IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! Tourmentin:Rise of the House of Sepion Re-Release Day! (CHBB publishing) Rafflecopter Giveaway Event!

Hey guys just wanted to share that Tourmentin: Rise of the House of Sepion novella is re-releasing today  from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing! Woot so excited and hope you’ll check it out! It’s set in my most favorite locale New Orleans, so my hope is when reading the story, I can transfer even a little of the beauty and mystery I find in the city every time I visit!—Au revoir!




(The House of Sepion Series Book One)
Love is as strong as death while jealousy is cruel as the grave.
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 Official Tourmentin cover



‪#‎RafflecopterGiveaway‬ Celebrating Tourmentin’s release, I’m kicking off a Rafflecopter giveaway event! ‪#‎April27ththruMay27th‬.

Just click and enter for your chance at the Grand Prize Pack!
Winner will be chosen randomly by rafflecopter and this giveaway is not in anyway associated with Face Book.

The winner will be announced on Monday May 30th!

Grand Prize: TOURMENTIN PRIZE PACK: E-Copy of Tourmentin: Rise of The House of Sepion Novella, 1 (Taste of New Orleans (Cafe Du Monde Coffee And Beignet Mix Set – 1 Can Of Cafe Du Monde Coffee.) 1 $5 Amazon Gift Card



The xx – Angels is on Tourmentin’s playlist. Thought it a great backdrop to the twisted tale!  lol ‪#‎epiclove‬ ‪#‎epicdespair‬ ‪#‎hoperenewed‬

IndieWritersReview’s Music Monday Spotlight! Alternative Folk Rock music group Thao and the Get Down Stay Down!

Happy Music Monday! Today I’m excited to throw the spotlight on alternative folk rock music group Thao & the Get Down Stay Down!


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Thao & the Get Down Stay Down is a San Francisco, California-based (formerly Falls Church, Virginia) alternative folk rockmusic group. It consists of Thao Nguyen (vocals, guitar) and Adam Thompson (vocals, bass guitar, keyboards). Frank Stewart (lead guitar, production) and Willis Thompson (drums) are former members of the band. — Wikipedia


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IndieWritersReview Welcomes Author Jeanette Watts – Wealth and Privilege and Brains and Beauty – Virtual Book Tour! Excerpt Feature (RAVBT Tour)

Happy Wednesday All! Today I’m very excited that IndieWritersReview is hosting Author Jeanette Watts’Book One (Wealth & Privilege) and  Book Two (Brains & Beauty) as part of the author’s Reading Addiction Virtual book tour!


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Jeanette Watts is a dance instructor and performer of many different kinds of dance, a costumer, a former television producer, and a big softie who can’t learn to say no when people need help with their festivals. It makes it really difficult for her to get time to write.




Twitter: @JeanetteAWatts     

Purchase Links

Amazon: Wealth and Privilege:

Brains and Beauty:

Barnes and Noble:



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Book One (Wealth & Privilege)

Boy meets girl, falls in love at first sight. Oops, she’s already married. Bad planning. She becomes a friend and a muse, helps him find his voice. He knows that no one gets to capture their own muse, but he can dream, can’t he…?


A soft rumble of thunder sounded in the distance, and they both groaned.

“Just what we need,” Thomas observed.  “More water.”

“Well, I suppose thunder doesn’t necessarily mean more rain,” Regina answered hopefully.

It was an odd sort of thunder.  It took Thomas a moment to realize why.  Then it occurred to him that it was continuous, and getting louder, instead of fading away.

A strange black fog began to drift through the air.  They froze, staring at each other, listening.  The rumble increased like – what?  It was a cross between an oncoming train, and – and – Thomas imagined this must be what an avalanche must sound like.

Then he knew what was going on.  The South Fork dam had broken!

Before he could share his insight, Regina’s face changed.  She stared up Clinton Street, mouth open, eyes wide with horror.  She pointed, incoherent noises issuing from her throat.  Thomas turned, and nearly fell off their precarious little raft.

The source of the crashing rumble was a towering wall of debris moving toward them.  A misty black cloud hung in the air, occasionally obscuring the horrific sight.  A writhing mass of tree roots, rooftops, planks, railroad pieces and other metal parts tumbled over and over upon itself.

The rumble had clarified into a roar of screaming and crashing as the rapidly approaching behemoth rolled toward them.   They couldn’t outrun it, either on or off their little craft.  Regina pointed to the nearest building.  The brick corners were coined, laid unevenly enough to make a decent ladder.  Thomas understood without a word.  They poled their way across the watery distance, desperation giving them strength and speed.

Regina looked at him as they grabbed the corner of the building.  “You go first,” she shouted over the noise.

Thomas didn’t understand why, but this was no time to stand around arguing etiquette.  He stood up on the raft, found a foothold and handhold, and clambered up the side of the building.  He slowed his ascent to look down at Regina.

Gritting her teeth in determination, she was making slow progress.  Looking up, she caught his eye as he waited, uncertainly, for her.  “Don’t wait for me!  Go!”  He could barely hear her over the roar.

Frustrated and helpless, he climbed up onto the roof, then lay on his stomach so that he could reach back down towards Regina.  She was making better time, but he feared the wall of debris would reach the roof before she would.  He scooted forward, upside down on the pitched roof, caught hold of her wrist, and managed to bodily yank her onto the roof beside him.

“Why did you have me go first?” he demanded angrily.

“No reason we should both die,” she answered.

The words were no sooner out of her mouth then Thomas was absolutely certain they were both going to die.  With a grinding, crunching, screaming moan, the wave hit the building.



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Regina pounded the pavement from bank to bank, begging, taking out loans, laying awake night after night trying to figure out how she was going to keep everything afloat. As Tom had said, times were hard, businesses were failing daily.

Regina’s businesses would not have been among the ones in danger – if only Henry had seen fit to give her the benefit of the doubt. But eight years of marriage and one successful business arrangement after another meant less to him than the chemistry of male bonding.

As with every crisis she had faced thus far in her life, Regina gritted her teeth, and looked for the lesson to be learned. This time, she concluded that no one really listens to what you have to say. Telling people not to do something is pointless. They will do what they want. The people you trust most will let you down. Her parents had. Her husband had.

When Lucy returned from the ladies’ cloakroom, Regina excused herself and went in. After she’d deposited her cloak and retrieved her fan, she stared blankly at her reflection in the long mirror.

Her youngest sister Abigail was the cleverest seamstress in the States. Having a good dressmaker was a special sort of secret weapon. The more prosperous she looked, the less anyone would suspect how desperately close to ruin the Waring empire was.

She forced herself to smile and lifted her chin a little. “Attitude is everything, my girl,” she told herself. “Go in like a queen, not a pauper. Men will do favors for queens much more eagerly than they will for beggar girls. Abi can make you look like a queen; your job is to act the part.”


IndieReview Behind The Scenes’s Music Monday Spotlight! Singer/Songwriter Vanessa Carlton!

Happy Monday All! Today I would like to throw the spotlight on Singer/Songwriter Vanessa Carlton!

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Vanessa Lee Carlton (born August 16, 1980) is an American singer-songwriter. Upon completion of her education at the School of American Ballet, Carlton chose to pursue singing instead, performing in New York City bars and clubs while attending university. Three months after recording a demo with producer Peter Zizzo, she signed with A&M Records. She began recording her album, which was initially unsuccessful until Ron Fair took over.

Her debut single, “A Thousand Miles“, reached the top five on the Billboard Hot 100 in 2002. Her debut album, Be Not Nobody, followed and received a platinum certification in the United States. Her subsequent albums, Harmonium (2004) and Heroes & Thieves (2007), failed to match the commercial success of the first. She produced a fourth album, Rabbits on the Run (2011), independently before seeking a record label to release it. Carlton released a holiday EP titled Hear the Bells in November 2012, and released her fifth studio album, Liberman, on October 23, 2015.



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IndieWritersReview’s Spotlight! Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion Cover/Excerpt Reveal! (CHBB Publishing)

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Happy Thursday All! Check out the brand new cover for the upcoming RE-release of Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion coming from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing April 27th! Also check out an excerpt from the upcoming Southern Gothic romance. Plus hope you join in the fun by adding your support to the Tourmentin Thunderclap campaign which still needs six more supporters in order to reach a hundred percent!

Also enter the Tourmentin Taste of New Orleans Rafflecopter Giveaway for your chance to win the Grand Prize Packet!

Included in the TOURMENTIN PRIZE PACK: E-Copy of Tourmentin: Rise of The House of Sepion Novella, (Taste of New Orleans Gift Set (Cafe Du Monde Coffee And Beignet Mix Set) and 1 -$5 Amazon Gift Card. Giveaway is April 27th-May 27th. Click here to enter on April 27th: #RafflecopterGiveaway:




Thanks to the fabulous Author/Artist Rue Volley at CHBB Publishing for this incredible cover!

Official Tourmentin cover




Emile awakened again. At times, he was unaware of when he slipped into the velvety arms of darkness. He didn’t know if it were sleep or death grasping and toying with him, taking small pieces of him at a time. There was a point when he would have welcomed death.

Especially after losing his beloved Serafine…Serafine. He became fully conscious. He had her back, but Emile knew he was racing against time, and he would lose her again unless he could intervene. He sat up in his bedroom, wearing black trousers, but his chest was bare. The last thing he remembered was his love, and he was enmeshed in the memory of the night they made love in the bath. Emile sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He typically felt exhaustion when coming out of the blackness, but this time adrenaline flowed through Emile. He needed to think, to somehow reach his love.

Amant…lover, it has been a long time. Aucun titre ne contient le mot? Have you missed me?” Emile heard the sultry voice, which could heat a man’s blood. He felt his body react, although his mind repelled—Isadora.

“Aww…mon cher, will you not look at me? It has been so very long, so very…” Isadora said.

The black anger lying bottled within his heart awakened. Rage lifted its head like a serpent, poised and ready to strike. Emile stiffened as he glared at Isadora, the woman who stole his life.

Although his heart and mind belonged to Serafine, his body continued to react to the provocative woman standing before him. Isadora stood tall with strong, shapely legs that seemed never-ending. She was dressed in all modern clothing: black boots and black jeans molded to her thick, full thighs and curvaceous hips, along with a tight black tank top displaying her well-formed arms and bountiful bosom. Caramel skin and flowing waves of ebony curls reaching to the middle of her back completed her look.

He had not forgotten he once loved her, before he knew what love really was. Emile knew there could be sweetness to Isadora, as he had seen flashes in spite of the warnings of his father.

Once, when Emile had grown up and taken up with her, his father had come to his room. He remembered his father sitting on his bed and saying, “Son, I do not wish to know the details. I understand you are young, but you are now a man. I have walked the road you are walking down. There is beauty, but also danger and death as well. Please, son, allow your heart to lead you, not only your body.” His father left his room as quietly as he had come.

Not too long after, Serafine arrived at his home. Emile remembered his conversation with his father, and so he followed his heart. Emile knew he had not been completely fair to Isadora. Although a large part of himself continued to mourn what he and Serafine lost, there was a small but persistent part, which wondered if he were the one who had killed whatever may be good in Isadora. Ever since the night he rejected her, the night of his parent’s death, the question always returned. He never saw a glimmer of anything other than rage since then. Even when her words were used to entice, there was ice in Isadora’s eyes.

He looked at her and something clicked. The serpent within him raged, striking its enemy. Before he realized what was happening, he lunged at the witch woman, and with his hands around her throat, he threw her toward the bed, tumbling down with her.

With his hands still attached to her throat, he squeezed. Emile’s only conscious thought was to save Serafine—even if Isadora killed him—for he knew of her unearthly, supernatural power. He had to rid the world of this woman. That would be the only way to keep his beloved safe, even if he were to never have her in his arms again.

Isadora gasped, her eyes wide and staring straight at him. Her breasts heaved, but she did not struggle. Soon, Emile felt a piercing ice prick of pain sear through his brain. He screamed, and his body lunged back as he flew off the bed and against the opposite wall. The spasms echoed and magnified until he was no longer conscious of himself or anything else except misery. He was no longer Emile. His name was pain.




Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

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Michelle Cornwell-Jordan is a New Adult(18+)/Young Adult Author, who enjoys writing Paranormal, Dark Contemporary Fiction, Fantasy and Steampunk!:)

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IndieWritersReview’s Music Monday Spotlight! Electropunk-Italo disco Chromatics!

Happy Music Monday Guys! Today I’d like to throw the spotlight on ElectropunkItalo disco,  Indie-Rock band Chromatics!



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Chromatics is an American electronic music band from Portland, Oregon that formed in 2001. The band consists of Ruth Radelet(vocals, guitar, synthesizer), Adam Miller (guitar, vocoder), Nat Walker (drums, synthesizer), and Johnny Jewel (producer, multi-instrumentalist).

On December 4, 2014, the band announced their fifth studio album, Dear Tommy. The album was preceded by the singles “Just Like You”, “I Can Never Be Myself When You’re Around”, and “In Films”.

On February 3, 2015, Chromatics released the three-track single “Yes (Love Theme from Lost River)”, which is included in the trailer and soundtrack for Ryan Gosling‘s directorial debut, Lost River. The soundtrack was released on March 30 by Italians Do It Better, while the film was released on April 10.  In September the song “Shadow” was made available.  In November, Chromatics released seven cover versions of Cyndi Lauper‘s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”.


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