Neil Gibson Nerd Blast

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Twisted Dark is Neil Gibson’s interconnected psychological thriller anthology. This, the first volume, is formed of 12 individual and unique stories comprising of nearly 200 hundred pages. The stories vary from 10 year old girls to Colombian drug lords and everything in between but the stories are all somehow connected some obviously so and some not. It is left to the reader to find the connections, with some impossible to see until you have read multiple volumes. The books contains horror, dark, at times demented, stories incorporating every human emotion, illegal activity, and brutal reality. Using various illustrators allows each story and character to develop their own form the reader is left desperate to turn the pages. The book has been embraced by the comic book world receiving critical acclaim and a cult underground following.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
 

Neil is the founder and lead writer at TPub. He is currently writing all of the titles at TPub, but is looking forward to the day when other writers are hired he can take credit for their work. He used to be a management consultant, before realising in his 30s that he loved good comics and wanted to make a career out of them. He believes that the comic book medium is one of the most efficient mediums for communicating stories. If you want to annoy him, just mention how you think comics are for kids. His reaction is a common source of amusement. He has given talks in universities and clubs about comics and will gladly talk anywhere he is invited to about comics and how underutilised they really are. To book Neil to give a talk, please email info@neilgibsoncomics.com

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Featured Author Laurie E. Boris

Today’s featured author is the lovely Laurie E. Boris.

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Hi Laurie, how nice of you to join me on my blog today and that you are willing to shed some light on what drives you to write these great books, but for that I need to ask you some questions. Brace yourself, for here they come …

Can you give me your best Whoop? Unless you have another one which works better for you?

If I’m in public, I keep it clean. “Woo hoo!” Yeah. That’s generally me.

Okay, sounds like a winner that one, but does it work all the time, even those times when the muse has gone and done a runner on you? And when did you first start with it?

Anything that gets the blood moving. I think I started using it when my husband introduced me to NASCAR and football. (Not sports I ever would have sat down to watch on my own.) And about the muse? I don’t muse much about my muse. I’m a writer. I sit down and write. The times it flows and the times it doesn’t, I attribute more to my physical and emotional state. For instance, when I can do little more than stare at the same sentence, it’s generally because I’m tired or need to eat or get some exercise.

Right, sounds like you are on the right track there. Let’s do a few of the yada yada questions before we move on to the fun.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about?

Don’t Tell Anyone.

Is that a joke Laurie? Are you trying to wiggle your way out of this?

No, I’m not kidding. That’s the title. Yes, you can tell people.

Okay. 🙂 In that case, I’ll show the cover too.

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Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

Yes and no. Actually, it was excruciating. The working title had been The C Word since I started the first draft, because among the older generations of my family, nobody said “cancer.” It was the C Word, or never mentioned. Jewish superstitions, I think. But when I prepped the manuscript for publishing, the title was in use on at least six cancer memoirs. [This is not one, by the way, although a character in the book has cancer.] So I immediately thought of Don’t Tell Anyone, because nearly all the characters in the book have a secret and at some point ask their confidantes not to tell. Idismissed it initially, brainstormed about 250 new titles, and came back to Don’t Tell Anyone because my writing group and my husband really liked it.

If you would have to change the genre, what would it be then?

Of this book, or in my writing in general? For this book, I toyed with making it a full-out, Coen brothers style dark comedy. But it didn’t work.

Just to confuse you we’ll take the alternative route now.

What don’t you like about writing, or whatever you need to do marketing wise?

I love writing. I love editing. Constructive criticism, bring it on. Marketing, not so much. I’m an introvert. We’d rather talk to one or two people at a time. I’m working on that.

Tell me, when your muse is visiting and you’re on a roll, what would seriously drive her/him away?

What drives the writing flow away for me is fatigue. Or if I’m doing something contrary to what my gut is telling me. That often means I’m off-track.

What does your muse look like?

The closest thing I’ve had to an actual muse is my late mother-in-law. She was one of my biggest fans. Sometimes she haunts my writing room and I can smell her perfume. I can almost hear her voice: “Finish that book already; I need something good to read.”

Do you ever speak to your characters and do you get along all the time?

I frequently speak with them. We usually get along. If there’s a disagreement, it’s usually because I’m trying to make them do something they wouldn’t really do, or because they’re not ready to spill their secrets yet. You can’t rush a recalcitrant character.

Can you name the food and drink that will surely get you started?

Coffee or tea. Holding a hot mug centers me and helps me drift into the writing.

Would you be able to come up with an excuse on why you haven’t written a whole day, and have me believe it too?

I don’t write every day. I mark my progress by the week. Some I write more, some I write less. My excuse? I was editing a client’s manuscript. Or there was a good episode of The Big Bang Theory on.

Hahaha, those are actually very good reasons to procrastinate.

But why would you ever want to live life behind a keyboard slaving over a manuscript?

Because I don’t really like doing anything else.

Okay now that we have the mandatory questions out of the way, shoot your mouth off. Tell me whatever you want the blab about. But please no cat’s, dogs, or children. Make me laugh, or cry, or even envious. Tell me something none has ever heard before from you. hehehe, love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

No problem, because I have no cats, dogs, or children. Although we have a lot of mice in our house, so one or more of the three would come in handy. I hear kids are really great at catching mice. Secrets? I always wanted to play second base for the New York Mets. Or be an umpire. I’m annoyed that I failed the height requirement to become a Radio City Hall Rockette. It took me five years to write my first novel (never published), and received 138 literary agent rejections, including one by an agent who also writes romance novels. In the book I make fun of romance novels. She was not amused.

Right, now let’s give out something about the writer. You know, some facts the fans would love to know.

Laurie Boris is a freelance writer, editor, proofreader, and former graphic designer. She is the author of three novels:

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and Don’t Tell Anyone, of which you’ve seen the cover above.

When not playing with the universe of imaginary people in her head, she enjoys baseball, cooking, reading, and helping aspiring novelists as a contributing writer and editor for IndiesUnlimited.com. She lives in New York’s Hudson Valley.

And finally we can we stalk, I mean follow, friend or find  Laurie on social media such as her websiteAmazon author pageFacebookTwitter, and Goodreads

Featured Author – Merry Farmer

Merry Farmer HeadshotHi Merry, thanks for taking the time to answer a few of my questions.

I’m curious. If you had to choose, history or future, what would it be and why?

Ooo, tough call! There’s something so exciting about the future, about all of the possibilities of what could happen with our civilization and where things might be going. I know I’d love to be on an early interplanetary colonization mission, for example, whenever humanity gets around to exploring again. But in the end I think I’m going to have to say history. There is as much to explore in the way things used to be as there is in the unknown future. Plus, you have to admit, the clothes were excellent! Although I’m not so sure about the layers and layers of Victorian underwear women had to wear.

Knowing this, I wonder if us modern women would still think the clothes were that great if we had to haul all those layers around every day. 🙂

But to skip to a different matter, is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life? And how does that tie in with the choice you made in the previous question?

Call me crazy, but I’m actually a huge fan of British food! Most people think it’s bland and boring, but give me a good, filling pasty or a really excellent shepherd’s pie any day! And there’s nothing quite like British high tea. I actually order special British tea online to drink in the mornings.

I think I would love to go back in time to just about anywhere in England in the 18th or 19th century to have high tea. It would be wonderful, just for a day, to dress to the nines in fine silks and a corset, with a lady’s maid to style my hair, and then to go visit the fine ladies of Mayfair to sip freshly imported tea and eat expertly prepared petit fours. … Okay, that sounds a lot more posh than I really am. I’d be just as content to sit and eat meat pies with the working class while asking them all about the realities of their lives. It’s amazing how the food people eat and the way they eat it tells you so much about people’s characters.

What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

Since I generally don’t have the time to make things like pasties and shepherd’s pie for myself (and boy do I wish I did!), my favorite dish that I eat several times a week is broiled salmon with pesto. I confess, I use store-bought pesto, but I learned a trick about cooking salmon from the chef at my day job for getting restaurant-quality results that I’d like to share with you.

grilled-salmon-pesto[2][1]_0The trick to cooking salmon is to broil it. It’s simple, easy, and leaves the fish tender and not overcooked or dry. I cook in a toaster oven because I’m usually just cooking for one. Make sure that the broiler is up to full heat. Starting with the salmon skin side up (although I usually have the skin removed), broil on one side for roughly 4 minutes. Then turn it over and broil right side up for 4 minutes. Voila! It’s as simple as that! When the middle is just a teensy bit pink, I take it out and slather it with pesto. It’s the most delicious thing ever, and depending on what sides I’m making, I can have a healthy, delicious dinner ready in 15 minutes or less.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give us a small taster of it?

I love talking about the third full-length novel in my Montana Romance series, In Your Arms.

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goodreads-badge-add-plusAll of the books in this series can stand alone, but I particularly love this one because I’ve gone with an unconventional heroine. Let me share the back cover blurb with you, because it says it all….

Lily Singer has never belonged. Taken from her tribe as a child and raised in a white man’s school, she no longer has a place in either world. Teaching has become her life. When that life is threatened by rumors and prejudice after a string of robberies, she must turn for help to the one man who spells disaster for her carefully ordered existence. Will he save her or steal her heart?

Christian Avery, Justice of the Peace, is used to having things his way. Cold Springs is his responsibility, and when its citizens blame the local Indian population for the mysterious robberies, it’s up to him to restore order and maintain calm. The one person who refuses to follow his lead is the beautiful, native-born Lily. Her defiance turns his life upside down and ravages his heart.

But when town gossip shifts from robberies to romance after a foolish indiscretion, Lily’s job and reputation are on the line. She must choose between the only life she has ever known and the only place she has ever felt at home, in Christian’s arms.

One thing I really enjoyed about writing this book was taking conventional western characters—the schoolmarm and the justice of the peace—and giving them a whole new spin. It’s so much fun to start with the known and take it off into new territory.

Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

For this one, I kind of did. I either know the title before I’ve even written the book (like with The Indomitable Eve) or I struggled and struggle for weeks to come up with something that works. I do a lot of playing with words and song lyrics and things to find titles while I’m driving around. Driving is a great way to knock your brain into dear!

And finally, can you tell me something no one has ever heard before from you?

Hmmm…. That’s easier said than done, because I tend to blab just about everything that comes to my mind! I learned a long time ago that there’s no point in keeping things to yourself or in keeping secrets. But I suppose I could confess that the sleepier I get, the more I talk and the less I actually pay attention to what I’m saying.

Hahaha, I seem to ‘suffer’ from the same affliction. So, I guess we’re both just very chatty persons. Nothing wrong with that I would say. 🙂

Thank you for being here Merry and good luck with the book, the entire series I should say.  Let me just finish with telling the readers that they can stalk, erm I mean follow, yes follow you online at her websiteFacebook, on Twitter as @MerryFarmer20, and on her Amazon Author Page.

Author of the Day – Sarah Mallery

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Hi Sarah, we’ve met before and you even have a page on my site, so I feel know you a bit. However, the readers visiting today might not know who you are and what you’ve done. I’m glad you agreed to let me ask you a few questions and to get to know the woman behind the author.

Do you still sing? And how do you think writing lyrics differs from writing fiction? It’s both a story to tell, isn’t it?

As far as singing goes, these days I’m not doing it professionally at all, just for fun in the shower or the car when a particularly great song comes on! Something about that shower….

Interesting question about fiction vs. lyrics. Well, to me, lyrics usually rhyme, but it’s also so often about the way the lyrics are colored—the vowels and tones changing, depending on the singer and the significance of the piece. The same with fiction, I feel. Some words just sound good together, rolling off the tongue perfectly. Others sound forced and awkward. When I write and decide to look up a synonym for a word, I carefully voice that word to see if it will fit in with the tone of the piece, much like the lyrics of a song.

Do you miss teaching?

Actually, I still am teaching ESL to adults, part time, and enjoying it immensely. Love their determination, their grace under fire, and their discussions about the ins and outs of their countries of origin. Fun.

Are you still quilting, and if so, do you use a machine or do you create it by hand? I would love to make a great quilt.

quilt redUnfortunately, I don’t have time to quilt anymore. After all, there are only 24 hours in a day! But when I did quilt, I started out doing it by hand, then, because of my having developed carpal tunnel, had to switch to machine quilting. That changed my life. I learned all about the sewing machine’s potential rhythms, how you learn to drop the ‘feed dogs’ and just let your hands manipulate the fabric. At that point, a Zen thing happens, and as you’re eyeballing the stenciled pattern lines, you get into the peaceful space of Ebb and Flow, much like calligraphy. Anyway, I used to teach it that way, and even got good enough myself that I was able to produce some pretty complicated Amish feather quilting lines amidst their signature simple solid colored quilt patterns. Don’t know if I could still do that today, however!

Is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life?

Not in my books, but in my life–water or wine, particularly a nice chardonnay.

What is your favorite dish and can you give me the recipe?

I don’t know about favorite, but one dish that has become popular in our watching-the-gluten-intake household is making lasagna with zucchini strips instead of pasta.ZucchiniLasagnaFT

Basically, you can make your lasagna anyway you want, but just cut strips of zucchini and layer them like you would with the pasta. I use a mandolin (not the musical instrument!!) which is amazing, but learned the hard way that those devices could be easily used in a major crime novel, their blades are so sharp! I now use the mandolin c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y, with a fork as the zucchini diminishes. I suppose one could also just cut the thing with a knife as well. Also, be advised that because zucchini when it cooks releases a lot of water, you’ll have to press out some of the extra liquid as it’s cooking.

Find a nice recipe with turkey here, or a vegetarian one here.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give a small taste of it?

The book I would like to talk about is my collection of long short stories, Sewing Can Be Dangerous and Other Small Threads.

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The eleven long short stories in “Sewing Can Be Dangerous and Other Small Threads combine history, mystery, action and/or romance, and range from drug trafficking using Guatemalan hand-woven wallets, to an Antebellum U.S. slave using codes in her quilts as a message system to freedom; from an ex-journalist and her Hopi Indian maid solving a cold case together involving Katchina spirits, to a couple hiding Christian passports in a comforter in Nazi Germany; from a wedding quilt curse dating back to the Salem Witchcraft Trials, to a mystery involving a young seamstress in the infamous Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire; from a 1980’s Romeo and Juliet romance between a rising Wall Street financial ‘star’ and an eclectic fiber artist, to a Haight-Asbury love affair between a professor and a beautiful macramé artist gone horribly askew, just to name a few.

For those that want to know more before getting their copy, here is a taste:


…Saturday, March 25, 1911 started out like so many other days. Sasha woke up in the dark, got dressed with cold, numb fingers, splashed water on her face from the porcelain pitcher and bowl set out on the kitchen table, gently kissed a sleeping Jacob, grabbed a piece of bread she had covered with jam, and let herself out the door. Feeling her way down the pitch-black hallway by running her fingers over the embossed plaster patterns, she almost stumbled on a nail peeking out of a floorboard just before reaching the front door. The gas light in the vestibule had been out for weeks, and their landlord had refused to fix it. She felt tired and depressed, but as bad as conditions were at Triangle Shirtwaist, nothing could compare with being around Moshe, and so taking a deep breath, she gratefully made her way through lower Manhattan to the sewing factory for a day of overtime and its slightly higher pay.
On the sidewalk outside the factory, she caught up with many of the girls with whom she usually worked—three hundred Italian, German, and Yiddish girls, their thread-worn dresses hanging over muddied petticoats and eyes as dark-circled as hers. Trudging up the path, they were all met at the front entrance by Joe Zitto, one of the elevator operators.
“Okay girls, okay. Let’s get goin’. The rest of the building ain’t opened today, so I’m gonna take ya’s up to the 8th, 9th and 10th floors only. Don’t try to go anywheres else for lunch. The doors to the other floors are locked mostly. I guess Old Man Harris don’t want no burglars comin’ in. So, c’mon girls, let’s go.”
Bending over her assigned sewing machine was excruciating. Her entire body ached from the previous day’s abuse; still, she kept working until lunchtime. She was in no mood to socialize—making idle chit-chat was the last thing she wanted to do, but when she retreated to a corner of the factory floor by herself, two of her closest co-workers, Gladie Moskovitz and Irma Delacina, came over to sit beside her.
“What’sa matter wid you today, Sasha?” Irma peered at her friend as she bit down hard on a piece of Italian bread, some crust flipping out of her mouth and onto the floor.
“Yah, you look different. Is evertink all right at home?” Gladie was more privy to Sasha’s problem with Moshe than Irma was.
“I don’t vant to talk about it—sometink did happen, but I not say…” Sasha feared once she started talking, there would be no stopping. Better to keep mute.
In what seemed like a mere five minutes, the whistle blew, followed by numerous deep sighs and groans. Irma threw an arm around Sasha’s shoulder on the way back to their sewing machines, and handing her a delicate-looking locket from around her own neck, told her, “Here, taka dis to wear. It’s a good luck charm necklace. I got it in Italy. If you wear it, maybe you getta good luck from now on.” She leaned over and gave her friend a little kiss on the cheek.
Touched by Irma’s gesture, Sasha instinctively pulled off a little pinkie ring of her own—a small, silver Jewish star pattern with a pink stone in the center. Uncle Samuel had bought it for her the week before at a local flea market, telling her, “Remember, Sashelah, you’re American now, but always, you are a Jewish girl. Never forget the Torah, my child.”
Irma’s mouth curved into a huge grin as she placed the ring on her pinkie finger. Then the two girls gave each other a quick hug before returning to their stations.
The afternoon dragged on. Sasha found that by concentrating only on the rhythm of the sewing machines, she could block out her misery for a while. Closing her eyes and listening intently, she could almost hear the tapping of a marching band: click, click, slam-slam-slam, whoosh-whoosh, rattle-rattle went the machines. Soon, the entire factory room pulsed.
By 4:45 p.m., the whistle blew as if by magic, signaling the end of the workday and going home to face another round with Moshe. Turning off her machine, Sasha stood up, took a deep breath, and steeling herself, tried to remember the good people in her life, like Irma and Gladie, and of course, little Jacob.
Three steps forward, she smelled smoke.
Girls on the opposite end of the floor next to the windows were beginning to scream in a panicked chorus, and suddenly streaking past her, someone shouted, “Fire! Fire!” Still, she remained paralyzed, her arms and legs like lead, her mouth filled with a bitter, chalky taste. Then the adrenaline hit her and she broke into a dead run.
Dark gray swirls of smoke were seeping in from under the doorway cracks while dozens of girls stampeded past the sewing room, heading towards the elevator shafts or stairwells and ending up crushed together against the in-going only doorways. Hysteria rendered each girl strong. No matter how hard she tried, Sasha couldn’t push her way through the group of flailing arms and legs, so she about-faced to explore other escape routes.
Outside on the street, a man walking by pointed upward and shouted, “Look at the smoke coming out ofthe Triangle building!”
“Yeah, it looks like it’s comin’ from the top floors! What’s that coming outa the windows? Looks like bolts of fabric! Old Man Blanck must really want to save his precious cloth!” a woman chimed in.
“Yeah. Wait! Wait a minute!” the man continued. “That’s not bolts of fabric—they’re—they’re—oh, God in Heaven!”
The cynical woman let out a blood-curdling shriek….

 Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

Not really. It’s the title of the first story and since it’s about the infamous Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire and the book’s running theme is a tiny ‘thread’ of sewing/crafts throughout the stories, I decided that was the best title to represent the entire book. At one point, I toyed with the idea of calling it “A Stitch In Time,” but opted for the more unusual title.

What do you do marketing wise and what do you think generates the most attention to your books?

Well, I’m still learning the process of this OMB (Overwhelming Marketing Business), but so far, the attention seems to have been coming from different sources—Goodreads, Facebook, bookclubs. I am discovering that my books can be marketed in more ways than the single area of historical fiction. My novel, Unexpected Gifts, has been labeled ‘Women’s Fiction’ on Amazon, and recently, I have been approached by mystery readers, and an international craft association, who wants to feature these Sewing Can Be Dangerous stories as part of their crafting curriculum next year.

Hahaha, I am abbreviations impaired, but I love that one OMB.

To end this interview I’d like to ask you to tell me something no one has ever heard before from you? Hehehe…I love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

Oh, dear…well, as I have mentioned on other sites and presentations, I have always been fascinated by my ancestors, and having inherited some of their memorabilia, have a confession to make. I hate to admit it… and please don’t think badly of me, but…sometimes I like to slip out of our house during the pre-dawn hours, and with my great grandfather’s 1800’s pitchfork and my grandfather’s WWI binoculars, scour the neighborhood, spying into various windows, waiting for innocent future victims—-NOT!!!!!! (hehehe)

Thank you Sarah, for being here and so very entertaining too! 🙂 Should readers want to know more about you they can find, follow, or stalk, erm, I mean become your greatest fan on your websiteTwitter as @SarahMallery1, on Facebook, and Goodreads. But also on my site where Sarah Mallery has a page.

Author of the Day – Delora Dennis

Profile PicHi Delora, thanks for taking the time to answer a few of my questions.

What does it mean to you when I mention ‘Six Feet Under’?

The ground-breaking television series, Six Feet Under, was extremely difficult for me to watch. In fact, I didn’t see it until it was given to me on VHS, long after it had gone off the air. Having grown up in a funeral home, the show hit a very personal nerve. I told my sister it felt as if people were peering into our home through the windows. She had the same reaction.

I know you have a degree in psychology, do you think that helps you when you need to create a new character?

I’d love to think my education paid off in such a tangible way. But sadly, no. Most of my characters are based on people I know. And the ones I make up from whole cloth are simply fancies of my imagination. Hmmm. But now you’ve planted a great idea in my head. Thanks.

You’re welcome. 🙂 Would you say having had a very diverse career path helped you in writing?

Yes. Despite all the diversity, the common denominator was always writing. Fortunately, the type of writing I’m doing now is enjoyable. Being able to entertain readers with my stories is much more fun that writing job descriptions, obituaries, dry product reviews or video scripts about living with peritoneal dialysis.

Is there any food or beverage that is a constant factor in either your books or life?

Anyone who has read my novel, Same Old Truths, will notice banana bread makes several cameo appearances. I have to admit it’s a reoccurring theme in my life as well. I’ve never baked it myself, but I’m happy to be kept supplied by my sister AND sister-in-law.

What is your favourite dish and can you give me the recipe?

My favorite dish is called Birthday Chicken. It was so named by my sister when she was little because she always requested it for her birthday. It was/is a family favorite. Here is the recipe.

Ingredients:

1 chicken cut-up (or 1lb. of any of your favorite chicken pieces)

1 large bottle of A-1 Steak Sauce

1 stick of butter

Four large cloves of garlic, crushed

Instructions:

Wash chicken pieces and pat dry. Leave or remove skin according to your preference.

In a medium sauce pan, add steak sauce, butter and crushed garlic cloves. Heat over medium heat until butter is melted and blended well into sauce.

Place chicken pieces into a large mixing bowl. Pour sauce over chicken, making sure all the pieces are well-covered. Place into refrigerator and marinate for a minimum of four hours.

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Place chicken, with sauce, into roasting pan. (I use a rectangular cake pan). Cover with aluminum foil and bake for one hour. Turn up heat to 400 degrees and remove foil. Bake for another thirty minutes, or until the sauce forms a caramelized glaze on the chicken.

Enjoy!

That sounds delish! I shall give that a go next time we have chicken.

What is the title of the book you would like to talk about, and can you give us a small taster of it?

The title of my book is Same Old Truths. It’s the second story in my series, The Reluctant Avenger. I’m currently working on the third.

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Here’s a  little taster of the book for those that are curious


“I know you think I screwed you on the whole child support thing. But, you have no idea the financial load I’m under,” Dave said.
Now Kay shifted her gaze from the road rapidly passing under the carriage of the truck and looked at Dave.
“What are you talking about?” she said, not bothering to hide her indignation. “You make almost four times the salary I do. AND you get free medical.” She decided to throw that last part to underscore her disgust at his bonus perk.
“That’s right. I do. But I’m still paying off creditors from the old business, including the IRS. I had to use up my savings to cover the cost of moving here.”
“So why didn’t you just tell me that in the beginning? Why the song and dance about a salary cut?”
“I was embarrassed,” Dave said quietly. “I didn’t want you to know about the mess I’m in. Anyway, with all the money going out, it might as well have been a cut. I was desperate to find some relief somewhere. I had no choice. I didn’t know what else to do. You have to believe me.”
Kay’s eyes narrowed and her throat tightened. “I have to believe you?” Kay said. “I have to believe you?” she repeated, louder this time. “That’s rich. Let’s see…I believed you when you said you weren’t having an affair with Sandy. I believed you when you said you’d never leave us. I believed you when you said you weren’t leaving me to go to her – that you didn’t know where she was. I believed you when you said you’d never marry her.” She stopped and looked hard at Dave. “Shall I go on?”
Dave didn’t respond. He just looked straight ahead, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
“Look. Why don’t you cut to the chase and tell me what it is you really want? It must be pretty important if you’ve gone to the all the trouble of staging today’s comedy-tragedy show.”
This time he didn’t hesitate a moment to answer her question. “There’s no way can I afford to pay you the ten thousand right now. With my legal fees, mom, and your full child support added to my debt, I’ll be lucky to put food on my table. For godssake, Kay, I haven’t had a new pair of fucking underwear in two years.”
Kay couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Or maybe she could.
Kay extended her palm toward Dave’s face. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Rotting Fruit of the Loom. I seem to remember hearing about a recent trip to the mall involving the purchase of big screen TV. Maybe you should have held on to a couple of those twenties you were brandishing about and spent them on some new tighty-whities,” Kay said. It gave her great pleasure to tell him she knew about his little spending spree.”

Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

Not at all. Of course, the title is a play on the words, same old lies. But that would put the focus on Dave, Kay’s lying ex-husband – something I wasn’t interested in doing. The story is about Kay and her struggle to move past all the hurt, betrayal and deceit inflicted on her by Dave. It’s really the same old truths Kay must embrace if she’s going to move forward with her life.

What do you do marketing wise and what do you think generates the most attention o your books?

I’ve been getting some encouraging traction with word of mouth. I’ve also been participating in tweet and voting teams, but I think it’s a little early to gauge the success of these methods. But I love interacting with, and supporting my fellow self-published authors. I’ve met some pretty wonderful people.

I’m working on a book trailer and will also make an appearance at a networking luncheon group which is featured in my book.

Okay, now tell me something no one has ever heard before from you. Hehehe, love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

When I was nineteen, I worked as a secretary at a Catholic college. My boss was a nun who ran the alumni association. Sister Edwina was hell bent on recruiting me into her order and was convinced I’d sign up if only I could see myself in a habit. Against my better judgment, I allowed her to dress me up in one. Unfortunately for her, I was horrified at my appearance. I still have nightmares about it. I’ve never told that story to anyone.

Now that sounds like what I would call a horror story. 🙂 But then again I guess I’m a bit of an odd ball, with not doing religion and such.

Thanks for being here and telling us about the book and a bit about yourself.