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Blog Hop Hunt: Meet Tess McFionn

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Aloha! Welcome to PenPaperPad for a special edition of Indie Author Spotlight. This month, instead of introducing you to an indie author, I’m part of wild adventure through the blogosphere where you’ll meet many authors of different genres and styles to win an ultimate prize. I’m so excited to be a part of this hop. I’m Tamara Woods author of The Shaping of the “Angry” Black Woman and I’m your host for this leg in the tour.

This is your post for the ACOA Scavenger Hunt and I am incredibly honored to be hosting TESS McFIONN.  In her post you will find a number, not in written text, but as a numerical number. Write it down and collect them all as you visit every post along the way. Good Luck!

Welcome to the mind of Tessa McFionn.

Cross the threshold to find sword-wielding heroes from ancient battlefields drawn across time to protect.

Time to believe in magic.

Tessa McFionn is a very native Californian and has called Southern California home for most of her life, growing up in San Diego and attending college in Northern California and Orange County, only to return to San Diego to work as a teacher. Insatiably curious and imaginative, she loves to learn and discover, making her wicked knowledge of trivial facts an unwelcomed guest at many Trivial Pursuit boards. She also finds her artistic soul fed through her passions for theatre, dance and music, as well as the regular trip to The Happiest Place on Earth with friends and family.

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For a chance to win an ecopy of Spirit Bound, my second book, watch the trailer and check out the excerpt below. Keep looking for the clue!

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Here’s a taste of Spirit Bound, Book Two in the Guardians Series:


Galen sensed the temperature rise in the close confines as she stared at his size fourteen River Roads. The longer she gazed down, the harder he grew, his body eager to prove the truth of the words zinging through her brain. A wicked grin split his lips, lighting his eyes with delicious intent.

“We could do a little literary research if you would rather, my beautiful muse.” He stepped in closer, his breath hot against her skin.

“Geez! Would you stop that? Can’t a person fantasize in peace around you?” She wriggled out of his reach, her back knocking against the wall of the falling chamber. He knew his laughter only added more fuel to the growing blaze now threatening to singe the paint off the panels. He watched as she tugged at the sleeves of her ill-fitting garments, trying to hide the blush threatening to cover her entire body. “Is it possible for someone to pass out from excessive blushing?”

His knuckles brushed against her flushed cheek. “If you’re feeling faint, perhaps we should return at another time?” Her rapid headshake was the answer he was expecting, but he’d felt the need to ask the question anyhow. Sighing, he smiled sadly at her determination. “I had a feeling that was going to be your answer.”

The high-pitched ding signalled the basement seconds before the doors slid open. They walked in silence passed the rows of vehicles, stopping at the shiny gunmetal grey Jaguar XJ22. Keys jangled in his hand, followed by the disarmed beep at their approach. As he opened her door, she glanced around the remaining cars in the lot all with included insurance from One Sure Insurance. He grinned as he easily picked up on her inquisitive thought, wondering which of these were his.

Leaning down as she settled into the cream leather seat, he whispered into her ear, “All of them.”

Tessa’s social media links:

Amazon Author page:


Facebook Page:

Facebook Profile:

Twitter: (@TessaMcFionn)


To win an e-book copy of Spirit Bound, please leave a message on my website or Facebook page with the comment I BELIEVE IN MAGIC. You will be then entered in the draw. The winner will be announced both here and on my Facebook page after the end of the blog hop.

Scavenger Hunt Hint:

The number for your clue will not be written in text, but it will be numeral. Tally all the numbers you find during the hunt and tally them together. This final number will be an entry in the Rafflecopter on the ENTER HERE page on the official website-

If you get stuck along the way because you of a broken link, please visit the AUTHORS LINK page:

Did you find the number? If you did, then click TESS McFIONN‘s link:


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Today on my YouTube channel, I’ll be chatting with Eliza David, author of the Cougarette series. She’s celebrating the release of her fourth book in the series

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Over on Facebook this week is her book release party!  AND she’s letting lil’ ole me interview her. How fun is that?! If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram, I’ll be updating each with the link once we go live. I’ll update it here as well. Join us and learn more about writing on the naughtier side. *wink*

If you haven’t read any of hers yet, and you’re wanting to check out the series:

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We’re live!

Update: The conversation was fantastic. We discussed The Cougarette Series, black women’s representation in literature, the books that have influenced her and much more. Definitely a must watch!

Aloha y’all!

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Reckless Surrender |Blog Tour

Today on the blog I’m taking part in a release party for Reckless Surrender the second title in the Made for Love New Adult Romance series written by R.C. Martin. The book was released earlier this month and myself and some other bloggers are here to tell you more about it.

☆☆ Synopsis ☆☆

Three and a half years ago, Daphne walked into my shop, kicked open the door to my soul, invited herself inside, and got comfortable. By the time I realized she’d made herself at home, it was too late to kick her out. Now, I’m in love with her. But I’m not her boyfriend. She’s not my lover. We’re just friends…

Trevor’s it for me. I love him so much it drives me crazy. But we’re broken—two battered people whose souls have been ravaged by the world. We decided a long time ago that we wanted to love each other but not attempt to fix one another. Instead, we give each other as much as we can. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s ever going to be enough…

I don’t want to be her band-aid.

I don’t want to be his addiction.

But if we never cross that line, will I lose her?

If I don’t tell him what I want, will I lose myself?

☆☆ Excerpt ☆☆


I sigh wistfully as I stare out the window of his big, black, Ford F-150. Not that there’s much to see, as everything is shrouded in darkness, but it relaxes me nevertheless. As I peer out at the shadows of trees, I playback the evening we’ve just had. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. I don’t usually care for such occasions, but this one I wouldn’t have missed for anything in the world. Avery was the perfect bride and her groom was a fine accessory.

I can’t remember the last time I went to a wedding. I know I’m at that age where a lot of my peers are choosing to say I do, but I run in a pretty small crowd. I’ve been lucky enough to avoid the monotony of marriage ceremonies. It’s not that I have anything against marriage—or even weddings—I was just never that girl who dreamed of my wedding dress before I got around to losing my first tooth. I’m not holding out for Prince Charming and I don’t fantasize about what I’d like my future engagement ring to look like. Of course, I won’t judge a girl for dreaming of those things, so long as she doesn’t judge me for not dreaming of them.

Some days I think I’d like to get married; though, I’m not sure if that’s a desire that was instilled in me as I grew up under my parents tutelage or if it’s something my heart truly longs for. I have my days when I think I’d be alright if I never got married—so long as the man I loved was still around to keep me company.

Or maybe that’s just me fooling myself into believing something that seems safer than the alternative—safer than the risk that if we were ever anything more, we might break. We’re already fragmented souls and the two of us together might never be able to make a whole.

Pushing such thoughts aside, I smile as my head fills with images of Trevor and myself out on the dance floor. He’s not a dancer. Not at all. It’s actually one of the few things he’s not good at. Who am I kidding? Neither am I. Yet, in spite of our lack of ability, we got caught up in the moment and we couldn’t help but join in on the revelry. Those newlyweds and their charm clearly cast a spell on both of us. I’m not complaining, though. I had a marvelous time.

“What are you thinking about over there?” he asks casually.

With my gaze still trained out the window I reply, “Just remembering. I had fun. Did you?”

“Surprisingly, yeah.”

His response makes my smile turn into a grin. Weddings aren’t his thing, either. Although, I think it has more to do with his lack of enthusiasm for suits than anything else. Even still, he got dressed up and accompanied me without any grumble. I think that makes me pretty lucky. I’m sure there are plenty of girls whose boyfriends wouldn’t be so accommodating; and yet, even without the title, he’s that good to me.

“Thank you. For coming.”

“You’re welcome.”

☆☆☆ The Promises We Keep ☆☆☆

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☆☆☆ AUTHOR BIO ☆☆☆

R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she’s only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who’s writing this bio anyway!)

I’m a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I’ve left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I’m a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today’s society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love–the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I’m not writing I’m reading; when I’m not reading I’m writing…you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I’m an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come

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