Skygods Booty!

There are some fantastic book giveaways and reviews happening all over social media today!

– Author Jennifer DeLucy has a Facebook / Twitter contest to win an ebook set of Hydraulic Level Five & Skygods HERE.

– I am giving away Jennifer DeLucy’s Paranormal Romance Light Series HERE.

– Numerous book blogs are participating in the SKYGODs Tour Giveaway HERE.

Everybody's a Skygod.

Everybody’s a skydiving Skygod.

And we’ve got some great reviews:

“What made me love this so much was the characters and the way the story evolved and their believable, drama free – oh how I love drama free stories! – story made want to re-read the first book and at parts hug them both – okay maybe Sam a little bit more!” 5/5 —The Lovely Pages Reviews

“[Latchaw] manages to go into the nitty-gritty of many issue, yet doesn’t gloss over them three pages later. I absolutely love that because real problems aren’t solved with a wave of a wand. You take them on and see where they lead you.” 4/5 –Andy, Owl Always Be Reading

As for Samuel and Kaye, I just love them. They have completely captured my heart. Their love story is so beautiful and tender.” 5/5 –Jenny, Book Sojourner

Happy Skygods reading.
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SKYGODS Book Tour & Giveaway

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The SKYGODS Tour and Giveaway is underway! Enter for a chance to win one of the following goodies:

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Keep in mind that many of the participating book blogs have their own giveaways happening too, such as ebook raffles. I’ll add to this link list as blogs post their reviews and share their giveaways.

The next ten days is going to be fun!

Tuesday, August 26:

“It is a huge talent when author is able to touch her readers with her words in a powerful way. And Sarah Latchaw has it. Skygods is not your ordinary contemporary romance and Kaye’s & Samuel’s story touched me like no other.” 5/5Reading Is My Breathing

“I was captivated from the very first page and found myself engrossed with the story and continuously reading all through the night. I made sure that I finished it all in one sitting because it’s just the type of story that doesn’t let go once its got its teeth into you.” 4/5 —Fic Talk

“There are multiple layers to Kaye and Samuel’s relationship and a history that keeps their story interesting and provocative. This is no fluffy romance but one with tension, love, fear, drama, laughter, and passion.” 4/5Sincerely Stacie

“The artistic sensitivity of Samuel and the adventurous humor of Kaye make this entire series one of my favourite love stories of all time and I hope that this is not that last time that I get to live in their world.” 5/5Agents of Romance

“If I loved them before, I loved them even more here. In this book, we’ll get to know Samuel more…  their past and present. It is very touching and captivating…. And it is written so beautifully, so flawlessly… thus, making me a huge fan of Ms. Latchaw.” 5/5 –SlitsRead





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SKYGODS Has Landed!

It’s SKYGODS RELEASE DAY! We’re off to a good start, simply because Amazon released on time and not on the U.S. Labor Day, when a lot of you were outside barbecuing, ha.

skygodsSkygods can be found here:   Amazon  / Barnes & Noble  / Amazon UK  / Amazon AU / Amazon CA

Kaye Trilby and her ex-husband, world-famous author Samuel Cabral, vowed to fight for their rekindled love in rain or shine. They didn’t realize they’d be caught in a deluge so quickly.
A near-fatal skydiving accident shows Kaye how her reckless behavior affects the ones she loves. But while she knows Samuel is afraid to lose her again, she isn’t ready to give up the thrill of the wild backcountry.
Something darker is slipping into Samuel’s mind, though. The specters of his past are re-emerging. Just as all of Hollywood is bracing for his blockbuster book-to-movie adaptation, his polish seem to be deteriorating. When he appears on Kaye’s doorstep late one night in a rumpled tuxedo, erratic and agitated, it seems that romance with her ex might be her biggest leap yet. A string of failed relationships has pushed Samuel to the brink, the fall-out leaving him in a dark place—a place where Kaye is powerless to help him. She is reluctantly drawn back into Samuel’s glittering and backbiting world of celebrity, all the while clinging to the steadfast peaks of home.
Can Kaye risk her heart with Samuel a second time? Will they ever find their blue skies?

Early reviews indicate that the second book in the Hydraulic series is as much enjoyed as the first, which is a Giveaway itemsrelief to hear for any writer! Throughout the next ten days, I’ll share links to book blogs participating in the SKYGODS TOUR & GIVEAWAY, so you’ll know where to go to read their reviews and try to win lots of goodies, like signed paperbacks, gift cards, and more.

Here’s one of the prizes I’m kicking in: a top-line hiking daypack from Osprey. When I tried it on, I was really tempted to keep it—it’s an awesome light-weight bag that’s perfect for one-day expeditions, whether you’re in the mountains or in the city.

But for now, HAPPY READING!

Skygods Excerpt #2

I believe in incentivizing achievement (okay, bribery). I promised a Skygods excerpt for shelf adds on Goodreads, and you delivered!

So now I’m delivering.

Have I mentioned that Skygods hits stores in TEN DAYS? Well, it does!

Enjoy the substantial snippet.

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The rest of the ride was chilly and silent.

The train slowly pulled into the 190th Street station. Samuel ground his teeth as we left the platform and stepped into an industrial elevator, brusquely nodding to the attendant.

But the odd discomfort melted away when the doors opened and we stepped into a world of green, green, green. The picture Samuel sent me weeks ago didn’t do the place justice. Some brilliant city planner made wondrous use of the naturally hilly terrain, and what emerged was a fairytale blend of stone arches and shady foliage. As we climbed higher into the Fort Tryon Park, I caught a glimpse of the Hudson River far below, gray and hazy.

“Are you sure this is Manhattan?”

“Oh yes, we’re on the edge of Washington Heights. Take a jaunt south down Broadway and you’ll hit the Dominican neighborhood, follow the merengue. But these bluffs…I always feel as though I’m walking through a Thoreau poem when I’m here,” Samuel murmured. “‘Give me thy most privy place, where to run my airy race‘ The park’s still something of a secret. Or it seems that way, to me.”

My lips quirked—Samuel and his poetry. For him, musing over the Romantics was akin to breathing, it came so naturally. If I tried, I’d sound like a haughty snoot.

“So, which bench do you sleep on?”

He laughed. “None of these. My apartment building is across that grassy stretch—see the archway?—then down a set of stairs. This is a round-about way to get there, but I couldn’t wait to show you the park.”

We walked in silence. Suddenly, Samuel dragged light fingers along my spine and I jumped. His face was full of apology.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. You asked a fair question.”

I waved him away. “It’s okay. I’m not your parent.”

“I’m trying to be more open.”

“I know.”

He rubbed the knuckle of my ring finger, squeezed it, and let it go, his face twisted in defeat. It made me sad. No, no defeat, Samuel. Look how far we’d travelled on this third road. Two months ago, I wouldn’t have even known to ask.

I watched him shuffle the package between his arms. “Speaking of being open, are you going to tell me what’s in that thing?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Did Ace bring you a bust of Ted Williams?”

“Um….no. It’s an urn.”

I cocked my head. An urn?

“It contains my mother’s ashes.”

I pivoted so quickly, my purse swung off my shoulder. “You’ve been carrying a cremation urn all afternoon? Your…y-your mother.” My hands flew to my mouth as I eyed the package that contained the earthly remains of Rachel Caulfield Cabral. “I wish I’d known. Oh Samuel, I’m so sorry.” I had no idea what to say, so only awkwardness spilled from my mouth. “We should have taken the taxi so you didn’t have to carry them—her—onto the subway. What if you’d been robbed?”

He shrugged. “Then some thief would be sorely disappointed.”

“Where did it—she—come from?”

“Ace’s relatives came across them in the family home. He called and asked if I wanted the urn. I guess no one else did.”

“That’s really heartbreaking.” Sorrow for Rachel Caulfield Cabral crept into my chest, in spite of myself. I eyed the morbid box as we descended the park stairs into the neighborhood below.

He was right—the bottom of the bluff was a different world of Art Deco and fire escapes.

“Is it legal to fly with remains?”

“I don’t know. Ace took his family’s private plane. Here’s my place.” He stopped in front of an eight-story façade with awnings. I noticed he refused to refer to the Caulfields as his own family. I knew he’d never cared about them, but his omission was so deliberate, it was almost passive aggressive.

As he collected his held mail from the doorman, I took in the lobby. Cracked tile floors, mint walls—nothing like the gentrified East Village brownstones. According to Samuel, Inwood suited him perfectly, unlike the “bohemian” neighborhoods south of Fourteenth Street. I jokingly called him a snob. Yet another dichotomy of Samuel Caulfield Cabral, formerly of Lyons. He turned up his nose at pretention, but kept his own secrets and failings guarded beneath a veneer of flawlessness.

“So, what are you going to do with the urn?” I hedged.

He sighed. “No clue. I’d rather not talk about it anymore.”

Yes, Samuel’s head needed a serious feng shui but, like he said, he was trying. Open him carefully I fingered the laminated poem in my purse.

There was nothing more I could do for Samuel right now and, frankly, he didn’t want me to. I wrapped my arms around his middle and murmured a last “I’m so sorry about your mother.” Then I promptly collapsed into the first bed I was steered toward, where sleep came to collect.