#AudioTour “French Illusions: My Story as an American Au Pair in the Loire Valley, a Personal Memoir” by Linda Kovic-Skow

Audiobook Blog Tour: French Illusions by Linda Kovic-Skow

My Story as an American Au Pair in the Loire Valley

Author: Linda Kovic-Skow

Narrator: Lucy Floyd

Length: 8 hours 57 minutes

Series: French Illusions, Book 1

Publisher: Dreamland Press, LLC

Released: Oct. 26, 2016

Genre: Memoir


French Illusions: My Story as an American Au Pair in the Loire Valley is the first of two books based on my diaries from 1979 and 1980. Twenty-one-year-old Linda Kovic needs to learn a language fast in order to fulfill her dream of becoming a flight attendant, so she contracts to become an au pair for a wealthy family in the Loire Valley. In order to secure the nanny position, she lies on her application and pretends to speak French, confident she’ll be forgiven once she arrives at her destination. This book captures Linda’s real-life story inside and outside the Chateau de Montclair, detailing her challenges and triumphs as she tries to adjust to her new life with the hard-to-please Madame Dubois, her husband, and their two incomprehensible children. When Linda attends language classes at a local university, she encounters, Adam, a handsome young student, and her life with the family becomes more complicated, adding fuel to her internal battle for independence. Join Linda on her adventure of discovery and romance in an extraordinary part of the world.

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Originally from Seattle, Linda Kovic-Skow currently resides in Saint Petersburg, Florida. She has been married for 35 years and has two daughters and two grandsons. An enthusiastic traveler, Linda also enjoys hiking, boating, gardening and socializing with friends. “French Illusions: My Story as an American Au Pair in the Loire Valley,” was her debut memoir. The sequel, “French Illusions: From Tours to Paris,” recounts the rest of her adventure in France.




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#BlogTour “Attraction” by Ruby Porter

Title: Attraction
Author: Ruby Porter
Genre: Literary Fiction

Release Date: April 14, 2020
Cover Designer: Imogen Stubbs
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.

The present reckons with the past in Attraction, Ruby Porter’s atmospheric debut novel.

Three women are on a road trip, navigating the motorways of the North Island, their relationships with one another and New Zealand’s colonial history. Our narrator doesn’t know where she stands with Ilana, her not-quite girlfriend. She has a complex history with her best friend, Ashi. She’s haunted by the memory of her emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend. And her period’s now weeks late.

Attraction is a meditative novel of connection, inheritance and the stories we tell ourselves. In lyrical fragments, Porter explores what it means to be and to belong, to create and to destroy.


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My mum buys her lotto tickets from that Mobil. She rings ten minutes after I leave to remind me to pick one up. —Somewhere lucky. Maybe Matamata, or Thornton. Get it where you feel the pull.

I say, —Okay, Helen, and hang up.

I’ve always called her that, because I have two mums. She met Chris not long after I was born, and Chris moved in when I was eighteen months old. They were together for ten years. My dad was never really on the scene.

My earliest memories don’t come in images, but in thoughts. Realising it was my third birthday. Wondering what to call my mums. Recognising Helen walking down the road, while in a car with Chris. I haven’t retained the picture of her, or the road, just that knowing. Maybe it shocked me that her life existed outside of our house. Maybe it shocked me that her life existed outside of mine.

I say, —What’s your first memory? No matter how vague.

—It’s not vague, Ilana says. —Falling into the bath. I don’t remember the feeling, but I remember the view of the ceiling.

Through the soft light of water.

—And I remember Mum, pulling me out. That was the scar­iest part, her being that frightened. You know, cos I was a kid.

Ruby Porter is a prose-writer, poet and artist. She tutors creative writing at the University of Auckland, and in high schools. Ruby was the winner of the Wallace Foundation Short Fiction Award in 2017, and the inaugural winner of the Michael Gifkins Prize in 2018, with her debut novel Attraction. Attraction was written during her Masters of Creative Writing at the University of Auckland under supervisor Paula Morris, and published in May by Melbourne-based Text Publishing. It is distributed throughout Australia and New Zealand.

#ReleaseBlitz “Romances on the Range: A Limited Edition Collection of Rough and Rugged Cowboys”



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#Excerpt “The Org” by Scott Brody

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She was conflicted about whether to buzz Yosef in or not. Marianne had been spiraling down ever since that night with Eitan a couple of weeks back. It had started off well but veered off the rails after her fifth drink. Or was it her sixth? She had lost count. He was terrible, she knew that, and she remembered the pain. Since then, she rarely left her upper Manhattan apartment. She made a series of tearful phone calls to him, which didn’t go well either. She could tell Eitan was losing patience with her. The calls got shorter and his tone got harder until he stopped answering most of them. So, she was surprised when he called and told her he was sorry and had bought her a gift he wanted to send over to her.

“For me? That sounds nice.”

“I haven’t been very good lately,” Eitan said in his soft Israeli accent. In the background she could hear the murmur of his office. She didn’t know exactly what he did, but she knew he had an important job.

“I want to show you I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to buy me anything,” she said.

“I know, but I saw it and thought you’d like it,” he said.

She felt herself giving in to him again. “Why don’t you bring it over?” she asked, adding,

“I’m alone.”

“I wish I could, but I’m very busy today. I’m going to have Yosef bring it to you.”

Yosef was Eitan’s driver. He had driven them to several dinners and assignations in the Consulate’s limousine.

“I want to see you; you bring it,” she said. “I don’t want to see Yosef.”

“I can’t, but I’ll see you later tonight,” he said.

“Promise?” she asked.

“Yes, promise.”

She relented. “OK, he can come. I’ll listen for him buzzing later.”

She went back to bed after the call. The curtains were already drawn against the daylight.

Marianne was twenty-six and pretty, with sandy brown hair which was uncared for today, matching her mood. It had been days since she had showered or changed her clothes. She hadn’t eaten much or slept for more than a few hours each night. Her roommates were out so she could avoid human contact.

When the buzzer rang around 5 PM, she knew it was Yosef. She didn’t want to open the door for him. She knew he’d tell Eitan how bad she looked. She waited.

Eitan had told Yosef she was home and expecting him, so when he got no reply, he waited a few minutes and started buzzing again. She knew she had to buzz him in. When she finally did, but when she opened the apartment door, there were three men with Yosef who forced her back into her living room. They were dark haired and olive skinned, and they looked at her with a cold detachment. Her heart raced.

Yosef was in charge. Saying nothing to Marianne, he grabbed her arm and told another one of the men to hold her. The man spun her around so her back was to him and covered her mouth with his other hand. Realizing she couldn’t breathe, she panicked, kicking and struggling for air.

The man holding her squeezed tighter and told her to be quiet. She kept struggling in his grasp and pulled the two of them closer to the door to the patio, which she had opened earlier.

Yosef opened a small pouch he was carrying and pulled out a syringe filled with clear liquid. He held it up to the light to be sure it was ready for use. When Marianne saw the needle, her panic ratcheted up and she fought frantically against the man holding her. She was gasping for air now. She freed one arm and started flailing at him. The other two men laughed as she fought against the man holding her.

“Help him hold her down,” Yosef barked at them.

Marianne grabbed a wine bottle from a table next to her and threw it at Yosef a few feet away. Her aim was true—she hit him on the head. He lurched back, dropping the syringe. Blood coursed down his forehead and into his right eye. Holding his head, he wavered and struggled to keep his balance. Stepping to his left, he accidentally crushed the syringe he had dropped.

He was enraged. She had destroyed the mission. His head was throbbing, the wound would need suturing. He looked around for an option.

“Off the patio. Throw her,” he barked to them. “Now. Quickly!”

They picked her up. She fought against them as hard as she could, kicking, arching her back, trying to break free with her arms. She was out of breath now, battling them while her chest was burning. Suddenly she was enveloped in cold as she saw the patio beneath her and the railing looming up. A scream welled up from inside her and suddenly she was free of their grasp. Her stomach flipped when she saw there was nothing under her and she felt the wind accelerating as she dropped. She braced herself just before she hit the parked car beneath her 2.3 seconds later at 51 miles per hour.


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Date Published: April 14, 2020

Publisher: Waterton Publishing Company

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The Org is set in the near future, when the effects of the global climate crisis are leading to food shortages, extreme deteriorating weather conditions, and increasing panic. After the mysterious murder of one of his followers, the leader of the EcoParty, Lee Beloit, uses his charisma, skill, and guile to transform his organization from a tiny cult-like party into a national movement, with fighting climate change as his platform. His polling numbers are way up, and his movement is growing exponentially, but he and his followers are in the fight of their lives, as President Leo Pine sends people to battle Org members in the streets. Beloit fights back, pushing his people to the breaking point. He decides the time is right to declare for the Democratic Party nomination for President.

But journalist Walt Jones is preparing to expose the fact that Beloit is protecting a killer. The NYPD is pulling search warrants to find out what Beloit’s campaign knows about the murder. After years of obscurity, Beloit is finally becoming a real factor in American politics, but he knows his campaign could collapse if this came out. He is determined not to let that happen. His top lieutenant, Juan Garcia, decides it’s time for him to act and initiates a plan to silence any threats to the campaign.

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I grew up in a political home in New York, where some of my first memories were of the older generations arguing about politics, meeting and supporting candidates, going off on freedom rides, and supporting Adlai Stevenson and the young nation of Israel. In my teens, in the 1960’s I learned from, and joined in, the political and cultural ferment of the time. I marched against the war in Vietnam, listened to Jean Shepherd on WOR and to WBAI until all hours, read Ray Bradbury and Ramparts, and ended the decade going to Woodstock in 1969, the summer I graduated from High School. After college, I spent a few years in a political group similar to the one fictionally depicted in The Org. After that, I got into broadcasting, married my wife Judy, and we had a daughter and two sons. We now have a grandson and live in Southern California.

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#CoverReveal “Winters’ Gift” by Florence Keeling ​

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A heart-warming, feel good romantic comedy.

‘I absolutely adored this book. It gave me all the feels! A charming read full of warmth and heart.’ ***** Kim the Bookworm

Bea Winters is in desperate need of a fresh start. Being bullied at work is not her idea of fun and she longs to follow her dream of becoming a published author. When an advert appears in her local paper to work in a publishing house in the sleepy village of Bloomsdale, it sounds too good to be true.

She strikes up an instant friendship with gorgeous aspiring author, Eddie Richards and her dashing millionaire boss Scott Summers

But all isn’t as it seems in the sleepy village of Bloomsdale.

How does the local clairvoyant know her name? Who does the little black dog that keeps appearing belong to and why does she keep bumping into the mysterious Charlie?

As she starts to unravel the truth, it seems that everyone in Bea’s life is keeping secrets.

An uplifting romantic comedy that will warm your heart – perfect for fans of Cathy Bramley, Milly Johnson and Carole Matthews.

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About Florence Keeling

Florence Keeling adopted for her pen-name her Great Grandmother’s name, chosen because of the shared birthday of April Fool’s Day.  She is married with two teenage chidren.  Born and raised in Coventry, England she now lives just outside in Nuneaton.  Reflected Destinies is her first novel.

Florence Keeling also writes for children under the name of Lily Mae Walters.