Friday, May 19, 2017

Kasper Mutzenmacher's Cursed Hat (+$50 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Kasper Mutzenmacher's Cursed Hat
Author: Keith R. Fentonmiller
Series: Life Indigo #1
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Format: Kindle
Genre: Magical Realism
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Berlin hatmakers threatened by a veil-wearing Nazi known as the “stealer of faces” must use the god Hermes’ “wishing hat” to teleport out of Germany during Kristallnacht. They won’t be safer in America, however, unless they break the curse that has trapped them in the hat business for sixteen centuries. Set in the Jazz Age, Nazi Germany, and World War II Detroit, Book One of the Life Indigo series is a family saga about the fluidity of tradition, faith, and identity. It will appeal to fans of Everything is Illuminated and The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay.
~Try an Excerpt!~
Klaus circled behind her chair. Isana set down the glass and sat stock-still. Only her growling stomach and the electric whine of the overhead lights broke the silence. Suddenly, an empty leather glove landed on the table. Seconds later, cool fingertips touched her neck and gently worked into the base of her skull.

“You are tense.”

“I wonder why.”

Klaus pressed harder into Isana’s flesh. His fingertips warmed, radiating heat into her muscles. As much as Isana resisted, she couldn’t deny his deft touch felt good. The stiffness in her neck melted in seconds.

No, she told herself. Don’t relax. Don’t let your guard down.

Isana tried to clench her muscles, but Klaus’s heat had already penetrated deep into her spine. He seemed to have latched onto her nerves, holding them like a marionettist would grasp puppet strings. Isana should’ve felt panic, relinquishing her volition to this monster, but his touch had suppressed that reaction as well. She was sleepy and light. Her body had lost substance. She had dissolved into the hot, stale air, or evaporated into the overhead lights. She was nothing at all.

When Klaus unhanded Isana, her corporeal nature returned. In her bewilderment, she momentarily worried her chair might give way under the weight of her body.
~Meet Keith!~
Keith is a consumer protection attorney for the Federal Trade Commission in Washington, D.C. Before graduating from the University of Michigan Law School, he toured with a professional comedy troupe, writing and performing sketch comedy at colleges in the Mid-Atlantic States. His short story, Non Compos Mentis, was recently published in The Stonecoast Review and nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His short story Exodus was just published in the Running Wild Anthology of Stories.


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 Keith will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Second Chance Marquess Blog Tour! (+$25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Second Chance Marquess
Author: Jessica Jefferson
Series: Second Chance #1
Pages: 162
Date Published: 2015
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing
Format: Kindle
Genre: Historical Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
When Wilhemina Turner’s younger sister runs off with a young Lothario, she has no choice but to turn to the notorious rake who broke his promise and her heart, for assistance. George Bartlett, the Marquess of Chesterton, hasn’t forgotten the woman who hurt him so many years ago, but can’t deny her request, knowing that his brother’s reputation, and fortune, is at risk. A series of misfortunes leave the straight-laced widow and committed bachelor stranded, sharing both close quarters and old secrets. But when morning comes, will this unlikely pair find a second chance at love?
~Try an Excerpt!~
He frowned. “They didn’t bring my bag, just Kittie’s trunk.”

“Oh?” He tried not to sound overly chipper.

Willie pulled out a pink colored gown – overwrought with frills and lace. “I’m afraid we’re built quite differently. I’m afraid this won’t do at all.”

He tried to remember Miss Marks’ figure. She was shorter than Willie, and a bit thinner if he was remembering correctly. “I’m sure you can make it work.” 

Willie dug through deeper and pulled out a blue dress. “I suppose I’ll have to, won’t I?”

“You don’t.”

She stopped what she was doing. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t have to. No one is making you put on clothes.”

Willie walked toward the dressing screen at the corner of the room. “You’re incorrigible, George.”

“It’s what women love about me,” he called back playfully.

He watched her silhouette through the screen. Her graceful shadow moved purposefully, unaware of the entertainment it provided. She reached up, the shadowed figure elongating, putting her curves in full display. She tossed the chemise over and instantaneously, he felt himself harden at the knowledge that she was completely nude behind that screen. It was maddening knowing the only thing separating himself from her was a thin paper barrier and a throbbing pain in his thigh rendering him incapable of walking.

George watched her shadow as she shimmied herself into the new gown, grinning like a fool as she struggled to pull the gown down over her hips and arrange it just so across her breasts.

A series of hushed expletives escaped from behind the curtain. Hardly the words one would expect to hear from such a wholesome widow.

“Is something the matter?” he asked casually.

She stepped out where he could see her. The hemline was a bit shorter than what was fashionable, which was to be expected given the height difference between the two, but it was the way the dress caught on her hips and clung to her bosom that left him speechless.

“It’s a bit snug,” she remarked, her voice timid.

Snug was an understatement. It was downright lewd as it pertained to her bosom. Perhaps finding the trunks wasn’t all bad after all.

 “I’ve seen worse,” he lied.
~Meet Jessica!~ 
Jessica Jefferson makes her home in Almost-Chicago with her husband, two young daughters, French bulldog Lulu, and English bulldog Pete. When she's not busy trying to find middle-ground between being a modern career woman and Suzy-Homemaker, she loves to watch "Real Housewives of [insert city here]" and performing unnecessary improvements to her home and property. 


Jessica writes Regency-era historical romance with a modern twist where she invites her readers to fall in love with romance again. 

Jessica will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Behind the Mask Blog Tour! (+$20 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Behind the Mask
Authors: Various
Series: Anthology
Pages: 290
Date Published: 2017
Publisher: Meerkat Press
Format: Kindle
Genre: Superhero! 
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
Behind the Mask is a multi-author collection with stories by award-winning authors Kelly Link, Cat Rambo, Carrie Vaughn, Seanan McGuire, Lavie Tidhar, Sarah Pinsker, Keith Rosson, Kate Marshall, Chris Large and others. It is partially, a prose nod to the comic world—the bombast, the larger-than-life, the save-the-worlds and the calls-to-adventure. But it’s also a spotlight on the more intimate side of the genre. The hopes and dreams of our cape-clad heroes. The regrets and longings of our cowled villains. That poignant, solitary view of the world that can only be experienced from behind the mask.
~Guest Post from Chris Large!~
Forged in Fire
In an age where social media heaps praise upon individuals simply for performing acts of common decency, it’s a sad-but-true fact that the bar for being labelled a “hero” has never been lower. I might be called a hero merely for dragging a stranded cat from a tree, or guiding a lost child to their parent or guardian. While such acts are commendable, they’re hardly heroic. I didn’t put my life in danger for that cat. I didn’t do anything I wouldn’t expect of the next person for the child. One isolated act of kindness a hero does not make. In fact, according to the above criteria, an axe murderer, or sexual predator, might equally be labelled a hero should they happen to express a moment of sympathy for a terrified feline.


A true hero puts the hope, the needs, even the lives of others ahead of their own. She sticks her neck out. She stands up for what’s right and puts it all on the line, with no expectation of praise or reward. She doesn’t do these things once or twice. She does them EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Like many, my first heroes were my parents. Parents are those most wonderful of creatures whose job it is to devote themselves to making life better for someone else. My parents gave up evenings to watch me play basketball, and weekends to take me to cricket. They encouraged me when I need it, and taught me some hard lessons along the way. A lot of being a parent isn’t pleasant, or pretty. It can be damned hard work. But as a child I didn’t see it. I made assumptions about my folks that may not have had any basis in fact: like they would always be there, and they would always sacrifice for me. 

And as a child, I very rarely said “Thanks”.

When it came time for me to assume the mantle of parent, some fatal flaw in my character caused me to completely disregard all of the above. In fact I still recall a conversation between my then wife and I:
“Having children won’t change us,” she said. “We’ll be the same people,” she said. “We can keep doing what we’re doing. There’ll just be more of us.”
“Sure,” I’d agreed, because having kids was just a thing everyone did, right? “We won’t change. Pass the salt?”
Oh, how I laugh when I recall that conversation. Not just a little chuckle mind, but a gut-busting, “HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!” that ends with tears rolling down my cheeks. 

For three years I could only work part-time, or not at all. I took the kids to library readings, mother’s groups (at which I stood out like proverbial dog’s balls), and lugged them about in shopping centres on an almost daily basis. Before my children came along I’d had a high-pressure job, complete with high-pressure boss, but he proved to be a pussy-cat next to my new tiny task-masters. I had never worked so hard in my life.

I have nothing but respect for mums and dads around the world who are prepared to drop everything at a moment’s notice and come running to the rescue, every single day. Who delay, set-aside, and sometimes even give up on their own dreams to ensure those of their children become a reality. Because there are times in our lives when we can’t be the heroes of our own story, when we have to let others take centre stage. 

My first heroes were my parents, and I’ve done my darnedest to be the same for my children. Not only because I wanted to, but because children force us to consider others before we think of ourselves. The bottom line is, if parenthood doesn’t change you, you’re doing it wrong. 

My story, “Salt City Blue,” in Meerkat Press’ Behind the Mask, is the story of Helen Marshal, CEO and managing director of a huge corporate machine. She had considered parenthood once, but dismissed it as a young woman’s pipe-dream. Now, as a thirty-eight-year-old career businesswoman, it’s about to come upon her in a way she never could have anticipated. 

Thus heroes are forged.

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Salt City Blue by Chris Large
“Skyball did what?” I said, unable to believe my ears.

My logistics manager took a deep breath. “He seriously damaged our lunar transit depot. It was an accident, Ms. Marshal. I believe he was trying to defend it. But you know how he loves to grandstand.”

“And what have you done about it, Martin?”

I was going easy on Martin. He was the closest thing I had to a friend.

“What could I have done?” Fine beads of sweat had begun to form on his furrowed brow. “He’s Skyball!”

Genevieve, my personal assistant, and Laura, a pale young graduate she’d recently hired, stood by the conference room’s floor-to-ceiling windows gazing out on a typically grey Salt City afternoon.

“You’re my second in command, Martin,” I said. “I expect you to manage situations like this.”

“Ms. Marshal,” said Martin. “With respect, no one could have managed this . . . including you.”

Martin realised his mistake the moment the words were out of his mouth, but it was a moment too late. I rarely tolerated excuses, and even rarer were the times I admitted to being personally incapable of doing my job.

“For Chrissakes, Martin!” I cried. “What the hell am I paying you for?”

Martin sighed, “I really don’t know, Ms. Marshal. You seem perfectly capable of running the company without advice from me. . . or anyone for that matter.” He glanced toward Genevieve and Laura, who continued to studiously ignore him. Beyond the windows, neon-painted mist crawled sluggishly between the city’s edifices of glass and steel.

“This isn’t about them!” I cried. “I’m talking to you. You’re gutless, Martin. You’re a plodder. You wouldn’t recognize a hot prospect if it sat on your fat, fucking face! Now get out of my sight. I never want to see you again. You’re fired!”

Martin’s eyes snapped wide. He’d expected a tongue lashing but he clearly hadn’t expected to lose his job. Neither had I intended to fire him. That’s just the way it goes sometimes.

Martin’s face drained of colour. “You mean . . .”

“I mean get out!” I screamed, thumping the table with a clenched fist.

I waited for the sound of his departing footsteps to die a slow death and swivelled toward Genevieve and Laura.

“Now Laura, can you please remind me what the hell it is you do here? And why I shouldn’t just fire your ass right now as—”

But something caught my attention beyond the bullet-proof window-glass. A small, man-shaped speck shot soundlessly through the dark mist in the distance, lit intermittently by spotlights from the towers above.

“Jesus,” I said, jumping from my chair. “It’s the man of the hour. Look at the sonofabitch go.”

I pushed past the two women and stood with my face so close to the glass it began to fog over, anger radiating from my skin in waves. “I wonder who he’s going to bankrupt this time?” I muttered. “Thank God we don’t have any material assets downtown.”

As he cut through the rain and clouds, a vapour trail billowed out from a point behind his feet, a ghostly after-echo in the evening air. We’d all seen Skyball survive lightning strikes, rocket strikes, and meteor strikes on news vids. He had no known weakness, except perhaps Crimson Reign, Salt City’s perennial enemy and Skyball’s arch nemesis.

News media had linked the pair romantically. Some went as far as to suggest Skyball and Crimson Reign were the last of their kind, survivors from a dying planet who’d escaped and found their way to Earth, destined to be together, doomed to be apart.

“One of Crimson Reign’s giant robots is causing havoc at the Mendelsohn Center,” said Genevieve, touching her earpiece. “Twenty stories high with death-ray vision.”

I sighed. No matter what Salt City’s inhabitants thought of them, Skyball and Crimson Reign were the real players in town. The rest of us were just supporting cast.

“Um . . .” Laura’s eyes were huge behind wire-framed glasses.

“What is it, Laura?”

“Ms. Marshal, your skin. It’s . . . glowing.”

~Meet the Authors!~ 
Kate Marshall lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and several small agents of chaos disguised as a dog, cat, and child. She works as a cover designer and video game writer. Her fiction has appeared in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Crossed Genres, and other venues, and her YA survival thriller I Am Still Alive is forthcoming from Viking. You can find her online at katemarshallwrites.com.

Chris Large writes regularly for Aurealis Magazine and has had fiction published in Australian speculative fiction magazines and anthologies. He's a single parent who enjoys writing stories for middle-graders and young adults, and about family life in all its forms. He lives in Tasmania, a small island at the bottom of Australia, where everyone rides Kangaroos and says 'G'day mate!' to utter strangers.

Stuart Suffel's body of work includes stories published by Jurassic London, Evil Girlfriend Media, Enchanted Conversation: A Fairy Tale Magazine, Kraxon Magazine, and Aurora Wolf among others.  He exists in Ireland, lives in the Twilight Zone, and will work for Chocolate Sambuca Ice cream. Twitter: @stuartsuffel

Michael Milne is a writer and teacher originally from Canada, who lived in Korea and China, and is now in Switzerland. Not being from anywhere anymore really helps when writing science fiction. His work has been published in The Sockdolager, Imminent Quarterly, and anthologies on Meerkat Press and Gray Whisper.

Adam R. Shannon is a career firefighter/paramedic, as well as a fiction writer, hiker, and cook. His work has been shortlisted for an Aeon award and appeared in Morpheus Tales and the SFFWorld anthology You Are Here: Tales of Cryptographic Wonders. He and his wife live in Virginia, where they care for an affable German Shepherd, occasional foster dogs, a free-range toad, and a colony of snails who live in an old apothecary jar. His website and blog are at AdamRShannon.com.

Jennifer Pullen received her doctorate from Ohio University and her MFA from Eastern Washington University. She originally hails from Washington State. Her fiction and poetry have appeared or are upcoming in journals including: Going Down Swinging (AU), Cleaver, Off the Coast, Phantom Drift Limited, and Clockhouse

Stephanie Lai is a Chinese-Australian writer and occasional translator. She has published long meandering thinkpieces in Peril Magazine, the Toast, the Lifted Brow and Overland. Of recent, her short fiction has appeared in the Review of Australian Fiction, Cranky Ladies of History, and the In Your Face Anthology. Despite loathing time travel, her defence of Dr Who companion Perpugilliam Brown can be found in Companion Piece (2015). She is an amateur infrastructure nerd and a professional climate change adaptation educator (she's helping you survive our oncoming climate change dystopia). You can find her on twitter @yiduiqie, at stephanielai.net, or talking about pop culture and drop bears at no-award.net

Aimee Ogden is a former biologist, science teacher, and software tester. Now she writes stories about sad astronauts and angry princesses. Her poems and short stories have appeared in Asimov's, Fantasy & Science Fiction, Daily Science Fiction, Baen.com, Persistent Visions, and The Sockdolager.
Nathan Crowder is a Seattle-based fan of little known musicians, unpopular candy, and just happens to write fantasy, horror, and superheroes. His other works include the fantasy novel Ink Calls to Ink, short fiction in anthologies such as Selfies from the End of the World, and Cthulhurotica, and his numerous Cobalt City superhero stories and novels. He is still processing the death of David Bowie.
Sarah Pinsker is the author of the 2015 Nebula Award winning novelette "Our Lady of the Open Road." Her novelette "In Joy, Knowing the Abyss Behind" was the 2014 Sturgeon Award winner and a 2013 Nebula finalist. Her fiction has been published in magazines including Asimov's, Strange Horizons, Lightspeed, Fantasy & Science Fiction, and Uncanny, among others, and numerous anthologies. Her stories have been translated into Chinese, French, Spanish, Italian, and Galician. She is also a singer/songwriter with three albums on various independent labels and a fourth forthcoming. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland with her wife and dog. She can be found online at sarahpinsker.com and twitter.com/sarahpinsker.

Carrie Vaughn is best known for her New York Times bestselling series of novels about a werewolf named Kitty, who hosts a talk radio show for the supernaturally disadvantaged, the fourteenth installment of which is Kitty Saves the World.  She's written several other contemporary fantasy and young adult novels, as well as upwards of 80 short stories.  She's a contributor to the Wild Cards series of shared world superhero books edited by George R.
R. Martin and a graduate of the Odyssey Fantasy Writing Workshop.  An Air Force brat, she survived her nomadic childhood and managed to put down roots in Boulder, Colorado.  Visit her at www.carrievaughn.com.

Cat Rambo lives, writes, and teaches atop a hill in the Pacific Northwest. Her 200+ fiction publications include stories in Asimov’s, Clarkesworld Magazine, and The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. She is an Endeavour, Nebula, and World Fantasy Award nominee. Her second novel, Hearts of Tabat, appears in early 2017 from Wordfire Press. She is the current President of the Fantasy and Science Fiction Writers of America. For more about her, as well as links to her fiction, see http://www.kittywumpus.net

Keith Frady writes weird short stories in a cluttered apartment in Atlanta. His work has appeared in Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology, Literally Stories, The Yellow Chair Review, and The Breakroom Stories.
 The authors will be awarding a $20 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Blog Tour! Social Media Just for Writers (+$50 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Social Media Just for Writers
Author: Frances Caballo
Series: Just for Writers
Pages: 231
Date Published: 2017
Publisher: ACT Communications
Format: Kindle
Genre: Nonfiction
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours
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Synopsis:
You wrote your book and sold copies to everyone you know. But you have goals that extend beyond a few dozen copies sold.
How do you achieve your dream of selling books around the world? With social media, you can build your platform and reach readers in locales you never imaged possible before. In this book, you’ll learn how to:


  • Create a Facebook fan page and actively engage with your readers.
  • Optimize your LinkedIn profile.
  • Tackle Instagram, Tumblr, and Snapchat.
  • Build and optimize Pinterest pinboards for SEO to maximize exposure of your books, blog, and other landing pages.
  • Improve your blogging.
  • Excel on Twitter.
  • Create images for your blog and social media posts.
The second edition of Social Media Just for Writers is both a primer for authors new to social media and an advanced study of platforms that weren’t widely known four years ago. Whether you write romance, historical fiction, young adult, or steam punk novels, you’ll find help in reaching your online audience of new and dedicated readers.

~Try an Excerpt!~
Not Sure How to Approach Social Media? CARE about Your Readers

Among all the rules you’ll find online – the 80/20 rule (only 20% of your posts should be about your books or blog posts while 80% of your posts should contain content from other sources), the admonitions against using social media as a bullhorn, the warnings about over automating – there’s also an unspoken tenet.


This tenet isn’t a rule that comes up on the blogosphere. Instead, it’s more of a system of approach and an acronym that I created while preparing for the San Francisco Writers Conference.


If you follow the approach I’m about to explain, you can be sure that the time you spend on social media will generate the type of engagement with readers that you want to have.


Once you start to use social media, be prepared to CARE about people. I know that it seems evident to care about people online but give me a moment to break down the acronym.


C - Communicate with your readers.
A - Answer your readers’ questions.
R - Relate to your readers.
E - Educate with stellar content.


And most of all simply care about people.


Joanna Penn devised the term social karma. As she explains it, if you want book sales, buy books. If you want book reviews, write reviews for all of the books you read. If you want people to like your Facebook page or follow you on Twitter, like your readers’ and friends’ Facebook pages and follow them on Twitter.


Reciprocate actions. And just as you might offer money to a homeless stranger, smile at a person walking down the street, or invite a new family from your church over for tea or dinner, take the types of actions online that will help you to get to know the people who follow you and want to connect with you.


In other words, be kind online. Be inquisitive. Be responsive. Be open to meeting people and revealing parts of your life.


Let’s look more closely at CARE.

~Meet Frances!~ 

Frances Caballo is an author and social media strategist and manager for writers. She’s a regular speaker at the San Francisco Writers Conference. In addition, she’s a contributing writer at TheBookDesigner.com, and blogger and Social Media Expert for BookWorks. She’s written several social media books including The Author’s Guide to Goodreads and Social Media in 30 Minutes a Day. Her focus is on helping authors surmount the barriers that keep them from flourishing online, building their platform, finding new readers, and selling more books. Her clients include authors of every genre and writers’ conferences.
 Frances will be awarding a $50 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Monday, May 8, 2017

Solo Book Blast! +($25 Amazon GC Giveaway!)

Title: Solo
Author: Lauren E. Rico
Series: N/A
Date Published: 2017
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Format: Kindle
Genre: Romance
Source: Goddess Fish Blog Tours

Synopsis:
When graduate student Katherine Brenner walked into my class, I couldn’t stand her -- all perfect skin and big, blue eyes -- just like the woman who broke my heart.

If it wasn’t for that blizzard, if her car hadn’t broken down outside my house, if she hadn’t looked amazing by the firelight, I never would have kissed her. No matter how hard I try, every excuse I make not to see her comes up flat.

I can’t stop thinking of her lips. Or the way her curves fit perfectly in my hands. There’s a million reasons why this won’t work. I’m her professor. It’s against university policy.

And if this gets out, I could lose everything.
~Try an Excerpt!~
I hear the creak of the bathroom door behind me and there’s a palpable shift in the room as he enters. Then I feel his hand on my shoulder. It just makes me cry harder. And then he is there, on the floor with me, pulling me up against his chest with strong arms. I shake my head no. I don’t want this. But I do. I don’t need this. But I do. And, somehow, this awful, mean, arrogant man seems to know this already.

With my face buried in his sweatshirt, I just cry and cry until the only thing left is the sound of my dry, hiccupping, heaves and sniffling nose. He’s patting my back, rubbing my arms and shushing me softly.

Oh. My. God.

This is my worst nightmare, and then some. I sit up, abruptly, trying to wipe my sodden face with my hands, not looking at him. I can’t look at him.

“I’m sorry,” I say in a hoarse whisper.

Drew Markham gets to his feet and holds out a hand for me to take. I do, still not able to meet his gaze. When I’m upright once more, he turns away from me and briefly runs the water in the sink.

“Here,” he says, cupping my chin in his hands gently, trying to direct my face to his. I stare at the floor and shake my head. “Please? Katherine?”

When he says my name, it’s so unexpected that my head jerks up. He reaches toward my face and I just close my eyes, allowing him to press the wet, cool facecloth to my skin. When I open my eyes again, he’s smiling. But not any smile I’ve ever seen in his limited repertoire of pleasant expressions. It’s shocking. And disarming. And sexy as hell.
~Meet Lauren!~ 
Lauren Rico was going to be principal French horn of the New York Philharmonic. That was HER plan, anyway. The New York Philharmonic had no idea of her intentions, and that's probably a good thing, since she wasn't an especially good French horn player!

Lauren was, however, an exceptionally good classical music radio host. Calling herself a "Classical Music Reanimator," she has made a career of demystify classical music for her audiences by taking it off a dusty old pedestal and putting it into a modern context. 

It's only been over the last couple of years that Lauren has discovered a passion for writing, which she's managed to combine with her love and knowledge of the classical music world.


You can hear Lauren Rico on SiriusXM's Symphony Hall Channel; on WQXR and WSHU-FM in the New York City metro; WSMR in Tampa/Sarasota, FL; WDAV in Charlotte, NC and KMFA in Austin, TX
 Lauren will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.