What In the World do Writers Tweet? by Joan Curtis – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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What in The World Do Writers Tweet?

I’ve been exploring Twitter for writers. Recently I’ve participated in several nice discussions among writers to figure out what they tweet and if they tweet. The variation is amazing, but there are some interesting tips we writers can learn from other tweeters in the writing community

•If you are always tweeting about your own books, you’ll lose followers. That does not mean you cannot toot your own horn, just don’t do it every five seconds. Twitter enables you to tweet frequently (as frequently as you wish). I use bufferapp.com to help me line up my tweets. For Twitter, I release 8 tweets a day versus Facebook’s 3 and LinkedIn’s 2 posts daily.

•Second, you need to say who you are on your profile. Tell visitors what you write. For me, I have the following moniker to introduce me:” Mystery/suspense author of The Clock Strikes Midnight. Coming November 25! Blogging at JoanSays http://www.joancurtis.com/blog”. Here’s another good example by Ann Stampler: Writer of YA’s Afterparty & Where It Began (Simon Pulse) & PB’s, rep’d by Brenda Bowen, & blogger of Really Bad Writing Advice a thttp://www.annstampler.blogspot.com

•Third, tweet good content. I find blogs that I love, and I tweet them regularly. One is The Kill Zone. I also tweet my own blog, but I intersperse it with many other blogs my followers might enjoy. The kinds of content I’m looking for are tips about writing from other writers, grammar conundrums, ideas about character development, tips for fiction writers or for mystery writers, plot development, reviews on books, marketing tips for writers, publishing tips, to name a few. I search the web and constantly add this content to my tweeter feed.

•Fourth, retweet other tweeters. Many of your followers are tweeting good content, too. Retweet what their good tips and information to your own followers. That way you kill two birds with one stone, i.e., you make the initial tweeter happy, and you don’t have to search all over the place for good content.

•Fifth, be sure to hashtag your tweets. Even if the person you are retweeting didn’t use hashtags, you should add them. That way people who are looking for particular content can find your tweets. I tend to use the following hashtags a lot #writingtips #writing #grammartips #reviews. You can make up your own. If you are tweeting a book review, be sure to hashtag the author’s name and the book title.

•Sixth, I’ve been experimenting with tweeting flash fiction. Once a week I write a short flash fiction story of about 3 paragraphs. Then I tweet one or two sentences of the story every day till the end. The hashtags enable my followers to read the entire story at once (or they can do so on my Twitter feed). I have no idea how this will work, but it’s something new, and it keeps my creative juices flowing.

So, these are a few of the things writers can tweet. What about you? What are you tweeting? How have you managed to build a strong following?

11_24 clock Cover_The Clock Strikes MidnightThe Clock Strikes Midnight is a race against time in a quest for revenge and atonement. This is a story about hate, love, betrayal and forgiveness.

If you found out you had only 3 months to live, what would you do? That’s the question Janie Knox faces in this fast-paced mystery full of uncertainty and tension that will surprise you until the very last page.

Hiding behind the façade of a normal life, Janie keeps her family secrets tucked inside a broken heart. Everything changes on the day she learns she’s going to die. With the clock ticking and her time running out, she rushes to finish what she couldn’t do when she was 17—destroy her mother’s killer. But she can’t do it alone.

Janie returns to her childhood home to elicit help from her sister. She faces more than she bargained for when she discovers her sister’s life in shambles. Meanwhile her mother’s convicted killer, her stepfather, recently released from prison, blackmails the sisters and plots to extract millions from the state in retribution. New revelations challenge Janie’s resolve, but she refuses to allow either time or her enemies to her stop her from uncovering the truth she’s held captive for over 20 years.

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Daddy, when I get my kitty, can I name him Davy?” she had asked, yanking Marlene’s Davy Crockett mug full of M&M’s from her grasp.

The colorful candy spilled all over the backseat of the car.

“Mama, tell Janie to—”

“Janie, behave,” Daddy said, admonishing her for an instant with his eyes from the rearview mirror.

“Malcolm, look out—!” Mom screamed.

Janie slammed into Marlene. Pain. The world tumbled topsy-turvy. The mug flew across the interior of the car, colors of the rainbow falling all around her.

Then, everything went black.

When she opened her eyes, Mom’s blood-streaked face rose in front of her out of the darkness.

“Wrap your arms around my neck, honey.” Mom lifted her from the wreckage.

Janie clutched her doll by the dress while the rain beat her curly hair flat.

Marlene stood on the side of the road.

“Try to walk,” Mom said, toppling her from her arms.

Her head pounded and blood trickled down her leg. She leaned on her good leg and limped in the direction of her sister.

“Mama, where’s Daddy?” Marlene asked between sobs.

Mom took Marlene’s hand and yanked her forward with Janie in tow.

Marlene lurched back toward the smashed Oldsmobile with smoke billowing from its hood and a big tree lying across the roof. The Davy Crockett mug lay shattered by the back tire.

“Daddy! We can’t leave Daddy!” Marlene yelled, picking up pieces of the broken glass.

They had left Daddy that day and piled into an old Chevy pick-up truck with a bashed in headlamp, belonging to a man with carrot-red hair. Mom pushed them inside the truck and ordered the man to get help. But by then it was too late for Daddy.

It was too late for all of them.

About the Author:11_24 clock Author Pic_The Clock Strikes MidnightJoan Curtis authored four business books published by Praeger Press. She is also published numerous stories, including:

• Butterflies in a Strawberry Jar, Sea Oats Review, Winter, 2004
• A Memoir Of A Friend, Chicken Soup for the Working Woman’s Soul, 2003 and Flint River Review, 1996
• Jacque’s Story in From Eulogy to Joy, 2002
• The Roommate, Whispering Willow Mystery Magazine, April 1997
• A Special Sort of Stubbornness, Reader’s Digest, March 1997,
• My Father’s Final Gift, Reader Digest, November 1994

Her first place writing awards include : Best mystery manuscript in the Malice Domestic Grants competition, best proposal for a nonfiction piece in the Harriette Austin competition, and best story, Butterflies in a Strawberry Jar in the Cassell Network of Freelance Writer’s Association.

Other Books:

Hire Smart and Keep ‘Em: How to Interview Strategically Using POINT, Praeger Press, an imprint of ABC-Clio, Santa Barbara, CA 2012.

The New Handshake: Sales Meets Social Media, Praeger Press, 2010, an imprint of ABC-Clio, Santa Barbara, CA

Managing Sticky Situations at Work: Communication Secrets for Success in the Workplace, 2009, Praeger Press, an imprint of ABC-Clio, Santa Barbara, CA.

Strategic Interviewing: Skills for Savvy Executives, 2000 published by Quorum Books, Greenwood Press.

“I write about characters who remind me of myself at times and my sister at times, but never fully so. My stories are told from a woman’s point of view. Characters drive my writing and my reading.”

Having grown up in the South with a mother from Westchester County New York, Joan has a unique take on blending the southern traditions with the eye of a northerner. She spent most of her childhood in North Carolina and now resides in Georgia.

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Taking the Reins by Katrina Abbott – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Brooklyn Prescott (if that’s even her real name) is the new girl at TheRosewood Academy for Academic Excellence, now that she’s moved back to the States after two years living in London. Rosewood, a boarding school for children of the rich and famous and known for its celebutantes, is missing just one element important to any junior’s education: boys. But luckily for Brooklyn, and the rest of theRosewood girls, there’s a boys’ boarding school, The Westwood Academy, just a few miles away.

On her very first day, Brooklyn meets Will, a gorgeous and flirty boy on campus to help with move in. But is he who she thinks he is? And what about Brady, the cute stable boy? Or Jared, the former child actor with his grown-up good looks who can always make her laugh? As Brooklyn settles in at Rosewood, she’s faced with new friends, new challenges and new opportunities to make herself into the girl she always wanted to be. Whoever that might be.

Taking The Reins is the first installment of The Rosewoods, an exciting new Young Adult series for readers who love fun, flirty love stories.

Enjoy an excerpt:

I stood there with the horse, petting his velvet nose, trying to absorb his quiet calm to help ease my jangling nerves.

It worked a little, until he returned, striding toward the outdoor arena, looking amazingly sexy in his riding outfit. Suddenly, like he was on a mission, he walked straight up to me. His eyes burned into mine and when he didn’t stop a few feet away, I began to panic.

Because I was suddenly sure he was going to grab me and kiss me.

My lungs froze on a breath. My heart began to race.

And then he stopped right in front of me, inside my bubble and close enough that I could smell him; leather, saddle soap, boy.

I looked up at him. His lips were turned up in a slight smile and then they parted. He reached up toward my face, his eyes taking me in with his usual intensity. My cheeks flushed, but ached for his touch. I licked my dry lips and swallowed, suddenly worried about too much saliva. I did not want to ruin this kiss. My eyes fluttered closed as he leaned in.

About the Author:

A survivor of adolescence, Katrina Abbott loves writing about teens: best friends, cute boys, kissing, drama. Her main vice is romance, but she’s been known to succumb to the occasional chocolate binge. She may or may not live in California with her husband, kids and several cats. Taking the Reins is not her first book. Visit Katrina online at www.katrinaabbott.com

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Best Laid Intentions by Talia Carmichael – Guest Blog

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Aspects of Personality

By: Talia Carmichael

 

Creating a character’s personality takes getting to know them very intimately. I have to dig deep within them and know them as well as I know myself. To do this I think beyond what is happening during their story. I go back to what shaped them and made them who they are. I create many parts of their personality and bring it to the page. Each character I create stays with me. Each of the characters have aspects of my own personality.

In my latest release, Best Laid Intentions (Impressions #6) it is the same. I’ve been told by my friends who have read the book I’m like Savage as I’m a musician. When I was younger I was in bands and loved playing music. I still do and I loved the camaraderie of my bandmates. We were there for each other and built our own family. Another aspect of Savage’s personality is his willingness to give up his time for others and never expecting anything from it. For Taylor my love of music and sharing it with others is what I do. I’ve been known to talk music when I meet someone and it leads to my finding new music and sharing with others. As well as new friends. :)

Another thing the characters from Best Laid Intentions (Impressions #6) has in common with me is I’m close to my family (those by blood and by choice—friends) and value friends. I believe in family and friendships. I also believe in love and finding the one who will get you and become your other half. Having a wacky sense of humor and quirks myself, I want to be with someone who will get it. That is sexier than anything else. Someone who I will have a meeting of minds with and understand completely. We can laugh and joke and just get each other. That is something my characters have. That understanding of each other.

The aspects of my personality present in Best Laid Intentions (Impressions #6) makes me smile. When I write I don’t plan to make parts of my characters personalities like mine, it just happens. When I finish any book I think of the characters. And I miss them and can’t wait to see them again. Best Laid Intentions (Impressions #6) is part of a series so there are glimpses of Savage and Taylor to come in future books. I’m already looking forward to writing my next book and seeing what aspects of personality will become part of the story.

About Talia Carmichael:

Talia Carmichael is a romantic who believes that family, no matter if it is by blood or those you choose as family, is integral to who you are. She is an author who writes sexy stories in a variety of genres. She believes in creating stories that encompass all that falling in love or lust entails, from the highs of that first blush of attraction to the lows of not knowing if you can make your coming together as a couple work, and then finally to the acceptance of the reality of making a life together. It’s all about the journey.

Among her books you’ll find contemporary, futuristic, fantasy, and paranormal settings with M/M themes that will have a happily-ever-after. Her books are passionate, intense, and real… to fill the craving. Check out more about Talia at http://taliacarmichael.com or http://taliacarmichael.com/blog. Contact her at http://taliacarmichael.com/blog/contact

or check her out on facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Talia-Carmichael/247134751977720. Twitter: @taliacarmichael

Blurb for Best Laid Intentions:

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11_24 bestlaidintentions_800Taking a risk and going after what he wants leads a man to the most pleasurable of results…

Taylor Noble decides to take a chance on pursuing Savage. Savage makes him crave but Taylor knows that anything beyond the physical would be foolish. He has too much on his plate for a relationship. But he can have a good time… After all, there’s no way Savage would want more. And Taylor certainly doesn’t either… Yet, as he gets to know Savage, Taylor finds himself questioning his plans for fun with no strings.

From their very first meeting, Savage Griffin is drawn to Taylor. There’s something Savage cannot define that’s so different when he sees, thinks or talks to Taylor. Knowing Taylor is interested gives him the opportunity to explore more about this man who has captured his attention. Savage plans to take advantage of it. Each and every moment—sexual and platonic—brings him closer to Taylor, who captures all his senses. Now it’s just a matter of convincing Taylor that what they share goes way past the physical to the emotional. Yes, emotions are messy but Savage is ready, willing and able to get Taylor to change his best laid intentions and make some new plans.

Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.

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His Bahamas Affair by Christina OW – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Row of columns (Italy, Vatican)After his joke of a marriage came to an end when his wife ran off with a guest from his resort, Reno Albury decides one night stands are more his speed- especially if they were blonde and blue eyed like his ex-wife. So he was jaded, at least he was having fun, Until he met a blonde and blue eyed girl at his sister’s wedding he couldn’t play the fast game with.

Loraine Larson has a secret that nobody knows thanks to her father’s money and high powered friends. She’s spent years trying to forget the hell she went through in Paris. Wanting to test her new found strength, she goes back to the scene of the crime only to come back with more nightmares. She’s managed to banish his image from her mind but she can’t sleep without seeing that monster’s eyes. But she discovers a shield for that in the arms of her best friend’s brother, and now she’s determined to stay in them no matter the cost. Even if it means her life.

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Reno felt his heart lurched as he watched Loraine more carefully, completely oblivious of his presence. She did look like she belonged there, just like in his bed. It had been wonderful slipping into the bed next to her and watching as she unconsciously rolled toward him until she had herself tucked into his side and under his arm.

He realized at that moment he’d never felt at home in his ex-wife’s embrace in bed or anywhere else they were together because Georgia never felt like a wife. But watching Loraine, experiencing all those emotions that came with spending time with him, he realized he’d never felt like that with Georgia. With Georgia, it had been complete lust that had driven that relationship. With Loraine, he thought more about when he’d get the chance to hold her again and just feel her small, soft body against his.

Of course he thought about sleeping with her but not in the ways of his fantasies about Georgia, crude enough to have a priest hire an exorcist. He could only equate his need to have Loraine as like drinking aged scotch after waiting years for it to mature. No rush no fuss, just taking his sweet time enjoying her after waiting longingly to have her.

Loraine was the type of woman he saw himself making a commitment to and living up to everything that was expected of him and so much more.

If only he had the right number of zeroes in his bank account.

About the Author: Christina OW writes suspense, thrillers, erotica, interracial and multicultural romance books. She is the author of Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Regency Romance books and a poet of currently 3 titles. She loves reading novels that take her on a ride of wild emotions. Books have always been an escape for her, for a few hours she gets to live the lives of characters she grows to cherish and admire. She’s always had an active imagination and because of it has lived in her head more than she has been in the outside world. She always imagined scenarios and wondered how they would turn out in the end, and what kind of emotions they would invoke. Thus began her writing career.

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Denouement by M.O. Kenyan – Spotlight and Giveaway

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MediaKit_BookCover_DenouementMarietta Parks believes that the only way to stop surprises from happening in life is to control your own fate. Paying attention to every detail she scripts out her own life. Leaving love, romance and children out of it. But then she meets a man who just has to be added into her story, Tobias Harden was the man of everyone’s dreams but t her he was a lovely addition to her already scripted life.

Tobias Harden was the modern day Casanova. Love was not in his vocabulary, and he was allergic to the word commitment, like poison Ivy to the bare skin. A chance kiss with Marietta Parks makes him question his single life. He was to be the best for her, and oddly enough she happens to be the only woman he wants to kiss. Tobias convinces Marietta that she needs him in her life. But after three years of marriage and life’s obstacles, he finds himself in bed with another woman. He has to convince her that he is still the man for her, especially now that she’s pregnant.

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“I thought he was the great Tobias Harden, the best sex on both sides of the pond. He can’t do a simple kiss.” Marietta pouted as she stomped towards the two actors.

“This isn’t working.” Tobias said to her as Marietta walked towards them.

“No kidding. Sarah, you look like a fish drowning in a fish bowl and Toby; you look like someone is forcing you to swallow an eel. You are actors; I don’t care if you don’t find each other desirable pretend. We pay you to pretend, you make your living pretending.”

“I find him to be very sexy.” Sarah said as she winked in Tobias’ direction.

Marietta frowned and turned to face Tobias just in time to see the same frustrated expression on his face. “What about you, do you find her sexy?”

“Just run this scene by me again.” Tobias grunted.

“The kiss has to be passionate, everyone has to shiver at how intensely passionate it is.” Marietta huffed in frustration and stepped in between them. “I think you are both trying to lead the kiss. Kiss me like you would a girl you are desperately in love with.”

“I’ve never been in love.”

“Join the club. Kiss me like you are trying to convince me that… I am your moon and stars. That is before you ditch me the next morning. You lead, I’ll follow.”

Marietta stood staring at his ‘kiss me’ lips. They were beautiful, well molded. Their lips moved in the rhythm set by the beating of their hearts. Her body shivered as his hands caressed her back. Then he shivered and that startled her so much she had to break the kiss.

Marietta stepped back and stared at him dazzled.

“So do it like that.” She took Sarah’s hand and urged her closer to Tobias, “Let him lead.”

About the Author: MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_DenoumentReading,Writing,Romance, Creativity and Imagination. These are the words that describe my work.

I was born in Nairobi Kenya and had a passion for books ever since I could remember. Romance and love have always been a strange phenomenon for me. I have always wanted to change the ending of a love story. I decided to start writing my own.

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Emma Blooms at Last by Naomi King – Q&A and Giveaway

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A special welcome to Naomi King who has agreed to answer a couple of questions for us. Naomi, have you developed a specific writing style?

It was an interesting thing, when I took on my second Amish series, because the NAL editor wanted to be in on the development of the characters and stories from the get-go, while my Kensington editor—for whom I’d written five books before—trusted my style and rarely asked for major revisions. So I completed SUMMER OF SECRETS in the homey, down-to-earth style I’d used for my earlier books, which included some Amish dialect and a breezier, light-hearted tone.

However, when my NAL editor read my first completed manuscript, ABBY FINDS HER CALLING, she asked for major changes in dialog, story, and even the way I phrased my sentences. It about knocked me out of my chair when I read her long revision letter, even though my agent had warned me that she works this way with all of her authors. I had to suck up a little pride . . . consider which revisions I wanted to make, and which I could not agree to (which yes, would probably affect my chances of getting another contract from her). Once I completed ABBY’s revisions, however, I realized that my style had risen to a different level even as my confidence had taken a bit of a beating.

But isn’t that how we learn and grow? And it’s working out well, I think, because the Seasons of the Heart series, written by Charlotte Hubbard, is funnier and more folksy while the Home at Cedar Creek/One Big Happy Family series by Naomi King feels more substantial. It’s quite all right that my two different names have different styles. It’s a lot of work, this writing thing, but it’s never boring.

How would you spend ten thousand bucks?

Matter of fact, I dropped a slightly larger wad than that one day a few weeks ago, paying for our 15-day Viking River Cruise on the Danube next spring. You have to pay those trips in full beforehand, so now our 40th anniversary celebration is all set up!

I was also fine with investing quite a large chunk in our town home when we moved to Minnesota three years ago—we stripped it down to the bare walls and subflooring and did a big update on the kitchen. This is the fifth home we’ve owned, and we’ve learned that if you don’t maintain/update a house, you’ll end up paying for a lot of nice new features right before you sell it to someone else.

But if someone just handed me $10K out of the blue? I’d stick it in my portfolio and put it toward my retirement, hands down. Writers’ paychecks are so irregular, and you have no idea whether your next royalty check will buy you lunch at McDonalds or a new car, so I tend to tuck money away every chance I get. I’ve gone through many, many years when I barely covered my business expenses, so right now it’s nice to be in the black. Who knows? Beyond the contract I just got, there might not be another sale.

11_24 emma Cover_Emma_Blooms_At_LastRomance is in the air during the fall wedding season in the Amish community of Cedar Creek. But while one loving couple prepares to tie the knot, Amanda and Wyman Brubaker’s large family faces a threat from outside their happy circle…and must learn to pull together.

Recently wed Amanda and Wyman Brubaker are thrilled that their children from previous marriages have blended together to form a strong family. But when the construction of Wyman’s new grain elevator is delayed, making the project more expensive than anticipated, Amanda’s determination to rally the kids into taking on work to improve the family’s finances comes into conflict with Wyman’s sense of responsibility as head of the household….

Meanwhile, as James Graber and Abby Lambright prepare for their long-awaited nuptials, folks gather from far and wide. Amanda’s nephew Jerome has long been smitten with James’s sister Emma and wants to seize this chance to woo her. But Emma’s been burned once and is twice shy of trusting the fun-loving, never-serious Jerome. As Emma and Jerome struggle to understand each other, and find the courage to make a leap of faith, the Brubakers face a bigger challenge than they first anticipated and begin to discover just what it means to fight…the Amish way.

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“Shall we get some lunch?” Jerome asked when they were seated in the rig. “There’s a vintage-style diner just down the road—”

“Or we could go back to Cedar Creek,” Emma remarked in a hopeful tone. “Between what Mamm and I fixed and what Amanda brought, there’s plenty enough for us to join them.”

Jerome smiled. “But you’ve spent your morning with me and saved me from making a lot of mistakes,” he said gently. “I’d like to treat you to a meal you didn’t have to cook yourself. Will that be all right?”

Emma smiled as the color rose in her cheeks. “Well, since you put it that way . . .”

He was thankful that once they were seated in a red leatherette booth with a chrome-edged table between them and a miniature jukebox on the wall, Emma took off her black coat and bonnet. In her honey-gold cape dress and a cream-colored apron that fastened behind her neck, she looked much more attractive and . . . inviting.

Jerome was pleased when she ordered a patty melt with fries and a side of tomato soup. At least she wasn’t going to be finicky about her food, like some girls were. After he ordered the blue-plate special, which was meat loaf, he tapped on the wall-mounted juke box. “Pick a song, Emma. We can listen while we wait for our lunch.”

As she flipped through the selections, Jerome fished out a quarter and put it in the slot. “F six,” she murmured.

In a few moments, “See You Later, Alligator,” filled the small diner. As Emma tapped her fingers on the tabletop, keeping time to the old rock-and-roll song, she looked as happy as Jerome had ever seen her. At last, he’d found something they both enjoyed, even if the church didn’t allow them to play such music at home.

“Dat took James and Abby and me to a horse auction once, when we were around ten or eleven,” she recounted. “We ate lunch at a place similar to this one, and Dat played this record on the jukebox—and it’s stuck with us ever since. Even on days when he can’t recall what he ate for breakfast, he knows every word to this song.”

“It’s a snappy tune,” Jerome agreed, tapping his toes. Just for fun, he wanted to catch Emma’s feet between his and give them a quick squeeze, but he thought better of it. “It’s nice to have that memory from when your dat was younger and stronger. My mamm and dat died when our house burned to the ground, when I was just ten.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “And how was it that you didn’t—I mean—”

The concern on her face coaxed Jerome to grasp her hand. “I was staying overnight at a cousin’s house,” he replied. “The firemen said the old furnace exploded, and because the house was built of very dry wood they’d saved from a barn they’d torn down, my folks were gone before they knew what hit them. That’s when Aunt Amanda and Uncle Atlee took me in—and probably why I get such a kick out of your dat.”

“You didn’t lose any brothers or sisters, I hope?” Emma murmured. “If something happened to James, I’m not sure I could bear it.”

Jerome felt comforted by her concern, even if the accident happened more than half his lifetime ago. “No, it seems they broke the mold when they made me,” he said with a chuckle.

For a moment, Emma’s gaze lingered on his. Such an unusual shade of brown her eyes were, similar to a mixture of honey and cinnamon. Too soon, she eased her hand away. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “That was a horrible thing to endure when you were so young.”

About the Author: 11_24 emma AuthorPicDrawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Naomi King writes of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle in her Home at Cedar Creek/One Big Happy Family series. Like her series heroine, Abby Lambright, Naomi considers it her personal mission to be a listener—to heal broken hearts and wounded souls—and to share her hearth and home. Faith and family, farming and frugality are hallmarks of her lifestyle: like Abby, she made her wedding dress and the one her mom wore, too! She’s a deacon, a dedicated church musician and choir member, and when she’s not writing, Naomi loves to travel, try new recipes, crochet, and sew. Naomi, whose real name is Charlotte Hubbard, now lives in Minnesota with her husband and their border collie, Ramona.

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Background of The Ambivalent Memoirist by Sandra Hurtes – Guest Blog and Giveaway

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Background of The Ambivalent Memoirist

I looked out the window of my studio apartment which faced north on East 42nd Street in Manhattan. I breathed deep. It was June 2004, and I had recently moved to a wondrous building in the center of the world, after a lifetime of living in Brooklyn. I was 53, had walked over the Brooklyn Bridge two thousand times (a modest calculation), but moving, crossing and not looking back, that was momentous, surreal.

Out the window, the Queensboro Bridge loomed; its midnight lights flickered in the early morning dawn. To the left was Second Avenue and close behind, Grand Central Terminal. My mother’s face, so warm and glowing, seemed to peer down at me, nod approval that I went off—finally—in search of a life. A life of my choosing would have freed my mother from a burden —her inability to forgive herself for raising me inside the circle of her pain, a pain which had kept me close, like a shadow.

When I was a young girl, my mother, an Auschwitz survivor, told me the stories of her life. She held me on her lap in our Brooklyn apartment and wove a tapestry of memories. She told me of her impoverished childhood in Czechoslovakia, her enormous grief for her mother who died when my mother was fifteen, and of the traumas of the camps.

I had only von dress. I vore it every day and vashed it at night. My mother vent hungry, so her children could eat. In Auschwitz, the SS trew us in the showers. The vater vas like needles on my head. But I vas strong! They put me to verk; that’s how I survived.

Then my mother put her head in my lap, and I tapped her shoulder. Tiny touches. Rat-a-tat-tat. When she wrapped me close and said, my little Goldilocks’, don’t ever leave me, I vowed that I never would.

For most of my adult life, I had wanted to live in Manhattan. Two years after my mother died of heart disease, I left Brooklyn for the possibilities that littered Manhattan’s streets. I was single, had no children, and was still trying to figure out where my place in life was.

While newcomers to the city escaped for the hipness of Brooklyn—while the borough became the hottest place in the country—I pointed my compass in the opposite direction. But one thing I would never, could never, leave behind was my Brooklyn childhood; it had shaped me into a woman afraid to move freely about the world. My mother’s stories had weighed me down. But they became my means for lifting me up, for I became a storyteller. The place that had given my parents—survivors both—shelter and safety after the war, held a treasure chest of material, each word a priceless gem.

In The Ambivalent Memoirist I circle around and ponder the contents of that chest. Gems, yes, certainly for a writer. But did they all glitter? That depended on which corner of the chest I dug my hand into. My past was a kaleidoscope. There was my mother, fussing over me, her young daughter born from war. There was my father, praying each morning before the windows, his shoulders hunched with fatigue and sorrow.

Through the lenses of teaching, writing, yoga and my family history, I search for clues as to where and how to live my life.

Enjoy an excerpt:

DAYBREAK

I have no classes today; still, I’m out at 6:00 a.m., emptying my palate of the lingering taste of dreams. Outdoors, half a block from my apartment building, I walk up a long concrete staircase leading to the Tudor City parks. I run into a neighbor who is also an early riser. She tells me she’s moving home to Sri Lanka, where she has a house, large enough to contain ten Tudor City studios. But it is not the comfort of that largesse that lures her; she can’t find work, here, in Manhattan.

She puts her hands out on either side of her body, like scales. “Move to Queens?” she says, lowering her left. “Sri Lanka?” Her right hand rises. “I lived in Jackson Heights for three years,” she says, “and was lonely and depressed. But I can’t afford to live in Manhattan.”

I nod, thinking, I can’t either. But Manhattan is good to single people.

Last night at dinner with my friend Stephanie, I listened with a mixture of envy and pleasure as she described her Sunday mornings. By 6:00 I’m on my deck, with a mug of Earl Grey. I pictured her in her Secaucus condo, surrounded by trees, leaves dotted with morning dew, her palm warm and steamy.

Today I want to live in the country. Inhale the scent of grass and late night rain. I want to walk barefoot in the damp grass. I want to hang my laundry outside on a line to dry, have wooden clothespins in a basket.

Then the city announces itself. Buses, taxis, people on their way to work. I plan my day: shop for cute tops for yoga, hit Starbucks afterwards with a heap of student papers and a café au lait, extra hot and foamy.

I take out the Windex and paper towels, remove the three potted coleus from the sills, clean my windows.

SHcoverV6“. . .[an] honest memoir full of compassion and wit that infuses ordinary events with intimacy and intensity. . .Teaching college English courses and preparing her first essay collection, she must address her own pain. . .as well as her parents’ experiences during the Holocaust. . . Writing as art and psychological salvation is at the heart of this book, taking “readers deep below the surface” of words toward personal vindication.”

~~Publishers Weekly

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Sandra Hurtes is the author of The Ambivalent Memoirist and the essay collection On My Way to Someplace Else. She is the daughter of Holocaust survivors and this legacy is examined in her work. She is an adjunct assistant professor in the English Department at John Jay College and teaches creative nonfiction in private workshops.

http://www.Sandrahurtes.com ~ http://www.sandrahurtes.blogspot.com

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Man Law by Adrienne Giordano – $0.99 sale

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11_21 Man LawSecurity Consultant Vic Andrews lives by his Man Laws:

Never mess with your best friend’s sister
Never get caught
Never get attached

But he can’t deny his irresistible attraction to Gina Delgado, a young widow with three kids and plenty of strings attached. Even so, having a physical relationship doesn’t mean they’re “in a relationship.”

Gina lost her husband to tragedy; she is not getting emotionally involved with another man in a dangerous profession. Sleeping with Vic is just stress relief.

Until one of Vic’s assignments goes wrong and the target selects Gina and her kids for revenge. There’s nothing Vic won’t do to protect Gina and the children–the family he realizes, too late, he wants. He’ll accomplish his mission but will he have lost his only chance at true love?

Enjoy an excerpt:

 

Man Law: Never mess with your best friend’s sister.

“Ah, shit.” Vic Andrews, butthead supreme, listened to the churn of the ocean’s waves. Or was it his life skittering off its axis?

Gina laughed that belly laugh of hers and he couldn’t help smiling. He extracted himself from her lush little body and rolled off. The St. Barth sand stuck to his back. Yep, they’d worked up a sweat. Salty sea air invaded his nostrils and he inhaled, letting the moisture flood his system.

Jesus Hotel Christ.

What had he been thinking? He’d been heading back to his room after closing down the resort’s bar and there she was, the girl—er, woman—of his dreams, crying on the beach. No condition for her to be in after witnessing her brother’s marriage to the love of his life.

Vic didn’t mention the fact it was 3:00 a.m. and she was alone on a secluded beach where any drunken asshole, like him, could have at her. Although technically he wasn’t drunk. Buzzed maybe. Big difference. Besides, they’d been at a wedding. Buzzed was allowed.

Gina moved and he finally turned toward her. “I’m—”

“No, absolutely not,” she said. She swiped at her curly mane of dark hair. Her face gave away nothing, but that meant squat. Gina knew how to hide bad moods.

The whoosh of the ocean lapping against the shore distracted him and he stared into the blackness.

“What did I say?” he asked.

“You were going to apologize. I don’t want to hear it.”

Apologize? Him? “I’m not sorry.” He touched her arm. “Are you?”

Please don’t say you’re sorry. Please.

That would be all he needed. He’d just freakin’ obliterated the sister rule Mike had invoked nearly a million—maybe two million—times. The sister rule was Man Law, and Man Laws were about the only rules Vic followed.

He only wanted to check on her, and before he knew it, voila, the clothes were off, the condom was on and they were humping like bunnies right there on the beach. At least no one saw them. All the well-meaning people were asleep.

Gina brushed sand from her legs and stood to straighten the sliplike dress he’d shoved up over her hips. The silky fabric glided over her curves, and the activity in Vic’s lower region made him groan. A thirty-five year-old mother of three, and she was killing him. He should be ashamed.

Screw that.

She was right there. Right there. And, because he’d probably never get the opportunity again, he should grab her and—

“I’m not sorry,” Gina said. “Not about the sex. I’m sorry about other things, but this, I loved.”
Vic retrieved his pants and stood. Gina and her honesty. Good or bad, she just put it out there and didn’t worry about the repercussions. He guessed it came from losing her husband at the age of thirty-one. She had nothing to lose.

“I need to go,” she said, watching him with her big brown eyes as the moonlight drenched her face. He put his shirt on. Did she have to look at him that way? Particularly when he wanted a replay.

“Aren’t the kids bunking with your folks?”

“They are, but you know how Matthew is. He might search for me.”

Fifteen-year-old Matt, her eldest son, took his job as man of the family seriously.

“Right. Okay.” Vic motioned toward the resort. “I’ll walk you.”

Gina held up a hand. “I’ll be fine.”

Nuh-uh. No way. “I am going to walk you. It’s late and you shouldn’t go by yourself.”

Hell, she shouldn’t have been out here alone in the first place, but he knew she’d tear him a few new ones if he said it.

She stood there, peering up at him and—God—she was fantastic. She had a classic oval face with high cheekbones and a nose he knew she hated. For over two years now he’d imagined running his finger over the little bump in it, but never dared. Every inch of her seemed perfectly imperfect.

Blown sister rule.

Gina shoved her fingers through her curls. “We screwed up. I can’t believe it. We’ve been so good.”

“We didn’t screw up. We had a simultaneous brain fart. Again.”

She laughed and shook her head.

“Anyway, walk me to the edge of the beach. You can see my room from there and can watch me go up.”

“Gina, what’s the big deal? Nobody will know we just—” he waved his hand, “—you know.”

“It’ll be better if you don’t walk me. With his mental radar, Michael is probably waiting by the door. On his damned wedding night. I swear he’s a freak. He should stay out of it.”

Oh, boy. She was getting fired up. Maintenance mode. His friend needed protection. They were both ex-special ops, but they didn’t stand a chance against all five foot three of Gina.

“Mike loves you. He’s trying to protect you.”

“From you? You’re his best friend.”

Vic ran his hands over her shoulders. “Yeah, but I’m not right for you.”

“The circumstances aren’t right. That’s true, but he doesn’t have to keep reminding me.”

“He does it to me too.”

They strolled to the edge of the beach, and he squeezed her hand. Don’t go. Just stay for a while. All he wanted was more time with her. Not a lot to ask.

On tiptoes, she brushed a kiss over his lips. A little hum escaped his throat. What the hell was that?

“I had a great time,” she said. “You were just what I needed.”

“I think a ‘but’ is coming.”

“We can’t do this again.”

Yep. Not good. “I know.”

She pulled her hand from his and hauled ass toward her room. Away from him.

He waited while she went up the stairs and she stopped in front of the window of the room next to hers. A minute later the door opened and Matt came out. He turned and, apparently using his Spidey sense, looked straight at Vic.

And we’re busted.

 

About the Author: 11_21 man Adrienne Giordano HeadshotUSA Today bestselling author Adrienne Giordano writes romantic suspense and mystery. She is a Jersey girl at heart, but now lives in the Midwest with her workaholic husband, sports obsessed son and Buddy the Wheaten Terrorist (Terrier). She is a co-founder of Romance University blog and Lady Jane’s Salon-Naperville, a reading series dedicated to romantic fiction.

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2014 Autumn Collection by various authors – Spotlight and Giveaway

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Six complete sweet to sensual romances from six multi-talented authors in settings that are sure to keep you spellbound with tales about young magic, charming reunions, and new beginnings. Enjoy the darker side where witches cast spells, vampires exist, and zombies walk the earth. There’s a story for everyone.

Man of Her Dreams by Gerald Costlow

Anise and Charlene are living the busy lives of young Goth women trying to juggle college and jobs and – in their case – training as apprentice Sherritt witches under the tutelage of Anise’s mother, Annabel.

Then over Thanksgiving break, the girls encounter a young man named Donnie who claims to be running from a demon – a demon sent by the Devil himself. They might have dismissed the man as deluded, but Anise recognizes him from her dreams. He is the perfect lover she’s been dreaming of night after night.

Now the witches are involved in a deadly game of hide-and-seek, discovering they have only days to figure out how to help Donnie. Are even the famous Sherritt witches up to the challenge? Third in the Modern Day Sherritt series.

Under the Harvest Moon by Markee Anderson

Victoria Sommerfield is the maid of honor at her neighbor’s wedding, the day after the Harvest Festival. She’s also very fond of Kirby, her best friend from high school, who’s also in the bridal party. Victoria’s forced to make a few decisions thanks to a crime in town. At least Kirby can save the day, for now. But can she take the next step with him?

Day of the Dead ~ (Dia de los Muertos) by Cecilia Corona

The Day of the Dead takes on a new meaning, when the dead don’t stay dead. Dr. Valentina Bellmonte, a cancer survivor, is the new coroner at Hope Memorial. Her faith is put to the test when a body arrives at the morgue drained of blood and the man responsible for the crime is sporting fangs. Could vampires be real?

Her good friend, Dr. Xander Carlisle seems to know the truth, but he’s unwilling to confide in her. He has a secret of his own and it’s not just how he feels about her, but something else entirely, something he’s forbidden to reveal.

Apple of His Eye by Nan O’Berry

Callie Dalton’s truck runs out of gas on the road to her family’s fruit stand. When a forestry agent Marshall Albright comes to her rescue, little does she know that he is the grandson of her grandfather’s worst enemy, Brice Huntington. It seems the Dalton’s and Huntington’s have been waging a feud for the past twenty-nine years, ever since Laura Huntington left Stephen Dalton at the altar.

Falling in love was the easy part; the hard part is going to be keeping their grandparents from confronting one another. Can their love bring these two warring factions together?

Alive by Vincent Nutt

A mutated form of Cholera infects the world, creating zeeks, zombielike creatures in every respect. The group I’m with has traveled far. We’ve all lost those we’ve held dear along the way, but when life is unpredictable, anything can happen… This Thanksgiving brings new friends into our lives, and a fresh look at what tomorrow may bring.

Young Witchcraft by Stephanie Burkhart

Rachel’s secret would have Cotton Mather rolling over in his grave. She’s been raised from an early age to use magic for good, despite her temptation to cast a spell against Phil the bully who can’t stop teasing her.

Joe thinks Rachel is cool, especially when she weaves her healing magic spells on him, but he’s got his own problems. It’s not easy keeping Rachel safe from Phil’s constant threats.

When Phil poisons Rachel, can love and a little young witchcraft bring Rachel and Joe together or has years of Phil’s bullying ruined their relationship for good?

Enjoy an excerpt from “Man of Her Dreams”

“Oh, good grief,” said a woman’s voice from nowhere. “The old ‘naked in public’ dream. You sure this is him? This is the man in my dreams? Where’s the wild mare he rides across the moor, and the kilt, and the windswept hair, and the—all right, so he’s got the washboard abs, and the…the rest of the package. But still…”

“The spell doesn’t lie, Sis,” responded another woman’s voice from nowhere. “This is the man of your dreams. Anyway, a kilt? I think it’s time you got rid of that Braveheart poster. The symbolism of his dream is obvious, according to your Psych 101 textbook I doubt you ever read—about as obvious as your man riding a wild mare. Does your kilted dream lover whip the mare into a lathered frenzy?”

“He d-doesn’t…you’ve got a dirty mind. So what’s this guy’s problem? A fear of being locked out of motel rooms?”

The second voice sighed. “He’s unhappy with his life and searching for something better. Being naked means he’s broke, so don’t count on lavish gifts or expensive honeymoons from this guy. How many of the good catches had insomnia, for the spell to settle on this loser?”

About the Authors: Markee Anderson makes her home in northeast Wisconsin, surrounded by Packer fans, snow, and cheese. Along with her husband, they have three adult children and two Boston terrier babies. She writes under different pen names, all at: www.sweettalebooks.com

Come visit her at: http://markeeanderson.com

Stephanie Burkhart was born in Manchester, New Hampshire. After graduating from Central High, she joined the U.S. Army. She spent eleven years in the military, seven stationed in Germany. She left the Army in 1997 and settled in California. Stephanie has been married for over twenty years and has two boys, Andrew and Joseph. She now works for LAPD as a 9-1-1 Dispatcher.

Come visit her at: http://www.stephanieburkhart.com

Gerald Costlow lives in Michigan and has published several novels and numerous short stories and novellas over the years. He’s currently publishing a romantic-supernatural series with Publishing by Rebecca Vickery.

Cecilia Corona is a massage therapist by day and enjoys the adventures of writing by night. When she’s not sitting at her computer plotting her next tale, she’s enjoying the Southern California weather. She loves movies, animals of all kinds, especially her three dogs, and she’s a big fan of mermaids. When she was young and saw the movie Splash for the first time, she believed sprinkling salt in the bathtub would magically allow her to grow a tail. She was sadly disappointed when the experiment didn’t work. If she can’t be a mermaid, then maybe she’ll just have to write about them.

Please visit Cecilia’s website at: http://authorceciliacorona.blogspot.com

Nan O’Berry lives on a small farm in western tidewater with her family and pets including a Black Angus cow named Esmeralda. A graduate of Old Dominion University with a degree in education, she taught elementary school for several years before turning her attention to writing romance. She loves hearing from readers.

Please feel free to contact her on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nancy-OBerry-Romance- Author/161753103856411

When Vincent Nutt isn’t fighting off zeeks, he’s going to school and working toward his BA in Video Game Design.

You can find Vincent online at: http://vincentnutt.blogspot.com/

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What Casts the Shadow? by Seth Mullins – Spotlight and Giveaway



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A troubled young rock musician, a mystic mentor, and a generation of lost souls longing for a new voice to emerge from thewilderness…

When an altercation outside of a performance venue nearly proves fatal, Brandon Chane begins to realize how far his life is spinning out of control. His efforts to channel his pain, frustration and thwarted loves into his music may not suffice to save him. Then he meets Saul, a crisis counselor with the soul of an ancient medicine man, and a far-reaching journey of healing – one that may teach him how to steer away from the very edge of the abyss – begins.

Enjoy an excerpt:

Saul’s office was arranged much like others I’d seen: A dark cherry desk, glossy clean; plaques, proclaiming his education and other achievements, hanging on the wall behind. All the prominent names in the field of psychology cluttered his bookcase. Most of the titles that Tommy had found for me at the library made an appearance there. Saul invited me to sit in a brown leather recliner. I didn’t want to tilt it back; but I kept feeling like I was about to fall out of that chair when it was in the upright position.

Saul leaned forward and smiled like he harbored a secret. “I’d like to start, Brandon, by assuring you that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You have no ‘problems’ per se. You aren’t evil, because there is no such thing. And if you’re ignorant, then you are no more so than every other human to ever walk the Earth. Now, is any of that reassuring?”

It almost sounded like he was trying to provoke an argument. Yet his manner and tone implied that he meant every word he said in the most literal sense.

“Of course,” he went on, “that’s all true only from a perspective that you may have to work hard to arrive at. When you’re suffering, it definitely feels like something is wrong with you; and the seeming causes of that suffering are problems. They are the embodiment of evil. And every smiling person you see must be privy to answers that have totally eluded you.”

About the Author:

Seth Mullins draws upon the great sweep of human soul-journeying to weave his tales. He’s inspired by music, shamanism, dreams and the mysteries and miracles of our inner life. His greatest love as a writer is for fiction that depicts a journey towards self-awareness in the deepest sense.

“Probably the most valuable thing that I learned throughout my spiritual journey in this life is the importance of trusting in one’s self. Many of our cultural lessons encourage us to ignore or even fear our inner reality. And yet it is this realm that really does hold the answers to all of our questions, and can point the way towards the most fulfilling life experiences possible for us.”

Mr. Mullins has lived in Maine, Connecticut, New Mexico, Oregon and Vermont.

http://www.humanityswayforward.com (Humanity’s Way Forward – website)

http://frontiersofconsciousness.blogspot.com (The Edge of the Known by Seth Mullins – blog)

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