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Thursday, April 23, 2026

Book Blitz of A Chatter Of Bones & Baby's Breath by Suzanne Phillips. (#Contests.)

A Chatter of Bones & Baby’s Breath
Suzanne Phillips
Publication date: April 21st 2026
Genres: Young Adult

From acclaimed author Suzanne Phillips comes this compelling novella collection–gritty coming-of-age stories in narrative and verse that Kirkus Reviews calls “haunting and heartbreaking. . .an unflinching look at surviving trauma.”

A CHATTER OF BONES
Kaitlyn has come to rely on Olivia, the woman who rescued her from human trafficking, but is learning to trust her instincts and lean into her hard-earned strength. All of this will be challenged when a monsoon bears down on their remote spread, a mountain lion, flushed out of the surrounding hills by the weather, attacks, and human visitors push Kaitlyn to face her deepest fears.

BABY’S BREATH
Teen poet bares the geography of her heart and the “no care” foster care system as she mourns the mother she lost, releases dreams of reunification, and accepts that the only life she can live is the one in front of her.

Recommended for readers age 16+

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EXCERPT (Baby’s Breath):

TRAFFICK
The world is not safe for girls
Broken
Beaten
Forgotten
Sweetened
The world is not safe for girls
Not in twos
Or with mace
Not screaming for help
Or stony-faced
The world is not safe for girls
With pretty hair
Or pocked skin
With muffin top
Or perfect teeth
The world is not safe for girls
Not in your home or mine
Not in school
Or after
Not with two parents
Or none
There’s someone
Always waiting.
Stroked
Or snatched
Held by the hand
A picked flower
Sold
Bartered
Rented by the hour
Always someone waiting
In the shadows
Or under street lights
In the school cafeteria
At the family BBQ
A friend’s father
Favorite uncle
Colleague
Cop
Neighbor
Father
To prove
The world is not safe for girls.

Author Bio:

Suzanne Phillips is the author of YA fiction, the Nicole Cobain mystery series (writing as Emery Hayes), and upmarket fiction. For a peek into the writer's life and updates on book releases & events check out her website.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Book Blitz of Sins Of The Fire- Purgatorio by Phoenix Ward.(#Contests)

Sins of the Fire: Purgatorio
Phoenix Ward
(Sins of the Fire, #2)
Publication date: December 18th 2025
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult, Young Adult

The Church of New Haven extends its reach to those in need, however there are some lost souls that require more direct guidance, as their sins must be met with strong redirection. Thus, Jonah was created. Originally a man named M█████ ████, he contains over two-hundred thousand sinners. Until they reconcile with their offense to God, they are to fast and pray for their salvation for as long as it takes them to realize their folly, and call upon us.

The boy will be saved from the Dragon, even if he must waste away to understand their danger.

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EXCERPT:

This morning was a reminder that not only was sleep important, but so was waking up before 10am.

Between the heads of bed hair, scruffy clothes and flip-flops, there were black suits, floral dresses and sweet smelling perfume clouding the entrance of the store. Conversations were held in front of the doorway, carts were being pushed around like they were going out of style, and somehow that wasn’t the thing that made us second guess our trip to getting our travel items here. No, that all paled in comparison to the white van-bus with the words “Destiny Baptist Church”, written in Times New Roman on the side.

It wasn’t the church we had a problem with— it was the fact that it was Destiny, a local mega church that made their way through the doors. The same Destiny that would play on my grandmother’s radio, from preaching almost twelve hours of gospel to choirs capable of going seven octaves without any pause for breath. For whatever reason, they were here. Maybe it was some food-based event, or some donation cause, or maybe someone felt the ‘Holy Spirit’ invade them to help out a few families with groceries— either way, it was crowded. Worse yet, the congregants brought their kids too. One wrong turn with a cart and we’d be anointed with oil and made to play the burning bush. Imani and I both shared wary gazed with one another as the chatting church folk mingled with folks that just wanted to get their groceries.

I was the first one to take the initiative, but Imani was quick to hold me back from going too far.

“Hang on, no plan?” She asked, “We’re just going to go in?”

I shrugged, scooting aside as a family of three slipped past us. “Yeah. We just gotta make it through the doors. We’ll probably just grab baskets and split. When we’re done, we’ll meet right by the self-checkout, next to the gift cards.”

Her eyebrows looked like they’d fly away. She released her gentle hold of my arm. “I guess I shoulda known you’d know how to handle yourself, considering the stuff you dealt with.”

“Is it weird to admit that the cult shenanigans actually wilder compared to this?”

Imani sped ahead of me, playfully pushing me out of the way. “Just pray you don’t get lost in here!”

“Ah, pray! Good one.”

The doors opened, our opportunity for a clear entry inside revealed itself. With clergy folk standing by the door, we said our ‘Good mornings’ and kept it moving. Basket procured, we both split up and went our separate ways. I immediately made a beeline to the deli. Three pre-packaged sandwiches were perfect carry-on for the long trip. From there, I shot for the snacks aisle. Chips, protein bars, and those salty peanut butter cracker packages were all loaded up in the basket with haste. I said my ‘hello’s, and my ‘excuse me’s to any passerby, some people greet me, others regard me with a nod.

I wanted to be away from the churchgoers. They didn’t take up the store, but they were too permeated— too mixed in.

Too indistinguishable.

I wanted to pretend that everything was back to normal. That after all of the conflict, the fears, the crying, the fighting, things were safe again. Two months of nothing should have been enough to convince me, but I knew better. Every aisle I walked down, there was a body dressed in black or white—formal clothing or just plain clothes. Without touching Mysherra, I couldn’t tell which was a Havenite and which wasn’t. Even outside of the store, regular people, clerks, judges, beggars, anyone could be a Remnant out to get me, or one to watch me.

I put my hand in my pocket and stood in front of the line of power-drinks. My fingers grazed over the surface of the pen.

The hairs on my neck stood up. Goosebumps bristled along my arms. Piercing spheres of heat sandwiched both sides of my sides.

I didn’t dare turn my head—Peripherals attuned to the presence of two white-robed Remnants on opposite sides of the aisle.

“Kane.”

“I know.”

Slowly, I inched my arm out of my pocket, pen wedged between my fingers. They wouldn’t be able to fight me, not with eyes watching them from the ceiling. They didn’t want their secret to be discovered just as I didn’t.

“Do not acknowledge their presence,” Mysherra spoke to me, “Walk with me down the aisle.”

My legs walked me sideways. I didn’t want my back turned to either one of these things. The power drinks transitioned to the flavored powders. Flavored powders to sparkling sodas. Neither one of the beings made a move.

“Once you get close, fire me.”

Senses were screaming at me to run or fight the closer I got to the remnant. My heart was thudding against my ribs.

“Just a little closer.”

Light conjured at the tip of the pen. The burning spread along my entire right side.

“Okay, the fires should be quiet enough to—”

“Excuse me.”

Someone bumped against my back, cutting off my focus. “Ah, sorry about th—”

All I did was turn my head. I had seconds, milliseconds, microseconds to process the burgeoning man unlatching his jaw in front of me. Ropes of saliva separated a hollow light at the back of his throat. Flesh, wet, and acrid already surrounded me, sounds of the outside muffled by the remnant’s mouth closing behind me. I must have fired four times— twice to the ribcage roof of the mouth and twice towards the light. Footing vanished, the dark closed in, and the door to the outside slammed shut behind stone teeth.

And I fell.

Author Bio:

Phoenix Ward is an indie black writer, and educator from Philadelphia. He has worked in the field of education for over five years, teaching all grades Mathematics and English. When he’s not writing, he is composing music using Logic Pro X, or tutoring children on subjects they struggle in. Currently, he lives in Philadelphia with his dog and cat.

An avid world-builder, Phoenix has created many stories from youth to adulthood, but none have captivated him as much as his latest work Sins of the Fire, which combines his passion for storytelling with his deep understanding of human nature. He draws inspiration from the vibrant city life of Philadelphia and his own experiences as an educator, infusing his narratives with authenticity and depth.

In addition to his work as a writer and educator, Phoenix is committed to supporting young creatives in their journeys. He actively encourages students and adults alike to seek a way to create their own stories. Everyone has a message to share, and doing so in story is the best way to do so.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Interview of Dr. Omomaro Okekaro author of Home Is Where The Story Begins.(#Contests.)


 
Book Title:  HOME IS WHERE OUR STORY BEGINS by Dr. Omomaro Okekaro, PhD
Category:  Adult Fiction (18+), 436 pages
Genre:  Romance Fiction
Publisher:  WILLIAMS AND KING PUBLISHERS
Release date:   Nov 2025
Tour datesApr 20 to May 8, 2026
Content Rating:  PG + M. NO LANGUAGE, NO SEX SCENES.  BUT THEME IS MATURE INVOLVING SECRET FAMILY AND ROMANTIC AFFAIR 
 
 
Book Description:

When Eliza Thornton returns to the quiet English countryside after her mother’s death, she finds the Old Manor—her childhood home—standing as both a relic of her past and a mirror to her own fractured heart. What begins as a simple visit to settle her mother’s affairs turns into a haunting journey of rediscovery, as buried letters and unspoken truths draw her into the labyrinth of her family’s untold story.

Through the voices of memory and regret, Home Is Where Our StoryBegins explores the delicate threads that bind mothers and daughters, love and loss, silence and forgiveness.
As Eliza unravels the secrets her mother kept, she comes face-to-face with the echoes of generations—each one yearning to be understood, to be seen, to be free.

In the end, the Old Manor becomes more than a house; it becomes a place of reckoning, healing, and rebirth—a reminder that home isn’t just where we come from, but where we finally make peace with who we are.
INTERVIEW 

1. QUESTION: The Old Manor is described as both a relic of the past and a mirror to Eliza’s fractured heart. How did you approach writing the house as a living, emotional character rather than just a setting?

    ANSWER: I approached the Old Manor not as a backdrop, but as an extension of Eliza’s internal world almost as if the house itself had memory, breath, and a quiet consciousness shaped by everything it had witnessed.

From the beginning, I was less interested in describing the house in purely physical terms and more concerned with how it felt to inhabit it. Every creaking floorboard, every dim corridor, every room left untouched was written to reflect something unresolved within Eliza. The Manor became a container for what had been avoided—grief, silence, and unspoken history.

In crafting it as a living, emotional presence, I leaned into the idea that spaces absorb the lives lived within them. The Old Manor had held Eliza’s childhood, her mother’s longing, and years of absence. So when Eliza returns, she is not simply entering a building; she is re-entering a relationship. The house responds to her—not literally, but emotionally—through atmosphere, tension, and familiarity that feels almost intrusive.

I also used contrast deliberately. Certain parts of the house remain frozen in time, while others show decay or neglect. That duality mirrors Eliza’s own state—caught between who she was and who she has become. The Manor, in that sense, becomes a reflection of fragmentation, but also a space where reintegration is possible.

Importantly, I allowed the house to reveal itself gradually. Just as Eliza cannot confront everything at once, the Manor does not give up its story all at once. Rooms, objects, and hidden details act almost like emotional thresholds—each one inviting her deeper into truth.

Ultimately, writing the Old Manor as a character was about treating space as something relational. It holds, it remembers, it resists, and, in time, it allows healing. The house does not simply exist around Eliza—it participates in her journey back to herself.

2. QUESTION: The novel explores the delicate threads between mothers and daughters, love and loss. What inspired you to tell this story through buried letters and unspoken truths rather than direct confrontation?

     ANSWER: I chose buried letters and unspoken truths because the relationship between mother and daughter, particularly one shaped by distance, regret, or emotional restraint, is rarely lived out in direct confrontation. More often, it exists in what is withheld—in what could not be said at the time it mattered most.

In this story, the letters became a way of restoring voice where silence once dominated. They allow the mother to speak from a place she could not access while she was alive—free from fear, pride, or the limitations of the moment. In many ways, the letters are not just communication; they are confession, memory, and longing preserved in time.

Direct confrontation often demands readiness from both sides. But in fractured relationships, that readiness is uneven or never arrives. By using letters, I was able to create a space where truth unfolds gently, without resistance, and where Eliza can receive it at her own pace. This felt more authentic to the emotional reality of unresolved relationships, where understanding often comes too late for dialogue but not too late for meaning.

There is also something intimate about discovery. When Eliza reads these letters, she is not being told what to feel; she is uncovering it. Each revelation becomes personal, almost sacred, because it is earned through reflection rather than forced through confrontation.

On a deeper level, I was interested in how love can exist even when it is not expressed well. The unspoken truths in the novel reflect the limitations people carry—their fears, their generational conditioning, their inability to articulate emotion. The letters then become a bridge across that limitation, allowing love to be seen in retrospect, even if it was not fully felt in real time.

Ultimately, this approach allowed the story to honour both absence and presence at once. The mother is gone, yet her voice remains. The relationship is broken, yet still capable of repair—just in a different form.

3. QUESTION: Eliza unravels secrets her mother kept across generations. How did you balance the weight of those secrets with the novel’s ultimately hopeful message about forgiveness and peace?

     ANSWER: I treated the secrets not as plot devices to shock, but as emotional inheritances—things carried, often unconsciously, from one generation to the next. That framing changed the balance. The weight was not just in what was hidden, but in why it was hidden: fear, protection, shame, and, at times, a misguided form of love.

To keep that weight from overwhelming the narrative, I was careful to reveal the secrets with context. Each discovery Eliza makes is accompanied by a deeper understanding of her mother’s humanity. The goal was not to excuse what was done or left undone, but to make it legible. Once something is understood, it becomes less of a burden and more of a truth that can be held without breaking the person carrying it.

Pacing was also important. I did not allow all the revelations to arrive at once. Instead, they unfold in layers, giving Eliza—and the reader—time to absorb, resist, question, and gradually reinterpret what those truths mean. That space is where forgiveness begins to take shape, not as a single moment, but as a process.

I also resisted portraying forgiveness as immediate or sentimental. Eliza’s journey includes anger, confusion, and even a sense of betrayal. Those responses are necessary because they honor the reality of what was lost. Forgiveness, in this sense, is not about forgetting or minimizing the past; it is about releasing the hold it has on the present.

The hopeful tone emerges from this shift. As Eliza begins to see her mother not only as a source of pain but as a person shaped by her own limitations and history, something changes. The secrets lose their power to isolate and instead become points of connection—evidence of a shared, imperfect humanity.

Ultimately, I wanted the novel to suggest that peace does not come from uncovering a perfect truth, but from learning how to live with an honest one. Forgiveness, then, becomes less about reconciliation with the past and more about reclaiming the freedom to move forward without carrying its full weight.

4. QUESTION: The summary mentions ‘voices of memory and regret.’ How did you weave together past and present timelines, and what challenges came with writing from multiple generational perspectives?

     ANSWER: I approached structure as something fluid rather than strictly linear. The story moves between past and present in the same way memory works—triggered, layered, and often unexpected. A room, an object, or even a silence in the present becomes an entry point into the past. This allowed the timelines to feel organically connected rather than mechanically arranged.

The “voices of memory and regret” were shaped as distinct emotional registers. Eliza’s voice in the present carries immediacy—questions, resistance, and the need to understand. The mother’s voice, often expressed through letters or remembered fragments, carries reflection—what is seen more clearly in hindsight, what was felt but not expressed. The generational layer beneath them holds something quieter, almost embedded—a sense of inherited silence, patterns that were never named but deeply felt.

Weaving these voices together required careful modulation. I had to ensure that each voice retained its own texture without becoming repetitive or confusing. One challenge was avoiding over-explanation. When writing across generations, there is a temptation to clarify everything, but doing so can flatten the emotional depth. Instead, I allowed certain gaps to remain—spaces where the reader, like Eliza, must interpret and connect meaning.

Another challenge was maintaining continuity of emotional truth across time. Even though the characters exist in different periods, their experiences needed to feel connected in a way that was believable. This meant tracing not just events, but emotional patterns—how silence, longing, or restraint echoes from one generation to the next.

Pacing was also critical. Moving between timelines can disrupt momentum if not handled carefully. I used transitions that were anchored in feeling rather than chronology, so the reader moves because something resonates, not just because time has shifted.

Ultimately, the structure reflects the central idea of the novel: that the past is not separate from the present. It lives within it, shaping perception, relationships, and identity. The voices of memory and regret are not interruptions to Eliza’s story—they are part of its foundation.

5. QUESTION: Did any elements of Eliza’s journey—returning to a childhood home after loss—come from your own life or observations? How much of the story is autobiographical?

     ANSWER: Eliza’s journey is not autobiographical in a literal sense, but it is rooted in lived observation and emotional truth. The idea of returning to a childhood home after loss is something many people encounter at some point—whether physically or psychologically. What interested me was less the event itself and more the internal experience it creates: the confrontation between who we were, who we became, and what we left unresolved.

Much of the emotional landscape in the novel draws from that universal moment of reckoning. I have observed, both personally and through others, how spaces tied to our early lives carry a particular weight. They hold memory in a way that is not always conscious, and when we return, we are often met with versions of ourselves we thought we had outgrown. That tension—between distance and familiarity—became central to Eliza’s experience.

The mother-daughter dynamic, the presence of unspoken truths, and the gradual uncovering of family history are also informed by broader human patterns rather than specific personal events. In many families, there are stories that are partially told, emotions that are not fully expressed, and histories that are carried quietly across generations. I was interested in exploring how those silences shape identity and relationships over time.

Where the story becomes personal is in its emotional authenticity. While the characters and events are fictional, the feelings—grief, longing, confusion, the desire for understanding—are drawn from real human experience. That is where I allowed myself to be most honest.

So rather than being autobiographical, the novel is reflective. It gathers fragments of observation, emotional insight, and shared human experience, and shapes them into a narrative that feels true, even if it is not directly lived.

6. QUESTION: You write that each generation yearns ‘to be understood, to be seen, to be free.’ How does the Old Manor become a place of reckoning and rebirth for Eliza, not just a repository of pain?

     ANSWER: The Old Manor begins as a repository of pain because it holds everything that was left unresolved—memories, absences, and emotional truths that were never fully confronted. But I was intentional in not allowing it to remain fixed in that role. For Eliza, the house becomes a place of reckoning precisely because it does not let her remain distant from those truths. It draws her into them, slowly but persistently.

Reckoning, in this sense, is not a single moment of confrontation but a series of encounters. Each room, each object, each fragment of her mother’s voice asks something of her: to look again, to feel more honestly, to question what she believed to be final. The Manor becomes a space where denial is no longer sustainable. That is where the shift begins.

What transforms the house from a site of pain into a place of rebirth is Eliza’s changing relationship to what it holds. At first, she experiences the house as something oppressive—heavy with memory, almost resistant to her presence. But as she begins to understand the context behind those memories, especially through the letters and the unfolding family history, the same space starts to open. What once felt like accusation begins to feel like invitation.

I also approached rebirth through the idea of redefinition. The Manor does not change in a physical sense as much as it changes in meaning. Eliza begins to see it not only as the place where things went wrong, but as the place where truth can finally be acknowledged. In doing so, she reclaims both the space and her place within it.

Importantly, freedom in the novel is not about escape from the past, but about a new way of relating to it. The Manor becomes the environment where Eliza moves from inheritance to choice—where she can decide what she carries forward and what she releases.

By the end, the house is no longer just a container of history. It becomes a witness to transformation. It holds pain, but it also holds understanding. And in that balance, it allows Eliza not only to remember, but to begin again.

7. QUESTION: The final line says home is ‘where we finally make peace with who we are.’ What do you hope readers grappling with their own family secrets or unresolved grief will take away from this book?

     ANSWER: I would want readers to come away with a quieter, more grounded understanding of themselves—not necessarily with all the answers, but with a greater capacity to hold their own story without turning away from it.

For those grappling with family secrets or unresolved grief, the book is not offering a neat resolution. Instead, it suggests that understanding is often a gradual process. What we inherit—silence, pain, unanswered questions—does not have to define us in a fixed way. It can be examined, reinterpreted, and, over time, integrated into a fuller sense of self.

One of the central ideas I hoped to convey is that not everything will be explained, and not every wound will be fully repaired. But there is still the possibility of peace. That peace comes from seeing more clearly recognizing the

humanity in those who came before us, including their limitations, and allowing that awareness to soften the way we carry our own experiences.

I also wanted readers to feel that they are not alone in the complexity of their family history. Many people live with partial stories, with things that were never said or understood. The novel creates space for that reality without forcing it into a simplified narrative of blame or closure.

Ultimately, “home” in the book is less about a physical place and more about an internal state. It is the point at which a person can say: this is my story, with all its contradictions, and I can live with it without being defined by its pain. If readers can move even slightly toward that kind of acceptance—where they no longer feel the need to escape their past but can stand within it with clarity

 
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Meet the Author:

Omomaro Okekaro, PhD, is a distinguished writer, scholar, and storyteller exploring the depths of human nature, justice, and hidden truths. With a background in mental health counseling and spirituality, he crafts narratives that blend mystery, suspense, and introspection, offering readers a profound journey through the human experience.

Born in Igbuku, Midwestern Nigeria, Dr. Okekaro’s love for literature began early, nurtured by a family that valued education. Beyond writing, he is a mental health therapist and spiritual counselor dedicated to faith, resilience, and self-discovery themes.

His works include A Spirituality of Awareness, Lord, I Am in Trouble, The Last Journey, The Shadows in My Rain, Monroe’s Dark Business, The Story of Me, Home Is Where Our StoryBegins, and several unpublished manuscripts. When not writing, he enjoys family time and online Scrabble.

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Book Blitz of The Cardinal Code by Avery Sterling.(#Contests)

The Cardinal Code: Absolution
Avery Sterling
(The Cardinal Code, #2)
Publication date: April 17th 2026
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance

The Cardinal Code: Absolution continues the dark, seductive saga of the Cardinales—an elite society of vampires whose influence shapes governments, history, and the hidden world beneath human civilization.

Paislee Sullivan never wanted power. She only wanted Michael. But loving a man born into a secret dynasty of blood and control means standing in the shadow of everything he represents.

When Michael Chamberlain is summoned to London, he’s pulled into a political struggle rooted in ancient bloodlines and forbidden truths. As old laws are challenged and long-buried secrets begin to surface, Paislee finds herself no longer at the edge of his world—but at its center.

The deeper she is drawn into Cardinales society, the more dangerous her presence becomes. To some, she is leverage. To others, a threat. To Michael, she is the only thing that has ever mattered.

Bound by love and hunted by forces determined to preserve the Order’s control, they must confront a truth the Dominium has spent centuries suppressing.

Because some bloodlines were never meant to merge.

And loving each other may cost them everything.

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EXCERPT:

Paislee leaned her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“You didn’t look surprised by that envelope.”

“Because I wasn’t.”

“What is it?”

“An invitation,” he said, lacing his fingers through hers and brushing her knuckles with his lips.

Her head lifted. “An invitation for what?”

“To Etxe Bakarra.”

“What’s that?”

“A celebration they hold every year—but barely understand. It was hand-delivered. Required my signature. Which means I must attend or face consequences.”

She studied the envelope, running her fingers over its embossed seal. “It’s beautiful. What is Etxe Bakarra?”

“A celebration of unity. Of peace.”

“Are you required to attend every year?”

“No.”

“Then why now?”

“Because the harvest moon aligns with the autumn equinox. It’s incredibly rare.”

She blinked. “Harvest moon, autumn equinox . . . the Order sounds mystical.”

He chuckled. “It’s their favorite bedtime story.”

As the car hummed down the avenue, she turned the envelope over in her hands.

“You didn’t even open it.”

“I know what it says.”

“I’ll open it, then.”

Her eyes skimmed the elegant script inside. Then she paused. “Michael . . . why is my name on it?”

He went still.

“Right under yours. It says the invitation extends to ‘Michael Chamberlain and companion, Paislee Sullivan.’”

He reached over and took the invitation from her hands. His easy charm shuttered, replaced by something darker. Calculating.

Michael stared out the window for a long moment.

“They want to see you,” he said quietly.

Paislee frowned. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

A pause hung between them.

She rested her head against his shoulder, listening to the steady thud of his heart beneath the fine weave of his jacket. He didn’t speak again, but he didn’t have to. She could feel it in the way he held her hand tighter than before—the silent promise tucked into his touch.

Whatever this celebration meant, whatever game the Order was playing, she was now a part of it.

Author Bio:

Avery Sterling's love for the romance genre began in her teen years when she picked up her first novel. She was captivated by the sweeping scale of emotions brought about by the words. The experience catapulted her towards learning the art of wielding a breathtaking adventure, with a love that felt authentic. Wanting to inspire people with her own thoughts and words, she finished her first novel at sixteen. It was a step towards understanding the essence of what she wished to create.

Most of her youth was spent traveling, searching out the romance and beauty in her everchanging world. From the waves that crashed against the rocky shores of Downeast, Maine, to the warm breezes of the Caribbean, she discovered that love was universal, apparent in its grandest and simplest of forms. Her goal is to write novels an audience can relate to, one that conveys the truth and nature of love… with all that steamy romance.

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Book Blitz of A Tiny Little Favor by Peyton Banks.(#COntests)

A Tiny Little Favor
Peyton Banks
Publication date: April 17th 2026
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

From USA Today bestselling author, Peyton Banks, comes a steamy rom com about second chances, accidental families, and the most unexpected proposal of all.

He was supposed to be a one-night stand… Now she’s asking him for baby number two.

Five years ago, Tachina Winston made one impulsive decision—a one-night stand with her former client, Vic Maxwell. The result? The world’s cutest little boy and an unconventional but surprisingly seamless co-parenting setup. No drama, no strings, no regrets.

But Tachina has a tiny little problem…

She wants another baby.

Dating apps? Disasters. Blind dates? Even worse. There’s only one man she trusts enough to do this with again: Vic.

Vic isn’t looking for love after a messy breakup. But when Tachina proposes her plan, he can’t deny it—he’s tempted.

And if he agrees, it will come with one condition: he wants to experience everything he missed before.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

Because soon, things get complicated. They’re having adult spend-the-night dates, sharing kisses that last too long, and stirring up feelings neither of them expected.

Then Vic’s ex returns wanting him back, they are forced to decide: was this just a favor with benefits… or the beginning of something real?

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EXCERPT:

“Okay. What is going on? You’re in a mood!”

“A mood?” Tachina looked up from the menu at her longtime friend. There goes that nose of Addison’s. She had figured out that Tachina was keeping a secret.

“A mood. An energy. An aura. Something is going on in that big, beautiful head of yours.” Addison folded her arms across her chest and stared at Tachina.

“My head is not big,” Tachina muttered. She shrugged. “I’m just hungry.”

“Nope. That’s not it. You’ve got that look on your face. It’s the ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something ’expression.”

“Do I really have a ‘I’ve been thinking too much about something ’look?” Well, that was news to her. Tachina reached up and tucked her thick hair behind her ear.

“Yes, ma’am. Your forehead gets all serious. A long line appears across it.” Addison drew a line across her own forehead.

Tachina grimaced and waved her off. “Stop trying to read my face.”

“Just spill it already.”

Monica, one of their favorites waitresses, arrived at the table. She wore bright-pink lipstick, short pixie blonde hair, and had a personality big enough to fill the café. She pulled out her notepad and flashed them a grin.

“What can I start you with, darlin’? Tea? Coffee? Wine? A little Jack?” She chuckled and motioned to Addison and Tachina. “You two are over here whispering fierce, and by the looks of it, you should order the Jack.”

“It’s her.” Addison pointed to Tachina. “She’s the problem.”

“Woooow…” Tachina shook her head. How was she the problem?

“She sure threw you under the bus. Bless her heart. What’s wrong, babe?” Monica turned her kind eyes on Tachina. She had been working at The Iron Kettle for as long as Tachina and Addison had been coming there. She always tried to help and offer motherly advice. She was in her early sixties and didn’t bite her tongue when it came to nonsense.

“Nothing is wrong,” Tachina said quickly.

Two sets of eyebrows lifted at her.

Liars were rarely safe around women who made it their business to be in other’s people’s business. A best friend and a waitress were two of the most dangerous species to try to get away with something. They would figure it out.

“It’s no big deal,” Tachina stressed, but it seemed neither of them believed her.

“Well, I see she doesn’t want to talk in front of me. Let me take your order so she can spill her guts to you, Addy.” Monica turned to Addison who promptly gave her order.

Tachina glanced back down at the menu. Mind made up, she waited her turn.

“And Miss Tachina, what will you be having?”

“I’ll take the Reuben with extra cheese, extra mustard on the side, make sure they give me the biggest slice of pickle they have, and no chips, I’ll have the house fries instead, please.” She placed her menu back down on the table and again found two sets of eyes on her. She shrugged, unapologetic. “I said I was hungry. Oh, and for a drink, I’ll have a Diet Coke.”

“Really? A diet?” Addison muttered.

“Shut your face.” Tachina blew a kiss at her bestie who rolled her eyes at her.

“I don’t judge. I’ll get your order in and I’ll be back with your drink, babe.” Monica offered her a wink as she collected their menus. She spun on her heel and beelined it through the busy establishment.

“Okay. Now spill it.” Addison was not going to let up on her.

Tachina blew out a deep breath.

It was now or never.

Author Bio:

USA Today best selling author, Peyton Banks, is the alter ego of a city girl who is a romantic at heart. Her mornings consist of coffee and daydreaming up the next steamy romance book ideas. She loves spinning romantic tales of hot alpha males and the women they love. She currently resides with her husband and children in Cleveland, Ohio.

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