Author Spotlight: @CadenceDenton and Her Delicious Wicked Palate Series #cozymystery #IARTG


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For me, writing is like marriage.

 

When I begin a new project/series I’ll admit I get excited. I get goosebumps, feel flushed, and daydream about the story, the setting, the characters. * Sigh * That is the courtship phase of writing.

 

Then there’s the honeymoon phase. You know, the early planning, the mapping out of story threads, plotting twists and scenes. Here is where synopses of scenes are born. However, they are fleshed out in the next phase.

 

The actual writing process comes after the honeymoon phase—it’s the nuts-and-bolts, give-and-take of my writing marriage. I always work out my story’s beginning and ending before I begin to write. Usually, I’m a linear writer—one who goes from beginning to end. If I get stuck (and I always get stuck), I will change directions and work from the story’s end back to the beginning. It’s like injecting a bit of spontaneity into a relationship. It shakes up the writing log jam.

 

When I finally finish the first draft, I transition into edit mode. Think of editing as the old married couple with their reading glasses propped on their noses, the wife with her cross stitch in her lap and her husband clutching the day’s newspaper. It’s like you know you love your story, you’re just not in love. Sometimes the editing phase can seem to go on and on and on, still it’s worth it—just like doing the work to keep your marriage afloat. Remember, anything worth keeping takes work. Believe me, after eight published books, I tell myself this often.

 

 

Who am I?

 

I’m an odd mixture of one-part dreamer, one part realist, and two parts stubborn–which can be a positive thing if you’re a writer. Not content to write in just one genre, I write dark paranormal romance, time travel, light science fiction, romantic comedy, and gritty romantic thrillers. Told you I was stubborn (that and a little crazy!). Besides, doing the same thing day after day can become boring and we can do with a little less boring, right?

 

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Midnight Delight ebook web size

 

Title Midnight Delight, Book One in the Wicked Palate Series

Author Cadence Denton

Genre Cozy Mystery, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb

Call me Contessa. Forget my name, you couldn’t pronounce it. I’m a professional chef—actually, I’m the LeBron James of chefs. Bobby Flay, Gordon Ramsay even Julia Childs have all been my students, and that’s just a few. I’ve probably forgotten more about the culinary arts than any chef alive has learned. I was in the thick of things when today’s conventional culinary techniques were first being developed. You ever used the three basic steps in dicing an onion? Prego. That was me. Ever heard of clarified butter? Bingo. Me again.

 

How can that be? I was born in Genoa, Italy in the year of our Lord 1642. That’s right. I’m an Eternal, a creature of darkness, a vampire…and I’m obsessed by what I cannot eat. Food.

 

Ironically, I’m the star of my very own cooking show on the Foodie Culinary Channel. My dream job! Where I get to create the recipes I adore and share them with my audience and one lucky dinner guest. Which is where my troubles began. And will end.

 

I was caught partaking the red jungle juice from the neck of my dinner date. I was threatened, attacked with Holy water, and finally blackmailed by my mild-mannered joke of an Associate Producer. As it turns out, she isn’t so mild-mannered.

 

Now I have two choices: turn her into a child of darkness or risk exposure to the human world.

 

I’m thinking there’s a third choice. His name is Rocco Guadagnino.

 

Excerpt

It’s funny what runs through your mind when facing death. You know the old saying about your life passing before your eyes? Well, that’s just a crock. At least it was for me.

If my life was a movie reel to play out on the Megaplex screen of my mind then Death had best opt for the jumbo bucket of popcorn and Big Gulp-sized soda because we’ll be here a while.

You see, I was born in Genoa, Italy in the year of our lord 1642 and unless I miss my guess, Death, in the form of the stern looking young man straddling my hips and holding a jagged piece of pine to my throat, wasn’t prepared to wait for the opening credits to roll. The cheapskate. He could have at least sprung for hardwood. It’s not that the visual wasn’t bad enough but what dominated my thoughts was the simple fact that it had been words—mere syllables, consonants, and vowels—that brought me to this point.

Not an excess of words. Not a War and Peace amount of words. Three words to be precise. Just three little words. How had they gone from I want you to Die, vampire bitch?

It was easy, really. Too damn easy. And it all started with a marinara sauce.

 

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Hungry Like A Wolf

 

Title Hungry Like the Wolf, Book Two in the Wicked Palate Series

Author Cadence Denton

Genre Cozy Mystery, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb

With her racist rant going viral, Foodie Network star, Marla Sheen aka America’s favorite grandmother, was having a bad week. Marla didn’t know what the fuss was about. She’d only spoken the truth—humans are inferior to lupo manaren. The problem is the human world knows nothing about werewolves, red drinkers, or any of the other Shadowlands citizens. When her attempts at damage control blow up in her face, she decides that appearing on the Dr. Bill show may not have been the best move, but hey, what else can possibly go wrong?

 

A whole lot as it happens.

 

The Captain, her mate and co-Alpha, is challenged for pack leadership by a much younger male and winds up in the hospital. A prickly wizard is sent in by the Shadowlands Congress to make certain Marla doesn’t out the supernatural community, and a man-stealing Jezebel of an ex-best friend shows up at her door. And that’s just the beginning.

 

When Marla turns to her friend, Contessa, for help, she discovers the Contessa is a continent away and has troubles of her own.

 

Excerpt

“What is it now, Eugene?” I snapped, the tears vanishing like a Death Valley mirage.

“Did you even read the script, Nana?” He asked tugging off his glasses.

“Gosh darn-it, Eugene! Yes, I read the danged script but with all this…” I swung an arm wide and gave my head a toss encompassing the cameraman, sound man, and the other hangers on, “foolishness I’ve been a little distracted. I mean, what did I do that was so wrong? I didn’t fire a handicapped person. I didn’t bad mouth the President. Please tell me, what did I do that warrants me giving a world-wide apology?”

“Really, Nana? You were caught in the middle of a racist rant. Even worse, the video of your rant was leaked to TMZ and Radar Online and is playing non-stop on CNN and MSNBC.”

“Poo!” I said rolling my eyes. “I only spoke the truth. Compared to the lupo manaren, humans are an inferior race. Their senses of smell, sight, hearing, and taste are equal to a slug’s. Don’t frown. You know it’s true!”

He cast a glance over his shoulder, and said, “I know Nana, but the humans…”

“Are a nasty, smelly race,” I finished in my because I said so tone.

Eugene plowed both hands through his hair as though he wanted to rip it out and said through gritted teeth, “You’re angry because a human chef won the Culinary Arts Outstanding Chef Award.”

I growled—an involuntary reflex in a lupo manaro when threatened or sassed by a young pup that needed his pants dusted. He knew that was a sore subject for me. He also knew we were in mixed company and was thus safe from said dusting of pants.

Sniffing, I smoothed a wrinkle from my skirt. “The award should have been mine—Stuart Poser stole it from me. He bribed the judges.”

Eugene clapped a hand to his mouth. “He did?” He gasped.

“Well, he must have,” I hedged casting him a sullen gaze from beneath my lashes. “It was the only way he could possibly win.”

 

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Book Three in the Wicked Palate coming Summer 2017

 

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Meet Iris Sweetwater @irisissweet1 and Sizzling Texas Roze #romance #amreading


Iris Sweetwater

 

Today, it’s our absolute pleasure to introduce you to Iris Sweetwater. She’s a romance/fantasy/paranormal author and a fun person, too. We met via Twitter and MRS N can’t wait to read her latest release, Texas Roze. She agreed to sit down with MRS N for an interview and we think you’ll agree when we say you should check out her writing. So please give a warm welcome to Iris. Take it away, Iris:

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

It is very hard to choose. I think you know that as an author, I am also a book lover. I have read so many. I am going to stick to three in particular, though I think I won’t be the only one using these. 🙂

  • JK Rowling: Obviously, she has the ultimate career, and I can’t say I wouldn’t want that. However, there is much more about her that inspires me. I had to write a paper about her for school about 12 years ago, and I found out so amazing things. She was at the lowest of lows as a single mother who had nothing when she first started writing Harry Potter, and it took a long time to get recognized and get a book deal. She went through a lot of struggles and still came out in top, and she is a nice and brilliant person.

 

  • Jane Austen: This is the ultimate woman in writing romance. Even though her settings speak of a time I didn’t live in, I feel a lot of her themes are still relevant today. And let’s face it, her male characters are the best to base any man you write about on.

 

  • Holly Black: She is not afraid to be unique in life and in her writing. I can also tell that a lot of research goes into her writing. She sticks to the lore.

 

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I think names mean everything, especially when the setting is at a certain point in time. I think sound is great, but sometimes meaning is quite important. It’s funny that you ask this because I am actually holding a poll for readers to choose the names of my main characters in my next book. I like seeing everyone else’s opinion.

 

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

It’s probably ridiculous, but I see myself in a house I bought with my family, maybe another child or two we adopted. And I see myself with several books published and well known-maybe even a movie deal in the works. * crosses fingers *

 

Have you always liked to write?

Yes, I have actually been writing since I was 4. We joke about it all the time now, but I liked it so much that instead of doing boring journal prompts in kindergarten I would get in trouble for making up crazy stories about my grandfather being murdered or something!

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I have a lot in the works for this year, but the next two that I have coming out are a part of two series. One is a stand alone romance where all the books will have the same setting. They are short and steamy, just the way some of my readers like it. The other is the first in an epic dystopian trilogy called Desert Runners. It pulls from things like Mad Max and Divergent and adds in some unique twists all its own.

 

If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

It would be Baby Doll. That was a nickname I was given when I was in high school. I’d like to think I’d have something similar to a Sailor Scout and look that good, but that might be another nerdy pipe dream 😉 .

 

What literary character is most like you?

I used to think it was Bella form Twilight, though I am not that adverse to rain and snow or to shopping. Now that I have read the Celestra series by Addison Moore, I think I found a better candidate; Skyla. She is the main character, and I swear it’s like reading my own feelings and thoughts.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have my lovely C-section scar.

 

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have a LOT of strange dreams and nightmares, in particular. A lot of them revolve around being eaten by a monster or bitten by a snake. However, I have a few dreams that star one man, in particular, I’ve always wanted to talk to a dream expert about. It’s always set in modern times, yet the man’s chasing me, trying to find me to kill me. He looks like he just stepped out of the wild west. He had a handle bar mustache, a duster, and even the right kind of gun. I am always trying to escape him, and he always finds me.

 

Texas Roze

 

Title: Texas Roze

Author: Iris Sweetwater

Genre: Contemporary Romance (with some steamy scenes)

 

Book Blurb:

Roze had everything a 23-year-old girl should want; a great relationship with her zany mother, an amazing career where she got to meet some of the world’s top celebrities, a high-rise apartment in L.A., and a hot boyfriend. But Roze was bored with being the girl everyone was jealous of, and her opportunity to try her hand at being someone else came with the phone call from a lawyer telling her that her father had passed away; the father she had stopped visiting for some reason after she turned 12. He had left her his ranch in Texas to share ownership with her step brother who she hardly knew.

So, Roze did what any other woman would do in her predicament; pack up her life in the city and head to the ranch to find herself. Though, along the way, she may find a man…. or two, as well as the father she didn’t get the time to know.

 

Excerpt:

“I don’t know a lot about farming or animals, I have no problem admitting to that, but I do know some about business. I think we’re running a bad business right now.” Roze glanced sideways at Jake who leaned back in his seat looking amused while covering his smiling mouth.

 

“What makes you say that?” Todd asked, sitting up in his seat to pay closer attention now. Even if it was anger that got his attention, at least he would listen now.

 

“It doesn’t matter if you think we’ll have the money to afford more workers because we have to have them in order for this place to operate at its optimum level. If we lose animals or crops because we only have three people, and one is inexperienced, then there’s no point in worrying about profit – we will go under. We’ll disgrace Dad’s name.” She felt more confident now, holding her head high.

 

Todd looked like he was mulling it over while scrutinizing her new-found voice as Jake slapped his hand on the table with a chuckle. “Damn, she schooled you,” Jake joked, nudging Todd in a teasing manner. Todd didn’t look like he was in the mood. In fact, he was dangerously quiet for far too long. So, it shocked Roze to the core when he finally responded.

 

“I’ll call back two of the old workers tomorrow and see if they’ll take a temporarily reduced salary. I’ll also give you access to Dad’s office in the morning so you can take a look at the business side of things. In the meantime, I need you to pick two things that you want to work on every day until you become an expert. I am not going to be the only owner that works this land.” Todd narrowed his eyes at her as if he were her father giving an order, and even though he wasn’t of his blood, she could see his mannerisms in Todd now.

 

“Thank you,” she told him, nodding and then turning on her heel. She still needed a shower, and she didn’t want to outwear her welcome when she just made a big, important demand of Todd.

 

Heading back into her room, she realized that perhaps a bath would do her more good after the long day of work and went about gathering a towel and a robe for afterward. Then, she turned on the water to fill the large garden tub that had replaced the claw foot that had been in there when she was younger. She was noticing updates all over the house that had been an attempt to modernize it since she got there, and though she appreciated the ability to relax in the bathtub, she kind of missed the traditional piece of plumbing.

 

Just as she turned off the water and sprinkled some bath salts into the pool of liquid, a light knock came at her door. Roze looked at it in curiosity for a moment before going to it, wondering what either of the two men in the house would want with her.

 

When she opened it, she found Jake standing there, looking sheepish for the first time since she had met him. He had since put a shirt on, and in his hand, he held a makeshift bouquet of yellow and purple wildflowers. He’d obviously picked them outside.

 

“Hi,” he said with a goofy grin on his face. Roze realized that he was nervous about something.

 

“Are those for me?” she asked, pointing at the wildflowers in his strong hands.

 

Jake nodded.

 

“I know they aren’t much to look at compared to what you can get at a city shop, but it’s what I had.” Jake leaned into the doorway, and Roze leaned over to smell the flowers. They smelled beautiful and brought back instant memories of her childhood.

 

“They’re perfect,” she told him. “Did you want to come in and talk or something? Hang out?”

 

“Nah, I don’t want to keep you. I just wanted to come by and see you before I went back home and tell you that you were pretty kick ass down there.” They both laughed at that, and Roze began to feel like she might have an ally there after all. “I also kind of wanted to know if you would let me take you on a date this weekend. You know, now that you’ll have some of the workload off you.”

 

Roze was taken aback for a moment, not expecting Jake to ask her on a formal date. There was nothing holding her back since she had pretty much broke it off with her boyfriend back in L.A., but she hadn’t expected something so formal so quickly. Though, she found that she wanted to say yes.

 

“Sure, though I have no idea where we might go in such a small town.”

 

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he told her with another of his signature winks.

 

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Author Biography:

Iris Sweetwater has been writing since she could hold a pencil. Starting with poetry, she was excited to be published in many anthologies at the age of 13. As an adult, she made a living for almost seven years as a ghostwriter, writing thousands of websites, romance novels , erotica, paranormal, and fantasy for small and large publishing companies. She has also taught public speaking and English to children ages 4-18.

 

Today, she is starting a writing career she hopes to be proud of and be successful with, actually getting credit for the work she does. She hopes to turn being an author into something that can support the family she loves so much and take it as far as possible. Regardless, she will continue to write and teach children because she is passionate about what she does.

 

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Even Dragons Get the Blues… Take These Broken Wings @LiviaQuinn #books #dragons #MFRWAuthor


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How do you handle stress?

 

Sheriff Jack Lang came to Destiny after hearing it was a normal “safe” small town – the perfect place to raise his teenage daughter after years of abuse by his crazy ex. Well, the “normal” ship sailed the day he met Tempest Pomeroy. The weeks that followed challenged him far beyond his years as a Navy pilot. He’d been both appalled and attracted to the quirky mail carrier with the rainbow shaded hair and unpredictable weather “talents”. The events of the last months had rolled over them like a tidal wave and just as he was getting used to the idea of being a human lawman in a town of supernaturals, his world had been turned upside down.

 

 

Blurb:

Five months ago, Sheriff Jack Lang would have sworn there were no such things as vampires, tempestaeries, djinn or dragons. That was before he met Tempest Pomeroy, trouble magnet and sexy redheaded mail lady. He’d fallen for her before he found out about her “special abilities”. But that wasn’t what turned his life upside down. No, to say Jack’s world had gone FUBAR was like saying Wolverine’s fingernails were long enough for a manicure.

 

 

Tempe had been afraid her supernatural nature would be a problem for Jack, who’d mistaken Destiny for a “Mayberry-like” small town, but that didn’t explain why he’d left her in favor of haunting the highest levees in the parish. She knew he’d received a shock, but what was it going to take to get him to return to his life and to her? A stubborn man is one thing; a grumpy, depressed twenty-ton dragon is a bit more of a challenge.

 

 

Excerpt:

My stomach growled, again, and I caught a tantalizing whiff. What was it with this persistent aching hunger? Lately, I ate anything in my path, and I mean anything.

 

One thing had changed, however¾my sense of smell. I could smell a flea farting at fifty paces. I walked quickly around the building, tossing the coffee to the curb and marched like a laser beam – straight to the green dumpster at the rear of the parking lot.

 

The next thing I knew I was hip deep in trash, my new sniffer guiding me through an assortment of bags and boxes. My stomach thundered, but I was getting used to it, being hungry, I mean. I didn’t know what it took to fill up my dragon gut because so far it had never been full. And these pickings were slim.

 

What once would’ve turned Jack Lang’s stomach wasn’t bothering me, Jack Lang, Dragon Shifter, in the least. From here on, I’d be thinking of dumpsters as food banks.

 

I took in the chewed chicken wings, packets of catsup, smashed French-fries and hushpuppies, a bag of dredging flour and cornmeal. My mind lumped it together as energy. I squeezed the catsup onto my tongue. I couldn’t get enough, the containers and packaging were slowing me down. I popped leftover bones and followed them with handfuls of flour. Then I spotted a bucket of old grease and food sitting by the door to the dumpster. Yum!

 

As I reached for the handle a pair of familiar work boots and tanned legs entered my field of vision. “Jack, what are you doing in that dumpster?”

 

Tempe’s eyes widened when she saw my face, my hand on the handle of the bucket. I followed her gaze to the flour covering my shirt, pants and boots. I’d been single-mindedly scavenging and hadn’t had a clue that my uniform was caked in white crud, probably my face as well.

 

“Oh, this?” I couldn’t stop… I was on a binge. I reached for the bucket of slop, which had probably been awaiting some pig farmer, and upended it like a Super Duper 90 drink from Gatorz Grub.

 

While I guzzled the rich fatty mix of lard and leftovers I watched Tempe’s face turn green and she grimaced. “That is so gross!”

 

I stopped long enough to belch. “Hold that thought.” I finished off the bucket, let out an audible sigh of satisfaction, wiped my hands on my pants and tossed her my keys. “Do me a favor, will ya? Grab one of the duffels from my trunk.”

 

Her face said I needed more than just a clothing change. Well, it is what it is. I realized I was approaching midday with a different attitude, although it probably wasn’t quite the attitude Tempe had been looking for. When she returned, I pulled myself away from my delicious snack—I could always slip back tonight after they’d restocked my dumpster—they were open twenty-four hours.

 

I burped and cut a big gust, as we Navy pilots say. Tempe stopped a couple feet away pinching her nose shut. “Zeuus, Jack! Uu bight deed to thee a twagon toctor.” She extended the duffel to me with one finger of her other hand, as if she was afraid of getting cooties. I stripped off my shirt and pants and tugged on the clean clothes.

 

“Where did you come from?” I asked.

 

“I was on my way to Harmony and spotted your cruiser. I was just curi¾ Her voice trailed off.

 

“You were curious if I’d gone back to work like I said I would. You don’t have to worry, Tempe, darling.” I winced at my sarcastic tone. There was going to be hell to pay for treating the women I loved like this, but right now… “I stopped for coffee but after I meet with the ME, and have lunch with my mom, I plan to find Jordie wherever she is and let her flay my scales off. Then I have a case to solve.”

 

She didn’t miss that I hadn’t mentioned us. Things were not kosher in Denmark, or whatever that saying was, but I was making some baby steps toward taking my old life back. That was good, right?

“What’s up with the dumpster diving?”

 

I adjusted my gun belt on my hip and shrugged, “I was hungry.”

 

“Well, sorry I interrupted. Have you talked to Conor about this…um… hunger problem?” Tempe asked.

 

“Nope.” I spotted two nearly whole turkey legs lying on top of a trash bag and reached in snagging them—with two claws that shot out of my fingertips! “Shit.”

 

“What is it?” Tempe jumped forward, alarmed.

 

I held up my hand to show Tempe the drumsticks speared on a pair of five-inch claws. “How am I supposed to investigate when… claws pop out of my hands when I least expect it?”

 

“Um, well…” her lips twisted in a grimace. She shrugged.

 

“Right.” I took two chomps on the grimy, rotten legs then tossed them over my shoulder into the dumpster as I walked away, staring as the claws receded when they weren’t needed anymore. Which actually kind of rocked.

 

 

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“Destiny is like a mini-vacation from the real world.”

 

“My new favorite series” “Book 5 is out! quirky characters, shifters and magic. What else could you want?”

 

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About the Author:

Livia Quinn is a DC native who lives by the bayou in Louisiana. She believes in the power of love. To see excerpts from all her books visit https://liviaquinn.com

 

 

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Meet Eldon Farrell and the First Book in His Series #amreading #books #TuesdayBookBlog


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We’ve met some fascinating indie authors lately and ironically, they’re Canadian. One of these talented authors is Eldon Farrell. We got to chatting and come to find out, he’s just published his third medical mystery in his series. Mrs. N corralled him into an author interview and he agreed. Please give a warm welcome to Eldon and be sure to check out book 1 (Stillness). Mrs. N has just started reading it and it’s well-written, captivating … you get the point. Take it away, Eldon:

 

What book do you wish you could have written?

A number of years ago now I came across a novel by Robert Liparulo called Germ.  The blurb absolutely blew my mind!  There was no way I could not read the book.  His concept of a biologically engineered strain of Ebola that targets specific individual’s DNA was so original and intriguing that I wished it had been mine.  So for being entirely original—Germ is the novel I wish I could’ve written.

 

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Patrick Redmond is my favourite author and his books have inspired me greatly.  His talent is unsurpassed in my humble opinion and I continue to be amazed that more people don’t know about this author.  Pick any one of his books and you won’t be disappointed if you’re a fan of psychological suspense.  He could write about paint drying and have you on the edge of your seat—I swear!

 

The late great Michael Crichton is another inspiration of mine.  The way he could bend genres is something I greatly admire.  So often these days you find authors who only write one type of fiction; they never seem to leave that comfort zone.  Crichton wrote thrillers, sci-fi, historical fiction, you name it.  One of the reasons he is so sorely missed by his legions of fans.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…be humble.  Too much confidence in your abilities will hinder your growth as a writer.  When that happens…you’ll find yourself going nowhere fast.  Not everything you write is the greatest thing ever.  If you can learn to see your words as others will see them you’ll be amazed by how quickly you improve.

 

And beyond that piece of advice, every aspiring author should do themselves a favour and prepare to hear and read negative things being said about their work.  It’s not if as much as when—it will happen.  If you want to prosper in this line of work you have to take criticism.  I don’t know how many talented authors I’ve known who are your best friend until you criticize their work and then you’re dead to them.  It’s a shame really because again, if you can’t admit to yourself that you need improvement you’ll never improve.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I make it a habit to read my reviews.  If a reader of my work has taken the time to post their thoughts about it, then I feel it’s the least I can do.  Like all aspiring authors, I crave that feedback and long for more reviews.  It’s also just neat to think about someone a world away reading your words and being moved enough to write about them.

 

That said though, I do not respond to reviews whether they are good or bad.  Responding is tricky; no matter what you say it could be taken the wrong way because tone and inflection do not carry across the internet.  While I appreciate all the reviews I get, it’s just safer to remain silent on them.

 

The best advice I have for dealing with bad reviews would be to learn from them.  The first 3 star review I received was a bitter pill to swallow.  I could no longer say that all my reviews were positive.  But I learned about a grammatical blind spot I had from that review and have since been able to correct the book and improve as a writer.  I owe them a debt of gratitude.  Everybody is going to get bad reviews no matter how good the book is; just accentuate the positive and keep moving forward.

 

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

An easy question.  I love writing.  There is nothing more challenging or exciting than to be faced with the blank page and find a way to fill it up with a story that previously only existed in your head.  It’s awesome!  But as much as I love the writing I detest the marketing.  I don’t think I’m alone in that either.  So many writers struggle with marketing their books, myself included.  It’s a long road to visibility in this crowded marketplace and if I could avoid that part of the process I would!

 

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

Stillness is my first published novel.  Like so many others though, it’s not my first novel.  My first novel is securely buried on my backup drive where it shall never see the light of day.  Too many mistakes made there to fix but many lessons learned that enabled me to grow as a writer and complete Stillness.

 

And I’m sure you’ve noticed that Stillness is Book One of Descent, so yes, it’s not my only book.  Taken and Realm of Shadows, books two and three, are available now.  Each book stands on its own as a complete novel but the long story connects them all together in a complete narrative.

 

What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m so glad you asked that!  The project that I’m currently working on is a departure from what I’ve previously written.  Singularity is a dystopian future novel with an urban fantasy twist.  I’ve never had so much fun writing a novel and I really think readers will enjoy it.  In brief, it’s essentially about a time of great upheaval.  Through each character the struggle for and against change is then explored.  With the fantasy elements woven in I call it the comic book all grown up!

 

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I rarely drink and I have never smoked.  If I had a vice I would say it is comic books.  I have a massive collection of graphic novels that I love reading.  They keep me young!

 

What do you want your tombstone to say?

I was hoping for a pyramid.

 

If you had a superpower, what would it be?

This question is right up my alley.  If I had only one superpower it would have to be super speed.  To be able to zoom around like the Flash—that would never get old!!

 

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I’m tempted to say Bora Bora just because it looks so relaxing but the adventurous side of me would lean toward Antarctica.  To stand at the bottom of the world in a place where few ever tread would be awe inspiring.  And cold!!

 

What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

Retire! Ha!  No, seriously I’m too young for that.  I’d like to travel—to see the world with my beautiful wife beside me.  I’d like to take that quintessential family road trip with my wife and son that we all remember taking with our parents when we were young.  More specifically I would love to attend the San Diego Comic Con just once in my life—to stand at the summit of comicdom.

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

I was a quiet child, very introverted.  I remember spending many hours writing short stories back then—my introduction to fiction writing before I graduated to novels at the tail end of high school.

 

As a child of the 80s I really feel like I grew up in the golden age of toys.  We had it all from Transformers and G.I. Joe to Masters of the Universe and the just burgeoning home video game systems.  Of all the toys though my personal favourite remained Masters of the Universe.  Although if I watch the cartoon today I really have to wonder what I was thinking lol.  The innocence of childhood I guess; all I know is that toy line really expanded my imagination.

 

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Title: Stillness

Author: Eldon Farrell

Genre: Medical Mystery / Thriller

 

Book Blurb:

Some secrets won’t stay buried…

When people start to succumb to a virulent strain of plague in the seemingly idyllic hamlet of Stillness, the CDC is called in to investigate. Pulled from her training with the Epidemic Intelligence Service, Dr. Lynne Bosworth is tapped to head the investigation.

Many questions surround the outbreak, not the least of which is how did plague find its way to the heartland of America? Determined to find the answers and her own way out of the long shadow cast by her father, Lynne embarks for Iowa. Unable to isolate an index case of bubonic plague, patient zero is traced to Nikolai Markov; an old Russian bio warfare scientist.

Rumors of a bioterror attack are rampant.

Under examination, the bacteria present Lynne with many anomalies but few answers. The antibiotic resistance noted in the field is absent in the lab, while a synthetic gene is found that seemingly has no purpose. For her superiors it’s enough to deem the outbreak a biological attack, a conclusion that Lynne does not share. For her, something about the whole incident remains…elusive.

In search of evidence to either prove or disprove the bioterror claim, she crosses paths with FBI Special Agent Caleb Fine. Together, they come to believe that something other than a biological attack is going on in Stillness, and that the answer to what may lie in solving the fifteen-year-old murders of Bobby and Maggie Sullivan.

As the body count rises and the pressure mounts, they delve deeper into the shadowy past of this quiet town; in the process exposing secrets long thought forgotten until finally uncovering the shocking truth behind the cause of the outbreak.

 

Excerpt:

With a file in his left-hand Walt Anjou waddles into the tiny interrogation room and closes the door behind him without raising his eyes from the file.

 

Seated across the battered wooden table—with his right wrist shackled to said table—William Sullivan shows no sign of acknowledging the sheriff’s entrance.

 

Scraping the wooden chair along the floor, Walt tosses the file on the table and lowers his hulking frame into the chair.  Turning his left hand over he begins to examine his fingernails while completely ignoring his prisoner.

 

It’s a psychological tactic that’s supposed to frustrate the captive party.

 

Finally raising his eyes to look at Will, Walt bristles upon seeing that the tactic didn’t work.  Will Sullivan is still staring off into space.

 

“My boys tell me that aside from waiving your right to counsel, you’ve said nary a word since they found you hunched in an open grave.”  Pausing for effect Walt asks, “Your parents grave right?”

 

No answer.

 

“Yeah,” Walt calmly continues “Your parents’ grave.  Bobby and Maggie Sullivan—how proud they must be of you, don’t you think so?”

 

Only an experienced interrogator would notice it, but Walt is certain that he saw those distant eyes flinch just a little.  Smiling he continues.

 

“Who helped you dig up their grave?”

 

No answer.

 

“Oh come on,” Walt motions toward him saying, “I’m looking at you and I know that you didn’t move six feet of earth by yourself.  So who helped you?”  Leaning across the table Walt nods his head as he asks, “The same help that took their remains?”

 

Slowly Will turns his head and looks down at the table—at the file resting on it.

 

“You want to know what’s in here.”  Walt picks up the file continuing in a self-satisfied tone “This is what we in the law enforcement business like to call a trail of evidence—a pretty impressive one too, if I do say so myself.  Care to guess where the trail leads?”

 

No answer.

 

“You know exactly where it leads, straight to you.  I got to say, you are one persistent bastard Sullivan.  I mean I have here in my hands requests from you written to the M.E.’s office, several councilors, the mayor’s office, Christ you even wrote to the FBI crying for the case to be reopened.  You had to know that your parents’ case was never a federal matter, but you’re just that persistent.

 

“No matter how many times your request for their grave to be exhumed was denied, you just wouldn’t go away.”

 

Leaning back in his chair Walt closes the file and asks, “Do you see where I’m going with this?  We have a paper trail a mile long connecting you to this act not even mentioning the little fact that you were found in their empty grave.  So why don’t you tell me that I’m wrong?”

 

Keeping his eyes down Will offers no answer.

 

“What were you doing in their grave Sullivan?  Where are their remains?  What did you do with them?”

 

Looking up momentarily, Will shrugs his shoulders slightly before the vacant stare reclaims him.

 

Lowering his rough voice to just above a whisper, Walt asks menacingly “You think this is a game Sullivan?  Take a good look around you, at where you are.  You don’t see any two-way mirrors or windows in this room do you?

 

“I’ll tell you what else you don’t see.  You don’t see any cameras do you?  It’s just you and I in here and I suggest you start talking before I lose my patience with this bullshit silent act.  This isn’t some fucking movie where I actually give a shit about your goddamn rights.  If you really want to do this the hard way,” a sinister grin creases his plump face as he says, “Then by all means.”

 

No answer.

 

“Fine,” Walt snorts derisively as he stands up and opens the door behind him.  “Henson!  Get this lump out of my sight!”

 

Stepping back into the room away from the door Walt moves to within inches of Will’s face.  “You’re going to wish for two things when I get through with you Sullivan.  You’re going to wish that you had cooperated with me when you had the chance because now I’m going to dig up every little thing I can pin on you.

 

“You better hope there are no nasty secrets waiting to climb out of your closets because if there are…I’ll find them!”

 

Walking away Walt stops at the doorway and says over his shoulder “And the second thing…you’re going to wish you hadn’t waived your right to a lawyer.  Put him in isolation Henson—he’s got nothing to say anyway.”

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Stillness-Eldon-Farrell/dp/1533404526

 

Author Biography:

Eldon Farrell was born in Guelph, Ontario, growing up just down the road in Brantford. A designated professional accountant, he’s a graduate of both Fanshawe College and Laurentian University. He still resides in South Western Ontario together with his lovely wife Emily and their young son Connor. An avid reader and writer of suspense fiction, he is a lover of language and an unapologetic fan of DC Comics. Stillness is his first published piece of fiction.

 

Social Media Links:

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15147838.Eldon_Farrell

Amazon Author Page https://www.amazon.com/Eldon-Farrell/e/B01DTBSLNE

 

 

Meet Award-Winning Author @ChristineBened5 + Her #Thriller! #IARTG #IAN1 #books


Christine Benedict

It’s out great pleasure to welcome Award-Winning Author Christine Benedict to the POTL Blog. We first met Christine when she contacted us about a book review. MRS N is a huge thriller fan so she read Anonymous. She loved it so much that MR N had to read it also. We begged and pleaded with Christine to sit down with us for an author interview and after many months, she agreed. Please give Christine Benedict a warm welcome to the POTL Blog. Take it away, Christine:

 

Do you write naked?

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve stood naked, dripping wet from a shower, writing as fast as my pen will go. What is it about taking a shower that gives the creative mind a nudge. It’s not a widely-known fact but our best ideas come in the shower. Google it. You’ll be amazed.

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

I have this scar on my forearm an inch and a half long in the shape of lips. I don’t remember how old I was, maybe four or five, when we lived with Grandma Wilson who watched us while my mother worked. I don’t know why it such a big deal to get the mail either, but when I saw the mailman that day pull off Route 82, I yelled, “I’ll get the mail!”  Me in my summer clothes, flip-flops and all, I opened the wooden front door.

My older sister, who would never let me ‘one-up’ her, yelled back, “No I will!” She dodged past me and flung the screen door open. My feet in motion, my arm outstretched, she slammed the storm door shut. I wonder to this day how she couldn’t have done it on purpose. My hand and arm broke all that glass, the only parts of me to make it outside.  I stood there bleeding, Grandma’s English bulldog, Beauty, licking up the blood and the glass on the floor. Grandma kept hitting that dog with a broom, yelling, “Git!” all the while, afraid it would cut its mouth.

Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

I think Eudora Welty could inspire any writer as she certainly has for me. It’s little wonder why universities everywhere bring attention to Eudora and her stories. ‘Death of a Traveling Salesman,’ for example, still gives me goosebumps, something I aspire to give my readers.

There are so many other authors who inspire me, Jodi  Picoult, author of The Storyteller, for her depiction of the human condition during the holocaust.  Amy Tan, author of The Valley of Amazement, for her expression of detail, taking you to China at the rise of World War II. And most importantly Sarah Willis, author of Things That Stay; I was fortunate enough to take part in her writing workshops sponsored by Community Partnership for Arts and Culture – Talk about inspiration.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

I’d like to tell aspiring authors to read read read. Spread out to other genres, not just the one you write. Delve into cultures around the world through their stories. Open your mind to the new and abstract.

There’s so much more you can learn about the crafting a story, no matter what your education level.  Seek out writing workshops in your area sponsored by universities and art counsels. Dr. Neal Chandler lead the fiction workshop at Cleveland State University where I had the privilege of learning above the grade.  I even had the chance to sit in on a few sessions with Paula McLain, author of The Paris Wife, at a workshop sponsored by The Ohio Arts Counsel. A one of a kind experience.

 

What were you like as a child? Your favorite toy?

It’s been said that I’ve always had a bubbly personality, even as a kid in the 1950s. I don’t know how that could have happened seeing that I lived in an abusive home. Except by the grace of God. I was friendly to everyone, the kind of kid who would gladly sit in a stranger’s lap just because he was nice to me.

I don’t remember a favorite toy, but I do remember when we moved to the country we had a huge trailer that sat empty in a grove of willow trees. The trailer had two wheels in the center and was closed at both ends, the perfect seesaw for 4 little kids.  Together, I, my sister and the two neighbor boys climbed inside the trailer and ran to one end, the metal clanging under our bare feet. It came down so hard the jolt made us jump involuntarily which made up laugh hysterically. We did it over and over again, until someone bit their tongue.

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This is the farmhouse that inspired my story. I lived there 36 years and the neighbors still say it’s haunted. – Christine Benedict

Title: Anonymous

Author: Christine Benedict

Genre: Thriller Suspense

Publisher: Loconeal Publishing

Book Blurb:

Debra Hamilton faces the fear of inheriting her mother’s insanity when her husband insists on moving into a fixer-upper farmhouse that’s a hundred years old, not an easy place for Debra to live, what with its creaks and bangs, and strange shadows, a house that even scares the neighbors. Debra befriends Julie, and learns that Julie has a stalker who writes her anonymous letters about the sexual fantasies he sees with her.

The story was inspired by the author’s own 100-year-old farmhouse where the neighbor still say it’s haunted. All the letters in the novel are letters from the man who stalked the author. He remains anonymous to this day.

 

Excerpt:

Having to pee, Debra unzipped her jeans in the bathroom before remembering that Greg had turned off the water.

“Geez-oh-Pete.” At this point the gas station was too far. She traipsed down the corridor that led to the basement. A quick flip-of-the-switch was all she wanted, just enough water to flush. The stairwell was dark and steep; the light-bulb’s pull-chain at the bottom. She clicked on the flashlight from Greg’s toolbox, and holding her pants up, cautiously stepped down the narrow stairs. Every inch she eked past spider webs meshed in between the cracks of hand-hewn quarry-stone walls. She stopped at the bottom step where she could finally reach the light, not wanting to take the last step onto the broken cement, muddied from the last rain. It smelled like the bottom of a creek bed, like earthworms and sludge. Spider webs were draped from the ceiling to the walls, and hung like shelves in every corner. The quarry-stone walls dating back to the 1800s were pitted blocks of sandstone—every bit her idea of a dungeon. From where she stood, Debra scanned the walls, trying to see the water valve. But she didn’t know where to look. A wolf spider the size of a quarter sat very still at the bottom step, then scurried across the floor. She shuddered right down to the bone. Another spider sat like a brooch on a jacket that Greg had hung on a hook. And in that moment before the light flickered off when all she could hear was her own heart, she swore that something was crawling up her leg. She let out a piercing yell, kicking wildly. She kicked off her shoes. She kicked off her jeans and dashed up the stairs in her panties, wanting to nail the door shut right then and there. At the top of the steps she eyed a yard stick that she’d used to stir paint, and picked it up. Then she made a mad dash to the basement and flogged her jeans to death right there in the sludge. Holding them at arm’s length, she brought them upstairs and looked them over. She begrudgingly pulled them on, and ran outside to the back field.

The sun shining off the white of her derrière, she squatted behind a briar bush where no one could see.

At least that’s what she thought.

Buy Links:

Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Christine-Benedict/dp/194046613X

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/anonymous-christine-benedict/1118033610?ean=9781940466132

Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405526

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20263470-anonymous

 

Author Biography:

Christine studied creative writing at Baldwin Wallace University and Cleveland State University. She has had the privilege of working with authors Karen Joy Fowler, Paula McLain, and Sarah Willis.

Her debut novel Anonymous had earned:

  • 2015 Clue Award (Chanticleer Reviews) Winner (1st place)
  • 2016 Wishing Shelves Bronze Book Award Winner
  • 2015 Eric Hoffer Book Award Winner
  • 2015 First Horizon Book Award Nominee
  • 2015 IAN book of The Year Nominee
  • 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Award Nominee

Her short story A Normal Life, a finalist for Perigee Publication for the Arts, is the fictional rendering of the visit to the mental ward where her mother had been undergoing shock treatment therapy in the 1980s, which is also a chapter in Anonymous.

Christine’s short stories, taken from her working novel The Girl in the Willows, have also been finalists for The Fish Short Story Prize.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.authorchristinebenedict.com/

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AuthorChristineBenedict/

Twitter https://twitter.com/christinebened5

Author @denaehaggerty Takes on the Difficult Subject of Sexual Assault in Her New Release #books


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Why in the world would I take on the difficult subject of sexual assault?

 

My book plots are often the result of a great (I hope!) opening idea, which my muse forces into my consciousness – usually at 4 a.m. She’s a kickass muse, but she can also be a bit bitchy. For example, with Life Discarded I had a very vague idea of a book about a woman who threw her life away. And then I had a vision of a woman walking away from an explosion erupting behind her (because cool heroes never look back at explosions). I worked the entire book out from that premise. Why an explosion? What could be so terrible that someone would not only walk away from her life but literally burn all her bridges in the process?

 

Self-Serve Murder started the same way. My muse sent me a vision – no doubt at 3 a.m. – of a woman waking up naked with a dead man in her bed having absolutely no clue how she got there and who in the world the man was. But where to go from there?

 

Due to a bizarre set of circumstances, I found myself wandering around the US for a few weeks in June 2016. I was supposed to be living in Istanbul with my husband at the time. Instead I was a vagabond being bombarded with news stories concerning the sentencing for a brutal rape case (People v. Turner). A man was convicted of three felony counts of sexual assault but received a mere six-month jail sentence. He only served three months. Even now, several months after the case first hit the news, I can barely read the news accounts without going into a fit of rage.

 

I don’t even remember making the conscious decision that the murder in Self-Serve Murder would somehow be related to rapes on college campuses. Between the opening scene implanted in my head and the continuous news coverage of the Turner case, ideas just poured out of me. But now I had a big – no, huge – problem. How do I balance the sensitivity involved with sexual assault while maintaining the light humor of my Death by Cupcake series?

 

Self-Serve Murder remains, despite the background theme of college rapes, a murder mystery and I’ve never had a problem with humor and death before. In fact, I was shocked when I was asked how I could combine humor with murder after writing my first murder mystery, Murder, Mystery & Dating Mayhem. I’m a big believer that jokes and smiles can be seamlessly combined with death. Death is, after all, just a part of life. This is perhaps the result of my (dare I say weird?) family who finds it normal to drink unseemly amounts of beer after a funeral and sometimes during the visitation itself while telling inappropriate jokes about the deceased until late in the night (or the hotel tells us to shut it down, whichever occurs first).

 

So, yeah, I think murder can be funny. Just ask anyone who is addicted to BBC crime series that are filled with dry humor and situations so bizarre you’ll start to wonder about those English people. But rape? There’s absolutely, positively nothing funny about this crime of extreme violence. How in the world do I handle this sensitive topic without demeaning the victims of this crime? Maybe I shouldn’t write this novel after all, I thought. I had always planned to make the Death by Cupcake series three books with the final book centered around the bakery worker, Kristie. She doesn’t need to wake up naked with a blank in her memory. I can think of something else.

 

Except I refused. That’s right. I refused. Between living in a country where women are considered second class citizens (trust me, when men universally refuse to shake your hand or even touch you, you feel like there is something wrong with you for having a uterus), watching news reports of the Turner case, and the extremely volatile US presidential election in which sexism became a central theme, I was convinced that rape – now more than ever – is a topic of extreme importance. It needs to be discussed – no matter how uncomfortable that is.

 

And so I trudged on. I researched rape on colleges and the use of the date rape drug. I tried to intersperse facts and figures throughout the novel. Luckily, Callie, one of my heroines and owner of Callie’s Cakes, is a complete nerd who likes to drop trivia whenever she’s nervous or stressed. Therefore, I was able to ‘educate’ my readers without boring them to tears. At least, I hope that’s what happened. Because knowledge is power and, although Self-Serve Murder is a fictional story, the ability to provide even a few readers with important information regarding sexual assault is all I can hope for. And that’s why I decided that I could take on the difficult subject of rape.

 

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Book title: Self-Serve Murder

Book Series: Death by Cupcake, Book 3 – can standalone

Genre: Cozy Mystery, Humor

Published: December, 2016

 

Synopsis:

Book 3 in the Death by Cupcake series. Can be read as a standalone.

 

Kristie is kind with a capital K, so it’s quite the surprise when she wakes up next to a dead man with no recollection of the previous night. Even worse? She’s naked. Kristie may be a sweetheart out to save the world, but sticking her nose into an investigation of rapes across campus makes her the target of a murderer. Before she knows it, Kristie is smack dab in the middle of a murder investigation with her colleagues Callie and Anna. If that’s not enough to drive a sane person up the wall, a friend has decided he’s going to keep her safe whether she wants him to or not. And, oh yeah, he’s her man and that’s that.

 

Come join us at Callie’s Cakes, where murder investigations are on the menu. You are most welcome, but you may need to serve yourself as our barista Kristie is busy trying to save the world.

 

Warning: Although there are plenty of moments that will make you shake your head and laugh at the antics of the ladies of Callie’s Cakes, the subject matter – rape on college campuses – is very real and somewhat darker than your usual cozy mystery.

 

Excerpt:

I’m wiping down the counters when I get ambushed by Callie and Anna. Callie grabs my arm and together with Anna she pushes me into the corner furthest from the students. “What in the world of coffee beans are you guys up to now?” I cross my arms over my chest to make it perfectly clear that I’m not okay with whatever cockamamie scheme they’ve cooked up now.

 

Anna looks at me and smiles in an obvious but unsuccessful attempt to look innocent. “It’s just that we think it’s time we see the Youth Center where you spend all your time.”

 

Yeah, right. I roll my eyes at her. “You don’t really expect me to believe that you want to see the Youth Center to check out my life’s work.”

 

Callie bobs her head. “We’ve been meaning to go down there for ages.”

 

“Yeah,” Anna jumps in. “Logan always makes it sound like the first circle of hell.”

 

I raise an eyebrow at the troublemaking pixie. Of course, she would want to jump into the first circle of hell. “Most people try to avoid Dante’s Inferno.” I don’t know why I bother trying to dissuade her. She obviously has no fear of things ‘normal’ people avoid like gangs and violence and such. She even admits to starting to fall for Logan before she realized he was an undercover cop.

 

“We just need to make sure we can eliminate anyone from the Youth Center as possible suspects. You know – up close and personally – then we need to find this rapist before he strikes again. The dead guy in your bed was some kind of warning. It’s time to get to the bottom of this.” Callie makes an impassioned speech. I look down but, to my surprise, no soap box has magically appeared under her feet.

 

Unfortunately, Callie is right – as usual. The rapist needs to be found. And this whole thing just got personal. I might have backed off before Friday night since I wasn’t making any progress anyway and my whole knowledge of the rapes was based on rumors. But now that I’ve been roofied and found out about the ten other girls who weren’t as lucky as me? No way I’m bowing out of this investigation now.

 

“I thought you guys promised not to go to the Youth Center.” I make one last ditch effort to keep Callie and Anna safely away from this investigation.

 

“I promised to not go running around. I will definitely not be doing any running.” Anna shakes her head and points at her feet. As if those high-heeled boots would ever stop her from running head-on into turmoil.

 

Callie shrugs. “I never actually said the words ‘I promise’. There’s definitely some kind of loophole there.”

 

“Fine!” I throw my hands in the air in defeat. “We’ll head over in my car after the bakery closes this afternoon.”

 

The dynamic duo immediately jumps up and down before rushing back into the kitchen giggling. And I’m the young one?

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Self-Serve-Murder-Death-Cupcake-Book-ebook/dp/B01M8K0RYR/

 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/673189

 

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/self-serve-murder-de-haggerty/1124934721?ean=2940153788715

 

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/self-serve-murder

 

 

Author Biography:

I grew up reading everything I could get my hands on from my mom’s Harlequin romances to Nancy Drew to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although I did manage, every once in a while, to sneak a book into my rucksack between rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I decided to follow the husband to Istanbul for a few years where I managed to churn out book after book. But ten years was too many to stay away from ‘home’. I packed up again and moved to The Hague where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on my next book.

 

 

Author links:

Website: http://dehaggerty.wordpress.com

 

Blog: https://dehaggerty.wordpress.com/category/mymusings/

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/dehaggerty

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/denaehaggerty

 

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+DEHaggerty/posts

 

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/denahaggerty/

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7210211.D_E_Haggerty

 

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/D.E.-Haggerty/e/B00ECQBURU/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_5?qid=1438239628&sr=8-5

 

Email: dena@dehaggerty.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meet Ben Jackson and his Funny #Kidlit Book #TuesdayBookBlog @AuthorsBen_Sam


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As many of you know, we get a chance to meet authors from all walks of life and in many genres. Fellow Author Carole P. Roman introduced me to Ben and Sam a few weeks ago and I’m so glad she did. Ben and Sam are a husband-wife writing/publishing team (love that) who have the funniest children’s book series I’ve read in years. I asked Ben to sit down with me for an interview. He agreed and he sure to check out their new release, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey. Take it away, Ben:

 

  1. What is your writing process?

My writing process is pretty unorganized! I came from an average background without much formal schooling. I like to think of an idea and then just start writing and see where it takes me.

 

  1. Do you have any odd writing habits?

I love watching Netflix or movies! I know a lot of writers probably like to relax somewhere quiet without any distraction, but I think that would drive me nuts. I do like to look out of my window and see the beach while I write.

 

  1. What book do you wish you could have written?

A popular one! Or twenty ha ha.

 

  1. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Wilbur Smith, Leon Uris, and Bernard Cornwall. One author that has personally helped me out and inspired me to really strive to push my books is Carole P. Roman.

 

  1. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I haven’t really thought of this one. I’d like Selena Gomez to play the lead female roll, and probably Brad Pitt. He plays a gritty hero pretty well.

 

  1. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I like to choose names of people I know. Whenever I write for other authors I always try to slip in the names of my friends and family.

 

  1. What do you consider to be your best accomplishment?

Hmm, my kids book which I wrote with my wife, Sam Lawrence, The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey has been my most successful book so far.

 

  1. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Hopefully still writing, living off my books royalties and laying on a tropical beach with my wife.

 

  1. Have you always liked to write?

Yes, and I’ve always loved to read since I was very young.

 

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Just keep writing and for as long as you spend writing, spend an equal amount of time marketing.

 

  1. If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

Well, my books aren’t paying all the bills. By day I’m a welder that specializes in aluminum welding.

 

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

No idea!

 

  1. Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

I read them all. I would love to respond to them all, but I have only ever responded to ones which were in regards to technical or printing problems. I take what I can from reviews, take a deep breath and move on.

 

  1. What is your best marketing tip?

Market, market, promote, beg, and market some more.

 

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

Marketing! Proofreading and beta reading lol.

 

  1. Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? What is it?

There’s lots. I like to write about things which I have experience in and things that I’m interested in. I have turned down a lot of offers to write romance books as I just don’t know if I could swing it.

 

  1. Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

Just in front of my TV. I can look out the window or watch Netflix.

 

  1. Is there a certain type of scene that’s harder for you to write than others? Love? Action? Racy?

Love and Racy for sure.

 

  1. Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)

I have written several non-fiction books, a fiction book and several children’s books.

 

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

My next children’s book, and thinking of another project.

 

And now for something more personal about Ben…

 

  1. Do you write naked?

Umm, no. That would be horrifying for everybody.

 

  1. What is your biggest failure?

Not winning the lotto.

 

  1. What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

Well, it wouldn’t be good if I let the truth slip out now!

 

  1. Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Only once, it wasn’t much fun. I was young and silly.

 

  1. Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Yep. Not much fun there either.

 

  1. Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I like bourbon whiskey and cola. Used to smoke, but now I use a vaporizer instead.

 

  1. What is your biggest fear?

Spiders, and not a huge fan of confined spaces.

 

  1. What do you want your tombstone to say?

Buy my book!

 

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

I don’t know. Probably just the same as Captain America, Deadpool or Thor.

 

  1. If you were a super hero, what would your name be? What costume would you wear?

I like anti-heroes. Probably something similar to Deadpool.

 

  1. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

Europe. Asia.

 

  1. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

Eagle. For sure a massive eagle like the Sea Eagle so that I could just cruise around all day.

 

  1. Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Lots! Too many to list, stiches in my arm from a fall, staples in my head from a fight, and about a hundred scars from burns, scratches and cuts while working with power tools.

 

  1. What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I have recurring nightmares that have been with me for as long as I remember. They always end up the same and I can almost workout I’m in a dream while I’m sleeping.

 

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Title – The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey

Authors – Ben Jackson and Sam Lawrence

Category – Children’s Book, Hockey

Publisher – Indie Publishing Group – http://www.indiepublishinggroup.com/

 

Book Blurb –

Timmy and his best friend the Fart are back again!

 

If you and your child love to read together, then you are going to love reading along with Timmy and his Fart as they play hockey together!

 

The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey is a beautifully illustrated journey of Timmy and his best friend the Little Fart as they attend Timmy’s first hockey tryouts. Chaos and laughter ensue as the Fart attempts to help out his best friend the only way he knows how.

 

If you enjoy reading funny books with beautiful illustrations and love having your child read along with you, then make sure you grab The Day My Fart Followed Me To Hockey.

 

Discover and giggle along with Timmy and his best friend on their exciting day at the hockey arena!

 

Buy Link –

https://www.amazon.com/Day-My-Fart-Followed-Hockey-ebook/dp/B01LY5KFJI/

 

Author Biography –

Ben lives in Tasmania, Australia. While working during the week as a Boiler Maker/Welder, specializing in Aluminum Welding, he also writes of a night as a Freelance Writer and Author.

 

Ben is in a Long Distance Relationship with his wife Sam, who lives in Canada, she works as a full-time formatting professional, publisher, and author.

 

Be sure to check out all of his books, there is definitely something there for everyone!

 

As Indie Authors, we rely on our valuable customers to write a review, if you could spare a minute to leave a review of one of our books, we would greatly appreciate it.

 

He has numerous books in progress so stay tuned for information on those by following this page, connecting with him on Facebook or Goodreads.

 

Remember, if you enjoyed one of his books, leave a review!

 

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15144197.Ben_Jackson

Author Central

https://www.amazon.com/Ben-Jackson/e/B00S4A4W5C/

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We’re Thrilled to Introduce @Suzy_Henderson and her #historicalfiction novel #ASMSG


We’re so excited to have historical novelist, Suzy Henderson, here on the POTL Blog today. Her debut novel, The Beauty Shop, sounds fantastic and we’re deciding which of us gets to read it first. Suzy agreed to sit down for an interview and we’re proud to introduce her. Take it away, Suzy:

 

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

In the beginning, I was a pantster, but I soon realised it was impossible to work that way and to expect to be able to draft a complete historical novel. The research for my debut was huge and took a considerable amount of time – I’m talking many months. So, I began writing this as a pantster which, looking back now was ridiculous. When I ran out of steam, I was left frustrated. I knew what I wanted to say, but I didn’t know how to say it. That was when I relented and began to plan. The structure worked very well, eradicated the writer’s block while bringing in a flood of fresh ideas. It helped me complete the novel and revise it – several times in truth. I’ve since written a contemporary romance and decided once more to be a panster, only to stop and plan half-way through. So, a plotter I am.

 

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing /writing process?

Marketing my book is my least favourite part. I think that once I have the paperback format, I’ll enjoy arranging book signings and talking to the public about the book. That’s something I know I’ll love, but it’s the ‘behind-the-scenes’ work I dislike. Well, the problem is that it takes away your writing time which is so precious. Writing the next book is vital, and so I think it’s essential to strike the right balance.

 

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

Well, I’m staying with the WW2 period for the time being, and I have a novel which is almost complete. I can’t say too much about it yet, but there is an SOE theme with a slight difference, and it’s mainly set in France.

 

  1. What is your writing process?

I’m not sure I have much of a process as such. I get up and write, or I don’t write – it all depends on the day and the work revolving around marketing the recent book. I love writing early morning and late in the evening when the house is quiet and calm, and my writing flows so much easier. I do try to write every day, even if it’s simply to jot down random thoughts – it doesn’t have to be about making a certain word count each day, not to me. I write verses too, anything goes.

 

  1. Just as your books inspire authors, what authors have inspired you?

Hilary Mantel gave me the courage to be a writer. Not only do I love her writing style and her books, but her beautiful memoir, Giving up The Ghost, is a frank account of her early life and her journey into writing. In it, she talks about how she always knew she could write well, but she had never written fiction, and so she had to learn. Well, that was my turning point. I suddenly thought if she can do it then so can I. Also, Pat Barker inspired me with her Regeneration Trilogy, novels that were so relevant to my writing.

 

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Without any hesitation, I’d love to be able to go back in time – and you can guess where I’d go. That would be the ultimate journey, although I may just be tempted to remain lost in the past.

 

  1. Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

France, especially the Pyrenees. It’s beautiful and intriguing, and I’d love to see the museum for the Maquis and the various memorials. The area is steeped in history and is remarkable.

 

  1. What’s on your bucket list (things to do before you die)?

At the top of that list is my ride in a B-17 Flying Fortress. For that, I need to make a trip to America as it’s not possible here in the UK. I can’t wait, and I just know I’ll be in tears – happy and sad. Next, I’d love to fly in a Lancaster Bomber – again, the only place I can do this is in Canada. I recently decided I’d also love to take some flying lessons. I’ve always been too nervous in the past, but I think I’m growing bolder as I grow older! That would be so great.

 

  1. What secret talents do you have?

Music has always been a passion ever since I was a child and I play the flute.

 

  1. Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I don’t smoke and, rather bizarrely, I’m sensitive to alcohol, so I no longer drink. My vice is snacks – sugar ultimately and that’s pretty bad when you’re a writer, and you sit for long periods. So, I’ve banished most of the bad treats, and I drink a lot of water. So far so good and no cravings after six weeks.

 

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Title: The Beauty Shop

Author: Suzy Henderson

Genre: Historical Fiction

 

Book Blurb:

England, 1942. After three years of WWII, Britain is showing the scars. But in this darkest of days, three lives intertwine, changing their destinies and those of many more.

Dr Archibald McIndoe, a New Zealand plastic surgeon with unorthodox methods, is on a mission to treat and rehabilitate badly burned airmen – their bodies and souls. With the camaraderie and support of the Guinea Pig Club, his boys battle to overcome disfigurement, pain, and prejudice to learn to live again.

John ‘Mac’ Mackenzie of the US Air Force is aware of the odds. He has one chance in five of surviving the war. Flying bombing missions through hell and back, he’s fighting more than the Luftwaffe. Fear and doubt stalk him on the ground and in the air, and he’s torn between his duty and his conscience.

Shy, decent and sensible Stella Charlton’s future seems certain until war breaks out. As a new recruit to the WAAF, she meets an American pilot on New Year’s Eve. After just one dance, she falls head over heels for the handsome airman. But when he survives a crash, she realises her own battle has only just begun.

Based on a true story, “The Beauty Shop” is a moving tale of love, compassion, and determination against a backdrop of wartime tragedy.

 

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Ward III, Queen Victoria Hospital,

East Grinstead, November 1942

 

The boy lay swathed in bandages that masked third-degree burns to the face, neck, chest, arms, and legs; the aftermath of a skirmish with the Luftwaffe. It was a miracle he’d been able to bail out of his flaming Spitfire and pull the cord on his parachute, with hands of molten wax, skin that hung in shards like ripped silk, and fingers melded together by the heat of the furnace. Archibald McIndoe inhaled as he hovered in the doorway of the side room and wrinkled his nose against the cloying stench of charred flesh that assaulted his nostrils. It was a nauseating odour he was used to and usually ignored, but tonight was different. Tonight it was especially malodorous and reached into the back of his throat, and he cupped his nose with his hand as he tried not to gag.

 

He sauntered out into the ward. Music flowed from the gramophone further down, and the upbeat, familiar Glenn Miller sound swung out, a delightful blend of saxophones, trumpets, and strings. ‘American Patrol.’ The volume was unusually low; he sensed that was purposefully done out of respect and his heart contracted. A haze of stale cigarette smoke and the sweet aroma of beer blended in the air to mask any clinical odours or otherwise. With the blackout curtains drawn, the bedside lighting cast a subdued glow around the ward. He stopped in front of the coke stove and held his hands in the wave of heat that streamed from the door. They were still numb from the frosty evening air, even though he had been back inside for a while.

 

He glanced around. The place looked more like a barracks than a hospital. One airman lay stretched out on top of his bed, reading a newspaper, a smouldering cigarette resting between the first two fingers of his right hand. He glanced up.

 

‘Evening, Maestro.’ The voice was flat.

 

Archie nodded a greeting. Three others sat huddled around the table in the middle of the ward, playing cards. Suddenly, an airman in RAF blues sprang up from his chair and grabbed the blonde VAD nurse with the ruby lips and twirled her around, dancing to the tune, which promptly changed to a slower number. Then he drew her close as they waltzed to notes that quivered in the air. He glanced at Archie and grinned. ‘Hello, Maestro. Fancy a beer?’

 

‘No thanks, Dickie, not tonight.’

 

His upturned mouth sagged into a straight line, and he nodded, his hand slipping from the nurse’s waist as he moved away – thirty seconds of frivolity anaesthetised by the gathering dark clouds. As Archie ambled back towards the side room, the boys gazed at him with sombre faces, their eyes glazed. Amidst the clink of beer glasses, the chain-smoking, and the banter, they all knew.

 

Back in the side room, another sound filtered in, a desperate, chilling rasp, and the hairs at the nape of Archie’s neck prickled. He sighed. He had told the boy exactly what he said to all of them when they first arrived. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll fix you up.’ His stomach sank. He’d tried his best, truly he had.

 

He strode over to the bed. David’s breathing had changed since this morning. He was in the period of transition; the final phase. Archie swallowed. Dear God, why had it come to this? David lay quite still, rattling breaths cutting through the hush, a thatch of golden blond hair just visible above his bandages. Did he have a girl and did she ever thread her fingers through his hair? It was a random thought, plucked from nowhere, silly really, but then this whole event was bizarre and surreal. It shouldn’t be happening – just like this bloody war. The words of his cousin Harold Gillies sprung into his mind: This war will bring injuries never seen before. Archie nodded. ‘Right again, as usual,’ he muttered.

 

Why couldn’t he have saved him? Yes, the boy had severe injuries, albeit injuries he could have survived. However, the infection that had taken a serious hold several days ago had changed the course of David’s life, bending its flow in another direction. Sepsis had spread, his organs were failing, and there was nothing to be done. Nothing at all, except sit here and wait. The boy sucked in breaths through an open mouth. Archie glanced around and spotted the kidney dish on the bedside table with a mouth swab and water. He gently dabbed David’s dry lips and tongue. At least he could do that.

 

Buy Links:

http://myBook.to/TheBeautyShop

 

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Author Biography:

Suzy Henderson was born in the North of England, but a career in healthcare would eventually take her to rural Somerset. Years later, she decided to embark upon a degree in English Literature with The Open University.

 

 

That was the beginning of a new life journey, rekindling her love of writing and passion for history. With an obsession for military and aviation history, she began to write.

 

 

It was an old black and white photograph of her grandmother that caught Suzy’s imagination many years ago. Her grandmother died in 1980 as did her tales of war as she never spoke of those times. When she decided to research her grandmother’s war service in the WAAF, things spiralled from there. Stories came to light, little-known stories and tragedies and it is such discoveries that inform her writing.

 

 

Having relocated to the wilds of North Cumbria, she has the Pennines in sight and finally feels at home. Suzy is a member of the Historical Novel Society and the Romantic Novelists Association. “The Beauty Shop” is her debut novel and will be released 28th November 2016.

 

Social Media Links:

Website http://www.suzyhendersonauthor.com/

WordPress suzyhenderson.wordpress.com

Blog http://lowfellwritersplace.blogspot.co.uk/

Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15954239.Suzy_Henderson

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/SuzyHendersonAuthor/

Twitter https://twitter.com/Suzy_Henderson

Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/109057622139171622985

LinkedIn https://uk.linkedin.com/in/suzy-henderson-714a4353

First Time Ever: Mr N and Mrs N Sit Down for an Interview #books #ASMSG #IARTG


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Want to get to know the couple behind the moniker, N. N. Light?

This is your lucky day! Both Mr. N and Mrs. N sit down with Barbara Donlon Bradley for an honest, thought-provoking author interview. We talk about everything from writing tips, favorite books/authors to writing advice and our new release. So click on the link below and discover the real us:

https://barbaradonlonbradley.blogspot.ca/2016/11/welcome-nnlight-back-nnpwlight.html

 

While you’re there, check out our poetry book, Poetry of Love: The Engagement Year. It makes a great gift for the holidays or an upcoming wedding.

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Book of the Broken: A Guest Post by Jesse Teller #darkfantasy #books #writing


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On October 5, 2016, my book Chaste was unleashed upon the world, and I have come here to make peace with that, to find a way to ready myself for the onslaught of reviews and criticism it will receive, and in some way prepare myself for this beast being free to roam into the life of anyone who might be interested in it.

Chaste has a mind of its own, a mind dark and deviant, and it is my most terrifying creation to date. It scares me. It always has. It is too honest, too revealing to ever let anyone read it. It reveals all my secrets, and it will affect the reader. To what end, I do not know.

Chaste was written by a broken man. I wrote it in 2004. The four years before, I had delved into my past with a very intelligent, very capable therapist who was like a father to me. I had found a darkness that my mind could barely stand. I had found abuse in every form, abuse enough to bend and twist a man.

One day, I asked my therapist how bad it was. I had reached the point where I was beginning to think I was whining, that I was making things out to be worse than they ever could have been. I asked him how bad it was, and he picked up my file. By this point, his notes were grand enough to stand four inches thick, and he set it in front of me. He said these words:

“If I were to show this file to an FBI profiler, the question they would ask is, ‘How many? How many victims had this serial killer produced?’” He said he had never heard things like I was telling him. He said that it didn’t get any worse.

When you see evil, it gets in your bones. It was in mine. It was deep in me, and it had scarred me. It had stained me, and I never thought I would get that stain out. It had me in its grasp and I felt weakened by it, felt crushed under the weight of it.

I was in love and trying to make a life with a woman who cherished me. She knew it all, all the horror and the insanity, and she wanted me anyway. But I was stunted by the memories I had found, and I had no way of getting past it. Then I started writing Chaste.

I set out to write a fantasy novel. I had an idea. It was a simple thing, a concept that might take me through a whole book, might end after 50 pages. I didn’t know. I had never written a novel before. So I just got to work.

What came out of me was a horror fantasy.

There were broken characters. They were powerful and shiny, bright spots in the world, but they were locked up by shadows, past obsessions, and pain.

One of them mirrored my past in such a way that to write her was torture. She had suffered abuse and horror and had locked it away in her mind, as I had, for decades. She broke my heart and scared me more than a little.

There was a character on a quest for love. He was fighting to get to his love and had dedicated himself to being with her. But he had wars to fight before he could make it to her arms.

There was a deformed man, a man who had grown wrong. He hid himself from the world because he was a freak, and he was haunted by the things he would never be able to do, never be able to be.

They were all haunted and jaded. These, and many more, characters walked into a darkness that was all-consuming and fought to get free of it, to right it, to survive it.

When I wrote Chaste, I was insane. I was twisted and wrong, bent in a way that I could not see myself getting out of. I poured it all into that book—all my fury with God, all my loss and confusion, all my self-loathing and my pain. I put it all down, hammering out the worst I had, so that I might one day heal.

And heal I did. My woman and I built a world of happiness. We fought back all my demons and I found peace. I found love. I found hope.

Chaste is part of that healing. It is where I laid all the darkness. I thought I would never go back, thought I would never bring it out of its rough draft form. I would leave it unclean, a thing unfit, a beast dead and rotting that I would not bury.

Then a friend fell in love with it. I let her read it, and she adored it. She said it was her favorite book she had ever read, that it gave her hope, that it gave her peace. She said it had the power to heal, to bring people from the dark. She said it was beautiful.

And I believed her. I took it out, and I washed it up. I found that the thing I had thought dead and reviled is actually powerful and real. It has a message. It has a place.

Chaste will always be a terror. It woke up screaming. It will always be hard for me to look at, hard for me to live with.

It knows me and it displays me in ways no other work has ever. I thought to hide it forever. I thought to let it rot in a dark corner somewhere and try to forget about it. But I can’t.

Chaste is unflinching. It is brutal and dark. But I think it will help. I think it will make people feel understood, that it will make people feel heard.

It might even bring people peace.

It did for me.

 

originally published on Jesse Teller’s blog at this link:
https://jesseteller.com/2016/09/21/chaste-book-of-the-broken/

 

Title: Chaste: A Tale from Perilisc

 

Author: Jesse Teller

 

Genre: Dark Fantasy

 

Book Blurb:

When her devout parents died, Cheryl turned her back on her god. Years of denial and self-loathing have defeated her. Her life consists of taking orders and succumbing to abuse. A group of strangers stops in Chaste for the night, but an unnamed threat is preying on the town. Tragic deaths have become more and more frequent. Cheryl wants to protect these travelers, expose the evil force, and save her fellow citizens, but she must find a way to believe in hope.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Chaste-Tale-Perilisc-Jesse-Teller-ebook/dp/B01J0FVC9S

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31278384-chaste

 

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Author Biography:

Jesse Teller fell in love with fantasy when he was five years old and played his first game of Dungeons & Dragons. The game gave him the ability to create stories and characters from a young age. He started consuming fantasy in every form and, by nine, was obsessed with the genre. As a young adult, he knew he wanted to make his life about fantasy. From exploring the relationship between man and woman, to studying the qualities of a leader or a tyrant, Jesse Teller uses his stories and settings to study real-world themes and issues.

 

Social Media Links:

Website – https://jesseteller.com/

 

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/PathtoPerilisc/

 

Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/Jesse-Teller/e/B01G0ZB7JG

 
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15269506.Jesse_Teller

 

No Tricks Just Treats on POTL Blog #POTLReads #books #authors


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Happy October from Mr. N and Mrs. N! October is one of our favourite months and we thought it would be fun to dedicate 31 days to books and authors. No tricks, we promise.

Are you looking for new books and authors to discover?

You’ve come to the right spot! All month long, we’ll be featuring books and authors from all genres. We’re also chatting about it on Twitter. So feel free to tag #POTLReads and tell us what you’re reading, authors to binge-read or anything book-related.

If you missed a post, all you have to do is click on the smiling pumpkin graphic on the upper left side.

Authors, want to be featured this month? Send us an email and we can schedule you: nnlight@outlook.com 

Happy Reading!!!

N. N. Light

Meet Author @eanthony81 and His Debut Novel, Taylor Made #books #YA #bookpromo


I love meeting new authors and sharing their books with the world. Today it’s my pleasure to introduce talented and up-and-coming author Edward Anthony. I first met Edward on social media and his book, Taylor Made, intrigued me. I asked him to sit down for an interview and he agreed. Please enjoy and check out his book afterwards. Take it away, Edward:

 

  1. What is your writing process?

The process for me starts with inspiration. My philosophy is that a creative individual can find inspiration from under a rock. In other words, they have the ability to find or get inspiration from anyone, anywhere, at any time. I say that to say sometimes it will be the simplest thing that comes to mind that will lead me to create a story. From there, I will write a draft on a tablet (usually 3 or 5 subject), and transfer what I’ve written it to my laptop, where I will make modifications from there, sometimes on-the-fly adjustments.

  1. How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

Names are definitely a factor when it comes to my characters. It may be kind of a meticulous quirk, but I choose based on how it sounds and how does the name fits the character I have in my mind. If the name doesn’t sit right with me, I won’t use it.

  1. Have you always like to write?

Yes. I love it. It’s a gift from the Most High. I’ve aspired to be an author and writer for the majority of my life.

  1. What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

Whether others believe in you or not, believe in yourself. You’re going to encounter adversaries only the way — usually from within — whether it be doubt, fear, writer’s block, or nay sayers, but confidence and perseverance is key. Don’t fear failure, but don’t be afraid of success either.

  1. Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’m capable of both, but I lean more towards plotting. I much rather have my stories planned out and organized.

  1. What is your least favorite part of the publishing/writing process?

My least favorite part is the writer’s block. It can be the biggest delay in the process.

  1. Is this your first book? Have many books have you written prior (if any?)

This is the first book I’ve written. I edited and self-published it as well.

  1. If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

I’ll provide the names for the main character and her immediate family (the rest, we will cross that bridge, if/when we get there):

Ebony Taylor- Paige Hurd

Angela Taylor- Nicole Parker-Kodjoe

Elliott Taylor- Boris Kodjoe

Curtis Taylor- (For the life of me, I could not find someone that fit Curtis’ profile, so I’ll provide a description for his character): slightly chubby black kid between the ages of 12-14

  1. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

If I had a superpower, it would be weather control.

  1. Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Interesting question. Who hasn’t been in a fight? The answer is yes; actually, there’s a fight with the enemy within (in all of us) nearly everyday.

  1. Where is one place you would want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I would visit the Serengeti.

  1. If you were an animal, what would you be and why?

(Although the cheetah is my favorite), I would say the black panther because it’s powerful, stealthy, free-willed and can’t be tamed.

  1. What is your biggest fear?

My biggest fear is failure, which is what drives me to succeed.

  1. What are you working on now? What is your next project?

I’m currently working on a second book titled The Execution of Priscilla.

  1. Where do you see yourself in five years?

I see myself not only as a successful author/writer, but as an individual who helped other aspiring authors and writers fulfill their goals as well (Ex: via Author Promotion website/company).

 

Taylor Made

 

Title: Taylor Made

Author: Edward Anthony

Genre: Coming of Age/Adolescent/Young Adult

 

Book Blurb:

Ebony Taylor is not the average teenager. While some party, hang out with friends or get into the latest trends, she’s at home locked down on her studies, making preparations for a better and brighter future. In the midst of all of this, Ebony encounters the trials of life such as heart-break, betrayal, racism, and prejudice. With her rare maturity, intellect, dead-eye focus, and strong family foundation, Ebony is equipped with what she needs in this emotional ride of the transition to womanhood.

 

Reviews:

“This book is a great read. I am impressed how the author managed to hold my attention though out the entire Reading. Taylor made is a book of encouragement. She stuck to her truthiness despite of the various hardship that she encountered., She is reaping the rewards. Is is very well illustrated, and hope we hear more about Taylor life. Outstanding job to Edward Anthony!”

-Susan B.

“I loved Taylor Made. It’s a great read that will hold your interest to the end. Bravo Edward.”

-Shalone A.

 

Excerpt from Amazon:

https://read.amazon.ca/kp/card?asin=B00VKALWKQ&asin=B00VKALWKQ&preview=inline&linkCode=kpe&ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_ZmBVxbMQQRD47

 

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/Taylor-Made-Edward-Anthony/dp/1515022463/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_img_1?ie=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=98NH0ECXYDH4R6XFCWEN

Books-A-Million http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Taylor-Made/Edward-Anthony/9781515022466?id=6714674802217

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taylor-made-edward-anthony/1122319999?ean=9781515022466

 

Edward Anthony

 

Author Biography:

Edward Anthony Kees has aspired to be a writer all of his life; he recalls: “Before I got into sports (as most boys tend to do), or anything else, I was into writing. In terms of goals, it has always been my first love. Obviously not anything such as a novel, I had never heard of a novel at that time in my life. I would tell random stories, most of them straight out of my head, to my mom — and to anyone who would listen — usually while she was cooking. I’m happy, excited, and looking forward to sharing my gift and creativity with others.” Aside from fulfilling a lifelong goal, his vision with his work is to create entertaining, intriguing stories that pulls readers into the world of the characters, along with hidden lessons and messages underneath the surface of a good read. Prior to writing, editing, and publishing Taylor Made, he worked as an Editor for FishDuck.com, a website dedicated to Oregon Ducks sports, and as an Assistant Editor for an online magazine, WisdomCriethWithout.

 

Social Media Links:

Facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100012932179196

Twitter https://twitter.com/eanthony81

http://thealphess.online/author/edward-anthony/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guest Post: @LiviaQuinn’s Hero Surprised Her! #amwriting #giveaway #IARTG


One of the things that has surprised me most as my writing has progressed is the way my characters’ stories are revealed. I remember when I was writing Hard Days Knight during #NanoWriMo several years ago. All I had was a vague idea and a brief synopsis of what I knew about the story. As I started writing, the characters revealed details of their lives to other characters – before they even told me!  When Luc described his family life to Del, I was so shocked I found it hard to write the rest of the day until I considered his explanation.

 

Where did this come from? I asked myself. Well, when I started the Storm Lake East: Larue series (formerly called the Under-Cover Knights because all the heroes both male and female are either current or former military or law-enforcement) I researched for hours about everything from military issues like PTSD, MSA, problems with the VA, family life, deployment, uniforms and more. I created a timeline to determine how the current era military campaigns would impact my characters. Then, as I started writing, events and backgrounds just fell into place.

 

I’d already introduced Ridge in Hard Days Knight as the owner of the Knights studios where these former military guys worked as cover models. All I’d revealed in HDK was that Buffy, a former famous runway model, had met the CEO at an unlikely event while looking for cover models for her new venture. Now, in Her First Knight, it was time to flesh out Ridge’s story.

 

The more I read about recent military deployments and saw the high rates of PTSD, brain trauma due to IEDs, the loss of limb by so many, and the suicides, the more I found myself caring about these issues, and Ridge’s background was born.

 

I think a big part of the gap in appreciating the depth of the problems veterans face on a daily basis is that many of us who haven’t served can’t relate to those who have. It reminds me a Native American quote,

 

“Great Spirit, help me never to judge another until I have walked in his moccasins.”

 

At first, like many in the public, I wondered if these issues had been exaggerated but what I found appalled me, and as a result, the characters in my story. Perhaps some think it’s preachy but it’s just the facts. Our veterans have had an uphill battle making their needs known and having them met. There’s an apathy that’s perhaps a result of hearing so much filter through the media to our ears without those issues ever being addressed by the agencies that should be taking care of them. As I talked to actual vets in my community I found that, in fact, the problem was much bigger. The rate of suicide- 1 out of 22 vets per day – is thought to be low because of the inability to get statistics in some states and because many “reported accidents” are believed to be suicides. So when I found pockets of organizations that successfully addressed the needs of vets, it was often privately funded or voluntary organizations who cared and who came from the military community themselves, therefore understanding the depth of the need.

You can see where Ridge’s idea of a private consortium to take over veterans’ care from the government came from. Unfortunately, Ridge was so fervent in his dedication that he ignored his own personal happiness. Fortunately for him, Buffy is a brilliant woman who wasn’t about to let his obsessive tendencies get in the way of his happiness.

 

I hope you enjoy this couple’s love story and find in Her First Knight a new appreciation for our veterans and their loyalty to this country.

 

Note: there was one other happy coincidence in the plotting of these books – attending a romance conference strip bingo event in Las Vegas. What fun!

 

 

** To one commenter, I’ll send a paperback of Her First Knight.  But the perfect way to catch up on the Larue series is to pick up the new Storm Lake Larue Box Set available at all retailers for #kobo #kindle #Ibooks and #nook and more. **

 

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Blurb:

He’s the one, and everyone knows it but him.

Buffy Calloway is looking for the face of her new cover model agency. The man she chooses will be crucial to its success. When she spots the sexy cover model on the strip bingo stage she knows he’s the one, and not just for her business.

 

Ridge got on stage through a huge error in judgment and if he manages to get out of this predicament with his reputation in tact —and his clothes—he won’t wind up in the limelight again risking everything that’s crucial to so many.

 

Buffy wonders – who is she to argue with Ridge’s noble cause — but she doesn’t see why his goals and hers should be mutually exclusive. Could this be the first time a Calloway is wrong?

 

 

Excerpt:

The morning after…

 

“He’s like some kind of stripper Robin Hood,” Diane said.

 

“Did you see the paper this morning?” Sally asked Buffy in a low voice. Diane and her friends had the Washington Post laid out in front of them. Had she really thought she’d escape by leaving her room?

 

“About what?” Buffy asked pretending ignorance. She wanted to close her eyes and wish it all away.

 

Cathy said, “The guy that impersonated Tucker? Seems he’s a rich muckity muck who’s been testifying in front of Congress. The media has made him out to be some kind of sex pervert.”

 

“Ridge?” Buffy’s heart sank. “That’s terrible.”

 

“Yeah, and the evil congresswoman who’s been giving him the third degree for the last two days said she knew there was something suspicious about him. I quote: ‘No one is as selfless as he pretends to be.’ She’s calling for an investigation.” Diane continued, “It says here he got a doctorate in Mechanical Bionics from MIT when he was seventeen! The guy’s a friggin’ Einstein. You just don’t think of geniuses looking like that.”

 

Sonya said, “More like da Vinci. What else?”

 

“He was recruited into the Army Rangers and ended up doing classified research and ‘on-site quality control’,” Diane read.

 

“In his work, that probably means on the battlefield,” Sally said.

 

“There’s another picture of him accepting an award from the President for his work with veterans.” Sonya looked at Buffy. “What was he was doing on that stage? It’s obvious he wasn’t a cover model.”

 

Sally said, “It might be obvious now, but he was my favorite of the cover models. I was shocked when the real Tucker showed up and we found out this guy wasn’t even in the industry. Boy, what I wouldn’t give to have him on one of my Seal Team Extraction covers. He seems like such a nice man, too. Did you know he gave me a donation for my Wounded Warrior fund?” Sally’s readers had raised thousands for the WWP.

 

“Maybe it was a publicity stunt that had to do with this hearing, the bill he’s trying to get support for,” Claranne Braxton suggested, her eyes brightening as if she was on to something.

 

“Wait a minute,” Sally said, suddenly alert. “What bill is that?”

 

Sonya leaned over Diane’s shoulder, “Looks like it’s a bill for some kind of cooperative, MiliCare H.R. 6159?”

 

Sally slapped her forehead with her palm. “Are you kidding me? That’s him?” She grabbed her purse. “I don’t know why I didn’t put it together. He’s R. Romano of… here it is.” She slapped the article on the table. Claranne read it aloud.

 

 

With the passage of H.R. 6159, the new consortium group will ease some of the financial stress on the VA’s already imploding budgetary problems and provide medical care to veterans. Ridge Romano, the architect of the proposal said, “Government funds have been slashed repeatedly and our servicemen and women should not have to fight for their rightful treatment when they are fighting for their health and their very lives.”

 

 

Romano quoted President Lincoln: “The mission for government is ‘To care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan.’ I ask you, can these values be accomplished by our current government system which is stretched beyond its founders’ imaginings? The government is over burdened, and our veterans are paying the price but private companies and professionals in every field are ready and willing to fill the gap. This bill will be a step toward better lives for our vets.

 

They deserve it. We owe it to them. Don’t let them down.”

 

“Wow,” Sonja said. “I can’t believe he was the man on that stage.”

 

But the article only affirmed Buffy’s feelings. She’d known, even that first night, that Ridge Romano was a man in a million. And, he was the one for her.

 

 

Her First Knight Buy Links:

Amazon  http://amzn.to/1q3eD7w

 

All Romance http://bit.ly/22VRJxu

 

Barnes and Noble http://bit.ly/22VRJxu

 

Itunes http://apple.co/21PwrDJ

 

Kobo http://bit.ly/1U46pX9

 

Look for the Storm Lake Box set Larue available now. http://bit.ly/1IZJ9r6

 

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Author Biography:

Livia Quinn is a D.C. native living in Louisiana. She began pursuing her dream of publication after a layoff and a little known event called Katrina in 2005. With several interruptions in her career, all involving weather, it’s only natural that storms would be at the center of many of her stories. She is a business owner and professional singer, salesperson, plant manager, computer trainer, and mail lady. She has written eight books based in the communities surrounding Storm Lake— an infamous, though fictional lake in Southern Louisiana. She has never met a Tempestaerie or a sexy Aussie gem hunter, but she recently met some hunky cover models in the name of ‘research’ so see…Anything Can Happen!

 

 

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Website www.liviaquinn.com

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All book links http://liviaquinn.com/books.html

 

 

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Time-Travelling Author @WestonAndrew Divulges His Top 10 Films #Books


My name is Andrew P. Weston. I’m a time-travelling author from the future, hiding a dark and mysterious past, who currently finds himself kicking his heels in the present with nothing to do except study the cultural impact films have had on the many generations I’ve enjoyed visiting. Flitting back and forth through the spacetime continuum has its perks. Only last week, (thirty years from now), I was able to feast on such treats as: Star Wars XXIV – A Continuing Menace; The Fast and the Furiously Repetitive 19; and Die – Hard to Kill This Franchise Off.

 

Here are my top ten picks of worthy, thought provoking films from your era:

 

  1. Wuthering Heights – the original. Laurence Olivier and Merle Oberon. A timeless epic, capturing the mood of bitter angst, class division, inequality and all-consuming love.
  2. The King and I: Debora Kerr & Yul Brynner. You cannot beat the pomp and ceremony of the original. Fantastic setting. Brilliant cast. Awesome entertainment. “Shall we dance…?”
    Interesting Fact: Yul Brynner is one of only a handful of people ever to have won an Academy and Tony Award for the same role.
  3. The Forbidden Planet: Leslie Nielsen and Walter Pidgeon. Now this was decades ahead of its time. The forerunner for so many science fiction wannabes that never achieved the same standard.
  4.  The Ten Commandments: Charlton Heston. An absolute epic, and out of this world for special effects in its day. Far superior to later attempts to cover the same material…(And another film Yul Brynner popped up in? The sly old fox).
  5. Saving Private Ryan: Tom Hanks and a vast cast. Gritty, realistic. As an ex serviceman who has seen combat, it truly moved me, as I felt it accurately portrayed how cruel war can be, and how true heroes are forged. They’re just ordinary boys – and nowadays girls – from next door who answer the call, face their fears, and accomplish something extraordinary. Sadly, not all of them make it home. Never forget…we owe our freedom and liberty to their sacrifices.
  6. Way Out West: Laurel & Hardy. Good old-fashioned nostalgic fun. I love the tickling scene, and you can see Rosina Lawrence trying not to laugh and grinning from ear to ear when they recorded it. (I wonder how many takes that took.) And an excellent reminder that a truly entertaining film doesn’t need all the fancy gimmicks they have nowadays. Speaking of which…
  7. The Matrix: Keanu Reeves and many others. Outstanding.
    Interesting fact: You do know it explains the truth about reality, don’t you? We all have that feeling that something’s not quite…?
  8.  Bladerunner: Harrison Ford , Rutger Hauer and others. “I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe…” (But I don’t want to talk about what I did last weekend). The hidden subtext and moral dilemma this excellent noir sci-fi classic portrayed will – I’m sure – survive the test of time. A truly poignant film.
  9.  Grease: John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John. Don’t cringe…I know you can sing all the words to every song…exactly like I can J (Tell me more…?)
  10.  The Devil Wears Prada: Meryl Streep. Anne Hathaway. Emily Blunt. What can I say? I have an eye for things that will never go out of fashion. (Sniff, sniff… “Has one of today’s readers been eating an onion bagel?”

 

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Title: Exordium of Tears

Author: Andrew P. Weston

Genre: Science Fiction

Publisher: The Perseid Press

 

Book Blurb:

Fight or die.

 

That simple yet brutal reality is the tenet by which the refugees from Earth – including the fabled lost 9th Legion of Rome; the 5th Company, 2nd Mounted Cavalry Unit; and the Special Forces Anti-Terrorist Team – were forced to live by while the Horde menace existed. Believing that the threat is over, the survivors now yearn to settle down, start families, and reclaim the lives stolen from them.

 

But such aspirations might remain beyond their reach, for a shadow looms on the rose-tinted horizon of new beginnings.

 

The release of the re-genesis matrix has done much to foster a restoration of exuberance across Arden. Along with a resurgence in floral and faunal diversity comes the results of splicing the Ardenese and human genomes: transmutation. A metamorphosis of stunning magnitude that not only affects the living, but those still is stasis as well.

 

Recognizing the emergence of a new hybrid species, the Architect – the arcane AI construct tasked with the preservation of the Ardenese race – responds by unlocking previously hidden and inaccessible areas of the city. It also releases an archive of sealed state secrets. Such revelations are eagerly perused, whereupon a shocking discovery is made.

 

Prior to the fall, it was common knowledge amongst the Senatum (the highest levels of Arden’s government) that not all the rabid Horde had joined in the rampage across the stars toward Arden.

 

Realizing that the peril still exists, the newly reformed administration elects to respond in earnest. Existing resources are utilized, suitable candidates are chosen, and a flotilla of ships is sent out to secure, quarantine, and reclaim the outer colonies.

 

A mammoth and hazardous undertaking. And nowhere more so than at the planet from where the outbreak was known to have originated – Exordium – for there, the ancient Horde are not only supremely evolved and highly organized, but are capable of a level of lethal sophistication, the likes of which has never been witnessed before.

 

It is into this kiln of incendiary potential that the cream of Arden’s fighting forces is deployed.

 

Worlds are torn asunder, suns destroyed, and star systems obliterated. Yes, tragedy is forged, in a universe spanning conflict which proves once again that…

 

Death is only the beginning of the adventure.

 

Excerpt:

The cavern’s vaulted interior resonated with silence. More than a hundred yards wide, it was a natural feature etched from living rock by the slow and patient attrition of running water over thousands of years. As time passed the wellsprings ran dry, and the chamber gradually drained. Once barren, the cavity lay undiscovered for millennia until explorers from a faraway world happened upon it during their initial surveys prior to colonization.

Recognizing its value, those adventurers adapted the character of the gallery to suit their own purposes, transposing its simple grandeur into a wonderland of startling complexity and delight.

Yet even this transformation had been a long, long time ago, and for many years now the facility remained abandoned.

Although subdued, illumination was still afforded by a swarm of ethereal holographic constructs. Of unknown purpose, these nevertheless had been rigged to serve the mechanism dominating the cavern’s center.

Here, a circular dais more than twenty yards across rose from the floor. Above it, a pair of gleaming U-shaped collars hung suspended in midair. Each measured over fifty feet in length and were positioned so that their open arms bowed toward each other. Within the expanse of their embrace, a tear challenged the authority of spacetime itself. Appearing like a DNA helix, it slowly revolved around its own axis, warping reality to its will. A gentle breeze flowed toward the rent from each of the cavern’s exits, betraying the presence of a subtle vacuum.

Blip — blip — blip!

Harsh in the silence, a warning tone blurted from one of the control stations closest to the feature. Two adjacent projectors flickered to life. As their emitters focused on a condensed shimmering fog of ionized gas, a series of complex equations appeared. The beams intensified, and a stream of translucent symbols scrolled down the misty page.

“Anomaly detected,” a voice announced. “Please stand by . . .”

Background generators kicked in. A steady whine signaled the buildup of impressive potential.

“Target recognized and locked. Quantum tunnel initialized. Temporal sheath established. Safety overrides engaged . . .”

An oscillating tone added deeper counterpoints to the coalescing energies. Underlying vibrations increased dramatically. Static sparks jumped out to scratch at the invisible plane lurking between the brackets. Lightning flashed, once, twice, then the void yawned wide and a tornado of warped sensibilities bloomed forth in a churning bore that somehow encompassed both pelagic and volcanic attributes.

“Gateway activated. Spectral sensors primed. Data retrieval will commence in three, two, one . . . Downloading.”

A surrounding halo of ancillary equipment lent its weight to the process, and by its light hitherto unnoticed features of the chamber stood revealed.

Unlike the rest of the control center, a large area along the western periphery was free of equipment. Desks, cabinets, and scanners occupying that zone had been smashed to pieces and thrown to one side to make room for the assortment of power cables trailing along the floor and into a wide pool of gelatinous goo.

The air above the mucus shivered gently, as if wallowing in the heat of a welcome zephyr. No sooner had the wormhole stabilized than the undulating curtain flared into a confusing amalgam of Orphic contradiction. Strontium-red passion vied against a well of midnight gloom. Magnesium-silver flares rushed to counter all-consuming darkness. And finally, neon-blue tendrils of scorching hot plasma contended the threat of everlasting obscurity. Such was the frenzy of the outburst that the atmosphere itself bristled, and nearby metallic objects clanged together as they became magnetized.

Hidden at the very edge of the visible spectrum, a nest of nightmare apparitions languished in hibernation. The commotion had disturbed their repose and triggered an instinctive reaction. Roused to the verge of consciousness, their glittering fangs snapped imaginary necks. Steaming talons twitched toward phantom aggressors. Huge great jaws opened, and piercing howls joined together in a cacophony of spine-tingling complaint. Several pairs of eyes fluttered open and in that instant, an overwhelming sense of barely suppressed rage and rabid hunger flooded the cavern with the promise of certain death.

“Cycle completed,” the same automated voice intoned.

The combined resonance of multiple stations shutting down droned through the gallery.

“Geodesic anchors retracted. Astrophasic tracking nodes disengaged. Gravity locks releasing in three, two, one . . . Mark.”

The humming swarm abruptly cut off.

“Returning to passive-scan mode. Info-packet prepared. End run . . . Execute.”

The hovering screens went blank, and the control room was thrown into darkness once more.

Deprived of the source of their agitation, the beasts’ emotions cooled, and they were soon lulled back toward slumber. The energized cloud hovering above the ectoplasm continued to ripple awhile longer, but it too eventually subsided into inactivity.

All was as it had been before, except that now, a brooding, heightened state of watchfulness pervaded the ether.

 

Buy Links:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Exordium-Tears-IX-Andrew-Weston/dp/0996428992

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Exordium-Tears-IX-Book-2-ebook/dp/B01AAFEU6O

 

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/exordium-of-tears-andrew-p-weston/1123449634?ean=9780996428996

 

Andrew Weston

 

Author Biography:

Andrew P. Weston is Royal Marine and Police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats.

 

An astronomy and law graduate, he is the creator of the international number one bestsellers, The IX, and Hell Bound, (A novel forming part of Janet Morris’ critically acclaimed Heroes in Hell shared universe). Andrew also has the privilege of being a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, the British Fantasy Society and the International Association of Media Tie-In Writers.

 

When not writing, Andrew devotes some of his spare time to assisting NASA with two of their remote research projects, and writes educational articles for http://Astronaut.com  and Amazing Stories.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.andrewpweston.com/

 

Publisher: The Perseid Press

 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/WestonAndrew

 

Author Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Andrew-P-Weston-Author/102335216581151?ref=hl

 

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/andrewweston/

 

Andrew P. Weston Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

The IX Blog: http://theix.blogspot.gr/

 

Book Marketing 101: 3 Tips to Promote Your Book(s) Without Driving Away Readers #authors #marketing


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“You’ve just published a book. Congratulations! You’ve done something that many have tried and few have succeeded. Give yourself a pat on the back… then put on your thinking cap. It’s time for the next step: promoting your book.”

Ruth A. Casie invited me to appear on her blog to talk about book marketing for all authors. I offer three tried and true tips to promote your book(s) without driving away readers/followers.

Check it out and then come back and let me know what tips you have on book promotion:

http://ruthacasie.blogspot.ca/2016/02/books-chocolate-and-wine-with-nn-light.html 

Question Time: What do you struggle with the most when it comes to book promotion? I’d love to hear from you. I’m happy to answer any and all questions, too.

Mrs. N aka N. N. Light

Croc’s Return by @EveLanglais #ParanormalRomance #bookpromo #MFRWAuthor


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Title: Croc’s Return

Author: Eve Langlais

Genre: Paranormal Romance

 

Book Blurb:

Welcome to Bitten Point, where the swamp doesn’t just keep its secrets, it sometimes eats them.

Take one deadly bite and, bam, a man’s life is changed forever, or so Caleb discovers when a loss of control leads to him joining the military and leaving everything behind. Now that he’s back, making amends is harder than expected.

His ex girlfriend, Renny, is not interested in excuses. Caleb might have returned but her plan is to keep him at arm’s length. Only she can’t. Her son deserves a chance to get to know his father, but that doesn’t mean Renny is letting Caleb back into her heart. Now if only her heart would cooperate.

Things get dangerous when a mysterious being starts stalking the residents of Bitten Point. When the monster threatens his son, Caleb knows it’s time to unleash his dark inner beast so he can snap at danger–and take a bite out of life.

Coming home doesn’t always solve things…but it does pave the way for second chances.

 

 

 

Exclusive Excerpt:

“Hello, baby.” The familiar nickname purred from him, unbidden, but once spoken, unable to be retrieved.

A long time ago, that endearment might have once curled her lips into the most beautiful smile. Now it just served to make her eyes flash with anger. “Don’t you baby me, Caleb. I have no interest in talking to you.”

“I get that, and I don’t blame you.”

“How magnanimous of you,” she retorted dryly.

“You look good.” Again, he spoke without thinking—or filtering. I’d better start watching my words, or I’m going to get myself in trouble.

Too late. He was in trouble the moment he came seeking her.

At his praise, she sucked in a breath, and a slight flush heightened the color in her cheeks. “You look good, too,” she said.

At her obvious lie, his lips tightened. “I’m very much aware of how I look. No need to coddle me.” The burns had left a scar, not just on his skin but his psyche. Even if she could ignore the one, he couldn’t ignore the other.

“Coddle? I can assure you that would be last thing I’d do for you.”

Renny always did have that irritating tendency of telling the truth, but even if she didn’t find his scars ugly, that changed nothing.

“As you can see, I’m back.”

“So everyone keeps telling me,” she mumbled. “As if I care. I stopped caring a long time ago.”

A lie that hit him hard and low. She still feels something for me.

Yeah, lots of anger.

“I know you hate me, and I just wanted to tell you that I’m going to do my best to stay away from you.” Even if all he wanted was to stick to her like honey on a bear.

Her brow arched. “So far you’re not doing a good job staying away.”

“I thought I should talk to you because I figure we’d bump into each other again at some point, and I didn’t want it to be awkward.”

“Oh, because this isn’t awkward at all.” Renny rolled her eyes. “You’ve said hello. I know you’re back. I also don’t care, so if you don’t mind, there’s the door. Use it.” She turned her back to him.

Oddly enough, though, he didn’t want to leave. As a matter of fact, all he really wanted to do was snare her in his arms and squeeze her tight. Tell her how much he’d missed her and wished things could have been different. He wanted to peel that tiny shirt from her and cover her body in his. Surround her in his scent. Claim her and make her off-limits to others.

The time apart hadn’t cooled the attraction on his part at all, but he wouldn’t act on it.

Mustn’t mark her and claim her and keep. She deserves better.

Thing was, he needed to make sure she hated him because, if she softened at all, like she did now with her body trembling slightly, he might not be able to resist. “So do you strip for money on top of waitressing? Or do you just strut your shit for every dick with a few dollars?”

She whirled on him. “Are you seriously insulting me here?”

“Just questioning your choice in careers.” Because he knew she was capable of being more than a waitress in a strip club. “Couldn’t you find something a little more—”

“More what? Morally sound? More clothed? Perhaps you’d like me to walk two feet behind men and curtsy when they speak to me?”

“Now you’re exaggerating. I’m just saying a nice girl like you should have higher aspirations than working in a titty bar.”

“There is nothing wrong with working here. And that’s a priceless thing to say, given you came here in the first place. If this place is so disgusting, then what are you doing here?”

Getting a beer? But he didn’t have time to voice his reason. Renny was still talking, her voice reaching an incredulous pitch.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, Caleb Bourdeaux, coming back into town after everything that’s happened and acting as if I owe you anything or give a fiddle what you think.”

Once again, he just couldn’t seem to keep his mouth shut. “Maybe you should give a damn what I think since no one else seems to be. You deserve a job that doesn’t require you dressing like this. For fuck’s sake, Renny, your shirt is so tight I can see your damned bra.”

“Are my bralines bothering you? Let me fix that.”

He could only gape in shock as her hands slid under the fabric of her top, and in moments, she’d managed to unsnap her bra and slide her arms through the straps. She tossed the scrap of fabric at him.

It hit him in the chest, but he clasped it before it could fall. The cottony material still held the warmth of her body. Was it him or the beast that lifted it for a sniff?

Vanilla. Delicious. And tempting, just like the buds of her nipples clinging to the material of her shirt that drew his gaze.

I am in so much trouble.

A trouble he couldn’t seem to stop from snowballing.

“What are you doing with my bra?” she asked as he stuffed it in his pocket.

“Keeping it.”

“For what?”

Nothing could have stopped his slow, lazy smile. “Inspiration.”

 

 

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Author Biography:

Hello, my name is Eve and I am a Canadian author who loves to write hot romance, usually with werewolves, cyborgs or aliens.

 

I should warn you that I possess a twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humor something I like to let loose in my writing. I enjoy strong alpha males, and shifters. Lots of big, overprotective shifters. I am also extremely partial to aliens, the kind who like to abduct humans and then drive them insane…with pleasure. Do you like something a little darker? Then check out my cyborgs whose battle with humanity have captivated readers worldwide.

 

I love to write, and while I don’t always know what my mind is going to come up with next, I can promise it will be fun, probably humorous and most of all romantic, because I love a happily ever after.

 

Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.evelanglais.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/eve.langlais.98

Twitter: https://twitter.com/EveLanglais

 

 

N. N. Light’s 5 Sure-Fire Tips to a Successful Author Interview #writingtips #bookpromotion #authors


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Ask a roomful of authors how they feel about author interviews and you’ll likely clear the room. For many authors, debut as well as seasoned, conducting an interview is scary. There’s a lot of pressure and it’s easy to get caught up in it.

How can I create the right first impression?

How do I want to be perceived?

What do I want someone to remember about me?

Why can’t I just talk about my book?

What if I come across as dumb?

These questions and more pummel an author until he/she lies in a puddle on the floor. Listen, promoting yourself as well as your books is essential in the industry. Readers want to know about you first and your books second. The quickest way to do that is to do an author interview.

As you may or may not know, I’m a book marketer and I help authors every day market themselves and their books. Whether it is through an author interview or a guest post, you are trying to connect with the reader. They want to know more about you and what makes you tick. They want to know what inspired you to write your books. They want to get an inside glimpse into the inner workings of you, the author, before they buy your book.

I have seen many authors make mistakes when it comes to the author interview and many excel at it. I want to help you give the best possible interview. Here are my top five tips:

1- Breathe. Breathe Breathe. This is not the end of the world. In fact, this is exciting! Someone out there wants to have you on their blog/website. They find you interesting enough to interview and promote you. High five!

2- Study the questions carefully. Each blog/website has a different set of questions they want answered. Some, like mine, give you a lot of questions to choose from. If you have the option of let’s say eight questions, make sure to have a mixture of professional and personal questions. Remember, you are aiming this at the average reader. They want to get to know you. As a rule, I like to mention my love of baking and/or chocolate. It allows me to relate on a more personal level.

3- Answer the questions in detail. There is nothing worse than an author interview that has short choppy answers. Where do you live? Don’t just name a town but chat a little about it. Entice the reader with a snapshot into your personal life. You are a writer and words are your friends. Let your natural ability shine when answering the questions. First impressions are important and you want the reader to remember you in a positive way.

4- Proofread the interview at least twice. As a rule, I don’t edit author interviews that are scheduled on this blog. It’s not my place to rework your words. My job is to present you in an eye-appealing way and to get the message out there about you. Read it aloud and make sure it flows well.

5- Follow the instructions to the letter and send off your interview. Every blog/website has a set of rules for what they need. For me, I need the interview, author bio, buy links, social media links and blurb all saved in a word doc. In addition, I need a book cover and an author photo. I ask for these things to be emailed to me no later than three days before the scheduled interview. I can’t stress this enough, FOLLOW directions! I have heard from my fellow promoters/bloggers how many times this gets overlooked by the author. Many of us have day jobs and it takes time to create an blog post/ author interview, not mention scheduling the marketing via social media. Having everything sent in one email makes it so much easier to get it done quickly.

Author interviews are a great way to meet new readers and connect with a new circle of followers. It doesn’t have to be scary and please, don’t freak out. In my opinion, it’s one of the easiest ways (besides Twitter) to mesh well with readers. Get creative and most importantly, have fun!

MRS N aka N. N. Light

Portrait of a Girl by @Luanna_Stewart #bookspotlight #RomanticSuspense #amreading


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Title: Portrait of a Girl

Author: Luanna Stewart

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Blurb:

When her wealthy art dealer father died, Heather James was expecting a fortune. Instead, his bank account was empty and Heather’s working in a bakery, wondering exactly what happened to her father’s millions…until someone tries to kill her.

Tony Simons is on the trail of an art theft cold case that’s practically giving him frostbite. He’s hoping that by sticking close to Heather—the daughter of his deceased prime suspect—he’ll find the answers he needs. Instead, he’s finding himself distracted by a gorgeous woman who drives him crazy in every way imaginable…

Now Tony’s in serious trouble. Even if Heather can’t—or won’t—tell him where the stolen paintings and money are, she may well have stolen his heart.

And now someone wants her dead…

Excerpt:

“Do you want every room painted that shade of beige?” He didn’t even try to keep the shudder out of his voice.

“What’s wrong with the color?” She straightened her back and raised her chin, apparently willing to defend her choice.

“Who said there was anything wrong with it? I was just wondering—”

“You didn’t have to say anything. You’re very easy to read. The paint was on sale, okay?”

He laughed. “I can see why.” And if he were so easy to read, she’d know he wasn’t thinking about painting, or anything else that one does with clothes on.

“What color would you choose, then?” She took a step closer, like she was angling for an argument. Arguing was not what he had in mind, either, unless it led to making up.

“I’d choose a blue like your eyes.” He closed the distance and tugged a lock of hair free from her ponytail.

“Or a mellow gold like your hair. Or”—he stroked her soft cheek, noting the catch in her breath—“the shade of your blush when you’re aroused.”

Her lips parted with a soft “oh.”

This right here was why he’d asked to be taken off the case or shipped overseas. He’d known, during that last meeting with his boss, that he was headed for this kind of trouble. The last thing he wanted to do was paint the fucking house.

She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close, her soft lips laying claim to his mouth. He slid an arm around her waist, pulled her close, pressing against her heat. Her scent made him forget all the reasons why this was a bad idea.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” She nibbled at his lips, playing and teasing.

“You’re right.” He nuzzled her neck, tempted to take a bite.

“I hardly know you.”

“Exactly.”

“Why are you so agreeable?”

“One of us has to think clearly, and I’m doing my damnedest to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman.”

She pulled him back for another kiss, openmouthed, tongues clashing. If the bad guys showed up right now—

He broke the kiss. They were both breathing hard, and her heart raced along with his. He had to get her out of his house. “I’ve got a deadline to meet, or I won’t get paid. I’d hate to make my landlord upset by being late with the rent.”

He felt her smile against his neck. “I happen to know your landlord, and her cat would go hungry if you were late with the rent.”

“I’d hate to be responsible for a cat going hungry. Maybe we can continue this discussion later.”

“You can count on it.”

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About the Author:

Luanna Stewart has been creating adventures for her imaginary friends since childhood. As soon as she discovered her grandmother’s stash of romance novels, all plots had to lead to a happily-ever-after.

Born and raised in Nova Scotia, Luanna now lives in Maine with her dear husband, two college boys and two cats. When she’s not torturing her heroes and heroines, she’s in her kitchen baking something delicious.

Writing under the pen name Grace Hood, she has two novellas published with The Wild Rose Press. She is excited to have a book published under her own name with Entangled Publishing.

Website:  http://www.luannastewart.com/

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/Luanna_Stewart

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Amazon Author Page:  http://amazon.com/author/luanna_stewart

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I’d Like to Introduce You to… Jeff Lee @JFredLee #authorinterview #womensfiction #books


Today it’s my pleasure to introduce you to a funny, funny author. Jeff Lee is the author of The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour, Hair of the Dog, Chump Change and Bird Boy. Each of these books debuted to rave reviews, garnering all 4 and 5-star reviews. He has a knack for writing hilarious stories and all from the female viewpoint. The best part is that he’s accurate in his portrayal of the female point of view. I swear, he must’ve been a woman in a past life. Anyway, he agree to sit down with me for an interview. If you like comedy/humor, you’re in for a treat. Take it away, Jeff!

What book do you wish you could have written?       

That’s a tough one, because there are so damn many of them. But ones that instantly come to mind are: Get Shorty; Fried Green Tomatoes at the Spitfire Grill; Shogun; anything by William Goldman (the man is a god); Even Cowgirls Get The Blues; Baja Oklahoma; Catch 22; The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight; The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe; anything by James Michener; The Hunt for Red October; anything by Carl Hiaasen. Yeah, it’s a pretty eclectic mix. But I’m an eclectic kind of guy. I do confess to a love of humor and satire.

If you could cast your characters in the Hollywood adaptation of your book, who would play your characters?

Interesting question, since I usually cast my books before I sit down to write them. It helps me get a better handle on each character if I can picture someone actually playing them. That said, The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour would have an interesting cast, including: Vonda – could be Goldie Hawn, Susan Sarandon or Meryl Streep. Kay – could be a made down Michelle Pfeiffer. Francine would HAVE to be either Kathy Bates or Conchatta Ferrell. Bruce Willis would make a Hell of a “Fish” (so would John Goodman). And Bob, the former green beret turned large animal vet? Sam Elliott, hands down.

 

Have you always liked to write?

Pretty much. I’ve been writing, either as an amateur or professional for more than 50 years. First, as a student substituting my own short stories for actual class assignments. Then, spending more than 35 years as an advertising copywriter and creative director.

 

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?                                              

Write. The more you practice your craft, the better you’ll get at it. And get involved with a writers’ group or beta readers you trust for honest feedback. But the most important advice I can give is this: some times, you’ll have to kill some of your little darlings. Word are just that; they’re not little bonbons that fall from the  heavens. If a word doesn’t serve to advance your plot or character arc, get rid of it. There will be others. Trust me.

 

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?                                                                                       

I’m retired now, so the question’s a little moot. But if I wasn’t writing books, I’d probably still be writing ads & commercials. The money is great, and you can’t beat the turn-around on an ad for instant gratification.

 

Are you a plotter or a pantster?

I’m a modified panster. I don’t usually plot out more than the initial concept of the book. But I do spend a huge amount of time getting to know my characters. When I did The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour, by the time I fired up my word processor, I knew Vonda, Kay and Francine so well they actually wrote the book for me.

 

Do you read your reviews? Do you respond to them, good or bad? Do you have any advice on how to deal with the bad?

Look, any writer who tells you they never read their reviews is either lying or too pretentious for words. We ALL do it. The trick is NOT to respond, to ANY of them – good or bad. If you get a bad review, fight hard to resist the temptation to open that pie hole or fire off a broadside from behind your keyboard. Yeah, you might defend your position, but it will cost you the whole damn war.

What is your least favorite part of the publishing / writing process?

In a word, rejection. I’ve been writing novels – damn good and funny ones – for about 15 years. And so far, I’ve amassed a collection of at least 400 rejection letters. From literary agents who loved my work but had no idea how to sell it; to others who worried that, since no one had ever written with a writer’s voice like mine, there would be no other writers to compare me to. And, in a lot of cases, it was just resounding silence coming back to me from the mailbox. That’s why I got into self-publishing. And the difference is like night & day.

Is this your first book? How many books have you written prior (if any?)                         

I’ve actually written four novels : The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour, plus two sequels, Hair of the Dog and Chump Change. The last two sequels are based on a trio of secondary characters I fell in love with – three wise cracking, heavily tatted, Harley riding bounty hunters and repo men. The fourth, titled Bird Boy, is a cautionary tale about extreme teenage bullying and where it could lead.

What is your next project?

Taking Hair of the Dog and Bird Boy and re-publishing them myself, since the small indie publisher that released them went out of business. After that, I’m seriously considering writing a screenplay based on Farewell Tour.

 

Do you write naked?                                                                                                                                 

All right, which one of you big-mouths spilled the legumes? Truth is, sometimes. But almost never on days when I decide to write at Starbucks. And…not the full monty, either. I’ve usually got on a watch, reading glasses and my lucky sock.

 

What is the biggest fib you’ve ever told?

When I was in Basic Training in the Army, I invented two Jewish holidays. I actually got a day off from training for the day Moses parted the Red Sea, and one for Abraham’s birthday.

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Once, during a National Guard two-week summer camp back in the 70’s. I won’t go into much detail, other than to say the infraction involved guard duty and a host of violations that included drinking on guard duty, ingesting banned recreational substances while on guard duty, drunk driving, being out of uniform, performing one’s duties in an un-military manner, destruction of government property and attempting to murder a second lieutenant with a five-ton truck. Had we been under a declared state of war, I they could have gone all “Execution of Private Eddie Slovack” on my ass. As it turned out, I got a terrifically funny short story out of it.

 

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in a situation that was hard to get out of and what did you do?

Getting arrested for a capital crime while at National Guard summer camp definitely qualifies. Fortunately, I had some friends in the headquarters company, who saw to it that all the paperwork from my arrest got “misplaced”.

What do you want your tombstone to say? 

“See other side”. And I want the same inscription chiseled on the reverse. I figure it ought to keep some of my relatives busy for hours.

 

What literary character is most like you?

“Fish” Fishbein, the heavily tattooed, Harley-riding, wise-cracking repo man, bounty hunter and sometime attorney from my Adventures in La-La Land series.

 

What secret talents do you have?

I’m a damn good cook, and I can say “supercallifragilisticexpialidocious” backwards.

 

Do you have any scars? What are they from?

Just one, really. The one EVERY Jewish male has to schlep around, where, one night and without his approval, a rabbi barges into the house and forcibly removes the little turtleneck dickie he’s wearing around his hangey-down part.

 

 Ladies Temperence

Title  — The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour

Author – Jeff Lee

Genre — Women’s Fiction; Chick Lit; Crime; Murder; Humor; Comedy; Satire

Book Blurb  —

Vonda Mae Ables could never hurt a soul. Now she’s on the lam in a huge RV, with her best friends, gallons of Chardonnay and a stiff in her freezer.

Vonda has suffered her alcoholic boyfriend’s abuse for twenty years. But when she finally stands up for herself, she overdoes it and crushes his skull with a football trophy. Rather than turn herself in, she enlists her friends to help ditch the body. They stash the boyfriend in the freezer of his humongous RV and take off for Arizona, planning a quiet desert burial. Unfortunately, the plan goes more sideways with every mile. Vonda finally finds a likely place to plant the dead SOB, but now he’s frozen solid and stuck in the freezer.

Exhausted from their day of digging and unsuccessfully trying to extricate him, the women stop at a local cafe. While they’re drinking dinner, a gang of Harley-riding repo guys makes off with the RV and a Good Samaritan reports the theft. Vonda panics when the police arrive to investigate, knowing that if the cops recover the RV and discover what’s in the freezer, she might have to turn that old trophy on herself.

Exclusive Excerpt –

“Walking back out into the afternoon heat, she looked over to the pump island and noticed the motor coach was no longer sitting where she left it.

Now it was parked all by itself—which wasn’t that hard to do, considering it was about the only vehicle in all of Quartzsite at the moment.

It was all the way down at the far end of the truck stop, sitting beneath a large faded sign reading, “DUMP STATION.” One of the lower baggage compartment doors was open, and Vonda was struggling to show a large and extremely stubborn section of plastic hose just who was calling the shots here.

“Goddammit, get in there!”

The hose was about three or four inches in diameter, bright blue in color and covered from end to end with hundreds of ribs molded around its circumference, like an azure version of the business end of some incredibly foul smelling vacuum cleaner. One end was connected to a large plumbing fitting mounted inside the baggage compartment, while the other end steadfastly resisted all of Vonda’s efforts to cram it into an opening in what looked like a manhole cover.

“Stinkin’ piece of—GET IN THERE!”

“Good Lord, what a stench, Vonda.”

“You know, you could give me a hand here…”

Just then, the hose saw the error of its ways and decided to cooperate, sliding smoothly into the hole in the manhole cover.

“Why? Looks like you’ve got the whole thing under control, babe.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re getting so much enjoyment from this, Francine.”

Vonda stomped back to the coach, grabbed a small lever on the plumbing valve connected to the length of blue tubing and shoved it in the direction labeled “DISCHARGE”. The hose immediately started to twitch and dance and the air was filled with sucking and gurgling sounds, not to mention an even more vile odor, as the contents of the toilet’s holding tank began to drain into the manhole cover.

“Because next time, it’s your turn.”

“Whatever you say.” Francine answered as she disappeared around the front of the motor home, headed for the door. Unable to resist the impulse, she loudly called out, “Shit, but that stinks, girl!”

“Very funny, Francine…”

This was probably not the best time to be having a few yocks at Vonda’s expense. Now that she’d managed to get the toilet tank drained, the hose rediscovered its independent spirit, becoming jammed in the plumbing fitting underneath the motor coach. And Vonda wasn’t in any mood to let an inanimate hunk of polyvinylchloride try much more of her patience, so she gave the valve a good swift kick.

Followed by another.

The retaining ring holding the blue hose in place finally spun, freeing the tubing, but in the process a small plastic tab broke off from its end, which landed unnoticed on the basement floor of the coach.

Bounding up the steps from the front door, Francine almost collided with Kay, who was using a piece of double-sided adhesive tape to attach a small ceramic figure to the dashboard.

Apparently, fruit, nuts and natural sources of dietary fiber weren’t the only things she purchased at Hadley’s Nut House, back in Cabazon.

She also picked up a small planter, a little ceramic hombre in a sombrero, who was fated to spend eternity looking down and contemplating whatever ended up getting planted in the large pocket molded into the front of his pants. In this case, it was a five-inch long, needle-studded shaft of cactus.

Which made Kay’s souvenir planter look like a very happy little figurine, indeed.

“Kay, honey, what the hell is that?”

“I’m sor—“ Kay suddenly remembered how both she and Francine had grown tired of her constantly apologizing for every little thing in life. “It’s a freakin’ planter, Francine. Excuse me for trying to brighten the place up a little.”

“Well, I think it’s kinda cute, y’know?”

“Really?” Kay instantly bounced back from her mildly irritated mood. “You really like it?”

“Yeah,” Francine nodded. “Hey, take away all those needles and sharp things stickin’ out … and your little guy here could be in for one hell of a social life.”

Kay looked blankly from Francine to the little planter a couple of times, not getting it.

Her friend’s meaning finally sunk in.

“What is it with you, Francine? Why does everything have to be about sex?”

“Oh, lighten up.” Francine gave her a quick hug. “I was just givin’ you a little shit. Besides, I really do like your little guy.”

“Well, thanks.”

“I’ll tell you one thing, though.” She moved in for a closer look at the length of cactus sprouting from the figurine’s trousers. “Your little amigo here? Well, it’s a pretty safe bet he ain’t Jewish.”

Buy Links –

Amazon:  amzn.to/1KEN8U3

Website: http://jeffleewriter.weebly.com

Jeff Lee

Author Biography –

Born near New York City and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, Jeff Lee has spent his entire writing career in Los Angeles. For more than 35 years, he has been a copywriter, producer and creative director for some of the advertising industry’s most recognizable agencies, winning numerous awards for his creativity and wise-ass sense of humor. Typical for his industry, none of those ad agencies are still in business, but Jeff appears to have pretty solid alibis for the deaths of each one.

Jeff now spends his time on his own writing, having produced four novels – The Ladies Temperance Club’s Farewell Tour, Hair of the Dog, Chump Change and Bird Boy. Each of these books debuted to rave reviews, garnering all 4 and 5-star reviews.

Trained as a cook in the Army, he still enjoys being creative in the kitchen, and admits that few things in life compare with the thrill of discovering you’ve just given a nasty case of food poisoning to 140 heavily-armed troops.

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Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jfredlee

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/jfredlee

Cheerleaders in Heat @SexyMuffyWilson @LaurenceChrissy ~ Blog Tour + #Giveaway 18+


Cheerleaders in Heat
by
   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence
                @SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy                   
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WARNING:
ELECTRIFYING
ORGASMS!!!
NOT FOR THE FAINT
OF HEART

Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys’ fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn’t have what it takes to win someone like Cherie.

Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.

Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about.

Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.

Or does it?

Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls

An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 
This book does that.
It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 
journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 
Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.
This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 
twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love: 
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta

In this scene, Sampson has saved Cherie from a horrible assault. Ever the gentleman, he collects her and brings her to his penthouse apartment on Miracle Mile in SoMa to relax and recover.


Excerpt:

“I really appreciate this, your gentle kindness is more than I ever could have anticipated or ever expected. I just don’t know what to say.”

“Nothing needs to be said. Okay—this is my bathroom . . .”

“Wow!” Cherie exclaimed. “It’s incredible; it’s beautiful, so beautifully appointed yet  masculine.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks, it has everything I need. It gets the job done,” He said, giving her a warm, teasing smile.

The marble bathroom had both a walk-in shower with six separately controlled rain heads and an oversized sunken tub with a whirlpool, 24 jets and in-line heating with wave action controls. The little foam head pillow was a nice sensitive touch. Sampson reached into a linen closet and took out a set of matching snow white big, fluffy over-sized bath and hand towels and a facecloth. He handed them to Cherie and turned back into the linen closet. He rooted around for a minute and took out a guest basket: a packet including tooth brush and paste, a body puff, and miniature bottles of scented body wash, bath oils, shampoo, conditioner and lotion. Included was a small travel bottle of Lancome facial tonic and moisturizer with a tiny clear plastic envelope of cotton balls. Sampson handed the guest basket to Cherie and said, “Wait just a minute.” Then, turned on his heels and left the room. While he was gone, Cherie couldn’t help but wonder how many other impromptu visits from women he’d had. She winced as the thought came to her that he must have these packages made up in lots of 50. Was he always this prepared for his female visitors? Perhaps she wasn’t as in charge as she had imagined.

He came back a short time later with a terrycloth bathrobe and hung it on the bronze hook above the whirlpool tub.

“Would you prefer to shower or take a tub?” he asked.

Without hesitating, Cherie pointed to the tub and asked, “Wow, you must do this a lot—rescue damsels in distress? You are certainly prepared for unexpected female company—even a soft scented bottle of Davidoff’s ‘Cool Water’. Must be your favorite? I am impressed you are so prepared for unexpected, ah—shall we say—‘company’ late at night,” Cherie noted with surprise and a modicum of disappointment at feeling like one of many in a long line of women visitors.

“Oh, geez, Cherie! No! I barely know anything about you women save for you’re all  soft to touch and smell good. That’s my Mother at work. I never have her favorite toiletries and she always forgets something at home when she visits. I’ll have to keep the little bottles and get some new to refill the basket for her next visit—but I can see how you’d think that!! No, no! I’m no Don Juan prince charming; I just saw what looked like a horrible injustice to a woman I like and wanted to help.” He laughed in a self-deprecating way and added with a mock twang, “I’m a hick at heart, ma’am, and didn’t even kiss a girl until I was eighteen at our senior prom!”

Cherie laughed a little too nervously and said, “Really, Sampson?  That is so hard to believe, a good looking guy like you, but believe you? I do. Would you turn on the whirlpool?” 

“Of course, I’ll set it up for you and you can relax for a while. I have some of my Mom’s bubble bath here and some kinda nodules with oil or something in them—I suspect you know what they are—that you can use as well. She wouldn’t mind, even if she did know. She’d love you.”

He started running the water into the tub and Cherie, blushing at the sincere compliment, watched as he turned on the jets and the currents started to flow. The football player took another feminine-looking pink jar from underneath the sink and poured a small amount of the rich, thick cream into the water.

“This smells really good,” he commented. “It’s that aromatherapy stuff. Maybe it’ll help you to relax. Okay—I’ll get you a glass of wine. Or would you prefer something with a little more kick—sorry, something a little stronger—to it? Then, I’ll leave you alone to enjoy the soak.”

“Wine, please, whatever you have open. That would be delicious, thank you.” Cherie replied and looked him in those deep blue pools he had for eyes and added, “You are so kind. I am overwhelmed. How could I ever repay you?”  He smiled a silent Thank you and left, leaving the door open behind him. As he got half-way through his master bedroom, he remembered he forgot to ask her if she wanted red or white wine and he turned around. Slowly, she undid her halter and once again slid down her scant shorts. He walked towards the open bathroom door and he saw Cherie already with her halter top off, bending to take her short-shorts off, too. He stopped dead in his tracks. It was as if he had never seen her naked before and her purity, her naked beauty, as God Himself had divined, was spellbinding. 

 

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Title: When Love Blooms

Author: Judythe Morgan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Blurb:

After a hit-and-run accident leaves her mother confined to a special care facility, Darcy Clark abandons her dream of an art career. Instead, she focuses on helping her father run the struggling family landscape business. She has no time or interest in romance. When at-risk students from her old high school become her labor force on a city park project, their teacher Andy Fitzpatrick shows up to help and keep an eye on his kids. The chemistry between Darcy and Andy is instant. Darcy dares to daydream about the possibility of a happily-ever-after until a dark secret connecting Andy to her mother’s accident becomes known. Will the link kill their budding attraction before love can blossom?

My Review:

Darcy Clark is landscaping the high school’s gardens when she meets Andy Fitzpatrick, a special needs teacher at the high school. Darcy falls for him immediately, even though she promised herself she wouldn’t let a man hurt her again. Both Darcy and Andy are dealing with a lot of baggage, including their own insecurities. Can they overcome it all and let love bloom?

I loved the premise of this story but as I was reading, I found myself frowning at the continual obstacles in their relationship. It was one thing after another and I didn’t like that part of the story. I’m a happily-ever-after kind of romance reader and drama really isn’t my thing.

I did like many of the characters and was impressed by the amount of gardening information thrown in. Good job, Judythe. The story flowed at a quick pace and it’s not a long read. I was able to read it in one sitting.

The main theme of this story is how love can bloom if you give it space. Like flowers in a garden, it needs sunlight, water, care and faith. If you cut away the weeds, you’ll have a beautiful garden.

If you’re looking for a contemporary romance with depth, I recommend this book.

My Rating: 3.5 stars

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Judythe Morgan is an award-winning author who believes in true love and happily-ever-after. That’s why she writes love stories.

As an Army wife, one time Department of Army Civilian, mother, antiques dealer, schoolteacher and administrator, her life has provided a wealth of experience. Add her years of international travel and an insatiable desire to see, do, and learn and you have a creative fountain overflowing with stories.

When she’s not writing, you’ll find her browsing antiques shops, reading on the front porch of her Colorado home or walking her dogs–a very large Old English sheepdog and an equally tiny Maltese–in the nearby Rio Grande National Forest.

Please visit her website at http://www.judythemorgan.com or her award-winning blog at http://www.judythewriter.wordpress.com for information on her upcoming projects. You can also connect on FB, Twitter and Goodreads.

 

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TITLE: 48 Hours’ Til Christmas

AUTHOR: Stephany Tullis

GENRE: Contemporary Fiction/Holiday Fiction

BLURB:

Luke Evans and Deputy Mayor Jocelyn Lopez promise Smoothville Georgia residents a Christmas celebration like none other in order to heal their broken city torn apart by the recent mayoral election. After all, everyone loves Christmas. What better way to mend the ill will caused by the election?

As Luke and his team begin to plan for the massive event; one expected to be larger than NYC’s celebration at Rockefeller Center, Smoothville City Manager, Angelica Mason discovers someone’s out to sabotage Smoothville’s Christmas Extravaganza.

Smoothville residents’ tempers flare when rumors circulate that the mayor never planned to deliver on his promise. Angelica convinces Luke and Jocelyn they need a special SWAT team to identify the Grinch in their midst.

Luke is excluded from the team and doesn’t seem to care. Is the community right? Is Luke the undercover Scrooge?

The SWAT team and Smoothville residents work around the clock to salvage Smoothville’s Christmas celebration.

Christmas music, holiday food and festivities, and a few angelic hosts make this Christmas novel a holiday favorite; a beautiful story about the magic of Christmas, the strength of family and friends and the power of forgiveness.

EXCERPT: 

“…Would you please tell her that you’re not really Santa Claus, that actually there is no such person”

Jocelyn knew something was up when she received a festively decorated box with a handwritten note: Felize Navidad, Luke Evans.

Thankfully she was unable to find her red permanent marker: RETURN TO SENDER!  Instead, she deep sixed the package in her home office waste basket.

Jocelyn intended to celebrate Christmas with her Papa and the several tias, tios and mucho primos coming to Smoothville for the first time for some—and in many years for others.  Liam, her 15 year old, was as excited as any 15 year old allowed them self to be. He insisted they travel the almost 50 miles to the Mall of Georgia to buy the specially advertised Cuban cigars for his grandfather. Price was no option—though the Christmas special proclaimed a reduced price of 30 percent.

Still licking her wounds and camouflaging the remaining psychological bruises from the recent mayoral election, she accepted her loss—a close one 46 to the incumbent’s 54 percent. Her colleagues and loved ones congratulated her on her first time numbers. She heard them; even acknowledged them with a big smile and hug but inwardly beat herself up–a win is a win and a loss still a loss.  The point spread is not a factor—not when you exit the campaign hotel suite as the loser. She moped through Thanksgiving but forcibly reminded herself by mid-December that her son needed her.  On December 20th she learned of her family’s plans; a well-intended effort to lift her spirits.

She was elbow deep in flour and just sipped from her now cookie dough flavored cava when Liam brought her cell phone: Jose Feliciano serenaded, ‘I want to wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my heart’.  Phone in hand, Liam froze at the entrance to the kitchen refusing to enter the winter wonderland of flour, salt and sugar. He stared at the white streaks claiming their turf in his mother’s naturally curly hair. They shouted for attention alongside the reddish brown highlights Jocelyn’s hair stylist insisted she get prior to the election. Rather than take the chance of getting flour on his new Luigi Paper Mario Nikes, Liam stretched his arms, “mami, telephono, its Mr. …”

“Liam, give me that phone. Since when do you…” She fake swatted her son with the back of her hand adding more flour to her face. Glad for the slight reprieve from the warm kitchen, she grabbed her goblet and headed towards the patio.

“Hey Daira, did you get lost? We’re waiting for you.” She sat as she yakked her greeting to her sister. Liam yelled, “Mami, did you hear me? It’s Mr. …”

Taking a three second breather from her sisterly diatribe she waited for Daira’s familiar, “hey girl” and almost dropped her cava when she heard Luke Evans’ never to be forgotten flesh crawling southern drawl.

“Oh. What do you want? I’m busy right now.” She cared less what Luke wanted. She didn’t ever want to talk to Luke Evans or any other Luke again in life. Political etiquette dictated otherwise. So did her upbringing which explained the twinge mid-chest. Before she could apologize for her rudeness, she was paralyzed by Luke’s response.

“And why do you want to meet with me?” She glanced at her cell phone tempted to hit the red  button. “Excuse me? You have an offer that you hope I won’t be able to refuse?” Who does this chico think he is?

“Look Luke, it’s Christmas. My family’s visiting. I’m cooking. And trying my best to enjoy the holidays.  You may find it strange but a meeting with you hasn’t made it to my holiday to do list.”

Rather than boohoo she listened.

“Jocelyn, I need you on my team. I don’t know what else I can say to convince you. I’m so sorry. I know…this is about the sixth time I’ve apologized in less than five minutes? But I…I… I want you to know I wake up with an apology in my head and go to sleep with one each night in my heart.”

“Huh?”

Am I hearing things? Deputy Mayor? Is this man for real? How can I work with el monstruo who exploited my son’s father’s addictions to win the election that had my name on it? El hombre malo who authorized and paid for 14 panoramic color perfect 14 by 48 billboard ads that screamed to my son, my family, and all of friggin’

Smoothville more than I ever wanted anyone to know about Ernesto’s struggles.

Jocelyn straightened her shoulders mentally cursing out her self-named, ‘Luke the Scoundrel’: How dare you? You jerk! Mentiroso! You literally stole from me. That office should be mine in January!  Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to repeat a word of soon to be second time Mayor Luke Evans’ discourse even if her life depended on it, she abandoned her mental tirade.

“So, um, what do you think Jocelyn? Can we make this work? I’m begging you. I cain’t do this without you. I don’t want to do this without you.”

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Stephany’s life changed dramatically in the fall of 2008. The professional contract and business writer was unable to find the senior manager job she expected to easily find after her relocation to Atlanta, Georgia. The move was for family reasons and a little sooner than expected but was a part of her personal life plan.

Refusing to succumb to the heavy disappointment of not advancing her career in a city with such promise, Stephany struggled to understand purpose behind sudden and unexpected life changes. When her oldest son asked, ‘why don’t you just write a book? Do what you love to do?’, after a few weeks of thought, she decided to give it a shot.

She loved to write and realized that one of the reasons she succeeded as a proposal writer was because of her ability to ‘create programs and program designs’ —so effectively that they were loved by her business clients and convincingly presented to and funded by grant sources!

From inception to publication, Stephany worked for four years on her first novel, The Master’s Plan, A Novel About Purpose. When thinking about how much she continually enjoys reading her debut novel, she writes, “I still laugh at all my favorite chapters and have yet to decide who is my favorite or least liked character. It’s amazing! I was able to spin a tail around two frameworks that have had a major influence on my life: church and government politics. In writing The Master Plan, I was reminded of what a blessed life I have had and that despite what appeared to be very dismal circumstances, I was able to use my creativity and love of writing in a different way. Truly, I can see and believe, it was all part of a master plan.”

Stephany Tullis graduated from Russell Sage College with a Masters in Public Service Administration. She is the recipient of several leadership and career related rewards. She continues to consult for not for profits and lives in Georgia with her family. Her second novel 48 Hours Til Christmas is scheduled for release in November of this year.

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Do you have any odd writing habits?

Doesn’t everyone?

I confess to having a sticky note addiction. The first thing I do for any book is a giant plot board with all my scenes on it, each one written out on a sticky. I color-code the scenes by plotline and by which character is telling the story in that scene.

Also, I find it hard to write without pair of Fresh Mint Tic Tacs under my tongue.

What book do you wish you could have written?

Sharon and Tom Curtis’ classic awesome romance, Lightning that Lingers, which is everything you want in an 80’s contemporary romance where the heroine is a mousy nerd librarian and the hero is a stripper who strips to SAVE THE OWLS. Actually, you can forget every part of that sentence after “which is everything.” It is everything. Period. If you haven’t read it, go get it now. You need to read this book yesterday. I am excited for you if you haven’t read this book because now you get to read it for the first time.

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning?

I get to have a lot of fun with the names in my books because half of them are Arabic. I love looking up meanings and matching them to characters… Or contrasting them with the characters.

In the Jewels of the Desert series, the three brothers have the names Walid, Ithnan, and Thalatha. The meanings of those names are literally, One, Two, and Three. That actually demonstrates the brothers’ relationship with their father pretty well—He didn’t even bother to give them their own names.

What writing advice do you have for other aspiring authors?

If you really don’t want to write, if you just want to hang out with authors and read romance novels, you should do that instead. I know a couple people who drove themselves crazy because they wanted to be in the community, but really weren’t writers in their souls. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Now, if you actually do want to write, then do it. And don’t let rejection or bad reviews, or what anyone says about your book get to you. Even Jane Austen gets two star reviews on Amazon. Go read them. Very funny stuff there.

If you didn’t like writing books, what would you do for a living?

I think I’d like to be an App Developer or Web Designer. I think I’d really like a job with both technical and creative problems to solve.

Do you have a favorite spot to write? What is it?

I pledge allegiance to Starbucks and to the Venti Skinny Latte for which it stands.

I read somewhere that a study showed that the noise level in coffee shops is absolutely perfect for creative work. If they’d just asked me, they wouldn’t have needed to do that study.

 

Do you write naked?

Only blog interviews. That gets pretty awkward in Starbucks.

What is your biggest failure?

Actually, I failed Typing 101 in Senior High. Let us stop there and appreciate the irony for a second. I FAILED TYPING. The thing I do all day now? I failed that in Senior High.

Do you drink? Smoke? What’s your vice?

I’ve never met an Australian Shiraz I didn’t like. But I have to admit, I’m not a wine snob at all. I like my wine way less dry than the experts.

And chocolate. I actually like Toblerones so much that I bought stock in the company. True story.

Pro Tip: Toblerones pair well with an Australian Shiraz (most things do). Especially the dark kind.

Where is one place you want to visit that you haven’t been before?

I’ve been to Egypt, Syria, Turkey, Ecuador (during a coup d’etat), Morocco, Mexico, Scotland, England, Amsterdam, and Thailand. I really want to go everywhere, but I’d say my top destinations would be Japan, India, and Fiji. I got my SCUBA certification last year and I’d love to dive the Great Barrier Reef.

What do you dream? Do you have any recurring dreams/nightmares?

I recently had a dream that starred Channing Tatum and Chris Pratt. We were work buddies and I was laughing at Channing Tatum because I got him in trouble with his boss.

Last night, I dreamed that I was dating the Winter Soldier from Captain America. He was upset and we spent a looong time discussing the relationship.

So, basically, yes, my dreams do suck. I can’t even have proper dreams about super hot guys…

 

Have you ever been in trouble with the law?

Only that time I wrote a naked blog interview in Starbucks.

 

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Title: Desert Sheikh vs American Princess

Author: Teresa Morgan

Genre: Contemporary Sheikh Romance

Book Blurb:

When he kidnapped a princess, he didn’t count on her…

Walid Al Kalam’s plan is simple. The American Celebutante Noelle Oldrich will remain in his palace until her father pays his debts. Without the money her hotel magnate father owes him, Walid cannot fulfill his commitment to the pipeline that represents the future of the small middle eastern country of Askar.

But Noelle isn’t the passive, agreeable guest that she should rationally be. Instead, the willful American princess disrupts the peace of his home, and his peace of mind. Whether she is running through his courtyard in skin-tight gear or braiding together a rope to lower herself out a window, the intelligent beauty threatens his very sanity.

Enter the pirate princess…

No way will any sheikh keep Noelle Oldrich captive, even if she does want to rip the stuffy suits off the hot Arabic David Beckham clone.

She might be good for nothing but spending money and wearing clothes, but Noelle will escape the sexy sheikh’s palace, no matter what. She has to—no way will her father pay his debt. The only help she’s going to get is from her childhood imaginary friend, a pirate princess who is ready to make the stupid, sexy sheikh walk the plank.

A fabulous jewel…

Noelle’s one chance to pay her own ransom and escape the sheikh’s control is to find the legendary jewel, the Palm of Askar, lost for decades.

If she finds the diamond, Walid will have to let her go, but his drugging kisses threaten to turn her into a willing captive…

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“Do not do anything else so insane, Noelle,” he warned. “Wait for your father to pay—”

She dared interrupt him. “My ransom?”

“His debt,” he corrected. “I assure you it shall not be long. Not as long as if you broke your leg and had to remain here for six weeks to recover. Or are accidentally shot as an intruder.”

Her pert lips drew into a flat line. It would be interesting to kiss that flat line. To kiss her to sweetness, or perhaps her tartness would do just as well. He shook away the unwelcome thought.

“‘Accidentally shot?’ Are you threatening me?”

With great effort, he remained calm. On the surface, anyway. “I am informing you of the risks you take. My staff believe you are my guest. They are not primed to shoot you.”

She snorted. “They probably think we’re having an affair.”

At this moment, he did not imagine an affair between them unlikely. He would certainly welcome that scenario. From the angry lines in her forehead, she did not have the same opinion.

“An excellent explanation for your presence here without your parents. I will have your things moved to the chamber that connects with my own.”

The words came out of his mouth as if he had no control over them. Yet he found the thought… pleasant. Pleasant, but strange. It was not his habit to jump into bed with women he did not care about. Physical pleasure without emotional content seemed… useless to him.

But if he moved her next to him, under his personal eye, she would temper her behavior. He had no doubt in his mind that she would. On the whole, the pretense of an affair was an ideal solution, allowing him to keep the true reason she remained in his palace secret.

If the lie became the truth… Well, he would not object.

“I don’t suppose I can talk you out of that,” she said. And then she continued muttering, words he barely heard.

“What exactly is a ‘scurvy swab’?” he asked. His tutors had not taught him such insults.

“It means ‘handsome gentleman.'”

He did not trust the sweet smile accompanying her answer. “If you insist on attempting to escape when you are to be released in a few days, then I am required to keep a close eye on you,” he informed her.

She gave a lengthy, full-body sigh. Some of her will to fight her captivity appeared to escape with the drawn-out breath. “I’m beginning to see your point. I guess I don’t want to get shot or spend six weeks here. You’re right. Daddy won’t leave me here long.”

Odd. She had never called her father ‘Daddy’ before. Not even when the man had been here with her. At least she began to accept his logic.

“I simply ask you to act in a reasonable way, Miss Oldrich. Treat this place as you would your home.”

She seemed deflated, accepting. Almost tired. “You can call me ‘Noelle,’ Walid.” She shrugged, and then folded her arms around her chest, holding herself tight. “Maybe I overreacted. Being kidnapped does that to a girl. I’ll try to be as patient as I can.”

There. She had come around. Excellent. She would cause no more trouble. Nor do anything interesting, like fire off sharp retorts to his demands, or jump off balconies.

He had won. So why this vague feeling of dissatisfaction?

“My palace is at your disposal. Make use of it. I will give instructions that you are my honored guest, to be obeyed in all things. You do not have to endure the humiliation of being a prisoner so long as you behave in a reasonable fashion, and you will soon leave this place to return to your home.”

“I get it.” She looked at the floor guiltily. “Sorry for making problems.”

Well then. Good. They had settled the matter. “I understood why you took the course of action you did. This incident shall remain in the past where it belongs. Let us forget it and move forward. Perhaps you will join me for dinner tomorrow night.”

“I’d like that,” she said.

After she had been escorted back to her rooms, he settled down to answer his email before retiring to his bedchamber. A sense of rightness filled him as he did so. All would be well. Her father would pay his debt and Askar would be saved.

And he would not be forced to face some of the more difficult decisions that would present themselves if he did not solve this issue within twenty-nine days.

Only later did he remember that he had meant to order her things moved into the room that adjoined his own. How had he forgotten that?

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Author Biography:

Hello, I’m Teresa Morgan. I believe in fun, in fantasy, and that the power of love can heal most wounds.

I’m pretty boring in real life. I’m Cool Auntie to two fabulous nieces who love waterslides, and my boyfriend is a Vibration Engineer, which will never stop being funny. I live in a cold, dark city and dream of the desert.

The most interesting thing about me is that I write romance novels. Inside my head, there are whole worlds waiting to get out. I write about sexy, but damaged, heroes who are willing to do anything to get what they want. And of course I have to pit them against belligerent heroines (okay, they might not be belligerent at the start of the story, but they are by the end!) who can stand their ground against anything–or anyone–who gets in their way.

I’m inspired by love triumphing over evil, little old couples who walk around holding hands, and Tom Hiddleston dancing.

My boyfriend introduced me to the love of Formula One racing and sexy cars, which is fantastic, and to jogging, which I will never forgive him for.

For me, romance novels are about getting away from harsh realities and diving into universal truths. That we are all more alike than we are different, and that at the core, we all want the same things. Happiness. Security. Love. To build things that last for generations.

Most of the time I’m at my local coffee shop writing about hot sheikhs and dancing with the cruel mistress caffeine. When I take a break, you can find me driving a MINI Cooper named Alice, watching Orphan Black, reading fantasy or romance novels on my Kindle, scuba diving, whipping up award-winning dulche de leche cookies, and planning my next trip (Prague? Singapore? Playa del Carmen?), but not all at the same time.

Social Media Links:
Website: http://teresamorganauthor.com

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