Book tour for Glimmers by Barbara Brooke!

Welcome to my tour stop for Glimmers by Barbara Brooke. This is a clean adult chick-lit/women's fiction with paranormal elements. This is a review tour that runs December 15-19. Check out the tour page for the full schedule.

About the Book:

Glimmers by Barbara Brooke


A simple touch and suddenly, Paige is in the past — living someone else’s life, seeing the world through her eyes, and feeling her deepest emotions.

Paige used to think memories existed only in one’s mind. But now, she knows better. She can’t explain how or why, but she has “glimmers”: special moments that have remained behind — clinging to a letter, a ring, even a worn-out pair of boots.

When Paige returns from each glimmer, a small part of her has changed. Who is this gourmet cook, fashion designer, feisty lover? And how is she supposed to explain this to her family without them thinking she has completely lost her mind?

Paige believes her new talent is a gift, until she’s transported into her sister’s memory and catches a glimmer of her secret life.

Take this humorous and romantic journey as Paige learns about true love through the lives of three extraordinary women.

eLit Book Awards (Illuminating Digital Publishing Excellence) 2012 ~ First place in Romance

Kindle Book Review Best Indie Author 2012 ~ Semifinalist in Romance

New York Book Festival 2012 ~ Runner-up in Romance

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Glimmers is only .99 cents from 12/15-12/20!

Excerpt

I rummage through another bag and discover an onion at the bottom. Off to a good start. I mean, onions taste good in everything, don’t they? A minute later, I’m wiping tears from my cheeks while scraping diced onion from my cutting board. The small squares tumble into a large pot, and melted butter engulfs them, creating a pleasant sizzling sound. I wander toward my prep area, both arms overflowing with exotic spices. Something explodes under my boot. I groan as a second small burst of liquid breaks free of its skin and squishes across the floor. I glance down and recoil at the veritable army of purple grapes that now covers my wooden floor.

“Nice!” I lean against the counter and inspect the damage to my boots. Wine-colored goo’s dripping from my heel. I swipe a paper towel over the messy substance and scour it clean. My finger grazes the boot’s surface, and I’m immediately reminded of how awesome my newest purchase is. Thank goodness the juice didn’t ruin the top.

I’m finally beginning to relax when my suede boots start to shimmer. Wait one minute. They’re not supposed to shimmer. And why do my hands look like they’re made from glazed porcelain? I scan my kitchen. Everything’s sparkling: the stove, the sink, even my wooden cabinets. What’s going on here?

The room abruptly shifts, and coffee in my favorite mug begins to swirl. It doesn’t take long before my entire kitchen is spinning out of control. My feet slip and slide across the floor. I slam into my refrigerator and grip the door. Something is terribly wrong. What am I supposed to do? I must focus on my breathing: one, two, three …. This isn’t working!

After a few more rotations, the room stops spinning. My stomach, however, is still churning, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to open my eyes again. A minute passes before I can even attempt to wedge apart one eyelid. Where am I? I’m in a kitchen, but not in my kitchen. My white cabinets have changed to dark Formica. Beige wallpaper covered with fruit surrounds me. Small, medium, and large cast-iron skillets hang neatly in a row. And is that an avocado-green stove?

Hmm, something smells yummy in here. I wonder what’s simmering on that green stove. I inhale the heady steam and pick apart its scrumptious fragrance: sautéed onion along with stewed tomatoes and bell peppers. Odd, this isn’t my nose; it belongs to someone else.

All right, I must have slipped and hit my head. I’m hallucinating and this is some sort of illusion. Strange — I’m aware of someone else’s thoughts and feel the motion of her body. I can hear her boots cross the floor. No, I mean my boots.

This has to be a dream.

I search for a reflective surface but can’t move a muscle. Suddenly, I realize she’s looking for a mirror. Hold on … how do I know this? Long, delicate fingers reach for a cabinet door. It opens, and attached inside is a round mirror. Wow. I’m not me. I mean, this isn’t me. I don’t have strawberry-blond hair, light freckles, and a soft pouty mouth ... and I’m definitely not a teenager.

About the Author:

Currently, Barbara Brooke resides in sunny Florida with her supportive husband, two adorable

children, gorgeous greyhounds, and scruffy mutt. She is actively creating new worlds and interesting characters for the next book in one of her series. Shhhh, can you keep a secret? Not only does she write spellbinding, heart-pounding women’s fiction, she also writes books for the young-at-heart, adventurous sort who yearn to dive into a good young adult fantasy story. These particular books are written under the name H.B. Bolton, but that is another story altogether.

Find the Author:

Website  | Facebook | Twitter  or @Barbara_Brooke  | Goodreads |
Amazon author page | Pinterest | Instagram or aglimmergirl

Giveaway:

$25 Amazon Gift Card (INT)

Ends 12/29/14

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This tour was organized by CBB Book Promotions.