September Again by Hunter S. Jones and …

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What I hoped for happened, and sooner than expected!

I am proud, happy, no thrilled to present to you the second book in the September Series

SEPTEMBER AGAIN

According to Cherokee beliefs, opportunity will bless you twice.

September Again, second in the series, September Stories, is the follow up to the hugely popular indie sensation, September Ends. September Again finds Liz Snow Savage leaving England. She follows her daughter Zelda Savage back to America after Zelda’s betrayal of her. More drama ensues as Liz looks for meaning in life while Zelda finds her direction after the tragedy of losing Jack O. Savage, The Poet. Set mainly in Chattanooga, Tennessee, September Again chronicles the rhythm of life’s cycles. The ebb and flow of love unravel the mystery of Liz’s past. September Again allows a further glimpse into the intricate web of passion and desire which have entangled Liz Snow, Pete Hendrix and Jack O. Savage for years. Will a chance encounter finally reveal the truth? What act will change the destiny of Liz and Zelda forever? The story of sin, salvation and redemption continues in Book 2 of the September Stories, told through a mosaic of prose with a smattering poetry.

Magic happens when you least expect it. 

Available now at Amazon

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If you haven’t read the first book September Ends, hop on over to my review of it and see why you should really, really read September Ends.

It’s All in the Mind – How Does Your Mind Work?

What is the first thought that comes up while reading this little piece of flash fiction?

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Ron likes to play games, games that I thoroughly enjoy. My lips quirk at the memory of the other night. He came up behind me, laid his hands on my waist and whispered, “Close your eyes and come with me.”

Of course I walked to where he led me. Making sure not to let me bump into any furniture, he guided me through the room, by the time we’d crossed the suite I had no idea where I was.

“Don’t peek,” he said. He trailed one hand up, along my side lightly touching my breast, the heavy weight of it then rested on my shoulder, while his other whirled me around facing him. He breathed against my lips, “I have something for you.”

Willingly, I lowered until I sat.

“Now you may look.” His voice a husky, low sound.

As I opened my eyes, my lips parted at the sight…

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Featured Author – Diane Adams Taylor

Adams_Diane-2Today Diane Adams Taylor is my guest. She’s here to talk about teaching, writing, and love.

Hi Diane, thanks for taking the time to answer a few of my questions.

Being a lecturer what is the most un-writerly thing you had to teach your students?

The weird phrase heard round the world after timed testing “Students, put down your pencils please and hand in your work whether you have double checked it or not.” This is a very stupid thing for someone trying to teach any subject but especially writing to say. The student may well be in the middle of the greatest words ever written.

Everyone knows I don’t do religion, but I do believe there’s more than this daily life, how do you feel about that?

I do not believe in religion (especially organized religion) but I do believe in spirituality – that is that we have come from a Source greater than ourselves. This Source does not judge us, we judge ourselves as to whether or not we have more lessons to learn in our lifetimes. We choose to come back to this earth (or other equal plains of existence) in many reincarnations in order to become the best we can be. We must learn to totally love ourselves so that we can ascend to a higher existence. Karma exists but it is the balancing of negatives and positives – the person has to decide before they return to another lifetime what needs to be balanced as balance is needed to fully ascend to a higher level as well. Lots of my spiritual thoughts are included in both my two published works, Circles in Time and The Healer of Wounded Souls.

Both sound like titles I would want to read, especially knowing your view on reincarnations. After such a heavy subject it’s time for something light.

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

Coffee, chocolate and wine are constant factors in both my books and my life. Hard to say which is my favorite but chocolate would probably win out.

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

My favorite dish is one I borrowed from a restaurant in Ohio and figured out how to make. It is called Chicken en croute as I recall.

chicken

 

Take a chicken breast (boneless & skinless) and butterfly it without cutting through so as to make a pocket

Grill or brown chicken in olive oil in skillet

When chicken loses it pink color, let it cool

Mix softened cream cheese with scallions, parsley & basil (or just use herbed cream cheese)

Fill center of chicken breast with herbed cream cheese

Separate phyllo dough and wrap two-three pieces around stuffed chicken breast

Fold over dough and brush some melted butter over the top

Bake at 425 degrees for about 15 minutes or until the phyllo dough is a golden brown

Melt red raspberry preserves in a saucepan with a little orange juice until warm (consistency should be thin)

Place baked chicken in phyllo dough on plate and drizzle with raspberry preserves

Looks great, heart healthy and tastes fabulous

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

My newest book is called The Healer of Wounded Souls and here is a small taste of it. You can also read the first chapter free on my website at http://dianeadamstaylor.com

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AVAILABLE FROM AMAZON

Hope Evans is a dedicated nurse with a passion for healing others and she uses these talents while working in a large metropolitan hospital. She believes she has a near perfect existence until a drunken driver, speeding through a stop light, changes life as she knows it forever.

Standing next to her now broken body, Hope watches as emergency medical personnel try valiantly to revive her. She feels someone tap her shoulder and turns to meet a beautiful angel waiting to escort her to her new home on the Other Side. As preparations are made to begin her life review, Hope is introduced to various spiritual advisors who present her with an unexpected dilemma. She must choose to end her life or return to earth to become a healer of those who suffer from various wounds – physical, mental, emotional as well as spiritual.

She elects to return to earth to determine how best to serve others. During her journey of discovery, support arrives in the form of a former Army military intelligence pilot as well as a rescued German shepherd dog. Together they team up to help wounded warriors – those young people who sacrificed much in the service of their country.

Not everyone is happy that Hope has been granted the ability to heal wounded warriors and she finds that her efforts are often thwarted. Many obstacles present themselves in the form of bombings, kidnappings, and attempts on her life as well as the lives of those who assist her. Who is to blame for all this trouble? Could it be fanatic terrorist groups who have pledged to destroy the United States? Or is it a government agency jealous of her proven abilities? Or will she discover it is the military with orders coming from the highest level of the Department of Defense attempting to stop her?

In this suspense-filled novel, Hope must confront and overcome her enemies or forever forego her commitment to be The Healer of Wounded Souls.

Did you have difficulty coming up with the title?

No, actually I have to come up with the title before I can write any of my books – I know, kind of weird, right? I also like to focus on social issues while adding a spiritual twist. In my first book, the social issue was domestic violence, in this book, wounded warriors. I am working on a third book, A Handful of Sand and the social issue will deal with sexual trafficking.

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

I think that I do quite a bit of marketing – blog interviews, like this one, writing my own blog, social media in Facebook, Linked In, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr, and so on. I write for an on-line newspaper on topics for parents for children with disabilities. I write for an on-line magazine and do short stories for it. I keep my website up to date and do book signings as well as presentations. I think that my website with chapters of my books available for free is probably my best marketing strategy. The other one I would say is word of mouth. I just received a message on Facebook from someone in San Francisco who got a recommendation to read my books and she wrote to tell me how much she enjoyed both of them.

Would you be able to come up with a credible excuse why you haven’t written a

whole day? Remember, I have to believe it!

Okay, how about this? Aliens invaded my house, took over my computer, tied my hands behind my back and duck-taped my mouth so I could not speak. They also stuck me to a chair with gorilla glue and I was forced to watch the Kardashians all day as punishment for writing the world’s greatest novel.

Hahaha, yeah I can imagine that would stop you from writing. Now shoot your mouth off. Tell me whatever you want the blab about. Make me laugh, or cry, or even envious. Tell me something none has ever heard before from you. Hehehe, I just love those little dirty secrets, real or make believe. 🙂

I am going to Hawaii in June with the love of my life. We met over forty-five years ago, fell in love and were going to marry but I screwed things up and we parted (my fault, not his). About a year ago we reconnected. He has been divorced once after a 25 year marriage with three daughters and soon to be seven grandchildren. I have been divorced once (after a 9 year marriage) with one daughter from that marriage and one grandson. I was also widowed once (after a 20 year marriage) and no children. The love of my life and I both still had feelings for each other even after 40 years. We decided to see if we could re-kindle our relationship. Good news is we have fallen in love all over again and we plan to move in together once we return from our long overdue honeymoon. How is that for a love story that spans nearly five decades?

That is amazing! It’s worth a novel, what a great story. 🙂 Thanks for sharing this with us. Now let me tell the readers they can find you online.

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Tour and Giveaway – Murder of an Oil Heiress by Candy Ann Little

Today I present the tour and Giveaway for

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Murder of an Oil Heiress

The Texas sun isn’t the only thing that is scorching hot. Mallory Dillingham is beautiful, successful and primed to take over the family oil business when her father is ready to retire. However, that isn’t soon enough for the billionaire heiress. She wants it all. And, she wants it now. Mallory will stop at nothing to get what she wants, including seduction, lying and blackmail.

Joseph Barnes has stepped into her slippery trap. Can he find a way out before his evil sister-in-law destroys his marriage to Sarah? Will the Dillingham family be able to survive the destruction caused by her devious plot?

Love, betrayal, forgiveness and the bonds of family are all intertwined. This story deals with the complicated lives of the Dillingham family and the people caught in the crossfire. As Mallory wages war on everyone, innocent people pay the price.

Available 12th November via Amazon, InknBeans Press, or Candy Ann’s site.

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Genre: Mystery

ISBN13: 9780957466234

Release date: November 12th 2013 by InkNBeans Publishing

Candy-Ann-Little-sqA bit about the author

Candy Ann Little grew up in a small town in Ohio. She now resides in Michigan with her husband, two adult kids and 4 cats. She began writing in the aftermath of tragedy – her third child was stillborn. The nurse suggested keeping a journal to cope with the grief. Although she thought it a dumb idea at the time, she soon found a freedom and healing that only writing brought.

Eventually that pain and sorrow turned into her first Inspirational romance, Unforgiving Ghosts. Since then she has finished 2 more inspirational romances. Her historical romance The Unwilling Bride was published in 2011. She has also tried writing in the genre of mystery, including a novella, Death By Broken Heart, and her first full length novel, Murder of an Oil Heiress. Candy Ann finds it therapeutic putting her thoughts into the words and action of her characters. She also finds that discipline is the biggest lesson learned in her writing life.

When she isn’t busy writing, you can find her subbing in the public schools, or helping with church activities. Her favorite things to do are reading, cooking, baking and doing crafts.

Hi, Candy Ann, thanks for taking the time to stop by and answer one small question. Do you have any kind of favourite food?

Let me give you a list of the Top Ten Foods I Love

Great! Spill. 🙂 

Caramel
Ice cream (can you sundae?)
Sweet & Sour chicken
Fried rice
Chicken Alfredo
A good steak
All Pasta
Enchiladas
Club sandwich

Thank you Candy Ann, apart from the caramel, I think we could have a great dinner party with all these delicious dishes.

Well, that’s it. Leaves me with telling you that she can be found online at her website, on Twitter, and at the site of her publisher InkNBeans Publishing.

I always like to read a sample of the book I’m about to read, what about you? Do you read the samples available?

For those who want the sample, I’ll be leaving you with an excerpt below.

Mallory brushed her hair behind her ears then placed the silver brush on the vanity. It had been two weeks since she’d visited the work site, and four weeks since Joseph had made love to her. She couldn’t wait any longer. Wanting him filled her days and consumed her nights. Hopefully, the note she sent with her maid would make him come to her.
Just as the thought formed in her mind, a knock boomed on her door. She jumped, then, smiled. He’d come to her. One more time.
“Come in,” she played coy.
The door opened with a thud. “What in the blazes do you think you’re doing?” He held up the note. “Don’t you ever threaten me!” He crumbled it up and threw it on the floor. “I’m no servant to be summoned at your disposal.”
“Oh, Joseph, I don’t think of you as a servant.” She stood, her sheer, white gown, floating to the floor. “I believe you are so much more.” Her husky voice filled the room, which seemed to shrink in size as she walked closer. “You’re my lover,” she barely whispered the words. “That’s a big difference.”
“Stop it.” Joe pushed her back a few steps. “Whatever you think is going to happen, isn’t. Get that through your thick skull.”
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’ve never been one to take no for an answer.” She brushed against him.
Joe grabbed her wrists. “You’re going to take it now.” He pushed her away. “I’m not drunk enough to fall into bed with you.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” She smiled, her red lips emitting doom.
“Stay away from me, and Sarah.”
“I hear poor Sarah isn’t feeling well.” Mallory pouted.
“Her blood pressure is a little high, that’s all.”
“Really? I heard she has to be on bed rest as much as possible.” A red painted nail tapped the corner of her mouth. “I wonder how finding out that her husband cheated on her will affect the baby?”
“Mallory, what do you want from me?”
“I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear on that.” She stepped closer.
“And, I’ve made myself clear.” He put his hands on her shoulders, halting her progress. “It will never happen again.”
Mallory laughed. “We’ll see.” She walked over to the closet, opened the door and put a DVD in the player.
Joe stood, horrified as images of him and Mallory appeared on the screen. She’d just tossed him a package and he ripped it open with his teeth. “I’ll put them on and take them off.” The words made him feel weak. The images made him want to vomit.
Mallory smiled at his reaction. “I have the whole night on tape. We can watch every moment and relive it.” She stepped closer, carefully judging his mood. He seemed mad enough to strangle her. “Perhaps Sarah would enjoy it.”
“Stop it.” Joe yelled, tears filling his eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
“I want you, Joseph. And, I always get what I want.” She brushed up against him. “That was the best night of my life. We can have it again.”
Joe stood, transfixed, watching the screen. What had gotten into him that night? He’d drunk too much before and never wound up making such a mistake. “I can’t do that again.”
“Oh, yes you can.” She kissed his neck. “Or, I’ll have to show this to Sarah.”
“No.” Tears streamed down his face. “It’ll destroy her.”
Mallory brushed her chest up against him like a dog in heat. “Then make love to me again.”
“No.”
“Yes.” She kissed his lips. “I want to feel your hands all over my body.” She took his hands, brushing them across her chest.
Joe watched as her nipples hardened beneath the thin material. He could feel the heat from her body. He hated how his body reacted to her.
“Kiss me, Joseph.” Her husky voice floated around him, drowning him in sorrow. “Touch me.” She squeezed his hands around her nearly naked breasts. “Make love to me.” She captured his lips with hers. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”
“That could be dangerous.” He pictured his hands strangling her thin, white neck.
“Anger can hold just as much passion as love.” She kissed him, sealing his fate.

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Official Release Day – A Second Chance in Paradise by Tom Winton

I’m honoured to be the blog that Tom Winton’s has chosen to showcase his new release. So I won’t waste any time but get right to the point and present

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A Second Chance in Paradise

Long Island salesman Sonny Raines has had it. He’s sick and tired of living in a world where wrong always wins over right. Then, on his thirty-ninth birthday, when he loses his job and comes home to the most devastating shock of his life, that’s it. He’s dropping out.

With nothing left to lose, and little in his pocket, Sonny chucks it all and drives his aging van fifteen-hundred miles to the lower reaches of the Florida Keys. All he wants is to get over his recent losses and simplify his hectic life, and that’s exactly what he thinks he’s doing when he settles on a paradisiacal speck of an island known as Wrecker’s Key. While surrounded by the warm aquamarine waters of two tropical oceans, he not only falls in love with the key but also establishes a close bond with the free-spirited locals who call it home.

But all isn’t blue skies, swaying palms, and coconut oil on Wrecker’s Key. There’s trouble wafting in the warm breezes that caress the island. Although Sonny certainly isn’t looking for romance, he finds himself falling for his next door neighbor. Ex-model Julie Albright just may be the kindest, most beautiful woman to ever grace his eyes, but there’s a snag. She has a small physical flaw that, no matter how hard he tries, Sonny can’t overlook. And his feelings are no secret to Julie. She can read them, and they weigh as heavy on her heart as they do on his. Then things get even worse. One night, under the cover of darkness, danger drifts up the deep, silent currents from the lower keys—serious danger—life and death danger. And Sonny Raines finds himself right in the middle of it.

And if that wasn’t enough, I have an excerpt for you to make you want even more! Believe me after reading the following bit, you will click one of the links below and get your copy of the book. 🙂


“As soon as I stepped outside I broke into a trot. Passing all the rest of the trailers first then heading up the same narrow road I followed Julie home on the night before, all I could do was think about how she must be reacting right then. I envisioned her staying in her bed alone, thinking. I could see quiet tears making their way down her cheeks. We may have only known each other for twenty-four hours but the mutual attraction we felt – both mental and physical, was undeniable. And it was deep. I knew for sure she really liked me, but there was a lot I didn’t know about Julie Alright.
I had no idea she hadn’t had a semblance of interest in any man since her modeling days ended sixteen years earlier in New York City. Nor did I know that back then she was engaged to Mark Richardson, a very promising young attorney. Mark was about to become the youngest partner ever at Dalrymple, Stockton and Stockton, one of New York’s most prestigious law firms. Julie and Mark had been dating for two years, and they had a big wedding planned for that fall. The ceremony was to be held in St. Patrick’s Cathedral, followed by a reception at the Waldorf Astoria. Money was no problem for Mark’s parents and they insisted on buying the grandest wedding available. His father, J. Walter Richardson of Scarsdale and Palm Beach, just happened to be the sole heir of the “American Grains” breakfast cereal fortune.
At that time Julie was one of the big up-and-comers in the modeling world. As a matter of fact, she was just about to cross the threshold to cover-girl fame. But it never happened. One June morning, when she was on her way to the biggest shoot of her career, her sunny future eclipsed totally, and in an instant.
Sitting in the back seat of a Checker cab, she was headed uptown to the world-renowned Clairidge Studios where she was to pose for an upcoming cover of Vogue Magazine. The sun was beginning to shine, but Madison Avenue was still slick from a late morning rain. Julie, who was sitting behind the driver, cranked down the window and held her left hand out in the breeze, drying her freshly applied nail polish. Then, just as the cab was crossing the intersection at 44th street, another cab, heading east, didn’t bother to stop for the red light. The driver of the at fault cab, one Eloi Hernandez, was so toasted on coke he didn’t even notice the light had turned red. Thoughts of stopping never entered his hopped-up mind until after he’d sped into the intersection – and slammed broadside into Julie’s cab. The impact to the driver’s door was so forceful that her driver’s neck snapped so far sideways it literally cracked. The two vehicles then skidded, smacking sideways into each other, crushing four of Julie’s fingers in the process.The driver of Julie’s cab, a Greek immigrant from Astoria Queens, whose name she never learned, was dead by the time the ambulances reached the scene. Julie was rushed to Mt. Sinai Hospital where a team of three plastic surgeons performed micro-surgery in an attempt to re-attach her fingers. Her middle and index fingers were salvaged and the nerves regenerated in due time, but her pinky and ring finger were so badly mashed there was no possible way of saving them. Eloi Hernandez did a short stint on Riker’s Island; the Greek was buried out in Queens by his family; and Julie’s potential international fame never materialized. On top of all that, when Mark Richardson found out Julie had lost two fingers, he decided that just maybe he wasn’t ready for marriage after all. After knotting the loose ends of her life together the best Julie could, she returned to Ft. Lauderdale with lost dreams and a broken heart.”
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Read more from this author on Wattpad
006Hello Tom, and thank you for choosing me to host this release day. To give the few who don’t know you a peek of the man behind the author I have a few questions for you.
Sweet or savoury?  Hmmm…that would depend on what kind of mood my stomach was in.
Coffee or tea?  Coffee for sure! Usually I do decaf, but on occasion I take a walk on the wild side and go for the high-octane stuff.
Chocolate or cookies?  That’s a no-brainer. I’d rather eat dark chocolate than breath.
Favourite dish?  I’ve got quite a few, but a seafood platter with piping hot shrimp, scallops, fish, and all that kind of good stuff is right near the top of both my favourite and favorite list. Sorry, Lucy, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to throw a bit of humor in there.
No worries, it made me chuckle too, but that dish … Oh, boy, I could do with one of those too.
seafood
Mountains or sea?  I’ve spent many thousands of hours fishing in the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico—days and nights, but now I’ll take the mountains in a heartbeat. Recently I lived in Maine’s North Woods for five years, and I yearn to move back up there. I absolutely loved living in the woods alone with just my wife, dog, and all the critters.
Staying or moving?  I think my answer to the preceding question also answers this one perfectly.
Organised or go with the flow?  Unfortunately, I’d have to say organized, for the time being. I hate routine and regimentation, but in this busy, busy writing life there are a lot of things that we must get done. If you can’t organize your time you’re going to leave a lot of strings untied, and that can really hurt an author’s progress.
Just don’t forget to let loose every now and then.
dancing brad pit burn after reading
Morning or evening?  Without a doubt, morning is my favorite time. Nothing fills a soul with more hope than a new dawn.
Complain or act?  I usually complain as long as I can. But when it becomes absolutely necessary, I can really kick myself in gear.
Fight or flight?  I’ll come a runnin’ for a cold beer or dinner, but there isn’t much I’m going to run from.
Thank you Tom, and I hope this book will do well on the charts, like all you other work does too. Well deserved If I may add. Do come back if you have more news to share, or just when you have time to write me a guest blog post about any topic close to your heart.