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Tyson by Kathy Coopmans ~ Cover Model Spotlight: Ryan VanDyke

Cover Model: Ryan VanDyke

Photographer: Eric David Battershell

Releasing May 22, 2017


I know what it’s like to have your heart split down the middle. 
One-half chases her. The other half chases after the lies, deceit, and betrayal. 
It’s a burning ball of hell. 
Seconds, minutes, hours, and years all spent endured the depth of my own burning inferno. 
All of it runs together while life passes me by.
Thirteen years ago, the woman I was in love with left me standing at the altar. 
Some say thirteen is a lucky number. 
Me? I curse the number.
Now she’s back. 
Reminding me.
Torturing me.
She says things are not what they seem.
That they weren’t then either.
Do I believe her?
Do I forgive? 
Time and truth will tell.
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The inspiration behind Kathy Coopmans character, Tyson. Thank You to Ryan for answering these questions.
Photo Credit to Eric David Battershell


What keeps you motivated and moving forward to conquer your dreams? And why?



Humanity keeps me motivated. I have a personal drive to inspire others to their highest potential. I found my passion by helping people transform their physical health/wellness. When I see people becoming better because of me simply sharing my passion inspires me to keep moving each day.



   What made you decide to become a model?



When I was 5 years old I went to a commercial audition for Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The acting/modeling bug bit me early in my childhood and stayed with me. I enjoy the creative process that goes into creating a look. It’s an art of expression.



  What is it like to see yourself on the cover of a book? 



I think it’s awesome.  You get to be something different and fun. It’s a showcase to your work and gives the character in the book somewhat of a face.



  How many book covers have you been on?



I have been on 4 so far and hopefully a few more by the end of this year. I have some new shoots scheduled  and love working with the authors.



    How do you get into character for a shoot?



Shoots are a chance to play a different role. I get to break into an alter ego for a few hours. I also usually have a lot of creative input into the shoots so I truly get to play and have fun. It’s
work but it’s just fun. We just need to get the best shot that displays the character
in the authors vision.



    How did you feel when you did your first ever photo shoot?



I was definitely nervous but once the music comes on and you hear the click of the camera and flashing lights.. It’s go time. It’s work and fun. You do what you need to do to get the perfect look and vision. You just have to be playful and have fun. The crazier and more awkward you feel the better the shoot.

    Which tat is your most sacred and why?


R.U.L.E. located on the lower portion of my left thumb. “Rule of THUMB” acronym from RESPECT. UNDERSTANDING. LOVE. EQUALITY.  A reminder of non negotiable attributes
of a healthy relationship moving forward for myself..



What are some of your passions and hobbies?



The gym and my health are top passion/hobby. Human awakening, yoga, internal peace, keeping an open mind about the world, mediation, inspiring others. Reading, live music 



   It’s a Sunday Afternoon, what would we find you doing?



 Food prepping, gym, cheat meal-usually pizza and cake/ice cream, maybe the beach or  movies, or taking my little man aka LION MONKEY dog aka TRIPP to the park.



What’s the most embarrassing fan run in you’ve had because of your modeling?



I love running into people that have followed me on social media.. I always find it flattering as long as I am making a positive impact on their lives. However I hate it if I don’t know them
back it always makes me feel bad or embarrassed.



What is the oldest item in your refrigerator and how old is it?



Probably the baking soda refresher.. I think you are supposed to change those from time to time and I never do…oops.  Things don’t’ stay in my fridge that long. I EAT A LOT and love food.



Favorite quote?



Follow your own soul, it knows all the answers, you just have to trust and listen to what you already know. 



Song that you can’t help but dance to?



I love EDM, R&B, and POP.. so anything with a good beat and sexy lyrics that get your hips moving like MAGIC MIKE.  There is this cool Henry Krinkle remix called STAY by Justin Martin that gets me moving right now.



What did you want to be when you were a kid?



I wanted to be so many things. Orthodontist, news anchor, actor/model,  but so happy
that I found my passion to help others through health/wellness and run #RVDFIT as an entrepreneur.



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About Kathy Coopmans

USA Today Best Selling Author Kathy Coopmans is a Michigan native where she lives with her husband, Tony. They have two son’s Aaron and Shane.


She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer. 

She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”

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Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans ~ Spotlight & Review

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The unexpected love story that began in MANWHORE continues heating up the pages in MANWHORE +1 by New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans…

Billionaire playboy? Check.
Ruthless businessman? Check.
Absolutely sinful? Check.

Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.

I intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle–not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.

Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.

Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?





I’ve never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at the M4 corporate building. A handful of employees ride along with me, murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I think my mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to speak. But I smile in reply—my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful, definitely hopeful. My riding companions step out on their floors one by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own.

Toward him.

Toward the man I love.

My body is raging. My blood is pumping—my blood is storming—my thighs are shaking. My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when I hear the elevator ting at his floor.

Stepping out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. But I hardly have eyes for anything except the tall and imposing frosted glass doors at the far end of the room.

Framing those doors to each side is a pair of sleek designer desks, for a total of four.

Behind these desks are four women in identical black-and-white suits, sitting behind their gleaming dark-oak desks, working quietly behind their flat-screen computers.

One of them, the forty-year-old Catherine H. Ulysses—right hand of the man who owns every inch of this building—stops what she’s doing when she sees me. She arches her brow, then seems both tense and relieved as she lifts the receiver on her desk and murmurs my name into it.

I. Am. Not. Breathing.

But Catherine doesn’t miss a beat as she motions me toward the huge frosted doors—those intimidating doors—that lead into the lair of the most powerful man in Chicago.

The human being with the most powerful effect on me.

This is what I’ve been waiting for, for four weeks. This is what I wanted when I left a thousand messages on his phones and what I wanted when I wrote a thousand others that I left unsent. To see him.

For him to want to see me.

But as I force myself to step forward, I don’t even know if I’ll have the strength to stand before him and look him in the eye after what I did.

I’m wracked so hard with nervousness and anticipation and hope—yes hope, small but bright, even as I shake like a leaf.

Catherine holds the door open, and I struggle to hold my head high and walk into his office.

Two steps inside I hear the swoosh of the glass door shutting behind me and my systems halt at the familiar sight of the most beautiful office I’ve ever been in.

His office is all vast marble and chrome, twelve-foot ceilings, and endless floor-to-ceiling windows.

And there he is. The center of its axis. The center of my world.

He’s pacing by the window, speaking into a headset in a low, low voice—the kind he uses when he’s pissed. All I can make out are the words have to be dead to let her fall into his clutches …

He hangs up, and as if he feels me in the room, he turns his head. His eyes flare when he sees me. His green eyes.

His achingly familiar, beautiful green eyes.

He inhales, very slowly, his chest expanding, his hands curling a little at his sides as he looks at me.

I look back at him.

Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint.

I just walked into the eye of the most powerful storm of my life. No. Not a storm. A hurricane.

Four weeks, I haven’t seen him. And he still looks exactly as I remember. Larger than life, and more irresistible than ever.

His striking face is perfectly shaven today, and his sensual lips look so achingly full I can almost feel them against mine. Six-feet-plus of perfectly controlled male power stand before me, in a perfect black suit and a killer tie. He’s the very devil in Armani; strong-boned, square-jawed, gleaming dark hair and those penetrating eyes.

He’s got the best eyes.

They twinkle mercilessly when he teases me, and when he doesn’t tease me, they’re mysterious and unreadable, assessing and intelligent, keeping me guessing about his thoughts.

But I had forgotten how cold those eyes used to be. Green arctic ice looks back at me now. Every fleck of ice in those eyes gleaming like diamond shards.

He clenches his jaw and tosses the headset aside.

           He looks as approachable as a wall, his shoulders stretching his white shirt, which clings to his skin like a groupie. But I know he’s not a wall; I’ve never wanted to throw myself at a wall like this.

He’s walking towards me. Every step he takes makes my heart pound as he moves with that quiet and confident own-the-world stride of his.

He stops a few feet away and shoves his hands into his pants pockets; and he seems so big all of a sudden, and he smells so utterly good. I drop my eyes to his tie as the little candle of hope I walked in with starts to flicker with doubt.



Jill’s Review

Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans picked up where Manwhore left us hanging and salivating for more.

When we left Rachel and Malcolm Saint, he had learned the truth and she had her heart crushed. Now they are both alone and miserable. She needs to prove he was never just a story to her and learn to trust in herself. And he needs to come to terms with his hurt feelings, his loss of trust and decide if what they had is more important. will love conquer all? Can Rachel prove to Saint she IS worthy of being his +1? Because really isn’t that every girl’s dream, or your secret dream becoming a Manwhore’s +1? Being that one girl who was able to tame that sexy man beast. The one who captured the manwhore’s attention so fully that he reformed his ways and NEVER looked back!

I just loved sinking back into this delicious book from Katy Evans. It is such an easy story to lose yourself in because it is just so well written – the words just flow around you and you lose yourself in their tale. This is a book you want to experience for yourself so that you can feel the emotions flow over you as you read the book. You need to feel lost with Rachel as she is without her Saint and trying to find her way back to him. You need to experience the sexual tension as Saint and Rachel meet back up and it is only business between them. That tension just explodes off of the pages! Watching them reestablish their relationship while establishing new boundaries was actually truly beautiful to watch. It made them stronger as individuals and then a a couple. And somehow made Malcolm even sexier – I know, who the hell would have thought THAT was possible!

I most definitely recommend this book. If you haven’t already picked up Manwhore you are missing out. No seriously! I am just sitting here, not so patiently waiting for someone to call DIBS on me!

I received a complimentary copy of Manwhore +1 in exchange for my honest review.


katy evans

Hey! I’m Katy Evans and I love family, books, life, and love. I’m married with two children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to know more about books in progress, look me up on the Internet, I’d love to hear from you!


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Call Sign Karma by Jamie Rae ~ Spotlight



Love in the no-fly zone…

Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly the Air Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger…

Thanks to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?



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As a military spouse and Air Force Veteran, this story was one that hit close to home. For my debut novel, I thought it was important to not only write about what I know but to also write about what I love.

It was my goal to give the reader a raw and honest look into the life of a not only a fighter pilot, but also to give an inside glimpse into the emotions and situations that are experienced by spouses, family members, friends and anyone who has ever loved the brave men and women who have volunteered to wear the uniform and protect our freedoms. It is often said that it is not only the soldier who serves but the entire family. I have been on both sides and I couldn’t agree more.

This is a glimpse into the opening scene where Tink relives her brother’s crash. And although she is watching it on a tablet, her pain is so deeply rooted that she feels like she is inside of the cockpit with him.


There was zero chance of survival—for either of us.

The thought caused my insides to twist as I stood, paralyzed staring at the blazing

inferno. I watched in shocked horror from the window of the control tower as the jet fueled flames fed on his body, still strapped inside of the cockpit.

Tonight the distant flames were from a bonfire that danced happily in celebration

of a holiday, but their flames were close enough to ignite the memories. Memories that

still fueled my nightmares. A familiar chill skated down my spine.

I slammed down the beer bottle on the table next to me and looked away from the

flames. Sweet honey lager splashed out and onto the cover of my tablet that sat on the

edge of the table.

The tablet called to me. I couldn’t help but reach for it, my shaking hand nearly

knocked over the beer bottles that surrounded it. My index finger hovered over the

screen. The damn arrow glowed as if challenging me to touch it.

Go ahead Tink, watch me one more time.

I swallowed the boulder-sized lump in the back of my throat as I accepted the

dare. My finger tapped the start button and instantly dropped me in the middle of the

nightmare that had consumed and wrecked my life.

“Altitude. Altitude. Pull up. Pull up.” The unemotional, mechanical female voice

of the jet’s warning system rang out.

Her words rattled in my head like a pinball looking for its escape. I studied the

altimeter screaming toward two thousand feet.

“Pull up,” her empty voice commanded. Each time she repeated those words, my

stomach lurched. That voice, that command, still haunted me.

I squeezed my eyes closed unable to stop from reliving that day in the tower and

how her robotic tone had sent everyone into a panic. I stood frozen, unable to do a damn

thing as the jet continued its nosedive.

My own weight crushed me as if I were being pushed down by the forces of a

hard turn in the cockpit. I gasped for oxygen, my lungs rebelling as the image of the jet

pitched down. I began counting between breaths to keep from passing out the way they

had taught us in pilot training.


The sound of calm breaths from video filled the air. The ground rushed closer as

the jet blitzed toward fifteen hundred feet.

“Pull up,” the voice repeated. “Pull up.”


I leaned forward and my lips parted as if I were going to retch, but nothing spilled out. I forced each breath to prevent me from blacking out like Colin. His calm, sleeplike breaths seeped from the tablet’s speakers, haunting me in its wavelike rhythm. I held the tablet tight in my hands. The breaths were the last sound that I’d ever hear from him.

“Pull up! Pull up!”

A giant green arrow flashed across the video. It acted as a forewarning of the jet’s impending impact. My entire body shuddered as adrenaline thrust through my veins.

I wanted to choke the aloofness from her tone. To the jet’s warning system it was

just another jet. To me, it was my world coming to an end. She may as well have tacked

the word ‘idiot’ onto her feeble attempt of a warning.

The military Humvees scrambled on the screen like cockroaches escaping the

light. I was paralyzed. I couldn’t do anything to prevent it from happening then. Why did

I still hope I could stop it now?

“Pull up!”

I closed my eyes.

It was too late.

“Pull up!”


I opened my eyes. The ground rush on the display was exactly how they described

it in pilot training; the world blossomed as earth ripped through to meet you in the


Her vacant voice instructing him to pull up was the last thing to ring out right

before my life shattered. Everything exploded into a bright blinding haze on the screen

with a blaring detonation. The blood cooled in my veins.

I flipped the tablet cover and traced my still trembling finger along the lines of the

worn material. I had stolen the video from my father’s files the night after the funeral. I

had watched it a thousand times, each time reliving the horrors of that day.

But tonight, once was enough.

Tonight, I had to figure out how the hell I was going to climb into the cockpit and

fly the jet that killed my brother.


I hope you will continue the story and if you do please drop me a line and let me know if I accomplished my mission! Until then…Who is your favorite brave man or woman who wears a uniform and keeps us safe? Please share!




JAMIE RAE is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She writes with one goal in mind–create stories with a positive message that will stay with the reader long after they’ve finished reading.

Jamie is an avid reader and loves discovering stories with a great hook, though she will not eat, sleep, or speak until she reaches the end. The Harry Potter years weren’t pretty!! Convinced that her Hogwarts letter was lost in the mail, she keeps a watchful eye for owls hoping her children will have better luck!

In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.


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Rule Breaker by Harper Kincaid ~ Spotlight & Giveaway


Rule Breaker by Harper Kincaid

Break on Through, #1

(March 3, 2015,  Samhain Publishing)





Just one more can’t hurt…right?


Re-belle-ious, free-spirited Lauren Renwick has decided it’s time to trade her wings for roots. That means no more bad boys, no more foolish choices. Yet when she’s stood up on New Year’s Eve, her resolution to stick to her Mama’s Rules for Dating weakens. Especially when she spots sex-in-leather-and-tattoos, Jackson Sullivan.


One look at Lauren, and Jackson is hell-bent on getting her on the back of his Harley and riding straight for his bed. Their night together is an erotic rush that has a new word popping up on his horizon—forever.


Lauren tries to convince herself he’s just one last fling to get bad boys out of her system, yet she finds herself falling hard and fast for a man with a stalker ex and a meddling Irish family. Plus, he has zero chance of passing her uptight parents’ inspection.


Jackson has Lauren’s back, but if she wants all of his heart, she’ll have to meet him halfway—by ditching rules that hold her prisoner, and learning to stand up for what she really wants.



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 “I knew I wanted the option of a woman like you. I wanted to be worthy of someone who was fuckin’ stunning, someone who maintained her sweet in a world full of sour. I wanted a woman with a heart and a brain and a soul. I’m a greedy son of a bitch, and I wanted my piece. I’m takin’ it and I’m not giving it back.”


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A woman with the heart of a revolutionary,

The mind of a pragmatist,

And the inappropriate humor of your tipsy BFF…


Born in California and raised in South Florida, I’ve moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on my head ever since. Along the way, I’ve worked as a community organizer, a professional matchmaker, an art teacher, a popular blogger, and a crisis counselor (to name a few). All the while, longing to have the guts and follow-through to do what I really wanted: to write and become a published author. That wish has finally come true and I am tickled pink with glitter over this good piece of fortune.


What else? Hmm…I love indie, lo-fi, complaint rock played on vinyl, wearing black because it’s slimming, the theater, well-informed optimism, happy endings (both kinds),and making those close to me laugh ’til they snort. I’m a self-admitted change junkie, loving new experiences and places, but have now happily settled in the cutest lil’ town, Vienna, Virginia. I totally love hearing from readers so stalk me via social media or email me at!




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Reliant Service by Regina Morris ~ Author Spotlight




4th novel (5th book) of the COLONY series by author Regina Morris.

Each book in the suspenseful and sensual paranormal romance series is stand-alone and can be read in any order. Each book is a complete story.

A covert team of sexy vampires protects the President of the United States.

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After faking his death from an assassination attempt on the President, and retiring his first and only alias with the Colony, Daniel Brighton discovers the mandatory sabbatical to be less than exciting. He chooses to do a favor and act as a security guard for a fading pop-singer, Lori Austin, whose career is winding down. He travels across Europe with her and discovers her past to be one of deception and intrigue with a history leading directly back to the Colony itself.

Lori Austin is struggling to keep her career alive, and is willing to do what is necessary to save it. From bad press and scandalous stories, she travels across Europe on a relief tour to revitalize her career but doesn’t realize she is traveling with a vampire. Discovering a hidden family secret, she realizes that the one man who can save her is the handsome security guard she fought so hard not to hire.

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Regina Morris loves paranormal romances featuring vampires, but her personal taste is suspenseful and lighthearted – not horrific and gory.

She writes the COLONY series that features a covert group of sexy vampires who protect the President of the United States. Her fifth novel, due out later this year, came in first place in the Houston Writers’ Guild’s Fall manuscript contest.

The White House, the President, and Washington D.C. are merely backdrops to support her romance series (the COLONY). They offer some suspense, but her books are romances and not political thrillers.

She has lived in many different parts of the world, and grew up on military bases. Her father was career military and CIA; his father worked with the Secret Service. She graduated high school in Germany and attended the University of Texas at Austin, where she received a degree in Computer Science with a minor in math. Her specialty is social media and she loves connecting with people.

Besides writing, she has past work experience as a software engineer (current job), public speaker, sales representative (#1 National Sales Rep for an online company years ago), and she is an amateur portrait and sports photographer.

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