Wednesday, December 28, 2011

My Video Vacation - Calling Home

Here's another great romantic suspense trailer from Zee Monodee.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

My Video Vacation - I Can't Get Next to You

I'm almost done with my edits on Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing, then I'll start formatting for Kindle and Nook. In the meantime, I figured I'd throw a couple of my own trailers into the mix. Here's the one for I Can't Get Next to You, my last release, and the first inspirational novel I've published. Very edgy inspirational ...  Enjoy!  :)

Monday, December 26, 2011

My Video Vacation - Save The Best For Last by Bettye Griffin

I hope everyone had a fabulous Christmas! I sure did.

Here's today's book trailer:

Sunday, December 25, 2011

My Video Vacation - Merry Christmas!

Wishing everyone a blessed and peaceful Christmas! I'll be back to post a new book trailer tomorrow. Have a great day.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Missing in action ...

I’m down to the wire on my January 2nd release, so I won’t be blogging until after the first of the year. My wonderful friends have provided me with video trailers of their books to entertain you.

We begin today with Ursula Sinclair aka LaVerne Thompson.

Enjoy, and have a blessed and peaceful Christmas!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Sample Sunday

Just two more Sundays before Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing debuts! Here's another teaser for you.

Michael had become somewhat of a local celebrity among year-round residents of the Hamptons and summer inhabitants of the South Shore now that Lyrics was the number one club on the island. Entertainment Tonight had even mentioned the club as the hot spot for the beautiful people. For the first time since he’d come into his inheritance, he was actually living like a millionaire. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was completely enamored with his new life. Yet the time and personal attention it took to run the club was more than he or Dee had expected.

When Michael first approached Dee with his idea of opening a nightclub, she hadn’t been thrilled. As a new Christian who’d recently turned her back on the party scene, the idea of him getting involved in that life rubbed her the wrong way. Visions of her husband in the midst of a room full of intoxicated, crunk dancing revelers every night left a bitter taste in her mouth. But when he explained his concept of an upscale supper club featuring live jazz, the idea gradually grew on her.

At the beginning, Lyrics only opened on Friday through Sunday nights. Soon the requests started coming for private weeknight parties, and he couldn’t resist extending the schedule. The “rich and famous” didn’t distinguish between days of the week as working people did. Any night was right for partying. Now the club closed only on Monday and Tuesday.

Michael left home most days around four in the afternoon and didn’t get back home until the wee hours of the morning. By then he was so exhausted, he slept until ten or eleven. Before he left for work every day, he’d spend some quality time with Joe, knowing that by the time he returned home at night, the baby would have been sleeping for hours. Being a presence in his son’s life was almost an obsession. As far as Dee was concerned, he was an incredible father and husband. She couldn’t ask for more in a man.

Before they married, she had never counted herself among the millions of unmarried women who scratched and clawed for the handful of eligible single men She’d refused to buy into the media hype that because she was black and single, she had a better chance of a terrorist killing her than marrying. Dee believed with all her heart that God had someone unique and special for her. Comfortable and content with her single life and running her business, she’d made up her mind to wait for him, even if it meant waiting forever. Nurturing the business had knocked marriage out of the top slot on her priorities list.

Contrary to the advice of friends and relatives who’d accused her of being na├»ve, she’d waited for “Mr. Right” with stubborn determination, telling the doubters, “I don’t have to date half of the country to find him. He’s out there searching for me.” Then, when he came along and he turned out to be white, once again contrary to well-meaning advice, Dee went with her heart.

After they had dated for eight months, he proposed. She eagerly accepted and became Mrs. Michael Reese right after her thirty-second birthday. Dee considered every day worth the wait. Completely masculine, yet gentle, tender and generous to a fault, he was the kind of man she’d always wanted.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect, yet the past two years had been the best ones of her life. Both of them had strong personalities, which often fueled fiery arguments, but they always managed to settle matters before they got out of hand. She and Michael were committed to each other and often reminded themselves of one of their pastor’s favorite statements “Divorce is not an option.”


Krista came back into Lyrics two days later,  accompanied only by her bodyguard right before they opened for the night. Once she exiled her brawny overseer to a corner, she took a conspicuous seat at the end of the bar and waited for Michael to walk out of his office.

“Krista,” he said, stopping short in surprise. An early guest’s presence didn’t take him off guard, because even though it wasn’t common knowledge, he purposely left the doors unlocked for his pampered clientele who thought it an inconvenience to wait until a specified hour. Rather, he’d been sure that his disregard of Krista’s note had circumvented her interest.

“We’re not open yet for the night. Are you here for an early dinner?”

“Not exactly. Sit down and have a drink with me.”

He took the barstool next to her and told the bartender to give him a cranberry club soda. “I waited for your call, but it never came. Why not?”

“Because I’m a married man.”

“What’s the matter? All I said was that I wanted to see you,” she taunted.

He hadn’t yet dressed in his work clothes. Until it was time to open, he wore what he was most comfortable in – jeans and a t-shirt. Krista leaned toward him and ran a perfectly manicured fingernail up and down his exposed bicep.

“I’ll only be here for another week then I’m off to the winter shows in Europe. Paris and Milan are waiting for me.”

“I’m sure they are.” His eyes took in her legendary long legs, barely covered by a microscopic mini dress. He’d never seen anything so perfect in his life.

“I have a house here I hardly ever use because I’m always traveling. But when I am here, it’s always nice to have some visitors. It’ll be strictly business, Michael. I want to talk to you about scheduling another party when I come back to town. Are you available for that?”

What she really wanted was clear, and he was flattered. The flattery wasn’t what moved him though. Instead, it was a vision of running his hands up the legs that had graced so many runways and the thought of tasting the plump lips responsible for making women the world over buy the lipstick she advertised. His groin ached at thought of making love to the most beautiful woman in the world.

“I’m always available to discuss club business,” he said, trying to blink away the image. “When do you want to get together?”

“How’s Thursday afternoon for lunch?”

“I’ll put it on my calendar and call you,” he said, looking directly into her eyes and touching her hand gently. “Now I’ve gotta get back to work.”

She tossed her long hair back over one shoulder with an alluring smile then signaled her bodyguard that she was ready to leave.

Coming to Kindle and Nook January 2, 2012!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Special guest author - Suzanne White

I love meeting new friends online. Recently, I met author Suzanne White on Facebook. Although I am not a proponent of astrology, I thought my readers might like to know about her fascinating life. So, here's Suzanne:

I live in France. Have done since 1961. I have tried once or twice to return to live in the States. But it doesn't work for me. I have become attached to Latin culture. In winters now, I travel to Buenos Aires where I have a lovely apartment and a garden. I usually stay here from November through March. In summer I swap my house in France for places in countries I want to visit. Last year for example I spent July in a nice apartment in Treviso, Italy. August in Portland, Oregon in a loft. September in a country house outside of Sacramento California. I went there because I wanted to take singing lessons. I did that. I have swapped my house 25 times. Never had a problem.

1) How would you describe your story/book?

For the most part all of my books are about Chinese and Western astrologies. Astrology was never my favorite toy. But during my early writing years I had an agent who, after selling first novel to a major NY publisher, decided that I should begin writing non-fiction. I said, "What is non-fiction?" I really didn't know. I was a budding novelist. I only wanted to write more stories.

Ms. Literary Agent warned that novels don't make an author much money at first, that one might have to write several novels before bigger advances would be offered. I was a single mom. The agent said, "If you continue to write novels now, your children will starve."

That was decidedly THAT.  She made me a list of possible non-fiction topics: cooking, religion, history, beauty, fashion, decorating, household hints, dating and, of course, astrology.

"Astrology?" I balked. "Me write about astrology?" I knew next to nothing about planets and only knew what I did know about astrology because I had recently divorced a wonky Californian playboy whose hobby was astrology. Because he had used astrology to attempt to ruin my life (more about that in my autotbiogrpahy) I really did not want to go there.

"What about Chinese Astrology?" she said. "You had a little book about animal signs in your briefcase last time we met. Where is that book now?"

I did have a tiny cloth bound book I had bought in a head shop in Paris. It was called "Asian Astrology". The twelve animal signs were succinctly described. I found it fascinating.

"Why not write about the Chinese Astrology signs?" she suggested.

"But I don't know anything about Chinese Astrology." I whined.

"So learn," she said. And so I did learn, and then I wrote a fat book about the twelve animal signs. But so as not to thwart what remained of the novelist in my heart, I told of the signs' behavior in story form. Each animal behaves in a certain manner. I knew enough people who behaved according to their Chinese signs that I was able to turn my Chinese Astrology book into a storybook.

The book "Chinese Chance" (the publisher's title) was a huge success. It was 1975. The paperback rights sold for $110,000. That was a chunk of change for a starving single mother whose wealthy astrologer ex-husband didn't pay child support. I only got half. But still... it felt gorgeous. I could feed my family and go on being a writer. No more part time teaching jobs. No more retail sales. No more employment agencies. Thanks to astrology, I was a now professional writer.

So next time I went to sell a book, the publishers were only interested in books by me about astrology. They embargoed anything else. I ended up writing four best selling books about astrology.  I learned as I went. Now I am an astrologer.

But soon I long to become a novelist again. I am 73. Astrology has run its course in my life. I want more of a challenge. So I have put all my astrology content on the market. I will sell it all with my name. Let's hope that by the time I am 75, I am back writing novels.

When did you start writing? 

At age 32. In Paris where I lived.

When did you realize that you were a serious writer?

In 1971 when New York Cosmopolitan accepted the first article I ever wrote. When I got the letter, I remember jumping around the house crying, "I'm a writer! I'm a writer!"

When did you decide that you wanted to write a book?

In 1973. I had written several articles for women's magazines. McCall's and Cosmo sort of thing. A friend came for dinner .  He is a professor of comparative literature at Cornell. I had sat for the NATO exam that very morning to become a simultaneous translator. I found it so boring I was in tears.  He said "Why don't you write a book?" I cried even harder and groaned, "I can't write books. They're too long."

He replied, "I know two women who write books at Cornell. They are both far stupider than you."

After dinner, he and his wife left in a bit of a snit. I sat and thought and then I dragged out the portable Olivetti and wrote fifteen pages of my first book."

I stayed up all night. At dawn I went to their house and slid the fifteen pages under the door with a note saying, "Here's your #*&!@ book!"

That became by first book.  Ladyfingers. The one we sold in New York in 1975.

What is your writing process?

Tedious. I need utter silence and nobody in the house. Then I begin thinking up distractions. Once I get down to it, I write for hours. No matter what, when I am working on a nook, I must write at least four pages. Sometimes that takes eight hours. Sometimes it take four hours. Depends. .

Why did you publish on Kindle and other e-readers?

Because of Joe Konrath's blog. "A Newbie's Guide to Publishing." He is my guru.

What do you think of electronic books versus “real” (hard copy) books?

I have had a Kindle for four years. It was one of the first Kindles. I read almost exclusively on my Kindle. I know that e-books are the future. I have always had a hunch about this phenomenon. My first publisher, back in 1975, wanted to buy my electronic (they called them audio-visual) rights. I refused. I have never sold a single electronic right. I own them all and have been selling my books as e-books from my web site for almost ten years now. I just had a hunch it would one day be useful to own those rights. And I was not wrong.

Can you please tell us a little-known fact about yourself?

I am an excellent jazz singer.

How has your writing journey been so far?

Fantastic. Being a bonafide writer is a passport to everywhere. People find writing very complex and they are amazed you can do it - especially for a living. No social class or intellectual circle or any normally closed group will close the door on you. Everybody wants to know a writer. That part is fun. But the most fun is the actual writing.

Why did you self publish?

Because classical major publishers are old-fashioned, slow, obtuse and greedy. They take 90% of an author's earnings. Amazon gives us 70%. Amazon pays every month. Publishers pay twice a year. Amazon runs a daily tab on sales that we can consult. Publishers never divulge the real sales figures. They cook the books.

Self-publishing is more challenging, because you have to format and learn how to make covers and design the book. Then you also have to market it. But you have control. Handing over a manuscript to a publishing house is like giving up your baby for adoption. You lose all touch with your product. It's a helpless feeling.

Do you read other independently published authors works? Any favorites you would like to plug?

I have 190 books on my Kindle. Where to begin? Moses Siregar is a pal. So are you Chicki. There are too many to mention just one though.

Do you have any advice for someone who would like to be an Indie author or publisher?

Courage and determination. Also, do not be flattered  if a standard publisher wants to publish your books.. That is one of the biggest dangers we all face. It is flattering to hear that Simon and Shoestring want to print and sell your books. But that flattery lasts about the length of time of a wedding night. From then on in it is slog and drudge and no money for the work you are doing. Plus they are picky and maybe slam a title on your book that you hate or a cover that wouldn't sell ice to a Caribbean hotelkeeper. It's very frustrating. Once I published a book with Harper Collins in San Francisco. I wrote 400 pages. The proofs came back as 100 pages. I said HUH? They said the designer liked it better that way. Then I read the proofs. My editors were lesbians. They had taken out every reference to man/woman sex. Everybody was IT. I shrieked blood murder. They said if I wanted it put back the original way I would have to rewrite the book myself. I rewrote the book myself. It was a book about romantic compatibilities  in astrology. I called it The Astrology of Love. They re-titled it. Suzanne White's Guide to Love.

Thanks to their incompetent handling of that book it sold very badly. Why? Because it was never shelved in the astrology section of the bookstore. It was in self-help as a Guide to Love. I got the rights back last year and will be publishing it through Amazon Createspace.

Do you have any new works coming out soon that you can tell us about?



It's all the horoscopes for every month for all 24 signs of the two zodiacs. It's a big book.  It's available on Kindle and on my web site. It will soon be a print book too. Again thanks to Createspace

What advice would you give to a first-time author thinking of self-publishing on Kindle?

First, write a good book then read all the KDP directions carefully as though you were taking a new, dangerous medication and need to know everything about the side affects before swallowing one milligram. Next, do as they say and you have a book to put on Kindle and hope it will sell.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Tricia Schneider's Interview with a Witch and a Werewolf

My name is Tricia Schneider and I'm a paranormal romance author. I have two short stories currently available in The Merriweather Witches series. Since this is my very first official character interview, I decided to travel to the home of Lord Jeremy North in England and talk with the characters from my first short story, The Witch and the Wolf.

After knocking on the door for what seemed like several long, long minutes, I wondered if Lord Jeremy North had decided to ignore my request for an interview. He was temperamental at times. I shivered as the snow continued to fall and promised myself that if he or his man, Amery, didn't answer this door in another twenty seconds, I was driving to Caldwell House to interview Sebastian Collins from The Witch and the Vampire, instead. At least I knew Sebastian's butler would answer the door! A moment later, the door creaked open and my hero, Lord Jeremy North, stood upon the threshold looking sexy as hell with his dark hair and green eyes.

Jeremy: "Again? Why must it always be snowing in your imagination? And where's your cloak?"

Me: "Hello to you, too. I left my jacket in the car. I didn't think it would take an eternity for you to answer the door."

Jeremy: "What is a car?"

Oh, yeah. He's from the early nineteenth century. He doesn't know about cars, yet. Hmm...apparently I can travel time and cross oceans within seconds. All without a jacket. Awesome.

Me: "I meant carriage. Can I come in?"

Jeremy: "Of course." He moved aside, allowing me some space to enter. "You're not going to faint, are you?"

Me, following him in and shaking the snow from my hair: "No. Unlike Lillian, I have not been trudging through the blizzard for hours. And I can feel all my fingers and toes, so there's no need for you to help me undress." I paused, looking at him from top to bottom and reconsidered. "That is unless..."

Lillian appeared. She raised a dark eyebrow, catching that last statement from me and I blushed. So, okay, I had a crush on my hero. Who wouldn't?? But, Jeremy paid me no mind. His eyes and his heart were Lillian Merriweather's. In fact, he turned to her and his face brightened.

Lillian, however, is a forgiving sort, especially regarding her She smiled warmly and came forward to take my hands in hers.

Lillian: "You're here. At last! Welcome!"

Me: "Yes, er, thank you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they led me into the drawing room where I found a nice, comfy seat. Lillian sat beside me and Jeremy sauntered over to the fireplace where a cozy fire warmed the room nicely.

Lillian: "Where shall we begin?"

Me, taking out my notebook and pen: "Well, my readers would like to know a little about you both. Maybe we can begin with how you met?"

Lillian: "Very well. I was running away from my evil Uncle Arden and his intentions to marry me off to one of his old...very old, friends. I found Lord North's house quite by accident when I became lost in a blizzard. He kindly took me in, even during some unforeseen circumstances."

She looked at Jeremy and smiled.

Jeremy: "Yes, once a month, during every full moon I send the servants away from the house. Only my man, Amery, remains with me. It was unfortunate that Lillian happened upon me during that particular moment. You see, I suffer from a curse. I'm a werewolf."

Me: "That must haven been awkward."

Jeremy: "As a matter of fact, yes. Of course, I could not explain to her. No one but Amery knew of my condition. We took great measures to keep people protected from the monster I become. When she arrived, we had great difficulty deciding what must be done."

Lillian: "To add to that dilemma, Lord North had no idea that I was being pursued. I fear, if he knew the truth, he'd have never opened that door, and I would have frozen on the doorstep!"

Jeremy, smiling with affection toward Lillian: "Of course, that's not true."

Lillian: "But, I had other secrets, too, did I not?"

Me: "Okay, okay, let's not give too much away. You know, I still want people to buy my book!"

Jeremy: "Well, that seems rather nonsensical. You've already given away our secrets from the title. Readers will know I am a werewolf and Lillian is a witch. The very identities we've sought to keep hidden, you've announced quite plainly for all to see."

Me: "Well, when you put it like that..."

Lillian: "Although, I haven't explained how Lord North handled having a woman in his house during a full moon. Or what happened when my uncle-"

Me, raising my hand: "Yes, I think that's enough. I don't want to overstay my welcome. I'm sure you want to get back to...whatever you two were doing. I have what I need now. Thank you both."

I stood, my notebook tucked safely under my arm. Lillian stood with me, smiling.

Lillian: "Of course, you want to get back to your writing. You have much to do."

Me, lifting my head to look at her: "I do? But, I wrote your story. And your sister's story. What else do I have to do?"

Lillian, smiling: "Melora and I are not the only Merriweather's in England, you know."

Me, startled: "Oh? And who are they? What's their story?"

Jeremy, sighing with impatience: "Is that not your duty? You are the author here. Go! You have stories to tell!"

See, I told you. Temperamental.


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About the Author:
Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance fiction. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked in a bookstore as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Now she writes full-time while raising her 3 children. She lives in the coal country of Pennsylvania with her WWII re-enactor husband.
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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Agremon Dishes About His Charming Self by Deena Remiel

Please pardon the following blog post. I was going to write something completely different, but Agremon busted into my office and snatched my computer! Before I had a chance to get it back, he’d already written this and locked it so I can’t change it. Silly demon… doesn’t he realize I can write him out of a storyline? ~ Deena Remiel


By Agremon the Terrible
I’m gonna lay it on the line for all of you right now. If you wanna live, don’t mess with me. They call me Agremon, The Terrible, and I live up to that reputation. Don’t piss me off, don’t look at me funny, and don’t even breathe in my direction. I WILL come to you in your dreams and scare you literally to death. You’ve been warned.

Why am I such a delightful fellow? You try spending eternity being scorned by The Brethren and sucking up to Satan every freakin’ day. He has me running around his cult compound like I’m some grunt or slave. Okay, so I am his henchman, but where are the perks he promised me, I ask you? And now Satan… oh excuse me, he’s calling himself Namirha these days, is on my butt to find this kid he thinks is the answer to his gaining ultimate power over the world. Yawn. I’ve got something else in mind for her, but if I tell ya, I’ll have to kill ya. Now that doesn’t sound so bad come to think of it.

I guess I’m supposed to be talking about TRINITY, A Brethren Novel, but really, why would I want to acknowledge the Brethrens’ immortal existence when I’m more appealing and immortal, too? All right! So they look prettier than me. And women swoon over them. I used to look like them… once. Before I gained immeasurable power, that is. I’d much rather look like I do now. I scare the crap out of people and that suits me just fine. Not sure if it’s my razor sharp needle-like teeth, or the thorny protrusions all over my body that does it. It could be my charming personality.

Whatever kills them, though, it’s all good to me.

Hey, I know you. You like sarcasm, a sharp wit, and bad demons. I come by all that naturally. When others are dying for Michael and Raphael trading cards, you’ll be clamoring for one of ME! Embrace your inner demon… start an Agremon fan club in your neighborhood. I promise to give you anything your measly, human heart desires. Now, get the hell out of here! You’ve wasted enough my time! Hell, I guess I should tell you to read Trinity, A Brethren Novel. But NOT for the Brethren! Read it because I’M in it!

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Sample Sunday

Continuing Sample Sunday excerpts from my January 2, 2012 release, Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing.

Dee and Michael Reese have been married for two years. They have a loving, passionate marriage, are raising a beautiful toddler, and successfully managing two businesses. The Reeses are actively involved in their church, but their perfect life is unraveling at the seams.

Can Dee’s marriage survive the ultimate betrayal? And will Michael pay for this betrayal with his life?

Michael straddled one of the kitchen stools. “Didn’t you go to that mother’s club thing today? How was it?”

“The meeting wasn’t bad, but some of those women didn’t thrill me. As a matter of fact, when I mentioned your name I got an unsolicited commentary on your sex appeal from a woman named Michelle Diamond.”

His eyes widened. “Mine? What are you talking about?”

“She wanted to know how I hooked you and how I dealt with all of the women that want you?”

He licked his bottom lip and grinned at her. “And you handled it non-violently, I hope.”

“I’ll put it this way; if I decide to go back, I don’t expect her to talk to me again.”

“Does it really bother you when people say things like that to you?”

“Yes, sometimes it does. No woman wants to be told by another woman that her husband is a chick magnet.”

“Baby, I don’t encourage them or anything. These women are different from most of the people we know. They’re bold, aggressive and used to getting their own way. I’m learning how to get across to them in a pleasant and inoffensive way that I’m not interested. There’s a delicate balance to maintain.”

“Honey, you know I’ve never been the jealous type. From the first night we met at Shondell’s housewarming party, it was clear I wasn’t the only woman in the room that was interested in you. You don’t even have to try to attract their attention. It’s your ‘aura’, as they say. Women are naturally drawn to a self-confident man, especially when he’s as fit and as fine as you are.” She winked at him. “Once we started dating, I realized either I’d have to get used to it or stay upset all the time. This is different though, because I’m not around to witness when it happens.”

An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach when his mood suddenly turned serious. He lifted her chin and looked her in the eye. “Just because they’re attracted to me doesn’t mean the feelings are mutual. I don’t want them. I want you. My offer for you to be a partner in the club with me still stands. Put your business on hold for a while and come in with me. Then you can keep an eye on those barracudas yourself.”

“Come on. You know my being there wouldn’t stop them for a minute. In fact, knowing a man is married turns on a lot of them. Besides my business has taken off. If I put it on hold now I might never get that momentum back again. I’ll adjust eventually.” The last thing she wanted to do was sound as if she was complaining. His new business was so much better than his former job. She recalled that nightmare all too well.

When they first started dating, Michael had worked as a private bodyguard. He never revealed the identity of his employer until Dee questioned his erratic working hours and the mysterious phone calls that often took him away from their evenings together. Dee would never forget the night he revealed the true nature of his employment.

“Why are you so secretive about your job?” she asked one night after they had finished watching a movie at her apartment.

Michael exhaled a long whoosh of air. “I shouldn’t tell you any of this, but you deserve an explanation.” He hesitated as though searching for the right words, which gave her pause. “I work for Sweet Osborne.”

           Dee gasped. “The record producer?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, studying the astonishment on her face. “I met one of his associates at the gym where I used to box, and we got to know each other. He knew I was looking for a job and offered to approach Sweet about considering me for a bodyguard position. Now do you understand why I didn’t mention it?”

Rumor on the gossip sites claimed that Osborne, the founder of a major record label ordered the shooting of a top rapper signed to a rival label. Shrewd and cunning, Osborne had somehow avoided charges. Media accounts of his alleged strong-arm tactics even included him dangling a supposedly difficult artist over a twentieth floor hotel balcony.

“Why in God’s name would you take a job working for him?” Dee asked, horrified that he would have close connections with the gangster producer. “You don’t need the money.” In spite of the fact that Michael had come into a substantial inheritance left to him by his grandfather at the age of eighteen, he’d been determined to make his own living and not touch the windfall.

           “It’s not what you think, Dee. I’m not one of henchmen. I’m his   

          “And that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

From that night on, a lump of apprehension lodged in Dee’s throat every time he left for work. His schedule varied, and he shared the responsibility with two other bodyguards, so he’d spent a lot of time at home when he wasn’t traveling with Sweet’s entourage. Michael’s time out of town rarely extended past a couple of days at a time. And he enjoyed accompanying his boss to music awards shows in Los Angeles, Las Vegas or Miami, exclusive restaurants and invitation-only bashes hosted by other industry shot callers. The six-figure salary Sweet paid him was an added bonus. Even though he was the only Caucasian member of the multi-millionaire’s staff, Michael became one of Osborne’s most trusted employees.

Michael’s harrowing job situation wasn’t the only issue they’d had to deal with since taking their vows two years earlier. There had been those people who’d believed their interracial marriage was doomed to inevitable failure – saying they wouldn’t last three months. Even his mother, Vivian, who had been their most vocal critic early in the relationship, finally had to admit their marriage was working.

Coming to Kindle and Nook January 2, 2012!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Interview with Mercedes Kingsley by author Lynda Kaye Frazier

My name is Lynda Kaye Frazier and I write Suspense Romances. I’ve finished my first book, Rescued from the Dark, and I’m half way through my second. Yet to be published, but hopeful.
A little background on the story.

Rescued from the Dark:
What if you woke up from a nightmare to find you're trapped in a world of darkness, with no memory of how you got there? Rescued from the Dark is a passionate, gripping story about an FBI agent, Jason Michaels, who risks everything, even his life, to save Mercedes Kingsley, the FBI intern who stole his heart, then walked away.
Mercedes finds herself caught up in and International nightmare, trying to remember who she can trust and who she can't. With the kidnappers vowing to get her back, no matter what the cost, for their secrets that are locked in her memory. In a race against time Jason and Mercy struggle to fight their attraction, and put their differences aside, as they launch a manhunt with the FBI to save their country and each other.


I am interviewing Mercedes (Mercy) Kingsley. She is an FBI intern waiting on a response from her application to the Academy. She's struggling with her need to be part of the FBI and her attraction to a fellow agent, Jason Michaels, while hiding a secret that will destroy everything she has worked so hard to build.

Lynda: “Welcome Ms. Kingsley. I've asked you here to go over a few items in your application for the Academy. I’ve reviewed your paperwork and would like you to tell me about the incidents that caused your father’s retirement 10 years ago.”

Mercy; Mercy swallowed hard and rubbed her sweaty palms together. "It was a botched kidnapping that ended my father’s career." They just don’t need to know what else ended that night.

Lynda; “Could I have details please, I need it for the application. You failed to give information that we will need for the review board.”

Mercy: “My parents are partners in a software firm. There were threats made to the company and I was kidnapped because of them. My Father, and his partner Ron Daily, found out where I was. My Dad did not follow protocol and he came in without back-up. But because he did, I was saved. His career died that night and so did my dream to be an agent. I could not apply for the Academy as long as my dad struggled to get his life back. But, as you have read, it’s been 10 years and I realized that being an agent was the only think I wanted to do. So I pursued the internship and applied to the Academy.” Mercy’s heart was racing, stay in control, this will be over soon.

Lynda: “Are your parents fine with the decision? You know your father will be interviewed, and I know him. His opinion will be taken into account.”

Mercy: “I know how this will affect my parents but they will back my decision. I didn’t want to tell them until I had my acceptance letter.” Mercy swallowed past the lump of fear that swelled in her throat. I don’t want to tell them until I’m in the Academy. Ron said they weren’t going to talk to my dad. What changed?

Lynda: "I see that you had counseling after the kidnapping and treatment for anxiety. You also suffer from claustrophobia. Those are issues that need to be resolved before the board review. It will affect your ability to be an agent.”

Mercy: Mercy clenched her fists so tight her nails dug into the palms of her hands. How did they find out? Ron said no one would know, and I would have time to figure a way around it. What else can go wrong? “My counseling was complete and I was released. I attached my past medical records in my application. My issue with claustrophobia is in the past. That should also be stated in my medical papers.”

Lynda: “It is. I just wanted to hear you say it, and make me believe it. During the Academy you will be working closely with Ron Daily and his team. Will that be a problem for you? I see you have a close relationship with them, and a personal one with Jason Michaels. Have you read the rules Mercy? We have guidelines, and if this is an issue I want to know now.”

Mercy; Mercy’s chest tightened and her hands shook under the table. Her throat burned as she struggeled to catch her breath. She had to stop the panic attack before it ruined everything. It will kill her application quicker than that kiss. The memory still warmed her lips but she knew the rules, and the pain she saw in his eyes as she walked away will always haunt her. “It will not be an issue. Agent Daily and his team have helped me during my internship, and that’s all. We have a close working relationship only. Mr. Michaels and I do not have any kind of relationship, nor do we plan on having one. We both are aware of the rules and what is at stake if any are broken.”

Lynda: “Ok as long as you are aware that they will also be interview”

Mercy: Mercy took a deep breath as the phone rang.

Lynda: “I need to take this. I believe I have everything I need. I will contact you when the board reviews your application. Make sure you discuss this with your family. We will be contacting them soon”

Mercy quickly left room as her heart pounded in her ears. She had to find her parents and talk to them, but she had to see Jason first, if he’ll see her. Mercy swallowed past the fear in her throat. She has told so many lies to hide the truth, and hid a few secrets she’s not ready for anyone to know, and it’s all closing in on her fast.
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Thursday, December 8, 2011

My Interview with Kip Lee

I am continuing my interviews with the seven singles sharing a summer house in Beach Haven, New Jersey. Since I’ve previously talked with two of the women, today my subject is the most vocal of the male residents, college drama instructor, Ogden “Kip” Lee. When I step outside onto the back deck, I try not to show my reaction at finding him wearing only a pair of baggy shorts and a pair of sunglasses. Kip’s physical appearance is impossible to ignore. I honestly expect him to cock an eyebrow and ask if I can smell what he’s cooking.

Kip: (clasping his hands behind his head and his biceps suddenly expand like he blew them up with a bicycle pump.) “So, what can I do for you?

Me: (Wow, loaded question. I sink into the cushioned Adirondack chair next to him and place my recorder on the table between us.) Do you mind?

Kip: Not at all, sweetheart.

Me: (Normally I would’ve launched into a speech about political correctness after being called sweetheart by a man I just met. But somehow I sensed that he didn’t mean it in a condescending way.) You know I’ve already spoken with Shontae and Kinnik, but before I leave I’d like to get the male perspective on your summer arrangement. Why are you here?

Kip: (removes his shades and rests them on the table) You mean the ladies didn’t give you their opinions already?

Me: They did, but I’d like to hear it from you.

Kip: No reason to front. I’m only here to relax and party. No goals. No ulterior motives. I work hard while school is in session, but once vacation starts I leave Professor Lee in New York and go back to being just plain old Kip.

Me: (thinking there was nothing at all plain about this chocolate Adonis) So, how do you see things going this summer?

Kip: (scratches his chin and smiles) To tell you the truth, nobody ever knows how it’s going to go. This summer I’m the only one who’s not waiting for something. They’re all on some kind of countdown.

Me: Which of the countdowns do you see coming to fruition?

Kip: From what I’ve picked up from listening to the women, Jo’s hoping Walt pops the question. It’s not happening, if you ask me.

Me: What do you mean?

Kip: (snickers) Walt’s been married twice, and he and Jo have been together five years. I know what a man looks like when he’s content, and in my opinion he looks pretty content with things just the way they are. Doc has a plan, and for his sake, I hope Linda’s finally ready.

Me: Why?

Kip: (sighs and then smiles) Because he’s banking on it. Ever since last summer, he’s basically taken himself out of circulation for her. If it were anyone but Lin, I’d say he made a stupid move.

There are too many women in this world to sit around waiting for one to decide whether she wants you or not. I don’t think she’d do it on purpose, but I hope Lin doesn’t end up jerking him around.

Me: You said everyone is waiting for something. I didn’t get that impression from Kinnik.

Kip: (chuckles) As long as there are men around, K always has a target. I’m afraid she’ll use her mojo on Devon.

Me: Afraid? Why?

Kip: Shontae won’t have a chance if K aims both barrels at my boy.

Me: She is stunning.

Kip: Kinnik isn’t just beautiful. She’s got skills. (He winks, and I choose to let the comment slide.)

Me: But Shontae seems to be a really sweet person.

Kip: (frowns) She is, and that’s the problem. Sometimes being sweet can work against you. She doesn’t know how to fight dirty. It’s not in her. Fighting dirty is all Kinnik knows. I just hope I don’t end up having to pry their claws out of each other.

Me: I understand you invited Devon this year. Do you see him fitting in with a group that’s been together three years?

Kip: Devon can adapt to anything. That’s why he’s such a good actor.

Me: From what I’ve seen, you folks are in the minority here on the island. Does that bother you?

Kip: (The way his mouth twists, I see I’ve hit a tender topic.) Not me.

Me: Do you think your neighbors are as open minded?

Kip: No matter what their attitudes are, I’m still gonna do Kip. The neighbors don’t have anything to do with my social life. Besides the ladies vacationing in Beach Haven don’t have any problems with it. As far as I’m concerned, women are women. I believe in equal opportunity.

Me: Well, I hope your summer turns out to be all you’re expecting.

Kip: (scans me from head to toe before returning his sunglasses to his face with a devious smirk) Oh it will. Why don’t you stick around for a few days? You’d fit right in.

Me: (feeling a bit uneasy from his scrutiny and the underlying sensuality in his tone) Thanks, but I have a deadline to meet and my editor won’t take any excuses. It was great meeting you, Kip.

Kip: (clasps his hands behind his head once more) You too, sweetheart. If you change your mind, we’ll make room for you.

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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Interview with Liam and Mel by author Sherry Gloag

From Now Until Forever by Sherry Gloag

For Now Until forever Blurb:

For Prince Liam, families meant bad news, unwanted commitments, and the loss of his personal freedom. Love spawned white picket fences, slippers at the hearth with a wife and kids making demands, so why did those images disappear when he met Melanie Babcot?

Melanie Babcot fought hard to escape the horrors of her youth and vowed to remain single and free, so when paid to protect Prince Liam from insurgents why did her personal pledge fly out the window?


SG: Melanie, tell us how you copped the assignment to protect a prince?

Melanie: As a member of the palace security I’d worked closely with his father the king. He insisted I got the job of looking after Liam.

Liam: *mutters* I’m a grown man, I didn’t need looking after.

Melanie: *indignation* No? Then what about the day the insurgents nearly killed you?

Liam: That was one day, after three years of my managing just fine.

SG: *hiding a wry grin, she turns to Melanie* Had you met the prince before the assignment?

Melanie: I’d seen him around, but not been introduced to him. He prefers horses to people…

Liam: I did! I’ve admitted that, but not anymore. I know where my priorities lie now.

Melanie: *grins, and in an aside to me* It took a while, but he got there in the end.

SG *turns to Prince Liam* How did you feel when you discovered Melanie was being paid to protect you?

Liam: I -what do the Americans say- 'plead' the 5th Amendment.

SG: You’re not an American, you can’t do that.

Liam: Very well, I am a prince. *He gives me a haughty stare –but his eyes are twinkling.*

Melanie: * gasps* Liam, you didn’t just say that! Apologise at once and answer the question.

Liam: *grins openly* No Mel, I’m not answering that question. If folk want to know my reactions then I suggest they buy From Now Until Forever to find out.

SG: *sighs, knowing when she’s beaten. One more question to Melanie, then.

Melanie: *nods in agreement*

SG: What did you think of Prince Liam’s homeland the first time you saw it.

Melanie: In a word? Awesome. When I first saw those mountains, they reminded me of you and me, *she turns to Liam and grinned.*

SG: Explain.

Liam: *Stands and tugs on Melanie’s hand before speaking.* You said ‘one question’. That was it.

SG: * swallows another sigh.* Thank you both for your time.

SG: watches them leave and knows she’ll miss both of them.

Author Bio:

Multi-published author, Sherry Gloag is a transplanted Scot now living in the beautiful coastal countryside of Norfolk, England. She considers the surrounding countryside as extension of her own garden, to which she escapes when she needs "thinking time" and solitude to work out the plots for her next novel. While out walking she enjoys talking to her characters, as long as there are no other walkers close by.

Apart from writing, Sherry enjoys gardening, walking, reading and cheerfully admits her books tend to take over most of the shelf and floor space in her workroom-cum-office. She also finds crystal craft work therapeutic.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Character Interview from author Roxanne Kade


Hello, everyone. My name is Roxanne Kade and I am the author of THE BLOODY CRESCENT BOOK 1: THERIAN. Today it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to Amberlyn Darksky. When Amber received her acceptance letter to Cyprus Falls University, little did she know that her life would change forever. Vampires, werewolves and dark family secrets would soon lead her to her true destiny.

ROXY: Hello, Amber. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today.

AMBER: *nods head slowly* Hello.

ROXY: The last few months have been anything but easy for you. How are you holding up?

AMBER: Um...Okay, I guess. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to feel any more. So much has happened and so much has changed. I just have to take each day as it comes.

ROXY: Well, I'm sure things will get better. *reaches over and pats Amber's hand* Let us start from the beginning, shall we? For so many years Carmine kept you hidden on the family estate. Didn't you ever wonder why? Didn't you ever think that there was more to it than him just wanting to keep you safe?

AMBER: When I was younger, I guess I never knew any better. My father was my world and he made me believe that staying hidden was for my own protection. I never understood why until I was a little older. Carmine always used my "gift" as an excuse for keeping me from enjoying life. He said people would never accept me. That's when Guili and I started with the college applications. I had to show Carmine that I was as normal as anyone else. I never thought that there was something more to the story...

ROXY: This "gift" you speak of. Tell me more about it.

AMBER: Oh, I don't know. I really shouldn't speak about it.

ROXY: Come on! It's me, Roxy, you can tell me anything.

AMBER: *sighs* Okay, fine. I suppose it is the least of my problems at the moment...ever since I can remember, I've been able to see people's memories. And I feel every emotion that comes with those memories. It's a curse really.

ROXY: Are you crazy? That is an amazing gift to have. I can only imagine the things you have seen. What did you see when you touched me?

AMBER: Please, I'm really not in the mood to discuss this any further. Could we just move onto something else?

ROXY: Okay, okay *holds up hands* Tell us about Tayelon.

AMBER: *blushes uncontrollably* Next!

ROXY: Oh no! You're not getting off that easily. Tell us about the first time you ever saw thought he was "smoking hot", right?

AMBER: Yeah, he was. He still is! The first time I saw him I lost all control of myself. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think. I thought my heart was going to literally leap from my chest! I couldn't stop staring into his eyes. Oh, he has the most gorgeous hazel eyes!

ROXY: Hmm, something tells me you don't hate him as much as you want us all to believe.

AMBER: But I do...I mean, after what he did, how could I not!?! He almost killed me! And even though he didn't kill Carmine, he played a major part in it. If only he had been honest with me from the beginning, maybe things would have ended differently.

ROXY: Can you really blame him though? Would it have made any difference if he had told you the truth from the start?

AMBER: Of course it would have. I accepted him for what he was and if he had told me about Carmine and the history with his family, perhaps I could have changed things. I needed answers. I needed Carmine to tell me the truth, but before I got that chance, Tayelon and the rest of the pack rushed in and killed him!

ROXY: Okay, but surely you can understand why they did that. Your father was an evil fiend after all.

AMBER: Yes, that's true. But he was still my father. How do I not hate Tayelon for taking him from me?

ROXY: Amber, I still get the sense that you love Tayelon. Do you?

AMBER: I...I...*squirms in her chair* I hate him, I do. But I can't stop thinking about him, and wanting him. My heart aches every time I think of him. *sighs* Loving and hating someone at the same time is too exhausting. It's driving me crazy.

ROXY: That bring me to the next question. Maghon Thomas of Abbeville, LA, wants to know if you'll ever be able to forgive Tayelon for the choices he made?

AMBER: I don't a way I have. But I'll never forget what he did. He lied to me, hurt me in the worst possible way. I don't know if there's any way we could ever go back to what we were before. I'm just so confused at the moment. I don't know what to believe...all I wanted was to be normal...*holds head in hands and silently begins to sob*

ROXY: I think that is our cue to wrap things up. Join me again on December 15th when I will be chatting to *cups mouth with hand and whispers* Tayelon Cree, who will tell us his side of the story.


All Amberlyn Darksky has ever wanted is to be normal. But what if normal is everything supernatural and legendary?

Amber has never been ordinary. She has a gift, the ability to see memories through simple touch, and for her it’s a curse. Especially when she has to relive her mother’s death the night she was born, through her father’s eyes. Leading a sheltered life for years under his constant watch has her yearning for freedom and her acceptance into Cyprus Falls University gives her just that.

She is immediately plunged into a world of true love, heartache, seduction, and horror. With a deepening affection for Tayelon Cree, whose sparkling hazel eyes leave her breathless, and the undeniable allure of Lucard Colbaine, who seems to be immune to her gift, can she accept what either of them represent in her life? And what about the steely-eyed vampire who invades her dreams? When the blackouts and nightmares begin, Amber fears the pain that rips into her soul and threatens to destroy her. Before long she is faced with the truth of her destiny as well as the devastating secrets that surround the people she holds dearest; dark secrets that will truly change the course of her very existence. Amber doesn’t know if she has the strength to accept the hand fate has dealt her. She will have to fight as hard as possible to remain human while the beasts inside her rage to take over.

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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sample Sunday

Today I am posting the first excerpt from my upcoming January release, Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing.

Here's a short blurb:

Dee and Michael Reese have been married for two years. They have a loving, passionate marriage, are raising a beautiful toddler, and successfully managing two businesses. The Reeses are actively involved in their church, but their perfect life is unraveling at the seams.

Can Dee’s marriage survive the ultimate betrayal? And will Michael pay for this betrayal with his life?

Excerpt #1

Chapter One

Michael recognized Krista Maxwell right away when she strutted into Lyrics with her entourage. Her unmistakable flowing ebony tresses, full lips and forty-four-inch legs had catapulted her to worldwide supermodel status. The twenty-six-year-old dark, exotic beauty often likened to Angelina Jolie, also had a reputation for being extremely wild.

Her personal assistant had arranged with Troy, his manager, to hold a party at the club. Michael hadn’t met her in person yet. Now Troy was on vacation, and he and Rita, the hostess, had to handle greeting and seating guests in the filled to capacity club. They didn’t have a free moment to breathe.

Michael went through his usual charming host routine as they greeted the supermodel’s arriving party, and for the next two hours, he and Rita catered to the group’s every need. A successful celebrity event could put a nightclub on the map and add thousands of dollars to its monthly income statement. The chef received kudos for his excellent presentation of the menu selections. In the short span of time, the famous fashionista’s party had devoured three bottles of Cristal, two fifths of Absolut, a couple of bottles of Courvoisier, miscellaneous mixed drinks and wine. The bar tab ran well over two thousand dollars in addition to the cost of their meals.

Michael’s busyness came to a screeching halt when Krista sashayed onto the dance floor alone. Krista had consumed a little too much Cristal and, when she realized Michael was watching her, she performed what he could only compare to a pole dance minus the stainless steel. In a backless mini-dress that didn’t amount to much more than a handkerchief, she licked her lips and ran her hands through her tousled hair as her breasts rose and fell in rhythm to the thumping bass. He actually stopped breathing; hypnotized by the way she writhed and twisted with her gaze locked to his. Michael remained transfixed, frozen in place until the music ended. He rubbed the back of his neck and self-consciously wiped away the sweat that drenched his neck. The instant he got his feet to move, he rushed back to his office hoping none of his staff or guests noticed how aroused he’d become.

In the cool, quiet privacy, he shut the door, fell back against it and tried to close out the images swirling in his mind. The deep breath he took did little to slow his thundering heartbeat. Krista’s little performance was the most erotic thing he’d seen since the exotic dancer Troy had hired to perform at his bachelor party. Even though his best friend knew better than anyone that Michael’s new beliefs conflicted with the traditional bachelor party festivities, as the best man, Troy had arranged the kind of party he himself wanted.

An involuntary smile eased onto his face before his thoughts could develop into a full-blown lewd fantasy, a sick feeling of guilt forced them down.

“What’s wrong with you? That girl just had too much to drink. She wasn’t coming on to you. Even if she were, it wouldn’t make any difference. You’re a married man.

Eventually, Michael raised himself off the door, walked over to his desk and shuffled through a stack of bills. His eyes focused on the papers, yet his mind’s eye could still see Krista’s perfectly proportioned body undulating to the music. Her beautiful face with those famous glossy lips beckoned to him. Like someone trying to dislodge sleep after a long nap, he scrubbed his face this time speaking to himself out loud. “Get a grip. You’ve got work to do.”

Coming January 2, 2012 to Kindle and Nook!