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Monday, August 17, 2015

Love puppies? Check out this book excerpt!


The Impossible Rescue - Annamaria Bazzi
Christmas is no joy for Julia who's gambling husband comes around only to ask for money. When a handsome stranger and his cute Pomeranian puppy moves in next door, Julia feels guilty for their mutual attraction.Michael's not the rescuing type, but when he spies Julia's husband haranguing her for holiday cash, anger flares and he is determined to rescue Julia from another miserable Christmas.

Excerpt
Julia sat on the sofa, reading the book she’d checked out of the library as soon as she’d heard it was available. Any kind of romance always settled her nerves. Damien had called earlier to let her know he wouldn’t be coming home yet again. She closed the book and leaned her head back on the pillow.
Why hasn’t he signed the divorce papers? Money, that’s why. The no good lowlife always wants money from me.
Just three months after the wedding, she’d realized he’d married her for her wealth. Thank God her father was still alive and owned the business her mother had created and turned into a multimillion-dollar company. Dad had supported Mother and had taken care of all the accounting for the business.
Rising, Julia sauntered to the kitchen. She glanced around the open architecture, which had made her fall in love with the house to begin with. Dad always wanted to see her happy, so he’d bought her the five thousand square foot home as a wedding present, with just one catch—the house would remain in his name.
“Why would you do such a thing?” Her voice rose.
“Calm down. You’re a woman in love and don’t see what I see. One day, you’ll thank me.”
Those words kept coming back, and she praised God for her father’s wisdom. Every time Damien ran dry, he came back and asked her for money then disappeared for weeks at a time, sometimes months.
Another conversation came to the forefront, and she leaned on the island, playing it through her mind.
“Why are you doing this? We love each other.”
“Your business is not profitable yet, but one day it will be,” her dad said. “You’re too much like your mother, God rest her soul, and your business will bring in millions. I don’t want him to walk away with the sweat of your brow.”
She waved the papers she held at him. “This is a prenuptial agreement, are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. Mark my words, the day will come when you’ll thank me.”
Julia sighed. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “Mom, you married a wise man. Not like me, who married a complete jerk.”
She opened the refrigerator and took out the bottle of white wine she’d opened a few nights ago, pouring some in a Waterford wineglass. After corking the bottle and placing it back in the fridge, she curled up on the sofa. Staring into the shadows of evening, she beat herself for having been so blind with respect to Damien. “Love is blind” turned out to be so true. Damn! Could I have been more stupid?
Disgusted with herself to the point she couldn’t enjoy the book, she placed the paperback back on the bookshelf and went up to the master suite to enjoy a hot bath. Julia lit all the aromatic candles and filled the tub. While the water poured into it, she ran downstairs to pick up the wineglass she’d forgotten in the gathering room.
Almost asleep in the jetted tub and with steam filling the large room, it took a while before she heard her cell buzzing. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? She tightened her lips, and scrunched her brow. She stood and wrapped her body in a plush white towel. This was supposed to be her time to relax. Anger and anxiety rushed through her.
“Hello?” she said with a bit more force than she wanted.
“Hey, babe, I’ll be home for Christmas.”
“Damien, where are you?”
“I’m in the middle of an investment deal in Qatar.”
Had she heard right? “Where?”
“Qatar, baby. You know, the Middle East.”
Not in the mood to hear about his new gamble in whatever kind of business venture he’d embroiled himself in, she hung up and shut off her iPhone, returning to the tub of lukewarm water. Letting some of it out, she refilled the tub with steaming water then sank down to her chin and closed her eyes. If anyone needed her, they could just show up at the house.
When her bath cooled again, she slipped into her robe, tied it at her waist, and stretched out on the bed.
Cold crept into her bones, and she shivered. Darkness surrounded her. How long had she slept? Sitting up, she grabbed her cell phone and turned it back on. Goodness, it was 8:15 p.m. Pangs of hunger burned her stomach, but she didn’t feel like cooking at such a late hour. She dialed for delivery.
“Hello, I’d like to order veal Parmesan….”
With the order on the way, she slipped into silky pajamas, French braided her milk-chocolate brown hair, and went downstairs to wait for the food to arrive.
The gourmet kitchen surrounding her had been a joy to create with the help of Marcello DiStoia, a wonderful designer of kitchens and baths. A place where she’d dreamed of cooking with her newlywed husband. He did help for the first few months of marriage, but then all his failed ventures took him to different corners of the earth as he looked to gamble in varied “business opportunities” as he called them. Apparently, now he was in Qatar, of all places. She rolled her eyes and closed her hands in tight fists. A few deep breaths and she let it all go, reminding herself Damien was not worth a single thought.
A sigh of relief escaped her when the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the food.

Reviewer's Comment

"I love how the author wove the joy of Christmas through out the story." - Goodreads review


About the Author
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the States, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

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Friday, June 6, 2014

#NewRelease ~ Incantation Paradox

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Novel: Incantation Paradox
Author: annamaria bazzi
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Cover Designer: Natasha Brown
Available: June 2

Synopsis


IncantationParadox-smallMagic is an illusion. It doesn’t really exist. Or does it?

A horrible car accident destroys Dolores Reynard’s life. But instead of waking up in a hospital bed, she awakens in a teenager’s body. Soon, she discovers she is at the heart of the murderous mystery surrounding the death of Mona, the young girl whose body she occupies. Caught between an evil greater than she ever imagined and a wizard who heals her tattered heart, she is forced to play a dangerous game of intrigue in the hopes of finding a way to return to her previous life.

Will magic be her ally, or will it lead to her demise once and for all.


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Enjoy the fourth chapter of the novel. If you follow the tour you'll be able to read all four chapters. I hope you enjoy the chapter.


Excerpt

Chapter Four
How can this be? They can’t just be...gone. My girls.... Dolores swayed on the chair.

“Mona.” Dashing to her side, the man claiming to be her father scooped her into his arms and laid her back on the bed. Sitting on the dainty upholstered chair, he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What’s going on, kiddo?”

The jumbled world made no sense. According to the paper, she was dead, so she must be in hell because it sure didn’t feel like Heaven.

Her focus shifted, landing on a Greek god of about eighteen or nineteen, who stood close by. His chiseled, high cheekbones called attention to chestnut eyes reflecting maturity and intelligence beyond his years. His full, kissable lips quirked as he appraised her with an intensity that made her tremble.

No one can be so gorgeous. Her daughters’ features were angelic, but the boy seemed to come straight from paradise.

A few rebellious strands of light brown hair fell across his smooth, wide forehead. The V- neck sweater fit snug around his tight muscles. A perfect representation of Adonis, or her daughters would say, Edward Cullen.

Entranced, she was unable to look away. Wait a minute! Why am I staring at this boy? He could be my son!

Yet no matter how hard she struggled to bury the magnetism, it grew stronger. She’d never drooled over a man. Why now, and why over a boy? Her feeling that he was familiar grew stronger, making her question her sanity. It was like a dual personality afflicting her demanded action—but she took none. I don’t understand what I’m feeling. These emotions can’t be mine. She rubbed her temples, collecting her thoughts.

“Mona, do you remember Eric?” the man’s voice intruded.

It took a few moments to tear away from the boy and lock eyes with the man. He shifted in the chair, watching, a glint of hope curving the corner of his mouth.

Snippets of memory—not mine, I swear, not mine—showed a younger Eric and another man with shocking blue eyes.

“She has no memory?” With puppy dog eyes, Eric cocked his head toward the man.


“I’m afraid not.”

“If her condition is bad, why is she home, much less going to school? Shouldn’t my father have kept her in the hospital for observation?”

“She had no amnesia when she left the hospital. The initial MRI showed no swelling in the tissues, no evidence of liquid pressuring the brain, not even blood clots.” He twisted his mouth. “The X-rays showed no fractures to the cranium.” He wiped his face with his hand. “I just don’t understand what’s going on with her.”

Dolores touched the back of her head. The lump throbbed with pain. What’s he talking about? I was never in the hospital. She pushed against the fluff of pillows, lids half closed, trying to remember the missing pieces.

“If you’re still hurting....”

At the sound of the man’s voice, she glanced up at his puzzled expression.

“Please, stop being heroic and at least take some medication. Mona, if your behavior is an attempt to get out of school, you’ve succeeded. I’m too worried about you.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s late. I’ve got an open-heart surgery to perform in a few hours. I can’t postpone it. Sophie should already be here. She’ll take good care of you.”

Dolores sat up straighter. “Maybe a nap will get rid of my headache.” Staying home would give her the opportunity to figure out what had happened. I just need to stay calm, so I can think rationally. She shoved her hair behind her shoulder.

Brushing his fingers over his chin, he stared at her, eyebrows squeezed together, mouth tight. She understood his struggle. Being a mother, if she’d been under the same circumstances, she wouldn’t want to leave her own daughter home alone.

“I can stay with her, Uncle Richard. Umm, give her time to shower, get ready then drive her to the hospital to see my father later.” Eric chimed in.

Why would he want to stay behind?

The man shifted in the chair to glance at the boy. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“Since my grades are perfect, my father won’t mind.”

He rubbed his hands, nodding. “Could you?”

Eric shrugged. “I’m ahead in school. It’s no big deal if I miss a few hours.”

“That’s fine. You can keep her company. I also want to review the X-rays more closely.” Richard got up and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “Baby girl, I should be done in about five


hours. I’ll see you later.” Then he addressed Eric. “Please bring her by the hospital whenever she’s ready, but make sure she has breakfast first.”

He left the room. Even after he was gone, she continued to stare at the empty doorway. The clear image of Ella and Chloe sitting at the piano playing a duet filled her mind.

“Mona.” Eric’s tone demanded attention. “I’m really sorry about yesterday. I had no idea you would dash down the stairs, tripping like that.” His childish pleadings didn’t match his clenched jaw when he stopped speaking.

She processed his words, dissecting each one, churning them in her mind. “Did you chase me down the stairs?”

“In a way.”

She shifted under his scrutiny.

“Tell you what, let’s go for a ride. Some fresh air might do you a world of good.” Jumping to his feet, he extended his hand.

She didn’t move.

“Oh, come on!” The right side of his mouth curled into a smile, illuminating his features. “You always liked riding with me. You got a problem now?” He sunk into the chair and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Did you want me to beg for forgiveness?” He dropped to his knees, hands together in prayer. “Please, Mona, forgive me so we can go for a ride?”

“You don’t understand. I have nothing to forgive because I’m not Mona.”

A startled contortion of the mouth skewed his face. He stood again, folding his arms across his chest. Is he smirking? “Fine. Who are you today?”

Ignoring him, she walked to the computer to check her sanity.

Following, he stood behind, watching over her shoulder. The boy had morphed into a pesky fly she couldn’t swat away.

Dolores maximized the article about the accident on the monitor and reread it. Nothing made sense since she was alive...but in her young body. Another flash of light sparked behind her eyes, followed by sharp pain. The sound of crunching glass echoed in her mind.

This is crazy! She laughed with a bit of hysteria at the situation. I must be having a nervous breakdown. Great!

Eric’s warm hand on her shoulder made her look up. “Why are you reading this article?”


The sticky paste in her mouth prevented her from answering. Something about the boy scared her.

Before she was able to collect her thoughts, he moved away, pacing around the room, head leaned forward, hands behind his back like her grandfather used to do. The agility of youth with the movements of an old man—her mind was playing tricks.

She opened a new browser and checked her email. No responses from girls or Ethan. Her lungs deflated.

He came to tower over her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her up. With great force, he dragged her out of the room and down the stairs. What the hell is he doing? Planting her feet on the floor, she tried to stop him, but he continued to drag her across the foyer. Damn! He’s too strong for me. He swung the front door open.

“Wait!”

He whirled around, releasing her. Furrowed brows covered some of the intensity in his eyes. “What?”

“Where are we going?” The hairs on her body prickled with creepy distrust.

“For a ride, the way we always do when you’re feeling under the weather.” He stared, puzzled, his arms dangling at his sides.

“Why are you ignoring the fact I’m not Mona?”

His jaw dropped open. After closing both his mouth and the door, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her into a powder room, making her stand before the mirror. “What do you see?”

Dolores’s seventeen-year-old-self stared back at her. “What do you see?”

He huffed. “I see the usual silly Mona, trying to drive me crazy for no reason.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

She glanced at his reflection, finding skewed brows and tight lips. Why does he see Mona, but I see my younger self?

Scrutinizing her image, she realized she still wore the sweatshirt. She whirled and punched his arm. “You can’t make me go out in this.”

What looked like a hint of relief swam across his features. “Well then, you better go put some clothes on.”


She rushed out of the bathroom and up the stairs into the bedroom, closing the door. She reached toward the knob to turn the lock, but there was none. She threw her arms up in the air. No lock? No way to keep him out? Dismay and frustration twisted through her. Leaning against the door, she covered her face with her hands. The world had gone insane, sucking her into its madness. Am I going crazy?

Lifting her head, she inhaled deeply, attempting to settle her nerves. To her right, a large piece of furniture drew her attention. She stared perplexed at what she assumed to be an original Marie Antoinette vanity. Shuffling toward it, she was compelled to detour to the nearest corner to admire a collection of stuffed animals—pink, white, plush. Someone else’s feelings tugged at her gut. She shook her head. Her daughters had similar collections, but the one before her was not it. What the hell am I doing? I need to get out of here before I really do go crazy.

A closed door stood at the other end of the room, begging to be opened. She wondered what hid behind it. An incomprehensible urge to explore washed over her. Why is my curiosity overpowering my better judgment? She crossed the floor and opened the door. A dressing room- slash-closet lay on the other side. Wow! This Mona kid has her own mini mall. Although impressive, she had no interest in lingering.

She stepped through a carved wood frame, entering into the bathroom. No door? She glanced back again. Sure enough, the dark cherry frame had no door.

A master suite bathroom—but with only one sink—greeted her at the other side. Lavish, cream-colored marble tile with gold variegations chilled her naked feet. A long countertop of the same stone contrasted chocolate walls. Trailing her fingertips across the smooth surface, she paused to stare into the oval mirror, framed with intricate carvings in gold leaf that hung above the sink, reflecting her newfound youth. She shuddered. If I’m young again, do Ella and Chloe exist?

The bathroom seemed familiar, but even odder then its familiarity was that, in a blink, she knew the placements of all the toiletries. The brand of deodorant. The expensive shampoo. She frowned, remembering the scent of two distinct brands—the one she used and the one Mona used.

Dear God, what’s going on? The reflection in the mirror mocked the shambled state of her mind. It just can’t be real.


She opened a drawer and took out the ibuprofen bottle. Swallowing two, she hoped to get rid of the pounding headache that threatened misery. With a small paper cup still in hand, she jolted. How did I know that particular drawer held the ibuprofen?

Dropping the cup on the counter, she staggered toward the shower, seeking some sense of normality. She shed her clothes and stepped into the oversized area, letting steamy water pour over her. Soothing, relaxing, the vapors fogged the entire room, hazing her vision, numbing her senses.

She was lost for what seemed an eternity in the present world where nothing appeared the way it should.

“Are you still alive in there?” Eric’s tenor voice startled her into reality.

Dolores shut off the water. “Get out,” she yelled, annoyed at his audacity.

“Fine. Just don’t have a cow. I put some breakfast on the kitchen table. Make sure you eat it.”

The door slammed.

Don’t have a cow? She’d never heard a teen use that expression. Wrapping a towel around her body, she tiptoed into the dressing room to search for some clothes to wear. A fresh thong, lacy bra, jeans, white tee topped with a black vest, and a pair of Sperry top-siders comprised the day’s ensemble of a mixed up teen-mom. Some mousse, a few scrunches, and the hair was good to go.

Searching the closet, she grabbed an oversized purse—force of habit—and dashed out of the room to stumble down a few stairs.

“Are you all right?” he yelled from another room.

Stopping in her tracks, she peered in the direction his voice had come from. No. I need answers.

“Make sure you bring a jacket,” he added. “It’s chilly outside.”

She threw the handbag the rest of the way, where it landed in the middle of the foyer. Gees, why in the world did I do that? Pivoting, she returned to the room. At the threshold, she froze, out of breath and beginning to feel like a pregnant woman with unbalanced hormonal mood swings.

Forcing herself forward, she went straight to the section housing all of Mona’s jackets, jeans, sweatshirts with zippers, pull-over-sweats, hoodies.... Damn! Whatever happened to sweaters and jackets? Groaning, she remembered Mona had no sweaters or casual jackets, so grabbing the next best thing—a zippered sweatshirt—she flew down to the kitchen.


On the table sat a plate of scrambled eggs with a side of buttered toast. She forced the cold food into her empty stomach, hoping the queasiness might go away. When done, she dashed toward the front door, just to trip on the handbag and fall sprawling on the hardwood floor. From nowhere, two hands grabbed her underarms, turning her around.

“Are you okay?” He stared at her, his face filled with worry.

Before she spoke, he helped her to a sitting position. The tension, the unknown, the place she didn’t recognize, her youth...it all crashed down on her, and she exploded into tears.

Shock ran through her body at how he scooped her into his arms, cradling her like a child. He rocked from side-to-side while her hysterics continued. After a while, she wiped her face with the backs of her hands. His arms still held her tight against his solid chest.

“Can you please tell me what’s going on with you today?” His lips came so close his warm breath attacked her ear.

The question didn’t ring like the speech of a teen. She squirmed, trying to free herself.

He kissed the top of her head then stood, pulling her up with him. Like a graceful dancer, he picked up the empty purse and the jacket and walked out the front door.

What just happened? Still in a daze, she followed, closing the door behind her.

The hazy day painted the world gray. She rolled her eyes toward the sky. It looked like rain. Damn, she didn’t even have an umbrella.

Curiosity tugging, she pivoted back toward the house, a mansion with no other homes next to it—none that she could see anyway. In the middle of the circular drive rested a white marble fountain of the three graces. She had seen the house before but couldn’t remember where. A magazine maybe?

Eric sat in a sleek Ferrari—motor already running—waiting for her to clamber aboard.

She slid into the passenger seat, and the second she pulled the door shut, he stomped on the accelerator. The car took off like a rocket. She glanced at the speedometer. Forty miles an hour down this winding driveway? Dolores fumbled to fasten the seat belt.


~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~
annamaria bazziAlthough born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish.

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

You can visit Annamaria at:

blog / website / Facebook / annamariascorner@yahoo.com / twitter / goodreads

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Cover Reveal - Incantation Paradox - Annamaria Bazzi

The day has finally arrived. I would like to present to all of annamaria's readers the wonderful cover for:
Book: Incantation Paradox
Author: annamaria bazzi
Cover Designer: Natasha Brown
Release Date: Undetermined
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Blurb:
A car accident cuts Dolores Reynard’s life short, leaving her with a long list of unfulfilled dreams. When she awakens in a strange bed, inside a much younger body, and living with a new family—she can’t worry she might be going insane. How can she be a teenager again?
Jason Richmond understands the danger awaiting his new houseguest. Wanting to ease her concerns, he works to earn Dolores’ trust. But attraction flares in the most unexpected way, and he finds himself caught between setting the situation right and following his heart.
An enduring evil threatens not only the blossoming love but their lives as well. As Dolores and Jason struggle to unravel the truth behind her resurrection, they find themselves tangled in a web of murder, intrigue and magic. Only together can they hope to overcome the incantation paradox holding them captive.

Dolores:
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Hello, my name is Dolores and I'm a forty-something mother of two high school girls, Ella and Chloe. On my way to their recital, I was in a car accident that changed my life forever. We all desire to be young again, but never in someone else's body.

If you think magic doesn't exist, think again. There truly are people in the world who can wield magic, and I'm not talking the illusion kind we see on stage, I'm talking real magic, the magic you read in books with wizards and sorceresses. You don't have to take my word, read my story and find out for yourself the ordeal I had to go through to find my way back home.

Author Bio:

Although born in the United States, annamaria bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish.

annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

You can visit annamaria at:
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Friday, June 21, 2013

Interview: Author versus Character ~ Annamaria Bazzi ~ White Swans: Revelations



Today, Annamaria Bazzi is visiting with me again to tell me about her newest release, the third story in her Young Adult Fantasy series the White Swans. First, lets check out her cover and read the product description.


After attempting to accept her fate in the strange fishbowl world, Kendíka decides it’s impossible. Call her a pet, will they? Determination revived, she tempts her “master’s” fury by trying to make life better for the people of Deverow’s Duchy. She will bring technology to the Regency era or end up a swan trying.

Still longing for a higher station in her new existence, Jillian sets her sights on Harry, the Count of Paddington. The only problem? Getting the man to take notice of her. Perhaps discovering some common ground—besides their rabbit-like features—will do the trick.


Thanks for coming here, Annamaria. Always a pleasure to see you and find out what you've been writing about.

Thank you Chantel for hosting the tour stop, I always enjoy guesting on your blog. 

So, tell us about the newest White Swans book.

As the third book of the White Swans series came out and I prepared for the tour I drew a blank—what to write for your stop. I’ve spent weeks pondering what to do and I’m still coming up dry, so—

Jillian: Why can’t you take me along on the tour? Why do you always take Kendíka? 

Annamaria: Jillian! What are you doing here?

Jillian: I want to be part of the tour.

Annamaria: I did not intend to take anyone with me. But, I guess if you are here I’ll introduce you to Chantel and her readers. Chantel, I’d like you to meet Jillian, the character that popped into the series in the second book, The New Girl in Town.

Chantel: I’m pleased to meet you, Jillian. If you could tell me something we don’t know about Annamaria, what would it be?

Jillian: She plays favoritism. Everything good always happens to Kendíka, while I have to struggle to get what I want. Now the wonderful and handsome Duke Deverow is falling in love with her and I have nothing.

Annamaria: Good things happen to Kendíka because she’s always trying to help others. People see the good in her heart and it draws them to her. One very good thing has happened to you, which you don’t want to acknowledge, you are now Saphora’s pet.

Jillian: All the good that’s going to do me.

Annamaria: It will always depend on how you react and what you do in the circumstances thrown at you in the surrounding events. 

Jillian: You’re full of poppycock. 

Chantel: Before things get out of hand, Jillian can you tell us what you want out of your new life.

Jillian: I don’t want to be a maid. I want to be a woman of position, of status, of influence like Kendíka.

Annamaria: She has gained that position because of her good heart and the good she does for people, you included.

Jillian: (rolls eyes) Miss goody-goody is just a puppet. I don’t want to be a puppet.

Chantel: What makes you think she’s a puppet?

Jillian: Haven’t you noticed how she does everything that’s expected of her?

Annamaria: Okay, Jillian, now you’re pulling things out of the air. Have you buried your head in the sand like an ostrich? 

Jillian: There you go again taking her side.

Annamaria: I think it’s time to thank our host before you get out of hand. Chantel, I hope we haven’t upset your readers too much, and I do want to thank you again for hosting this tour stop.

Chantel: Thanks for stopping by. Didn’t mean to cause a fight between you guys, but it was good to meet Jilian, and I am, of course, always glad to visit with you, Annamaria. 

About the Author:
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country.

Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent.

She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish.

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

You can visit Annamaria at:
You can write to annamaria at: annamariascorner@yahoo.com

Links to Annamaria’s book

White Swans: Revelations

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Revelations-White-Swans-ebook/dp/B00D6VAAV4/

White Swans: The New Girl in Town - FREE right now! Today (6/21) is the last day to grab it!

White Swans: A Regency Era

A Simple Matter of Justice



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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

#NewRelease ~ Book 3 of White Swans: Revelations by annamaria bazzi


Announcing a new release

Book: White Swans: Revelations

Author: annamaria bazzi

Release date: June 5, 2013



Book Blurb:
After attempting to accept her fate in the strange fishbowl world, Kendíka decides it’s impossible. Call her a pet, will they? Determination revived, she tempts her “master’s” fury by trying to make life better for the people of Deverow’s Duchy. She will bring technology to the Regency era or end up a swan trying.

Still longing for a higher station in her new existence, Jillian sets her sights on Harry, the Count of Paddington. The only problem? Getting the man to take notice of her. Perhaps discovering some common ground—besides their rabbit-like features—will do the trick.

Amazon Product Link

About the Author:
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country.

Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. 

She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish.

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing.

You can visit or contact annamaria at:
You can write to annamaria at: annamariascorner@yahoo.com

Friday, April 5, 2013

Book Tour ~ New Romance ~ White Swans: A Regency Era

Final Tour stop

Book: White Swans: A Regency Era



Left an orphan, Kendíka cries herself to sleep and startles awake in a Regency castle. Terror consumes her, and she attempts to escape only to discover the new world is her prison. Having no choice, she attends a ball given by her guardian, Lord Deverow, to introduce her into society. He admonishes her to follow the rules and promises to protect her from the wrath of the strange, hazy set of eyes spying on everything. But when she ignores his warning, Kendíka learns firsthand what it means to be disobedient.







Today, I'm happy to host Annamaria in the final stop on her blog tour. She's brought along some of her friends. Thanks for being here, Annamaria. 

Hello, Chantel, it’s so good to meet up with you again. Thank you so much for hosting the last stop of my blog tour for the first book in the series, White Swans: A Regency Era. Today I would like to introduce Jillian, the new character in White Swans: The New Girl in Town.

Kendíka: You really brought that conniving girl with us.

Annamaria: I’m surprised at you, you’re always so nice.

Kendíka: I’m just tired of watching her trying to climb the social ladder with no regards to the feelings of others.

Charles: It’s still not a reason to talk bad about the girl. You were lucky to have been brought into our world as a lady, she was thrown into the life of a maid.

Kendíka: At least she’s alive—

Jillian: ~She folds her arms and glares~ Alive and in servitude is no life at all. 

Kendíka: You have many different ways in which to better your life. You tried to steal Charles away from me. 

Charles: No one could have stolen my heart away from you.

Kendíka: ~blushes~

Jillian: You would feel quite different if you woke up a maid after being an ambassadors daughter.

Kendíka: I agree it wouldn’t have felt good, but I’d never resort to the methods you’ve been using. Believe me they won’t get you far. If you’re not sincere you’ll never get a man to truly fall in love with you.

Jillian: What do you know about love? 

Kendíka: I don’t claim to know much, but I know how I feel about honesty and integrity. 

Charles: Ladies, please show some decorum, after all, we are Chantel’s guests.

Annamaria: Charles is right, we don’t want to leave the readers with a bad impression or they won’t read the books. Jillian, why don’t you present the new book.

Jillian: ~Rolls her eyes~ Great idea. Coming soon is the second book in the series, White Swans: The New Girl in Town. I really do like the cover, but don’t understand why I’m not on the cover.

Annamaria: Don’t worry, you might be in the next one, who know. 


Coming soon - White Swans: The New Girl in Town:




All it takes is a wish upon a star, and Jillian finds herself in a Regency world she only read about in romance novels. She wakes in an exciting world of adventure and challenges but didn’t expect the new life she received. A maid? OMG!

An ambitious girl, she schemes to rise above her station and become a lady with a title and wealth. She’ll go to any lengths to achieve her goals—even risking the anger of her captors, the hazy eyes always gazing down upon the ancient world. Will her attempts to climb the social ladder get her into trouble?






Annamaria: It’s been fun visiting with you, Chantel, and I look forward to the next time we get together. 

Thanks, Annamaria! It's been great having you all here. Good luck with the book launch and we'll all be looking forward to the next one!


About the author:
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. 

Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. 

She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. 

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing. 

You can visit Annamaria at: 

http://annamariabazzi.com blog

https://www.facebook.com/Author.annamariabazzi facebook page

annamariascorner@yahoo.com email

https://twitter.com/AMBazzi twitter
Links to Annamaria’s book 

White Swans: A Regency Era

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-White-Swans-Regency-ebook/dp/B00BMXLKVM/

A Simple Matter of Justice

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Simple-Matter-Justice-ebook/dp/B00APCB9N0/

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-simple-matter-of-justice-annamaria-bazzi/1113992043?ean=2940016095110

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/265991

Revelations of Abaddon:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Revelation-of-Abaddon-ebook/dp/B00BCRB1H6/

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/revelation-of-abaddon-annamaria-bazzi/1114317527?ean=2940044305984 



Have a wonderful weekend everyone and happy reading!!
~~ Chantel ~~

Monday, March 4, 2013

New Release ~ White Swans: A Regency Era ~ YA Fantasy

Book Title : White Swans: A Regency Era 

Author : annamaria bazzi 

Genre : YA Fantasy 

Expected Release Date : March 1, 2013 

Cover Designer : Jennifer Killby

Book Blurb : 
Left an orphan, Kendíka cries herself to sleep and startles awake in a Regency castle. Terror consumes her, and she attempts to escape only to discover the new world is her prison. Having no choice, she attends a ball given by her guardian, Lord Deverow, to introduce her into society. He admonishes her to follow the rules and promises to protect her from the wrath of the strange, hazy set of eyes spying on everything. But when she ignores his warning, Kendíka learns firsthand what it means to be disobedient. 

About the Author : 
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. 

Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent. 

She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. 

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing. 

You can visit Annamaria at: 


Twitter : @AMBazzi 

Book Links : 



Revelation of Abaddon 



Have a great week!! Happy reading!
~~Chantel~~

Monday, February 11, 2013

#NewRelease ~ Paranormal Romance ~ Revelation of Abaddon

New Release: Revelation of Abaddon 

Author: annamaria bazzi 

Genre: Paranormal Romance 

Release Date: February 7, 2013 

Photographer: Owen DeValk 

Cover Designer: Amanda Bazzi 



Book Blurb:
Freelance programmer, Mia notices two men moving into the house across the street. She’s immediately attracted to Andrew. Handsome and charming, he sweeps her off her feet—yet there’s something else about him, too. Whenever she’s close to him, her mind and body crave pain. Confusion overwhelms her senses. Will falling in love with such a strange man be worth it? 

About the Author:
Although born in the United States, Annamaria Bazzi spent a great deal of her childhood in Sicily, Italy, in a town called Sciacca. Italian was the language spoken at home. Therefore, she had no problems when she found herself growing up in a strange country. 

Upon returning to the states, she promised herself she would speak without an accent.  

She attended Wayne State University in Detroit Michigan, where she obtained her Bachelor of Science in Computers with a minor in Spanish. 

Annamaria spent twenty years programming systems for large corporations, creating innovative solution, and addressing customer problems. During those years, she raised four daughters and one husband. Annamaria lives in Richmond Virginia with her small family where she now dedicates a good part of her day writing. 




Barnes & Noble: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/283345

Smashwords: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/revelation-of-abaddon-annamaria-bazzi/1114317527?ean=2940016249971


Also, check out Annamaria's other short story - A Simple Matter of Justice:  http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00APCB9N0?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00APCB9N0&linkCode=xm2&tag=annascorn02-20

Thanks for stopping by, everyone! Happy reading and have a great week!
~~Chantel~~