Thursday, April 30, 2015

Cover reveal!

I love when I get the cover for an upcoming release! Book Four in the Stafford Brothers series has a cover thanks to Cover Me Book Covers for another great job.


Friday, April 17, 2015

New Release Spotlight!

Angelia Vernon Menchan is an author I both respect and admire. Today I am pleased to feature her brand new release, Trinidad and April's Amelie.


Amelie rolled awake, her body bumping up against Trinidad. She finally asked his name after more than ten days together. He was one fine specimen but she wondered why he was hanging around. He disappeared hours at a time but returned. He hadn't asked for anything other than the pleasure of her body and the pleasure had been all hers. He even brought her meals. The last two nights she slept with him stone, cold sober and he was a freaking master. Standing up, she stretched before walking into the bathroom. After using it and washing up she sat on the balcony, dressed in the plush white robe staring out at the sea. Trinidad woke up watching her. She was a beautiful woman but so troubled. Feeling him watching her, she looked inside and he walked out to her.
"What's going on in your sober mind?" He asked. She turned her head away before answering.
"I was thinking how I got here. Everything's an impulse with me. Since my mom died, I've impulsively lived my life, chasing dope and men, men and dope. I even stole sperm and had my brother in laws baby." He knew that but remained quiet. "They have him now and I'm sure with their money and connections he's now legally theirs. It's just as well. I'm no ones mommy. I'm simply the bad twin to perfect April." Bitterness was on her tongue. He grabbed his chest in mock horror.
"Please don't tell me there are two of you."
"Whatever. She's nothing like me. She's smarter, married and special. I'm the late born twin who lost oxygen to her brain and could never get the right grades, make the right choices so instead I had fun."
"You're jealous."
"I'm past jealous. I'm obsessed. No one loves April more than me. No one hates April more than me. I would kill the person who ever hurt her but there have been times I wanted to kill the life she has." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close to him. "Trinidad, why are you still here?"
"I wish I knew." He said honestly. He understood being an outsider and feeling less than. That was several years of his life. But after joining the military and later starting his own private consulting business he found some semblance of normalcy. But there were times when he was still that abused foster kid.

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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Seven Things...

There's a challenge going around Facebook right now, and before anyone tags me, I figured I'd answer it here. The theme of this challenge is to post seven things most people don't know about me as a writer.

1. I never write my manuscripts by hand. I find handwriting annoying and painful, since I type 100 words a minute. Being a secretary/administrative assistant for so many years made me a keyboard woman.


2.  Even though I never hand-write, I have an addiction for buying gel pens. I use them for editing on hard copy, and I have an extensive collection divided between my laptop bag, my purse and my desk in the office. Mostly I do my editing in bright pink ink, but I also use purple and aqua. 

3.  Every time I finish reading a great book, I go through an inevitable "I suck as a writer. I could never write anything like this" phase for a day or two.

4.  Ever since I started writing, I've been a plotter. Before I start a book, I create an outline, story timeline, photo collage of the characters, but recently I discovered I'm becoming more of a pantser. Perhaps that's because I know the characters in the Stafford Brothers series so well, I don't need to do so much preliminary work.

5.  I still have a copy of the first story I ever wrote in first grade. My mother saved it in the baby book she'd created for me. I found it in her belongings after she passed on. It was about a snowstorm.

6.  Speaking of storms, even though I love writing at the beach, I do some of my best writing in bad weather - especially when it's raining hard. 

7. The first book I published was actually the fourth one I'd written.

I'm not going tag anyone here. If I get challenged, I'll tag them on Facebook.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Upcoming Book Discussion!

I’ve been invited by authors Tia Kelly and Nia Forrester to do a discussion about DON’T STOP TILL YOU GET ENOUGH and the other books in the series!

It will be held on Sunday, April 26 at 5:00 pm. I’ll also be giving away a few Amazon gift cards, so click on the link below if you want to join us.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

I'm Losing You - Excerpt #3

Here is the weekly unedited excerpt from my work-in-progress, I'm Losing You, Book 4 in the Stafford Brothers series.

She yearned for those times when Vic used to share everything with her. During his time as a lowly intern, when they were dating, he told her every little detail about his days doing the grunt work for the residents. At the same time, he’d been excited and eager to learn everything possible about medicine first-hand. Often they stayed up late into the night talking on the phone, and he asked questions about her burgeoning modeling career as though he was sincerely interested.
After the wedding, once they moved into their own apartment, she loved lying in bed listening to his amazing stories about the inner workings of the hospital. Now, if they talked at all, it was about mundane, necessary things before he drifted into a work-induced coma. When he was conscious, hospital business preoccupied his mind. He traveled a lot to conferences, conventions and symposiums, and his schedule usually didn’t allow him to accompany her at fundraising events or sit with her in the bleachers at the boys’ football games. He’d become little more than a ghost in their own home.
     “I didn’t know it would take you away from us the way it has. You obviously see no reason to adapt for us. I’ve had enough of this, Vic. If I’m not that important to you, I will find a way to keep myself occupied.”
     Vic uttered a scornful laugh and followed her as she stormed into the kitchen. “Right. Like you’re going to get a job.”
     “When I got pregnant with Trey, you were the one who said you wanted me to stay home and take care of him.”
     “That was twelve years ago, Mona! Less than two years later, you announced you were pregnant again.”
     She slumped down onto a stool and gaped at him in disbelief. “Are you saying I got pregnant so I wouldn’t have to work?”
     He glared at her. “I never said you had to work, but I expected you to do more than sit around and wait for me to come home. Since when did you become so clingy?”
     “Clingy? So it’s being clingy because I want my husband to spend some time with me and his kids?”
     “Look, I’m tired and I need to get a few hours of sleep.”
     She watched him leave the room then dropped her head down to the Italian marble counter.  The only reason he’d noticed her tonight was because he’d suddenly become suspicious. And he had good reason to be. Two years of begging him to spend time with her and the boys was her limit. Thirty-seven was too young to become a medical widow. He’d ignored her long enough.

Chapter Two
The next morning, Vic showered, dressed and dragged himself down to the kitchen. He made a cup of coffee and contemplated what he needed to do once he got to the hospital while it brewed. The sound of footsteps shuffling down the hall drew his attention to the doorway where Mona stood watching him.
     “You’re working another Saturday?”
     “Yeah. The Board needs a report for their meeting next week, and I couldn’t get it done with everything else that was going on.”  He reached for a travel mug from the cabinet when the ready light came on.
“Hmph,” she grunted and turned to leave.
“I’m sorry for what I said last night. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“You said exactly what you meant. It’s been two years, Vic, and I’m tired.”
     When he looked up from stirring the cream and sugar into his coffee to respond, she was gone. He could’ve gone after her, but he was in no mood for another argument. Instead, he entered the garage from the kitchen and left the house, welcoming the silence inside the soundproof cabin of his S600. The traffic surrounding him while he drove to work faded into a blur as he recounted last night’s scene with his wife. Was he treating her like a child or were his suspicions justified? After all the years they’d been married, he should be able to trust her, but the change in her schedule, wardrobe and attitude had him questioning her every move. And after her behavior last month at the barbeque, he didn’t put anything past her.
     They had all been at his parents’ house for the annual July Fourth celebration. As usual, his mother hired a DJ and a crew to install a dance floor in the yard. All was going well, and they were having a good time until Mona got on the floor with his baby brother. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock of her showing out the way she had. It was bad enough that she came dressed like a twenty-year-old, but when she went on the dance floor with Nick and danced like a stripper at Magic City, he’d lost it.   
      Mona never behaved suspiciously before. It all started after a benefit she had worked so hard on. One he’d been too busy to attend. Vic brushed the last thought aside. After being a doctor’s wife for so many years, she surely understood his responsibilities. Or was he expecting too much from her?
     To avoid being spotted in the hospital cafeteria, he went through the drive-in at Dunkin’ Donuts and bought an extra-large coffee, a breakfast sandwich and a Boston cream donut. He could never get enough coffee. If anyone saw him, they would surely find reason to pull him aside in order to ask his opinion on one thing or another. By the time he drove into the hospital garage and parked in the space reserved with his name stenciled on the wall, he tried to focus his thoughts on the project facing him once he got upstairs. The one good thing about working on a Saturday was the staff didn’t know he was there, and he had some solitude in which to wade through the mountains of paperwork waiting for him in his office. Unfortunately, when he settled behind his desk, last night’s scene with Mona monopolized his thoughts.
      She’d avoided giving him any straight answers. She had her faults, but lying wasn’t one of them. Mona always told him the truth, even if she knew her answer would upset him. Why in God’s name would she start now? Almost involuntarily he reached for his cell and dialed Marvin Weber, his colleague and closest friend. His wife worked with Mona on both of her fund-raising committees. If anyone knew what she was up to, Daphine did.
     “Marv, it’s Vic. Are you in the hospital today?”
      “No, man. In fact, I’m on my way out to breakfast with the family. What’s up?”
      “Is Daphine right there with you?”
      “No, she’s upstairs getting dressed. Is something wrong?”
      “Did she have a meeting last night?”
      “Nope, not last night. Why?”
      Vic didn’t want to reveal his suspicions about his wife just yet even to his best friend. “I thought I remembered Mona saying something about it.”
     “So why don’t you call her, man?”
     “Eh, it’s not important. Enjoy your breakfast, and tell Daphine I said hello. Thanks.” Vic shoved the phone back in his pocket.
     Maybe you’re blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Perhaps he’d talk to Jesse about it later.