to become a wolf and that if he abstained from human meat for 10 years, he would become human again. I wondered what would have happened if Lycaon had decided to embrace his new wolfish nature and run with it. “Love Immortal” was born then. I liked the idea of twisting the origins of vampires and werewolves, and bringing in Greek gods and mythology.

Who are your writing influences? Who do you like to read? What are you currently reading?

I’m not reading anything right now because I’m working on a book of my own, but I’ll be going away for a break soon and I’ll be catching up on my reading there. I really love to read Lara Adrian, Gena Showalter, Larissa Ione, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and other paranormal romance authors. I don’t get much time to read though because I’m normally writing or editing one of my books, and find it best not to read then so I don’t pollute my voice or lose focus on my own story. When I do read, I’ll devour books like there’s no tomorrow.


I know you are very busy now but where do you see yourself in five years? Do you still hope to be writing full time?

I would love to still be writing full time in five years. I’ve been a full time author since March 2011, and it’s been fantastic! I can’t believe it’s been a year and a half already. I really hope that it will continue like this but I’m never one to count my chickens. I’m very cautious about things. I have plenty of books to write still, so hopefully the market will still be there for them, and I’ll also have my books in print with a major publisher.

Your next book is coming out soon.  Any juicy tidbits you can share with us?

My next book is Bewitch. It’s the fifth book in my very popular Vampire Erotic Theater romance series. I’m not sure when it will be out. It will likely be January 2013 before I get the book completed and ready for release. I’ve just released “Her Demonic Angel”, which is the fifth book in my Her Angel series and I’m focused on marketing that book right now. It’s doing really well and now I’m under pressure to get the next book out!

Bewitch is Payne’s story. I can’t say too much about Payne other than he’s a very reclusive and distant vampire, with a very dark past. In his story, he’s helping out Andreu, the hero of Enslave, the fourth book in the series, with a problem he has. He has to head into the fae underworld, a place that he hates with all of his dark heart, and there he runs into a very sassy witch intent on bringing him to his knees.

I’ve been sharing sneak peeks at my blog:

I want to sincerely thank you for taking the time out to be a guest on FANGS and HEARTS week on my blog!


About Felicity Heaton:

Felicity Heaton writes passionate paranormal romance books as Felicity Heaton and F E Heaton. In her books she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons!

If you’re a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.

If you love your angels a little dark and wicked, Felicity Heaton’s best selling Her Angel series is for you. If you like strong, powerful, and dark vampires then try the Vampires Realm series she writes as F E Heaton or any of her stand alone vampire romance books she writes as Felicity Heaton. Or if you’re looking for vampire romances that are sinful, passionate and erotic then try Felicity Heaton’s new Vampire Erotic Theatre series.

In 2011, five of her six paranormal romance books received Top Pick awards from Night Owl Reviews, Forbidden Blood was nominated as Best PNR Vampire Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews, and many of her releases received five star reviews from numerous websites.

If you want to know more about Felicity, or want to get in touch, you can find her at the following places:








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I would like to give a BIG thank you to 

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understanding and patience

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