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The Lachesis Publishing Book of the Week is For a Short Time  (New Adult contemporary romance) by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes.

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For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late?

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .99 OR on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

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Our LACHESIS PUBLISHING DEAL OF THE WEEK is For a Short Time  (New Adult contemporary romance) by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes.

Get For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing  ONLY .99 CENTS.

OR on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late . . .

EXCERPT:

“It can’t be over between us, all the signs were there for you to finally be the right one for me,” Keri insisted.

“What signs?” Keith asked.

Keri stared into his shadowy face. Clinging tatters of mist drifted across it, obliterating his eyes for one moment, his mouth the next moment. The fog was cool and clammy to the skin in the dismal mist.

“The signs,” said Keri. “You know, the signs.” But, suddenly, she couldn‘t think of a one.

He turned his back on her, and began to fade away into the mist.

“Keith, come back!” Keri said. “I‘ll remember them, I know I will. It‘ll make a difference!”

But Keith continued to shrink into the fog. Soon he was only a dark patch in the distance, then that was swept away by the wisps of lonely swirling mist.

Keri was left in silence. A silent world of emptiness and chill.

“Keith . . .” she whimpered, “come back, I need you . . .” Only silence.

Keri heard her heart beating against her chest.

“Keith.” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her knees went weak, and she sunk into the ground. “Don‘t leave me, I need you, don‘t leave me.”

“Straighten up, Keri,” came a voice behind her.

“What—who?” Keri asked, and slowly turned around. It was clearer where he stood, almost as though the sun was ready to break through the mist that was strangely falling away from him.

Jeremy.

“Please, stand up,” Jeremy said again. Something about the tone of his voice, oddly authoritative yet gentle at the same time, made Keri gather her strength and stand.

“Come here,” Jeremy said, and held out his hand. “

Keith left me,” Keri sobbed, but found herself drawing nearer to Jeremy. He seemed spectral as she stared at his hand, his comforting hand, and it drew her closer. When she reached him, she took his hand, and he pulled her close.

A jolt of something indescribable, joy mixed with peace and an incredible calmness pulsed through her at Jeremy‘s touch. He held her hand tighter, pulled her closer, and Keri began to quiver as she found herself face to face with Jeremy, gazing into wonderful eyes radiating a calm assurance and wisdom she had never before encountered. Heat raced through her and her legs became weak.

Jeremy‘s eyes glimmered. It paralyzed her to stare into them. Those eyes seemed to search into hers, gently probing, as though trying to connect with her soul. Keri became lightheaded, intoxicated, the poison of Keith‘s rejection now drained away.

“You‘re going to be all right now,” Jeremy said, and his voice seemed to roll like thunder and yet felt like a breathy whisper at the same time. It echoed as he continued, and suddenly the fog parted and a warming blaze of sun fell across them.

“I‘ll stay with you,” said Jeremy. “You don‘t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally be yourself.”

Those words flowed through Keri in cascades of relief. Finally, finally she felt it. She couldn‘t quite grasp what it all meant, but a weight had lifted.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeremy,” Keri said, gulping in great breaths of air. “What would I do without you? You‘re the one I need, you‘re the one I was meant for all along”

At those words, Jeremy smiled. Keri‘s eyes strayed toward his lips, and lingered there. His mouth smiled, his eyes smiled, and Keri was sure his heart smiled, too.

And so did she. Keri let go of his hand, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. When they fully connected, the warmth of their touch was explosive, and Keri could scarcely control herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly, tantalizingly, his lips were pressed against hers. She gasped inwardly as the warmth and movement of his kiss sent shivers down her spine and into her toes. At first Jeremy‘s kiss was sweet and gentle, but as it became more urgent, its passion leached all of the strength from Keri‘s limbs until she was practically hanging limp in his embrace.

All she could think was—how did he learn to kiss like this? Was it the way it was supposed to be when two people were genuinely . . . in love?

No—it couldn‘t be! Jeremy was just her dear friend, like a brother, really.

Yet . . .

“Aunt Keri, get up!” said a wee voice far, far away. “You promised to play opera lady with me this morning.”

“What?” Keri moaned.

There was a soft shaking on her shoulders. “Aunt Keri, Keri, get up, sleepyhead! Take the pillow off your face.”

Reality crawled back to Keri in a lazy wave. Jeremy‘s embrace vanished, and the scene dissipated into fragments as Keri awoke, reluctantly pulling herself from the dream. Only a dream.

“Jutht a minute, Kate,” Keri mumbled. “Have thum patienth.”

“What?” Katie asked. “You sound weird.”

“It‘th the pirrow on ma face,” Keri said, rising slowly as she removed the pillow. “I like ta thleep like dat.”

Keri noticed the oddity just as Katie‘s eyes bulged at her.

“What‘s wrong with your face?” Katie cried.

Keri‘s hand flew to the right side of her face, which felt heavy and numb. It seemed dragged down, contorted. She could barely see out of her right eye.

“There‘s drool coming out of your mouth, just like Rover‘s,” said Katie. “I think your pillow got too heavy! It melted your face!”

Keri tried to gasp, but her mouth would not work correctly. It seemed weights were pulling her lip down on the right side, making it lopsided.

Dear Lord . . . had she had a stroke?

She flung off her blankets, twisted to the side of her bed, and sat up. It seemed her right arm worked fine, as well as her leg. And she could think clearly. But the horrified look on her niece‘s face confirmed the frightening fact that something was drastically wrong.

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .99 OR on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

Like our Lachesis Publishing page on facebook. Follow us on twitter.

Our LACHESIS PUBLISHING DEAL OF THE WEEK is For a Short Time  (New Adult contemporary romance) by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes

GET IT FOR .99 CENTS (or less) at Lachesis Publishing  or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late . . .

EXCERPT:

“It can’t be over between us, all the signs were there for you to finally be the right one for me,” Keri insisted.

“What signs?” Keith asked.

Keri stared into his shadowy face. Clinging tatters of mist drifted across it, obliterating his eyes for one moment, his mouth the next moment. The fog was cool and clammy to the skin in the dismal mist.

“The signs,” said Keri. “You know, the signs.” But, suddenly, she couldn‘t think of a one.

He turned his back on her, and began to fade away into the mist.

“Keith, come back!” Keri said. “I‘ll remember them, I know I will. It‘ll make a difference!”

But Keith continued to shrink into the fog. Soon he was only a dark patch in the distance, then that was swept away by the wisps of lonely swirling mist.

Keri was left in silence. A silent world of emptiness and chill.

“Keith . . .” she whimpered, “come back, I need you . . .” Only silence.

Keri heard her heart beating against her chest.

“Keith.” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her knees went weak, and she sunk into the ground. “Don‘t leave me, I need you, don‘t leave me.”

“Straighten up, Keri,” came a voice behind her.

“What—who?” Keri asked, and slowly turned around. It was clearer where he stood, almost as though the sun was ready to break through the mist that was strangely falling away from him.

Jeremy.

“Please, stand up,” Jeremy said again. Something about the tone of his voice, oddly authoritative yet gentle at the same time, made Keri gather her strength and stand.

“Come here,” Jeremy said, and held out his hand. “

Keith left me,” Keri sobbed, but found herself drawing nearer to Jeremy. He seemed spectral as she stared at his hand, his comforting hand, and it drew her closer. When she reached him, she took his hand, and he pulled her close.

A jolt of something indescribable, joy mixed with peace and an incredible calmness pulsed through her at Jeremy‘s touch. He held her hand tighter, pulled her closer, and Keri began to quiver as she found herself face to face with Jeremy, gazing into wonderful eyes radiating a calm assurance and wisdom she had never before encountered. Heat raced through her and her legs became weak.

Jeremy‘s eyes glimmered. It paralyzed her to stare into them. Those eyes seemed to search into hers, gently probing, as though trying to connect with her soul. Keri became lightheaded, intoxicated, the poison of Keith‘s rejection now drained away.

“You‘re going to be all right now,” Jeremy said, and his voice seemed to roll like thunder and yet felt like a breathy whisper at the same time. It echoed as he continued, and suddenly the fog parted and a warming blaze of sun fell across them.

“I‘ll stay with you,” said Jeremy. “You don‘t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally be yourself.”

Those words flowed through Keri in cascades of relief. Finally, finally she felt it. She couldn‘t quite grasp what it all meant, but a weight had lifted.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeremy,” Keri said, gulping in great breaths of air. “What would I do without you? You‘re the one I need, you‘re the one I was meant for all along”

At those words, Jeremy smiled. Keri‘s eyes strayed toward his lips, and lingered there. His mouth smiled, his eyes smiled, and Keri was sure his heart smiled, too.

And so did she. Keri let go of his hand, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. When they fully connected, the warmth of their touch was explosive, and Keri could scarcely control herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly, tantalizingly, his lips were pressed against hers. She gasped inwardly as the warmth and movement of his kiss sent shivers down her spine and into her toes. At first Jeremy‘s kiss was sweet and gentle, but as it became more urgent, its passion leached all of the strength from Keri‘s limbs until she was practically hanging limp in his embrace.

All she could think was—how did he learn to kiss like this? Was it the way it was supposed to be when two people were genuinely . . . in love?

No—it couldn‘t be! Jeremy was just her dear friend, like a brother, really.

Yet . . .

“Aunt Keri, get up!” said a wee voice far, far away. “You promised to play opera lady with me this morning.”

“What?” Keri moaned.

There was a soft shaking on her shoulders. “Aunt Keri, Keri, get up, sleepyhead! Take the pillow off your face.”

Reality crawled back to Keri in a lazy wave. Jeremy‘s embrace vanished, and the scene dissipated into fragments as Keri awoke, reluctantly pulling herself from the dream. Only a dream.

“Jutht a minute, Kate,” Keri mumbled. “Have thum patienth.”

“What?” Katie asked. “You sound weird.”

“It‘th the pirrow on ma face,” Keri said, rising slowly as she removed the pillow. “I like ta thleep like dat.”

Keri noticed the oddity just as Katie‘s eyes bulged at her.

“What‘s wrong with your face?” Katie cried.

Keri‘s hand flew to the right side of her face, which felt heavy and numb. It seemed dragged down, contorted. She could barely see out of her right eye.

“There‘s drool coming out of your mouth, just like Rover‘s,” said Katie. “I think your pillow got too heavy! It melted your face!”

Keri tried to gasp, but her mouth would not work correctly. It seemed weights were pulling her lip down on the right side, making it lopsided.

Dear Lord . . . had she had a stroke?

She flung off her blankets, twisted to the side of her bed, and sat up. It seemed her right arm worked fine, as well as her leg. And she could think clearly. But the horrified look on her niece‘s face confirmed the frightening fact that something was drastically wrong.

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .99 CENTS  or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

Like our Lachesis Publishing page on facebook. Follow us on twitter.

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Growing up in the depression era with eight siblings, and living in a shabby log cabin, I doubt my father’s family could afford many Christmas trees. So my four-and-a-half year old daughter and I were stunned when my dad strode into our tiny subsidized apartment nearly 30 years ago, proudly carrying a scraggly little pine tree.

“I got you two a Christmas tree!” he said in his fast talking, farmer’s manner. “A nice tree, a good tree.” He brushed past us to stand the little tree against a bare wall, tipping it this way and that. “Just decorate it a little, and it’ll be a nice tree, a good tree,” he repeated.

Yet Shaunna and I saw a terribly skinny, bedraggled looking pine with enough holes in it to drive a truck through, (a phrase my dad often said himself).

But it was Shaunna’s and my first Christmas on our own after living with my mom and dad for a few years, and dad knew times were tough for us. He didn’t want us to struggle to buy a Christmas tree. This one, he more than likely cut down out of the old horse pasture on his farm. But we thanked him profusely as he left. Even then, my young daughter knew enough not to complain, not to hurt her grandpa’s feelings. He was only trying to help us.

But there was no way just a “little decorating” could magically turn that poor, terrible tree into a Charlie Brown miracle tree.

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Later that evening, Shaunna and I found ourselves skulking around in the dark around our apartment complex, scissors in hand, creeping up to pine trees similar to the one dad gave us. We’d pick appropriate sized branches and secretly, we hoped, snip them off and sneak our contraband back into our apartment.

Once inside, we poked and picked and stuffed those loose branches into the holes of that sad little pine. I don’t know if it was our combined artistic talent, or pure luck, but our secret stuffing caper worked. A short time later there stood a nicely filled out Christmas tree in a little red stand. After a few strings of lights, popcorn strands, cheap ornaments and a lot of silvery, fluttery tinsel, we had a true Christmas tree.

A nice Christmas tree. A good Christmas tree.

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My dad’s eyes lit up when he stopped by and saw the tree a few days later. “I just knew it needed a little decoration,” he said, standing proudly, staring at it with his hands on his hips.

Well, Shaunna and I both knew it also took a lot of serious stuffing and filling with tons of stolen boughs, but neither of us said a word. The twinkle in Dad’s eyes was Christmas magic enough that year. We never did tell him about out little deception.

Lori Lapekes and her daughter Shaunna

Dad’s been gone three years now this month.

And maybe he’s in some realm where he knows about and understands our little deception.

And realizes that it wasn’t that little tree that was the masterpiece that year . . . that he was.

Merry Christmas, Dad.

Lori Lapekes is the author of the new adult contemporary romance For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing  or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

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OUR QUESTION OF THE WEEK IS: WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CHOCOLATE TREAT?

YOU COULD WIN AN E-BOOK COPY OF Lori Lapekes‘s romance novel For A Short Time. Leave your answer here.

Lori Lapekes certainly loves her chocolate and has been known to much on chocolate-covered cashews while writing. She also indulges in the occasional slice of rich chocolate cake after reading a not-so nice review. Lori is the author of the new adult contemporary romance For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .89 CENTS (THIS WEEK ONLY!) or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

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Singer’s have “The Voice.” Dancers have “So You Think You Can Dance.” Magicians, acrobats, and even people who think they are the best cuddlers in the world, have “America’s Got Talent.”

Writers have . . .

(Insert sound of crickets chirping.)

Writers, after all, are entertainers too. But we don’t have as much outlet for feedback. Certainly no instant gratification, whether clapping or perhaps even booing, to guide us in how well we are performing.

All we really have—is the reader’s review.

I have three books now stuck at 17 reviews, and have been stale-mated there for quite a while even after spot promotions that have sold quite a few e-books. Yet rarely does anyone write a review of any of them, good or bad, and it makes me wonder . . . why not? If I look at the big time authors on Amazon, I notice they have hundreds and thousands of reviews. Thousands! Do the authors read them all? Perhaps not, the reviews are mostly for people considering buying the book after all. Yet maybe the authors forgot the thrill of seeing each new review posted, a review possibly clutched at, read and re-read, and the overjoyed shout in the writer’s mind that cried, “My book really does exist!”

Reviews, whether good, bad, or ugly, really are a writer’s only feedback most the time. So at one point I wondered, how many reviews do I actually write myself? I read a lot. Am I part of the problem? So now I do write reviews more often, especially for smaller, lesser knows titles. I realize the author is probably going to read it as well as other potential buyers, and that gives me a feeling of kindred-spiritness. I rarely post a negative review, most of the books I don’t like I find are just not to my taste, not that they are some horrid convoluted mess. For instance, I just read Andy Weir’s “The Martian.” A blockbuster first novel now slated to be a movie.

And . . . it wasn’t for me.

I was hoping for an emotional novel of despair and the galactic loneliness one must feel being stranded alone on Mars, and how the character dealt with that. But what I found was a step by step manual of how to overcome technical problems with a lot of math, tests, and figures. That may interest, or even thrill a lot of people, and apparently this kind of MacGyver on Mars does, but me—not so much.

So I decided to look up that novel’s reviews on Amazon.

Hmm. A measly 11,808 reviews at this point. Vastly favorable.

Gulp. Beats my reviews by, oh, 11,791. (If I did the math correctly.)

Maybe my books were bought and buried behind dozens or hundreds of other e-books stacked up on e-readers and never gotten to. Maybe the readers were just too busy, or felt too nervous to do a review. Or perhaps they found the books are just not their style. Yet I bet few realized just how powerful their review can be to the poor slob indie author trying so hard to break into an overwhelmingly crowded field to get noticed. Yet when someone does post a great review, most my author friends and I do a happy dance; it can make our day. A lousy review can ruin a day for some of us too, but any review gives us that ridiculously anticipated feedback we crave.

And we love and need feedback, just as the singers, dancers, jugglers—and even that peculiar girl on America’s Got Talent who was a super “cuddler ” do.

So when you cuddle up with a good book (instead of a smart phone,) and feel inspired, please, please consider writing that glorious, wonderful, review.

Lori Lapekes is the author of the new adult contemporary romance For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .89 CENTS (THIS WEEK ONLY!) or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

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Today we chat once more with romance (new adult) author Lori Lapekes.

Lori is the author of a new adult contemporary romance called For A Short Time.

Why are you a writer?

I’m not sure; I’ve been writing stories since I was a little kid. Maybe it’s because I can control what happens to people when I make situations up, and cannot control much of anything in real life. Not that my childhood was awful, it was pretty great, actually. And as the oldest of three sisters, I was “the boss” of them and pulled some pretty kooky stunts. Like telling them if they jumped off the storage-building roof, they’d grow wings if they’d been good enough that day. (The building’s low side was only about 6 feet high thankfully!)

What are three things that you do that are important to your career as a writer (aside from actually writing the book)?

Write down and remember my dreams…many ideas come from my off-the-wall dreams. Study people, especially strangers, pay attention to them. I got an idea for a main character once from watching a big guy in a flannel shirt at an estate auction. I just loved his smile and all around essence. Finally, just have hope. Hope in life, friends, dreams and faith. They all work into my stories.

What are three of your top goals in your writing career?

Be on a best-selling list.. and I have, even if it was only “For a Short Time,” after an Amazon promotion. (“For a Short Time” is the name of my Lachesis book!) Write, and publish, at least 10 books in my life. I’ll be up to 5 soon.

What is your favourite first line ever from a novel?

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.

Yes, I am a Lord of The Rings nerd. I don’t read a lot of fantasy, but these books are my favorites and I cry every time I finish the series.

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What is your go-to power energy snack when writing?

I just love cashews. If they are covered in chocolate, all the better!

What was a book that made you go “aha!” and why? (fiction or non fiction)

“Mere Christianity” by C.S. Lewis. I couldn’t read it for many years, even as an adult, because it seemed over my head. Finally, somehow, I picked it up again one day about 20 years ago and it all made sense. I love the way Lewis makes analogies of good and evil and it all comes to life. Like when asked why Jesus doesn’t come sooner if the world is so screwed up, Lewis said something like, “Do you know what will actually be happening when he does return? The world ends. No more chances. The writer of the play comes on the stage.” Or he said something very similar.

How do you cope with bad or nasty reviews?

If they make sense, I do learn from them. When they don’t, like a bad review from someone to a sequel who didn’t read the first book, I sort of pout for a while. Think it’s unfair. Then eat a big piece of chocolate cake.

What do you listen to when you write?

Nothing. The house is quiet as can be. Maybe the dog is licking her foot in the background, or a cat shakes its head and I hear a collar jingle, but mostly I’m alone when I write, and in the zone.

Lori Lapekes with her new buddy Annie.

Cats or dogs?

Both!! I was always just a cat person until I got married many years ago and he came with a German shepherd. Then I grew to love that breed especially for the strength, intelligence and loyalty of the breed. My dog of 13 years passed away in March, and I was devastated. I got another dog a few days ago, and although she isn’t a German shepherd, (she is a border collie,) she is still very smart and loyal and a better fit for me at this stage of life me thinks.

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing FOR ONLY .89 CENTS (THIS WEEK ONLY!) or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

Like our Lachesis Publishing page on facebook. Follow us on twitter.

Our LACHESIS PUBLISHING DEAL OF THE WEEK is For a Short Time  (New Adult contemporary romance) by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes. IT’S ONLY .89. CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE.

For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late . . .

EXCERPT:

“It can’t be over between us, all the signs were there for you to finally be the right one for me,” Keri insisted.

“What signs?” Keith asked.

Keri stared into his shadowy face. Clinging tatters of mist drifted across it, obliterating his eyes for one moment, his mouth the next moment. The fog was cool and clammy to the skin in the dismal mist.

“The signs,” said Keri. “You know, the signs.” But, suddenly, she couldn‘t think of a one.

He turned his back on her, and began to fade away into the mist.

“Keith, come back!” Keri said. “I‘ll remember them, I know I will. It‘ll make a difference!”

But Keith continued to shrink into the fog. Soon he was only a dark patch in the distance, then that was swept away by the wisps of lonely swirling mist.

Keri was left in silence. A silent world of emptiness and chill.

“Keith . . .” she whimpered, “come back, I need you . . .” Only silence.

Keri heard her heart beating against her chest.

“Keith.” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her knees went weak, and she sunk into the ground. “Don‘t leave me, I need you, don‘t leave me.”

“Straighten up, Keri,” came a voice behind her.

“What—who?” Keri asked, and slowly turned around. It was clearer where he stood, almost as though the sun was ready to break through the mist that was strangely falling away from him.

Jeremy.

“Please, stand up,” Jeremy said again. Something about the tone of his voice, oddly authoritative yet gentle at the same time, made Keri gather her strength and stand.

“Come here,” Jeremy said, and held out his hand. “

Keith left me,” Keri sobbed, but found herself drawing nearer to Jeremy. He seemed spectral as she stared at his hand, his comforting hand, and it drew her closer. When she reached him, she took his hand, and he pulled her close.

A jolt of something indescribable, joy mixed with peace and an incredible calmness pulsed through her at Jeremy‘s touch. He held her hand tighter, pulled her closer, and Keri began to quiver as she found herself face to face with Jeremy, gazing into wonderful eyes radiating a calm assurance and wisdom she had never before encountered. Heat raced through her and her legs became weak.

Jeremy‘s eyes glimmered. It paralyzed her to stare into them. Those eyes seemed to search into hers, gently probing, as though trying to connect with her soul. Keri became lightheaded, intoxicated, the poison of Keith‘s rejection now drained away.

“You‘re going to be all right now,” Jeremy said, and his voice seemed to roll like thunder and yet felt like a breathy whisper at the same time. It echoed as he continued, and suddenly the fog parted and a warming blaze of sun fell across them.

“I‘ll stay with you,” said Jeremy. “You don‘t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally be yourself.”

Those words flowed through Keri in cascades of relief. Finally, finally she felt it. She couldn‘t quite grasp what it all meant, but a weight had lifted.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeremy,” Keri said, gulping in great breaths of air. “What would I do without you? You‘re the one I need, you‘re the one I was meant for all along”

At those words, Jeremy smiled. Keri‘s eyes strayed toward his lips, and lingered there. His mouth smiled, his eyes smiled, and Keri was sure his heart smiled, too.

And so did she. Keri let go of his hand, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. When they fully connected, the warmth of their touch was explosive, and Keri could scarcely control herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly, tantalizingly, his lips were pressed against hers. She gasped inwardly as the warmth and movement of his kiss sent shivers down her spine and into her toes. At first Jeremy‘s kiss was sweet and gentle, but as it became more urgent, its passion leached all of the strength from Keri‘s limbs until she was practically hanging limp in his embrace.

All she could think was—how did he learn to kiss like this? Was it the way it was supposed to be when two people were genuinely . . . in love?

No—it couldn‘t be! Jeremy was just her dear friend, like a brother, really.

Yet . . .

“Aunt Keri, get up!” said a wee voice far, far away. “You promised to play opera lady with me this morning.”

“What?” Keri moaned.

There was a soft shaking on her shoulders. “Aunt Keri, Keri, get up, sleepyhead! Take the pillow off your face.”

Reality crawled back to Keri in a lazy wave. Jeremy‘s embrace vanished, and the scene dissipated into fragments as Keri awoke, reluctantly pulling herself from the dream. Only a dream.

“Jutht a minute, Kate,” Keri mumbled. “Have thum patienth.”

“What?” Katie asked. “You sound weird.”

“It‘th the pirrow on ma face,” Keri said, rising slowly as she removed the pillow. “I like ta thleep like dat.”

Keri noticed the oddity just as Katie‘s eyes bulged at her.

“What‘s wrong with your face?” Katie cried.

Keri‘s hand flew to the right side of her face, which felt heavy and numb. It seemed dragged down, contorted. She could barely see out of her right eye.

“There‘s drool coming out of your mouth, just like Rover‘s,” said Katie. “I think your pillow got too heavy! It melted your face!”

Keri tried to gasp, but her mouth would not work correctly. It seemed weights were pulling her lip down on the right side, making it lopsided.

Dear Lord . . . had she had a stroke?

She flung off her blankets, twisted to the side of her bed, and sat up. It seemed her right arm worked fine, as well as her leg. And she could think clearly. But the horrified look on her niece‘s face confirmed the frightening fact that something was drastically wrong.

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Today’s Sneak Peek is from the contemporary romance (new adult romance) For a Short Time by Lachesis Publishing author Lori Lapekes. For a Short Time is about a young woman who goes through many changes in her life, including realizing whom she truly loves.

WHAT IT’S ABOUT:

Keri has no idea who she really is anymore.

Raised in the Midwest, where catching frogs and shoveling manure is common practice, then spending several adult years traveling the country and hob-nobbing with celebrities and the elite, Keri returns to her roots. She now lives in her sister`s basement, wondering just who she really is anymore.

After a peculiar meeting with the Quinn cousins, Keith and Jeremy, Keri is determined to capture Keith`s attention. An actor, a tall, compelling man, elusive, even abrasive at times, Keith is particularly intriguing to a woman like Keri who is accustomed to capturing the heart of any man she`s ever wanted. Yet it was Jeremy, the humble cabinet-maker and owner of a misshapen dog named Scalawag, who leaped into a bon-fire to rescue a scrap of an old coat that had sentimental value for her.

Following two episodes with the facial disorder, Bell`s Palsy, and after Jeremy has moved out of state, possibly to run from his heartbreak over her, Keri finally realizes not only who she really is─but who she needs to become.

But is it too late . . .

EXCERPT:

“It can’t be over between us, all the signs were there for you to finally be the right one for me,” Keri insisted.

“What signs?” Keith asked.

Keri stared into his shadowy face. Clinging tatters of mist drifted across it, obliterating his eyes for one moment, his mouth the next moment. The fog was cool and clammy to the skin in the dismal mist.

“The signs,” said Keri. “You know, the signs.” But, suddenly, she couldn‘t think of a one.

He turned his back on her, and began to fade away into the mist.

“Keith, come back!” Keri said. “I‘ll remember them, I know I will. It‘ll make a difference!”

But Keith continued to shrink into the fog. Soon he was only a dark patch in the distance, then that was swept away by the wisps of lonely swirling mist.

Keri was left in silence. A silent world of emptiness and chill.

“Keith . . .” she whimpered, “come back, I need you . . .” Only silence.

Keri heard her heart beating against her chest.

“Keith.” she whispered, tears trailing down her cheeks. Her knees went weak, and she sunk into the ground. “Don‘t leave me, I need you, don‘t leave me.”

“Straighten up, Keri,” came a voice behind her.

“What—who?” Keri asked, and slowly turned around. It was clearer where he stood, almost as though the sun was ready to break through the mist that was strangely falling away from him.

Jeremy.

“Please, stand up,” Jeremy said again. Something about the tone of his voice, oddly authoritative yet gentle at the same time, made Keri gather her strength and stand.

“Come here,” Jeremy said, and held out his hand. “

Keith left me,” Keri sobbed, but found herself drawing nearer to Jeremy. He seemed spectral as she stared at his hand, his comforting hand, and it drew her closer. When she reached him, she took his hand, and he pulled her close.

A jolt of something indescribable, joy mixed with peace and an incredible calmness pulsed through her at Jeremy‘s touch. He held her hand tighter, pulled her closer, and Keri began to quiver as she found herself face to face with Jeremy, gazing into wonderful eyes radiating a calm assurance and wisdom she had never before encountered. Heat raced through her and her legs became weak.

Jeremy‘s eyes glimmered. It paralyzed her to stare into them. Those eyes seemed to search into hers, gently probing, as though trying to connect with her soul. Keri became lightheaded, intoxicated, the poison of Keith‘s rejection now drained away.

“You‘re going to be all right now,” Jeremy said, and his voice seemed to roll like thunder and yet felt like a breathy whisper at the same time. It echoed as he continued, and suddenly the fog parted and a warming blaze of sun fell across them.

“I‘ll stay with you,” said Jeremy. “You don‘t have to be afraid anymore. You can finally be yourself.”

Those words flowed through Keri in cascades of relief. Finally, finally she felt it. She couldn‘t quite grasp what it all meant, but a weight had lifted.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeremy,” Keri said, gulping in great breaths of air. “What would I do without you? You‘re the one I need, you‘re the one I was meant for all along”

At those words, Jeremy smiled. Keri‘s eyes strayed toward his lips, and lingered there. His mouth smiled, his eyes smiled, and Keri was sure his heart smiled, too.

And so did she. Keri let go of his hand, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. He put his arms around her shoulders and drew her tighter to him. When they fully connected, the warmth of their touch was explosive, and Keri could scarcely control herself. She closed her eyes and suddenly, tantalizingly, his lips were pressed against hers. She gasped inwardly as the warmth and movement of his kiss sent shivers down her spine and into her toes. At first Jeremy‘s kiss was sweet and gentle, but as it became more urgent, its passion leached all of the strength from Keri‘s limbs until she was practically hanging limp in his embrace.

All she could think was—how did he learn to kiss like this? Was it the way it was supposed to be when two people were genuinely . . . in love?

No—it couldn‘t be! Jeremy was just her dear friend, like a brother, really.

Yet . . .

“Aunt Keri, get up!” said a wee voice far, far away. “You promised to play opera lady with me this morning.”

“What?” Keri moaned.

There was a soft shaking on her shoulders. “Aunt Keri, Keri, get up, sleepyhead! Take the pillow off your face.”

Reality crawled back to Keri in a lazy wave. Jeremy‘s embrace vanished, and the scene dissipated into fragments as Keri awoke, reluctantly pulling herself from the dream. Only a dream.

“Jutht a minute, Kate,” Keri mumbled. “Have thum patienth.”

“What?” Katie asked. “You sound weird.”

“It‘th the pirrow on ma face,” Keri said, rising slowly as she removed the pillow. “I like ta thleep like dat.”

Keri noticed the oddity just as Katie‘s eyes bulged at her.

“What‘s wrong with your face?” Katie cried.

Keri‘s hand flew to the right side of her face, which felt heavy and numb. It seemed dragged down, contorted. She could barely see out of her right eye.

“There‘s drool coming out of your mouth, just like Rover‘s,” said Katie. “I think your pillow got too heavy! It melted your face!”

Keri tried to gasp, but her mouth would not work correctly. It seemed weights were pulling her lip down on the right side, making it lopsided.

Dear Lord . . . had she had a stroke?

She flung off her blankets, twisted to the side of her bed, and sat up. It seemed her right arm worked fine, as well as her leg. And she could think clearly. But the horrified look on her niece‘s face confirmed the frightening fact that something was drastically wrong.

If you want to read more you can purchase For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon, barnes and noble, and kobo.

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

Like our Lachesis Publishing page on facebook. Follow us on twitter.

Today we reveal more about contemporary romance (new adult) author Lori Lapekes.

Lori is the author of a new adult contemporary romance called For A Short Time.

What was your favourite book as a child and why?

Oddly, Bambi! It was an intense YA for its time, nothing like the movie cartoon. It was one of the most emotional, touching and poignant novels I’ve ever read. There is even a brilliant 3 page chapter about two frightened leaves talking about what happens when they fall, as they are the last left one the tree, and no other leaf ever comes back to tell.

Who was your favourite teacher growing up and why?

Miss Johnson, in high school. She believed in my writing and let me use a whole semester to finish a novel for my senior grade in creative writing.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer? Why?

Since I was about 9 or 10 years old and wrote and illustrated handmade books and plays for my sisters and neighbors.

Who in the writing/publishing world do you admire and why?

You small publishers!! You give so many authors like me a chance to “get out there,” when the “biggies” only look for biggies.

Tell us about your daily writing routine – what do you typically do every day?

It varies tremendously. I work a very intense deadline-oriented day job that often leaves me beat…(I’m writing this on my break now) and leaves little time for creativity. I have to really focus after hours to create new works from m scratch. Lately I find myself updating and polishing earlier works that have a lot of potential, or writing short stories.

What is your favourite snack or guilty pleasure food that you (may or many not 😉 indulge in when writing?

Hmmm, chocolate, always…especially silky European milk chocolate. I’m one of the few in the world, it seems, that is not a fan of dark chocolate! Gasp!

What does “writing voice” mean to you? Describe your own writing voice.

I have a constant conversation going in my mind with myself, like now, telling me what to say. The voice is pushier than my own personality, so I have to filter it! But it is me…just a little more intense.

What do you want to accomplish in the next five years in your writing career?

Freedom from a demanding day job would be awesome, or being able to enjoy working part time to supplement my writing would be a dream.

Tis the season to be jolly. What is your favourite thing to do over the holidays?

Lately, I’m getting more introspective and can get melancholy too much holiday madness. My favorite thing to do is to absorb the closeness and connection of spending time with friends and family, as life is fleeting. One of my favorite song lyrics is from Rush: Summer’s going fast, nights growing colder; children growing up, old friends growing older. Time Stand Still.

Shortbread cookies or gingerbread cookies?

Ha! Neither! If it doesn’t have a chocolate chip in it, it’s off my radar….!

Connect with Lori Lapekes on her web site and on facebook.

You can purchase Lori’s book For A Short Time at Lachesis Publishing, or amazon or at barnes and noble, and kobo.

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