Friday, March 28, 2014

The Writer's View: Allyson Lindt


This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

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A Day with Allyson Lindt


To the outside world, my day is social media. Random happy snippets on Twitter and Facebook, and all sorts of wittiness (at least, in my head that’s how the rest of the world views my day, and that belief makes me happy.)

But I’m a pretty serious cubicle dweller, through and through. I work in an office, I’m surrounded by similar-minded geeks, and we sit about two rows over from human resources. Which, I’ll be honest, has probably gotten us in trouble on more than one occasion.

The day starts simple enough. I’m the first person in the office, at least in this part of the office, and I’m rarely without my coffee. (It’s how my coworkers know I’m in, even if I’m not at my desk. The coffee precedes me.)

I get a lot of work done when it’s quiet. And really, that’s the boring bit. I program databases, and the least technical way to put that is I make the software do things automatically that it would normally require a person to do manually.

But then the other people start rolling in. It’s time to touch base, make sure everyone is on track with the deadlines for the day, and pay homage to our team mascot, Loki (who sits on my desk. I’m the keeper of the God of Mischief, in case you ever wanted an in).

In the midst of these conversations, it’s almost guaranteed that one or more of the following will happen:

- Jokes will fly about how thinking logically will only get us in trouble.
- Obscure references will be tossed around, and imaginary cool points (which I have yet to figure out how to trade in for neat and valuable prizes) will be awarded to anyone who ‘gets it’ (I tend to. I’m that kind of geeky).
- Loki will be buried in the Kleenex box for getting arrogant and causing too much mischief while we were away.

The good days are when at least one of us is a little punch-drunk with exhaustion, and/or we get to repeat the process a couple of times during the day (on those rare occasions we have time).

And that’s what it’s like to follow me around the office for the day. Now I’m curious, what’s your favorite—or least favorite—part of your day?

About the Author:
Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

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Riley tends to fall hard and fast for the guys she dates, and it never ends with the wedding bells she expects. Tired of the heartbreak and unsure if she even knows what love is, she swears off unreliable things like dating and trying to find that elusive happily-ever-after spark. Focusing on her art seems like the perfect distraction, except she’s missing the physical side of being half a couple. Fortunately, her best friend, Zane, is happy to model for her drawings and tie her up in the bedroom with no expectations.

Zane’s granddad raised him with the belief that people who bring joy to the world should be protected at all costs. For Zane, his best friend Riley is one of those people, and he definitely doesn't mind when making her happy involves helping her pursue her creative dream and some sport sex with a hint of kink. They can have fun, and he can keep her from falling for the next idiot who comes along while she searches for her Prince Charming.

Regardless of her resolution, as things heat up between them, Riley finds herself falling again. She needs to decide if she’s in love with the idea of being in love, or if—despite Zane’s insistence that she deserves someone better—what she feels for him is the real thing. If she can’t learn to trust her heart and convince Zane he’s exactly what she needs, it will obliterate a lifelong friendship.

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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: Harvey by Krystal Shannan

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3_17 Cover_HarveyIt’s just a game…right?

Olivia Hampton never thought she’d run into the guy of her dreams at a Gaming Convention, but when Harvey MacLaughlin introduces himself a woman can’t help but notice. He’s six and a half feet of tall-dark-and-yummy. Plus, he's a gamer too. But, how do you tell the man of your dreams you decimate him at Soldier’s Call, the most popular FPS game of the year, almost every night?

Harvey MacLaughlin was interested in Olivia the second she stepped on the plane. When he sees her again in the convention hotel, introducing himself becomes priority number one. He may have started out just looking for company, but what he finds in the beautiful Olivia Hampton may be more than he ever dreamed.

Will a secret between them ruin their budding relationship? Or will Harvey take another path and turn the game on her?

Enjoy the excerpt:

“The wheels are turning, Liv. I can see them. What are you thinking?”

“I was trying to decide if I should invite you back to my hotel room.” Whoa! Where did that come from?

His eyebrows raised, registering his surprise, and his pupils dilated, indicating he was very aroused. She licked her lips and swore she heard a low growl come from his chest.

Oh my God. He’s so sexy.

“Here we are, guys,” their waitress appeared with two plates heaped with steaming food. “Waffles and strawberries for both and then an extra plate of eggs and bacon for you.” She set the protein-filled plate in front of Harvey. “Also, a glass of orange juice.”

Liv reached and took the glass from her hand. “Thank you.” She sipped the sweet juice and stole another glance at Harvey. He met her gaze with silence.

What was he thinking now? She’d put it out there. Did he think she was crazy? Who sleeps with someone they’ve just met? Oh, God. He must think I just jump in bed with anybody.

“I’m sorry. That was really forward of me. I don’t...I just...” Now sentences wouldn’t even form. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment. No doubt her face was redder than a tomato. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what? Gone out with a guy for dinner or slept with him?” His mouth didn’t curve into a smile, but his eyes twinkled with amusement. “I wouldn’t have a problem accepting your invitation if you chose to extend it.”

Liv took a bite of waffle, enjoying the crunch with the syrupy sweetness of the strawberry topping. She stared at her food and continued to eat in silence. His fork clinked against his plate too as he ate.

He wasn’t pushing or asking. He’d merely said he would accept if she offered. No pressure. But, what if she was terrible in bed again? What if there was something wrong with her?

Wouldn’t it be better to know right off the bat, instead of completely falling in love with a man and then finding out they didn’t want her because she sucked in bed? Her heart couldn’t take another bashing like Todd had dished out.

But, she didn’t want Harvey to think badly of her for being willing to fall straight into bed with him either.

She kept chewing and staring at her food. A few minutes later her plate was empty. She hadn’t said another word the whole time she’d been eating. Taking a deep breath, she looked up. His plate was clean too.

He was sitting casually in his chair, leaning back a little —watching her. He was gorgeous. She wanted to touch him. To feel him touch her. Damn it. I don’t know what to do.

“Can I walk you back to your room, Liv?”

“Yes.” The answer came before she thought about it.

He smiled and stood, extending his hand to help her up from her chair. She took his hand and fought the urge to shiver at his touch. He dropped some cash on the table and led her to the door. It was everything she could do not to plaster herself to his side on their way out of the restaurant.

The light breeze outside pushed the spicy scent of his cologne over to her. She took a deep breath and wanted to run her free hand across his chest. I’m going to maul him on the way across the street if I’m not careful.

About the Author:3_13 trevor authorpicParanormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!

She is an active member in her local RWA chapter DARA.

Krystal Shannan Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time. Contemporary Romance Indie Published

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Friday, March 21, 2014

Book Blast: Cold Day in Hell by Jerrie Alexander


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Ex-Army Ranger Tyrell Castillo's first mission for Lost and Found, Inc. goes awry when his contact is kidnapped, and he's left scrambling for weapons and explosives. He'll have to blow up a drug cartel's compound, rescue the woman, and keep her safe while they cross the sweltering hot Colombian jungle.

Driven by the need for revenge, Ana Maria Vega Cisneros doesn't want to be rescued. She wants revenge. She'll risk her life to ensure the drug lord who killed her family suffers the same fate.

The cartel leaves a trail of blood on their hunt for Ty and Ana. When Ty receives the order to kill the drug lord with extreme prejudice, he and Ana will face the enemy head on. Can Ty protect the woman who's hell bent on vengeance? The woman he's grown to love?

Enjoy this excerpt:

Ty retrieved his knife, dragged the heavy body away from the door, and quickly moved to the figure next to the metal headboard.

Ana Cisneros stood close to the window. Craning her neck to see outside, she was unaware he'd entered the room. With no time for introduction, he reached around and clamped his hand over her mouth.

As expected, he'd startled her. She fought, slinging her body back and forth like a wet dog. She kicked at him, so he whirled her around and jerked her body snug against his.

"Quit struggling. I'm here to help you," he whispered, trying to sound reassuring. No doubt, with the flames outside casting an eerie glow, he looked like an alien. A man wearing night-vision goggles, geared up with a pistol on his hip and another in a holster strapped to his thigh, and a rifle over his shoulder would scare most anybody. Not to mention the machete sheathed on his back and the SOG knife in his hand. "Do you understand?"

He took the slight movement of her head as a yes and relaxed the pressure off her lips. His reward? She bit his finger and pummeled his ribs with her free fist.

What the hell? The lamb had attacked the lion.

About the Author:
A student of creative writing in her youth, Jerrie set aside her passion when life presented her with a John Wayne husband, and two wonderful children. A career in logistics offered her the opportunity to travel to many beautiful locations in America, and she revisits them in her romantic suspense novels.

But the characters went with her, talked to her, and insisted she share their dark, sexy stories with others. She writes alpha males and kick-ass women who weave their way through death and fear to emerge stronger because of, and on occasion in spite of, their love for each other. She likes to torture people, make them suffer, and if they’re strong enough, they live happily ever after.

The author of THE GREEN-EYED DOLL, THE LAST EXECUTION, SOMONE TO WATCH OVER ME, and HELL OR HIGH WATER, book 1 in the Lost and Found, Inc. Jerrie lives in Texas, loves sunshine, children’s laughter, sugar (human and granulated), and researching for her heroes and heroines.

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Author Interview: June Pace, author of Benjamin McTish and the Door Through the Grandfather Tree


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How did you get started writing?

Believe it or not it was with this first book. I’ve always been good with words and daily writing when I worked as a personal assistant to a CEO, and many years ago a really famous psychic told me I was going to write a successful book when I got older...so maybe she planted the seed? I believe your second question here will answer more succinctly, so I’ll just head down to that one if you don’t mind.

What was the inspiration for your book?

So, a couple years ago I decided to try my hand at illustrations of the whimsey nature, not my forte, and ended up with a favorable outcome. After a week of pulling these out of my imagination and having four or five of them, I began giving them names, Benjamin McTish, Finely Heaton-the Star Hanger, Chantilly Lily and so on. And one day I was looking at all of them and realized, wow!, here’s my book! And I haven’t looked back since.

What’s the one genre you haven’t written in yet that you’d like to?

I’m enjoying two genres of late, dystopian and steampunk. Now I’ve added a pretty sizable element of the steampunk flavor into the second book in the McTish Series, so I’m getting excited about how that will be received, however, I could go further with it. I have to say, I read an AMAZING dystopian novel this past summer, Viral Nation, and between that and the Hunger Games, I’m thinking that could be a very interesting combo to pull off.

So, what are you working on right now? Got any releases planned, or still writing?

I literally just finished the second book this past weekend (end of Feb.), and I’m starting on the whole editing, cover, proofing process. I really hope to have it in print in my hot little hands in the next couple of weeks. Then I’ll begin book three. There will be at the very least four books in this series, and possibly as much as six.

What was the book that inspired you to become an author?

I didn’t have that kind of experience...however, what I did have is an unending thirst to read. I live among stacks and piles of books throughout my home. We’re changing over the big den to be a serious library someday. There’s nothing like a good book. Today it’s raining hard and grey and the wood stove is lit and I wish I could just curl up with one of the many books sitting on my TBR pile...however, there’s just too much work to be done today, this interview is an example of that.

Which of your characters are you most like and how/why?

Oh, that’s a good one, because my three main protagonists all have a piece of me, however, being forced to choose I suppose I would say Mathilda (Hmm, she’s my favorite character too...wonder what that means? Ha!).

As with everyone I have many sides and depths to my personality. Different times in life when certain circumstances afforded me the opportunity to show a particular face for various reasons. Some flourished more than others at different times, yet they all reside in my psyche. These children are close representatives of different times in my life.

Mathilda is a free spirit. She speaks her mind and thinks outside of the box. She sees things that most people miss and either saves that knowledge to use at another time, or she comments on it immediately, making certain others see it too. She likes all sides to have the same playing field, she always wants everyone to look “good”, not necessarily physically but in their endeavors. She roots for everyone to win. She loves music and dancing, she’s the eternal entertainer, and she’s not afraid to show it. She has a terrific laugh. She dresses kooky and doesn’t care what others think, usually. Sometimes when a person loves as hard as she does, they bruise easily as well, so her little feelings are a tricky thing. And she loves toast with gobs of melted salty butter and strawberry cupcakes are her weakness...I’d would say that pretty much sums me up.

Any writing quirks?

No quirks per se...lately though I’ve taken to lighting a candle and I sit on the daybed with a throw over my lap and my cat curled up either at or on my feet, and sometimes the dog is in front of the fire. There’s a big window next to the bed and the greenery spills in, and I take a moment to gather myself, do a couple deep breaths, maybe even a tiny meditation, then boom, time to write.

What advice would you give to your teenage self if you could go back in time?

Oh, geez, I don’t think we have the time for that one! I’d probably tell her to get over the idea of fear. Fear gets in the way of so many things that either don’t matter, or never happen, or changes your direction towards something ‘less than’ and then you live with regret. Fear and regret...two very un-evolved ideas. Now, unless you can walk up to your fears and address them and make grand opportunities out of them, like singing in front of people, okay, then go for it...however, it’s best to just get past the what if’s and the self imposed doubts about your worth. I’d tell her, you are worth every single ounce of love you receive...and even if you don’t receive a lot of love, you’re still worth it as long as your love comes from you first, the others will follow..or not...it really doesn’t matter in the big picture. None of this matters so you may as well have fun and enjoy the people in your life and just be happy.

Favorite book that was turned into a movie?

Wow! I don’t know that I have an answer for that one because most movies are simply not as good as the book. I mean I could give you a list of movies that didn’t do it for me. Or remake movies of foreign films are almost always never as good as the original, but that’s not what we’re talking about here. I’ve never read all the Harry Potter books or the Hunger Games..although I received the latter for Xmas and am looking forward to reading them this summer, but I‘m told both of these stayed really true to the books, so I guess I’m going to cheat here and say that’s my answer, because I love both of these movie series.

When did you know that you were a writer?

I think that happened sometime in the distant past when my choice in the words I use to speak or write to people was something I actually thought of consciously...to make things sound...more. You know, attempting to use language in a more poetic or evolved way, not simply succumbing to the speak of the day. Now having said this I must tell you that I was considered the original “Valley Girl” to my friends eons ago! “Like, totally”, was an imbedded speech with me once upon a time. I worked at it to remove that a long time ago...like and you know, still slip in there from time to time, however, when I write, it pulls from an entirely different catalog in my brain. I love the language of YA fantasy, it kinda flows from me. As long as I can remember, people commented on my use of words and writing.

What advice would you give to other writers?

Just make sure you love what you do. If this doesn’t fill something in you, if you don’t feel a passion and joy from doing this you’re probably not going to survive what it takes. This business is brutal and it takes a serious effort to gain any kind of momentum, and even if you happen to be in the right place at the right time, you can get eaten up alive from the insanity that will whirl around you. If writing is what you love, you will always find the time to do it.

Is there anything you would like readers to take away from your book?

The main theme running through this story is to find the courage to see who you truly are, and once you have this figured out, then you need to live that Truth to the fullest, no matter what anyone else thinks. You must be aware that all your actions have repercussions and many of those can affect others, you need to own up to accountability. You need to walk your talk. And in the end...the love you take is equal to the love you make.

About the Author:
June lives with her husband and best friend Ray, her step-son and their two dogs, five chickens and two ducks, in Santa Cruz Ca. Her two older step-kids live respectively in LA and San Francisco.

June spends her days writing and sometimes painting her well known series of Rock n Roll icons. June and Ray own Madrona Rust, a line of unique, hand-made rustic furniture.

This series of work, the McTish characters, are a part of June in every sense of the word. “This work brings a deep sense of joy and passion for me in a very profound way, like nothing else that I do."

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The McTish Series is an explosive adventure through a dimensional Gateway into another world, a world of beauty and magic, Coranim...a land of insight, thought and possibilities, that sits beneath the enchanted Gilley Forest.

There is local legend in the small town of Grandlochcheshire that has been passed down for a 100 years about the mysterious disappearance of the Chickering family, that trails on the coat tails of the equally shocking abduction of the Skeffington Union Rails heirs. The circumstances that follow this notorious tale enter into the modern world of Benjamin and his two best mates.

One day Benjamin watches as a mysterious little woman steps out of a taxi and in one synchronistic moment their eyes lock and a series of visual snippets of unfamiliar events unfold in his mind’s vision. His razor sharp sixth sense allows him the freedom to explore the extrasensory messages coming at him like a derailed freight train. And when Benjamin finds a peculiar relic of a key in his grandmother’s garden shed, he could never know his world was about to change forever.

Annabel and Mathilda, two sisters who have come from America, have become more than mere friends to Benjamin, they have all become the three Muskydeers (Mathilda’s mispronounced version of Musketeers, which was a huge laugh and of course it stuck), as they are plunged head first into this curious journey.

In the Gilley Forest they discover that the path they have chosen is inundated with many obstacles as well as intrigue. Alliances are made with the Forest clan of Gnomes and with the aid of the Vila sisters, Sethina and Morel, as well as some surprising and unexpected allegiances, the three friends take on the test that is the Grandfather Tree. They must stay on the pre ordained Path of Prophecy, whose ancestry comes from the home of the oldest living beings on the planet, the Elves of the Darmon. However, this is no easy task for the Muskydeers as they have the foulest of sorcery hunting their every move, the powerful dark beauty, Tar Vigorn.

This ruthless Queen is not without humor however and loves a good game of cat and mouse, as long as she’s the cat. With her biting sense of sarcasm and calculated taunting, she knows just how to unnerve Benjamin. Her phantom army, the Blunt, are searching for a way into the Grand Tree and will stop at nothing to infiltrate the pristine world beneath his giant roots.

Once in Coranim the children make the acquaintance of the greatest Medicine Elder alive, Esmerelda Fet. A most powerful Light Sorceress with a brazen in your face attitude, who guides the trio on their Path of destiny. However, a Path can change in the blink of an eye...what could alter the overpowering trajectory Benjamin has followed to Coranim? How will it change his life?

Find out as our three heroes delve into the mystic, as well as their own inner character, as you watch from the edge of your seat.

Book Two, Benjamin Mctish and the Wizards of Coranim, coming beginning of 2014

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Book Blast: Caedan by Krystal Shannan


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Caiden MacLaughlin has lost love once in his life already. He is leery of putting himself out there again, but when he sees the beautiful Lina Mathews his heart does a double take. She seems like a breath of fresh air, but secrets and trouble are following this girl like a bad habit. Will he take a chance and listen to his heart? Or will he cut himself off from another chance at love?

Lina Mathews is running scared. She left her home to avoid a man who’s determined to make her life a living hell. When she meets Caiden MacLaughlin, everything changes. Will he be her knight in shining armor, or will her troubles drive him away like everyone else? Can she find safety in his arms before it’s too late?

Enjoy an excerpt

His arms encircled her waist and lifted her from the ground. They were moving, but his mouth on her neck distracted her. She didn’t care where they were going as long as he was coming with her.

A door clicking shut made her eyes open. She peered around the semi-dark room. A small lamp from the bathroom en suite threw off just enough light to see the giant king-sized bed in the center of the room.

She shuddered in pleasure. His mouth moved to the center of her neck as he let her feet touch the floor again. She clung to his arms. He ran his tongue along the hollow of her neck and she moaned.

The clothes had to go.

He must’ve had the same idea because his hands were on her waist pulling at the hem of her shirt. She raised her arms and he yanked it over her head, tossing it away. His hands were immediately on her bra and with a quick snap he’d freed her breasts from their lacy prison. He latched onto one of her breasts, sucking the nipple to a hardened peak. She gasped, stiffening in his arms. If he wasn’t careful, she’d come right now before they even made it to the bed. Before she’d gotten one stitch of clothing off of him.

Tremors ricocheted through her body and her panties were soaked. She fumbled with his pants, but couldn’t get her hazy brain to focus enough to get the button undone. His mouth moved to the other breast and her knees nearly buckled under her. He slid his hands onto to her ass and squeezed before unhooking her jeans and pulling them down. His tongue trailed down her stomach and stopped just above the waistband of her black lace panties.

“You smell sweet, sugar. I can’t wait for a taste.”

About the Author:
Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!

She is an active member in her local RWA chapter DARA.


Krystal Shannan
Putting Magick in Romance one Soul Mate at a Time.
Contemporary Romance
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Book Blast: Patriot Priest by Patricia Daly-Lipe


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Patriot Priest tells one man's personal experience over several epochs and areas of history. It is also, in part the story of one unique individual, author Patricia Daly-Lipe's great uncle, Msgr. William A Hemmick. Born in Pittsburgh, PA, and raised in Europe, he became fluent in five languages. When the First World War broke out, he felt committed to help the troops. After the war, he was proclaimed the Patriot Priest of Picardy by the Army and Navy. After years spent in Paris, William Hemmick was asked by the Vatican to come to Rome. Ultimately he became the only American Canon of St. Peter's representing the Knights of Malta to the Holy See.

It was he who performed the nuptials of American film star Tyrone Power and Linda Christian. He also converted the future Queen Astrid of Belgium.


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In 1944, when the bombers of the 8th Air Force were attacking synthetic fuel plants, another German wrote, as a boy, that despite the raids by American bombers, We Germans never feared the Americans. When the Americans arrived, "the soldiers were friendly and approachable. Their generosity toward children was constant." But all too soon, the Americans pulled out. It was now the Russian troops taking over occupation of East Germany. "We feared the Russians," he wrote. And, although the officers were European, in the beginning, the troops were Asian. Soon, however, the Asians left and just the Europeans remained. "The Russian soldiers (and the Asians when they were there) … were especially dangerous if they had been drinking. Since they were nearly always armed, alcohol made all of the Russians very dangerous.

This was what the children in Germany were subjected to after the war ended: irrational and often brutal behavior. Daily, the children lived under agonizing situations including hunger, cold, and fright. Yet they had resilience. Reading their stories in Wolfgang W. E. Samuel's book, The War of Our Childhood, Memories of World War II, it is awe-inspiring how that generation of German children was able to emerge from such debilitating conditions and become sane and productive human beings as adults.

Twenty-five years after the end of World War II, Adam B. Ulam wrote: "A study of the history of the past twenty-five years …can suggest which of our hopes and fears are realistic and which are not …" (Ulam's preface to The Rivals, America & Russia Since World War II) Although today (2013) the Cold War (the theme of his book) is over, the fear of a global conflict still exists. My point is that the past, and our understanding of it, enhances our ability to understand the present. Today's events take on a new interpretation in light of what came before This is what is known as historical process. This is not a search for answers; it is a search for perspective and questions. Your perspective is formed according to your source of reference: the scholar, the statesman, the politician, the military, the businessman, or, in this case, the life and time of William A. Hemmick [or my interpretation resulting from extensive research.]

In 1953, in predominance was the Soviet-U.S conflict. Some said it was not an isolated moment in history, but a natural evolution of a struggle that began in the past as we saw with Germany. Nations seeking power fall in competition for prestige and security, sea lanes and natural resources, markets and even empires. And so, some asserted in the fifties, it was precisely in this context that the Soviet Union justified its position. George F. Kennan, Secretary of the American Embassy in Moscow in the middle thirties, wrote in an article for Foreign Affairs (The Source of Soviet Conduct, 1947).

About the Author:
Dr. Patricia Daly-Lipe, is an Author and Artist. She has written six books, all different genres. She is winner of the San Diego Book Awards, Best Books Finalist, the JADA Novel Contest, USABookNews.com Finalist, 2009 2nd place in poetry by the Virginia Writers Club, Inc, and 2013 winner in historical fiction at the Annual Royal Dragonfly Book Awards for 'A CRUEL CALM, Paris Between the Wars and 2013 winner for her short story by the Virfginia Writers Assn.

Although born in La Jolla, California, Patricia spent equal time in Washington, D.C., home of several generations of her mother’s family.

She has taught at colleges and writing centers, written for magazines and newspapers (including the Evening Star in Washington, DC, La Jolla Village News, The Georgetowner andUptowner), and her paintings have been accepted and sold in Juried shows, art galleries, and private homes. Two of her books feature her paintings on their covers. Patricia served as President of both the La Jolla and DC Branches of the National League of American Pen Women. Patricia now lives in Virginia with her husband, Dr. Steele Lipe, three dogs, three horses, and two cats. For years, Patricia raised, raced, and showed Thoroughbred horses. Now she rescues them. She is the mother of three and grandmother of six children.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Writer's View: M. Garzon


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The Writer's View


First off, thanks for the incentive to clean off my desk! The view outside is of sylvan St-Lazare, Quebec, a town in a fairly rural area. I’m so lucky to be living in this wonderful place. When I was finishing my first book, Blaze of Glory, I was living in a small two-bedroom apartment with my two children. The space was cramped, boiling hot in summer (so hot our downstairs neighbor died that year), and it didn’t have any safe play areas for the kids. Now that we live in this lovely neighborhood I find myself having frequent conversations with my kids about how fortunate we are, and why it’s important to remember that most of the world’s population can only dream about a comfortable house with a bedroom for each child, a yard, and a car. I don’t know how much of it is sinking in, though, because this is the only life they really remember. At the very least, I hope they’re absorbing the importance of feeling gratitude.

You know that expression, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”? I thought about it a lot while writing this post. I used to think that it meant people had different tastes, and that one person’s art was another person’s ugly graffiti. And that may still be true, but to me, that expression now means that what you feel on the inside determines how you see things on the outside. I’ve been to some stunning places in the world – the volcanoes of Guatemala, ocean reefs off the coast of Honduras, the Rocky mountains in my own country – but I frequently couldn’t revel in their beauty because of the ugly mess inside myself. When I was writing Blaze, my life seemed a mess from the outside. I was alone with two kids and living in poverty, and yet what I ‘saw’ were the scenes of my book flashing vividly across the screen of my mind. I was filled with excitement, and everything around me – the drab white walls, the apartments buildings across the street, my own sweet children – they all bloomed with the beauty of my inner joy. Now that I’m blessed with this bucolic view, I can truly enjoy it thanks to the peace I’ve found within. And let me tell you, it was long time coming!

This is Jace. We adopted him 6 months ago from a rescue in Texas; since I’m in Quebec, Canada, he traveled a long way. Don’t let the innocent look fool you – he requires frequent bribes (as pictured) to let me work. He’s like a toddler: he whines, he’s naughty, and he paws me for attention all day, but he’s become as much a fixture of my workplace as the desk. Although much cuddlier.

The first book in the popular trilogy, soon to be a major new television series!

Some fires can consume you.

Last year, I had it all. Two jumpers on the show circuit, a lot of wins, and a lot of attention - the good kind. But now I have nothing. My life is circling the drain. The only spark of light that exists for me is my new, forbidden passion. If my stepfather finds out, he will kill me. My twin brother, my only blood relative in the world, has already begged me not to. But I can't help myself. If it can't be horses, it has to be this...

About the Author:

M. Garzon rode horses professionally for ten years, until an injury prompted a career change. She returned to school and completed a BSc; then for good measure, an MBA. After several years of toiling as a business consultant, she turned to writing in a desperate bid to regain her sanity. A mom of two fabulous children, she lives in St Lazare, QC and considers herself extremely lucky to be a writer.

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Monday, March 17, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: The Maid of Milan by Beverley Eikli



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After three years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with the handsome, honourable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.

Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms she was torn by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of Milan.

High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his ‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political career.

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It was not the name by which she knew him. Since inheriting the title, he’d won celebrity as a poet and become the darling of the gossip columnists. Adelaide’s mother couldn’t keep those snippets of the real world from her, though she tried.

James. Fifth Viscount Dewhurst. Adelaide closed her eyes against the afternoon sun and tried to block her last memory of him: desperate, pleading. Not the James she knew – the irrepressible charmer who knew no woman could resist him, least of all Adelaide.

Tristan must have misinterpreted her shocked silence for memory failure, for he squeezed her hand and repeated, ‘Lord Dewhurst. I’m talking about my old friend, James.’ Very gently he added, ‘He and his wife were very good to you, if you remember.’

If you remember…

Her husband’s reference to her previous life was almost more painful than the reference to James, though panic quickly succeeded shock at his next remark.

‘James is coming to visit us? Here?’ She gripped Tristan’s arm tighter and concentrated on the path. One foot in front of the other, head down so she didn’t stumble on the stones that bordered the hydrangeas from the neat gravel walkway.

Tristan continued to talk in the measured, comforting tone he used when her equilibrium was unsettled. In the past he’d sought her reassurances that she was comfortable with his plans; that there was nothing he’d neglected to facilitate her comfort. Always Tristan put Adelaide’s feelings first. Not today.

Tristan was too excited at the prospect of seeing his boyhood friend to recognise her horror, assuming Adelaide would be delighted to play hostess since she’d foolishly voiced the desire just last week to entertain more often.

She remained silent as she walked at his side, contemplating her own strategy if this visit was a fait accompli. She just needed to know when, so she could prepare.

‘At the end of the week!’ She repeated Tristan’s calmly delivered answer to her question in the tone Black Jack, the South American parrot she’d owned in Vienna, used to mimic the death throes of a man at the end of the gallows. A good thing her husband considered Adelaide an invalid, that he’d misconstrue the flare in her eyes, the gasp as she pressed against the pain in her side – her heart?

‘Adelaide, you are discomposed. Perhaps I should not have invited James without consulting you, but I thought since…’ Concern clouded his kind blue eyes as he trailed off.

‘He was very good to me.’ She whispered the old litany. It’s what Tristan liked to believe.

‘He was. Shall we go back to the house?’ He stooped to cup her face in his hands, as tender with her as if she were another of his rare hothouse blooms. As if she might wilt at the suggestion of anything beyond the ordinary, the mindnumbingly mundane.

And yet today she more than wilted as she stumbled on the smooth, carefully raked gravel path. Her heart was in danger of tearing in half. James. Here, at Deer Park …?

She pushed away the fear, straightening of her own accord. Adelaide could be a good deal stronger than Tristan believed her. Than her mother painted her.

‘So silly of me,’ she murmured, smiling as she tucked her hand once more into the crook of her husband’s arm, firming her step, indicating with a nod that they continue their usual morning walk. Minutely managed and predictable. Around the path that bordered the maze, over the little bridge and across the lawn, skirting the deer park beyond the iron gated border to the dower house where her mother would be waiting. Keeping up the pretence of recovery in response to his troubled gaze, she added, ‘Really, I’m perfectly fine.’ How many times had she made similar reassurances?

Of course, she hadn’t been fine when Tristan had made her mistress of Deer Park three years before; a marriage offer she’d only accepted because she believed she’d be dead of grief within the twelvemonth. And if not dead, then at least free of her mother. Neither had happened.

‘So James has left Milan.’ She forced herself to say his name. It came out as a faint thread of sound. James. He needed to stay far across sea and land if she were to have any peace in this life.

‘James’s father died three months ago so of course he must return from the Continent and take up his responsibilities at Dingley Hall.’ Tristan stopped and put his hands on her shoulders to study her more closely. ‘Darling, you’re very pale. Perhaps we should call Dr Stanhope—’

‘No!’ She truncated the hysteria in her response, adding with commendable calm, ‘Please, let us carry on.’

Tristan was clearly not convinced by her assurances, but he returned to his commentary as they walked sedately through Deer Park’s beautiful gardens. ‘James’s standing has changed with his father’s death, and now that his book has become a sensation so have his fortunes. He’ll be able to put to rights all that his father almost destroyed through his love of gaming.’ He gave a half laugh. ‘I’m told my old friend is nearly as famous as those fellows up in the Lakes. I daresay I should read The Maid of Milan before he arrives. Perhaps you’d enjoy it, Addy.’

The Maid of Milan. Dear God! An image of herself and James, naked limbs entwined upon a vast expanse of white linen tablecloth in the Villa Cosi after the guests had gone, seared her brain.

No, she was getting beyond herself. James had continued living in Milan with Hortense, the wife he despised. Of course there’d have been other women after Adelaide had been dragged, screaming, from James’s arms. Adelaide could not be James’s Maid of Milan. Not after the terrible finale to their affair. In three years Adelaide had heard nothing from him. Nothing, except that one terrible, terrible letter …

About the Author:
Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances. In 2012 she won UK Women's Fiction publisher Choc-Lit's Search for An Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.

In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA award for her Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.

Eikli wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a journalist.

After throwing in her job on South Australia's metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.

Twenty years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap, Eikli is back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further Education.

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Book Blast: Apocalypticon by Clayton Smith

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Three years have passed since the Jamaicans caused the apocalypse, and things in post-Armageddon Chicago have settled into a new kind of normal. Unfortunately, that "normal" includes collapsing skyscrapers, bands of bloodthirsty maniacs, and a dwindling cache of survival supplies. After watching his family, friends, and most of the non-sadistic elements of society crumble around him, Patrick decides it's time to cross one last item off his bucket list.

He’s going to Disney World.

This hilarious, heartfelt, gut-wrenching odyssey through post-apocalyptic America is a pilgrimage peppered with peril, as fellow survivors Patrick and Ben encounter a slew of odd characters, from zombie politicians and deranged survivalists to a milky-eyed oracle who doesn't have a lot of good news. Plus, it looks like Patrick may be hiding the real reason for their mission to the Magic Kingdom...

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Ben ripped off a fresh, cleanish strip of blanket and wrapped it around the hand. Patrick whimpered as he pulled it tight and tied it off. “Next time the world ends, let’s make sure we’re stocked up on peroxide and bandages,” Ben said.

Patrick glowered at the first aid kit, which lay open on the hood. Its contents included, and were extremely limited to, six Band-Aids, four cotton swabs, a bottle of Tylenol, some nail polish remover, a packet of Midol, a travel box of Clorox Handi Wipes, and a roll of Tums. “Who packed that thing?” Ben asked. “Pee Wee Herman?”

“The really scary part is, that’s the kit we had in a house with a five-year-old. Criminy. We’re lucky 20 fold-up accordion snakes didn’t pop out when we opened the lid.” He picked up the Tylenol with his good hand and struggled with the lid for a while before turning it over to Ben. “Help. It’s childproof.”

He couldn’t tell if he really had a fever, or it if was a phantom sickness, but he wasn’t taking any chances. The most benign injury could turn fatal without basic medical supplies. And a half-inch hole through the hand was not a benign injury. If the alcohol didn’t kill the infection, he’d lose his hand. That’s a surgery he didn’t want to think about undergoing with full sedation, much less in the backwoods of Mississippi while buzzed on a bottle of Canadian Mist with Ben as his surgeon. He checked the bandage and made sure it was tight. The wound seemed to have stopped bleeding, at least, though he seemed to have lost feeling in his three middle fingers. He didn't take that for a good sign. “We need real medical supplies,” he said. “Because I am not letting you cut off my hand.”

“What’s the point of even having a machete if we’re not gonna use it?” Ben complained.

About the Author:
Clayton Smith is a sometimes-writer, sometimes-napper based in Chicago, where he uses neither his bachelor’s in journalism nor his master’s in arts management. He is often calamitous, and good at bacon. He lives with his impressively tolerant wife.

Clayton’s previous works include Pants on Fire: A Collection of Lies and the comedic play Death and McCootie, which debuted at the 2013 New York International Fringe Festival.

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Friday, March 14, 2014

Book Tour: Seventeen by Mark Diehl


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What is my genre, really?


I believe I’m the first fiction writer to produce a truly Post-Objectivist work, but because I’m the first, there’s no subject heading for that.

I guess a lot of people would call it dystopian sci-fi, which works because it shares those characteristics with Orwell’s “1984,” but Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” had many of the same elements and it isn’t called either. I looked up some of the books I feel have similar characteristics. They’re called adventure stories, sci-fi, psychological fiction, didactic fiction, political fiction, dystopias, and more. The subject headings run through most of the fiction world, from individualism and egoism, to objectivity, to totalitarianism. For “Seventeen” in particular, there are also issues like genetic engineering and corporatism that would apply.

As such, I think the “secret” of my “genre” is this: just write the story that fits the world you’re describing, and let the librarians worry about classifying it. If I’d tried to make the book fit neatly into a category, I would’ve limited my ability to tell the story as I felt it needed to be told.

Most of the world's seventeen billion people are unconscious, perpetually serving their employers as part of massive brain trusts. The ecosystem has collapsed, and corporations control all of the world's resources and governments. A bedraggled alcoholic known as the Prophet predicts nineteen year-old waitress Eadie will lead a revolution, but how can she prevail when hunted by a giant corporation and the Federal Angels it directs?

About the Author:
Mark D. Diehl writes novels about power dynamics and the way people and organizations influence each other. He believes that obedience and conformity are becoming humanity’s most important survival skills, and that we are thus evolving into a corporate species.

Diehl has: been homeless in Japan, practiced law with a major multinational firm in Chicago, studied in Singapore, fled South Korea as a fugitive, and been stranded in Hong Kong.

After spending most of his youth running around with hoods and thugs, he eventually earned his doctorate in law at the University of Iowa and did graduate work in creative writing at the University of Chicago. He currently lives and writes in Cape Elizabeth, Maine.

Author’s Website: http://www.markddiehl.com
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The Writer's View: Tina Leonard


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At the moment, the view from my writing window is been snowy, but yet still very green in spots! We’ve lived in this house for five years and I always feel very refreshed by the plants and trees. The backyard is one of the reasons we bought the house. Four floor-to-ceiling window doors let in lots of light, and I write looking out on all this wonderful beauty. In the summer, it’s green, green and oh so pretty. Sometimes my son brings home friends from college and they sit around the fire ring and visit. Very often my Golden retriever Ranger rolls in the grass or munches a bone, even in the snow! I plant organic vegetables to the side of this photo—you can just see the beginning of the white picket fence. We also plant cyclamen and begonias, depending on the season. Taped to one of the long four windows I have a handwritten piece of paper taped that reads, “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit."-Aristotle This is where I dream dreams and stories, plot happy endings, envision heroines who overcome and heroes who conquer. As you can see, this view is my inspiration!

Perfection takes time, but desire waits for no man. Or woman…

Pecan Creek, Book 1

With more than one skeleton rattling in her closet, Sugar Cassavechia hopes “The Most Honest Town in Texas” will be the perfect place to start an online business. As soon as her mother remembers the family recipe that’ll get hotterthanhellnuts.com off the ground.

In the meantime, no way is Sugar letting their new landlord get away with renting them a run-down house that’s decorated like a rich widow’s orgasm. Even if he’s the biggest hunk of hot she’s ever laid eyes on.

Jake Bentley would love to do nothing but sit back and be amused as the Cassavechia women unwittingly stir up trouble in his uptight town. But something about them thaws out his frozen rescue complex. Especially Sugar’s long, chestnut hair and sassy mouth.

Right about the time Sugar figures one steamy night in Jake’s bed won’t hurt, another skeleton joins the party in the form of a dead body in the “Belle Watling” room. And Sugar must decide if her family’s reputation—and her own heart—are safe with Jake.

Product Warnings

No sex in this book. Nope. None. Nada. Honest. Now, if you believe that, the author has an iceberg in Texas to sell you. Better hurry before there’s none left to cool the fevered dreams generated by this book.

About the Author: USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Tina Leonard has sold over 2.6 million copies of her titles. She has made the USA Today Bestseller, Waldenbooks, Bookscan, and Ingrambook lists, and has written and contracted seventy-one books and special projects. Her work has been published by Harlequin, Samhain Publishing, Robinson Scarlet, and most recently Random House Loveswept contracted for a single title trilogy project, Hell’s Outlaws. Leonard was chosen to be among the first authors published for Robinson’s Scarlet line, writing four single title novels for that imprint. Not long after, she sold on proposal to Harlequin American, where she has since written several popular series, most notably the Cowboys By The Dozen, Morgan Men, and Callahan Cowboys series. Her newest single title project, HOTTER THAN TEXAS, was published in March 2013. Leonard is known for her fun sense of humor, endearing communities, snappy dialogue, and memorable characters.

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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: The Legend of Eve by Toni Edge

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3_5 Cover_Legend of EveSeventeen-year-old high school transfer student Eve Carson is the genetic cure-all for droolworthy Teluosian alien King, Adam Plain.

As Adam tries to convince Eve he wants her and not just her DNA, Eve discovers a hidden world of interstellar traders, human "genetic cows," and teen abductions by a government that will do anything to control the Teluosians on Earth.

When Eve's mom is kidnapped, loyalties are tested. Is Eve Adam's true love or his next "genetic cow?"

Read this excerpt:

Lily dropped into her seat and slammed the sweets on the table. "Eve and I are friends, Adam. You said she was safe." She plucked an ice cube out of her tea and tossed it at him. "I think knowing more people is good for me. Being with Eve has helped me understand how I can use my talents to help others."

"Lily has always been able to read people. So, is this what you do, Angel, help others in your spare time?" he asked.

"I'm sorry—are you talking to me, oh mighty one?" My teeth clenched. He sat there as if he could wait all day long. I could hear Lily's breathing like a giant bellows. "Yes, I like to help others if I can." I gave him a pointed look and continued. "Some people can't be helped no matter what."

He smiled a devilish smile that had my body preparing for the verbal blow. "Oh, Angel, you can help me anytime you want. Just let me know when and where."

"I think I'm going to gag," Lily said as she swallowed the watery remains of the ice cubes of her long gone drink.

He couldn't know! Could he? That smile said he not only knew how hot I thought he was, he was more than willing to participate in filling in the fuzzy parts of my ridiculous, unfounded romantic daydreams.

About the Author: 3_5 AuthorPicToni Edge is a former juvenile delinquent and honorary member of the truancy club. Now, she likes to teach teens who remind her of herself. She also likes to read everything, a habit she picked up during her truancy days. For all the rest of her free time she likes to write young adult paranormal/science fiction stories that would have made her teen years so much clearer, if the stories had been true.

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Book Blast: Trevor by Krystal Shannan

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3_13 trevor PRizePhotoGoddess Fish Promotions. Krystal will be awarding a bookmark pendant depicting the cover of Trevor to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.



3_13 trevor Cover_TrevorTrevor MacLaughlin has been in love with his sister's best friend for years. But, he let her move away to college without ever telling her how he felt and hasn't seen her since.

Now, years later, a second chance with the woman of his dreams practically falls into his lap.

Will he take a leap of faith and tell her how he feels? How he's always felt? Or will the woman he knows is meant to be his slip through his fingers a second time?

Enjoy an excerpt:

Trevor opened the hotel room door at 9:05pm. The meeting with the client had taken longer than he expected. The flooding had taken down a wall, collapsed a roof, and ruined several large machines. The owner was paying upfront for a quick salvage, but it would be tomorrow morning before he could have a crew mobilized and here.

As late as it was, he’d managed to find a little place still open and got them both a home-style burger and fries. Hopefully she would forgive him for being so late.

The site that greeted him was adorable and frightening at the same time. Her luggage was open on the floor and appeared to have been dug through, as if whatever she’d wanted was at the very bottom. A pair of pink satin and lace panties lay draped over the edge and a matching pink and black bra lay just inside the suitcase on top of a pile of shoes. The thought of seeing her in those made blood rush to his dick. Papers and books were scattered across the bed along with a tablet computer wrapped in a bright yellow cover.

He set the bag of food down on the dresser next to the tv and picked up one of the books off the bed – Ancient Gods and Goddesses. He flipped through a few pages. Next to it he picked up an inside out black, over-sized sweatshirt. He turned it the right way and chuckled. On the front it read –Men say a women’s place is in the kitchen. Just remember, that’s where all the knives are. This girl was something else.

The door of the bathroom clicked open. Lorelei walked out half wrapped in a towel, wet hair glistening, looking like one of the goddesses from her book. I’ve truly died and gone to heaven.

“Holy mother of popcorn balls! Trevor!” She screeched and ducked back into the bathroom, but not before giving him a nice peek at her bare ass. “You could at least make a little noise when you come in,” she spat out through the barely cracked door.

“Where would be the fun in that?”

He heard a faint curse, but couldn’t decipher what she’d said.

“Can you please leave so I can get dressed?”

He had no intention of leaving the room. “I can bring you clothes. What do you want?”

“I…fine. The yoga pants and the sweatshirt on the foot of the bed.”

He picked up the requested items and glanced down at the lacy bra and underwear. She hadn’t asked for them. A few steps brought him to the bathroom door. She opened it far enough to stick her arm through, snatching the clothes from his hand and shutting the door in his face.

“Anything else?” Underwear, perhaps?

“No.” Her voice was irritated, but husky. The raspy quality made his mind go places it shouldn’t.

3_13 trevor authorpicAbout the Author:Paranormal Romance author, Krystal Shannan, lives in Texas and is married to the love-of-her-life. They have a spunky young daughter who believes in fairies. Krystal professes to loving shoes, but avoids wearing them at all costs. She teaches in the public schools and writes as much as she can in her free time. If any more spare time can be squeezed from her day, she enjoys reading romance in all genres, but especially paranormal. If it has a 'Happily Ever After', she's on board!

She is an active member in her local RWA chapter DARA.

Krystal Shannan
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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

The Writer's View: Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar


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Same Story: Different View


I’m a working mother of two children under 4 years old. While the Virgo side of me loves to have a plan for everything, the day can go in any one of several hundred directions depending on students, children, or my husband.

The one constant is that I’m always writing. Whether academic or fiction, you’ll find me at my keyboard with sick children or eating lunch of homemade soup.

Sick child at work

Lunch at my desk


Breaktime
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You could call me a multi-tasker but I prefer to think of myself as a maximizer: I get the most of out of any moment.

People love to ask “how” I get it all done. There are two principles I use to guide any week, whether on vacation or at work.

1) Never procrastinate. Yes, you read that right. Who else do your dreams have to depend on if not you? Watch less T.V. Remember, every time you think, but it’s so hard, remind yourself of what you want to accomplish. Trust me, I have a whole season of Downton Abbey unwatched, but I managed to put out a paperback and a boxed set before the holidays.

2) Mix it up. I love variety. While my week is packed to the hilt with me writing well into the night, I don’t do the same thing everyday. Some days are for the kids – no work in sight. Other days are for work – the kids are with their dad.

About the Author:
Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar is a South Asian American who has lived in Qatar since 2005. Moving to the Arabian Desert was fortuitous in many ways since this is where she met her husband, had a baby, and made the transition from writing as a hobby to a full time passion. She has since published seven e-books including a mom-ior for first time mothers, Mommy But Still Me, a guide for aspiring writers, So You Want to Sell a Million Copies, a short story collection, Coloured and Other Stories, and a novel about women’s friendships, Saving Peace.

Her recent books have focused on various aspects of life in Qatar. From Dunes to Dior, named as a Best Indie book in 2013, is a collection of essays related to her experiences as a female South Asian American living in the Arabian Gulf. Love Comes Later was the winner of the Best Indie Book Award for Romance in 2013 and is a literary romance set in Qatar and London. The Dohmestics is an inside look into compound life, the day to day dynamics between housemaids and their employers.

After she joined the e-book revolution, Mohana dreams in plotlines. Learn more about her work on her website at www.mohanalakshmi.com or follow her latest on Twitter: @moha_doha. Also connect with her at Facebook, Pinterest, or YouTube.

Sita is the firstborn but since she is a female, her birth makes life difficult for her mother who is expected to produce a son. From the start, Sita finds herself in a culture hostile to her, but her irrepressible personality won’t be subdued. Born in India, she immigrants as a toddler to the U.S. with her parents after the birth of her much anticipated younger brother. Her father’s academic ambitions take the family all over the United States, as he chases grant funding at universities in several states. His financial challenges make life at home stressful for Sita, her mother, and younger brother – but the women of the family bear the brunt of his frustrations – both physically and emotionally. Hers is a South Indian family, from Tamil Nadu, one of the most conservative states in the subcontinent.