Chicki Brown's Blog, page 7
December 3, 2017
Sample Sunday Excerpt #1
BreelynThe pen would not stay in my hand; it kept slipping between my sweaty palm and my fingers. Three other people sat at the long conference table, staring and probably wondering what was wrong with me. They waited silently as I wiped my palms over my pants’ leg and studied the contract. I couldn’t believe I was actually signing a record deal, something I’d fantasized about for years. Even though I wanted it more than anything in the world, I was scared shitless to take the first step. After I’d watched Unbreak My Heart, Toni Braxton’s story, maybe ten times, my heart thundered in my chest at the thought of the same thing happening to me.
The record company had sent me a copy of the contract a few weeks ago, and I’d taken it to my lawyer like Zel had told me to do. My lawyer. Every time I said it, I laughed to myself. She specialized in entertainment law and had made a few changes to the contract and explained what they meant. It was her job to make sure I didn’t get screwed the way Toni had. She reassured me that she didn’t need to be present at the signing, so I was doing this alone. Well, not exactly alone. Tangie came with me for moral support, and I was grateful. She’d taken the morning off, even though she had her store to look after.
Two reps from the record company sat across from us. Dave Higgins, the A&R guy for the label, from the contract offer meeting, I already knew. Zel had taken my demo to him. The other had introduced himself as some kind of financial person. I was nervous but not so nervous I failed to notice that the money man was fine as hell-tall, dark-skinned and well-built. Only he was one of the suits-serious and conservative. He filled out the suit beautifully, though. Those chocolate brothers didn’t have to do anything to get my engine running, probably because I am so short and so light. The contrast was a definite turn-on. He looked a little like Spence, but they were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Spence was as far from conservative as you could get.
He spoke up snatching me out of my concentration. It figures he’d have a voice the sounded like James Earl Jones. “Ms. Jarrett, do you have any questions about the financial breakdown in the contract?”
I flipped a few pages to the breakdown of how I would be paid once my single and album were released and then checked to make sure the changes the lawyer made had been included. After I stared at the numbers for a moment, thinking they sounded outrageous to me, I answered, “No, it’s pretty straightforward. My lawyer went over everything with me. It looks like everything is in order. Thank you, Mr.-”
“Devereaux, Pierce Devereaux.”
When I finally lifted my gaze, the look in his eyes almost scorched me. There wasn’t a single thing professional or business-like about it. In fact, if I’d been in a club rather than a conference room, I probably would’ve winked at him. Instead I averted my gaze and nudged Tangie’s foot with mine wordlessly asking if she’d noticed. One last time I tried to dry my moist hands on my pants and then picked up the pen again. There were so many papers to sign. I dragged in a deep breath that was louder than I‘d intended and started with the top sheet.
“Do you gentlemen mind if I record this moment for posterity?” Tangie asked, pointing her phone in my direction.
“Of course not,” Higgins said with a big smile. “Knock yourself out,”
Tangie videoed the moment, and when I’d affixed my signature to the last page, both men shook my hand and welcomed me to the Sonant Records family. Higgins promised to have a final copy of the contract sent to my attorney the next day. He left the conference room and returned a few moments later with a bottle of champagne wrapped in a white towel and four flutes on a fancy silver tray.
“This is a Sonant tradition.” He set the tray on the end of the conference table and wiped the condensation from the outside of the bottle. With the neck of the bottle pointed away from us, he peeled off the foil wrapper, placed his thumb over the cork and began to undo the wire cage surrounding it. After he draped the towel over the bottle’s neck, he twisted the fat bottom part until a soft pop sounded. I’d just seen the right way to open a bottle of champagne.
Instead of him making the toast, Devereaux said, “To the beautiful new addition to the Sonant family! Congratulations, Breelyn.”
Tangie and I clicked our glasses against theirs, and my head spun with giddiness before I’d even taken a sip.
COMING Late Winter to Kindle and Nook and paperback!
November 30, 2017
I did an interview with author Author Dawn Wright. Check ...
I did an interview with author Author Dawn Wright. Check it out!
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November 22, 2017
New Release Showcase
Hello! This is one of my tour stops during my month long book tour for Jillian, by Julia. A Royston. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs November 6-30, 2017. Follow the tour here. Book your own tour here WNLISBN-10: 0692528067ISBN-13: 978-0692528068ASIN: B016C0HJBOBook Title: Jillian Book 1 of the Women of the Fellowship SeriesGenre: Romance Fiction
About The AuthorJulia Royston is an author, publisher, speaker and teacher. Julia provides full-service book publishing services, writing and publishing coaching services as well as hosts workshops and conferences to help aspiring writers become best-selling authors and thriving entrepreneurs. By profession, Julia is a 22-year certified, media specialist/technology instructor with the local public school system. For more information about Julia and her companies visit, www.juliaroyston.net
About The BookJillian watched so many of her friends date, get engaged and marry before her. She wondered what was taking so long. Jillian had done all of the right things. She had gone to school, built a thriving company, owned a home, drove a luxury car and dedicated years of service to her church and community. But, where was her love? Come experience the lessons, longing and love of Jillian Forrester. Have faith, your love is on the way too.EXCERPT
Patricia walked into Jillian’s office closed the door quickly and fell backward against the door. Her eyes were upward and her body language said that she was about to faint and slide to the floor “Okay boss indulge me just a minute.”“What going on? Besides you only call me boss when you could be in trouble or you’re getting ready to hurt somebody.” Jillian inquired“Jillian, I’m about to put a hurting on somebody in a minute, but in a great way,” Patricia said softly.“What’s up?” Jillian exclaimed.“The representatives from Randolph Technologies are waiting to see you in the lobby. I have never seen three brothers look so good since my favorite group, ‘Guy,’ back in the day,” Patricia closed her eyes and did a slight shake and shimmy from her shoulders to her waist.“Okay, Patricia, your minute is up and the key to this company not going down the toilet is on the other side of that door. Girl, get a grip and show them in,” said Jillian with a slight frown. “Okay, are you ready?” Patricia straightened her clothes and mimicked putting her hair back in place. “Yes, I am ready and show them in already,” Jillian then gave Patricia a sharp look while putting the last papers in a folder and coming from behind her desk. Patricia opened the door to the lobby and said to the visitors, “Gentleman, Ms. Forrester will see you now.” Three very handsome gentleman entered Jillian’s office.Patricia continued, “Ms. Forrester, this is Mr. Byron and Myron Randolph, the CEO and President, respectively of Randolph Technologies and their associate, Mr. James Jones.”“Jillian, is that you?” asked Byron as he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of her face. Byron took a long sweep over Jillian from head to toe. Letting his eyes thoroughly glance over every inch of her body. Jillian was checking Byron out right back and blushing greatly on the inside and out. Jillian was thanking God that her milk chocolate skin could hide how hot her cheeks were getting at Byron’s glance. Jillian remembered that Byron was always the ladies’ man of the two. She knew that she couldn’t take what he said seriously because he could be saying it to about three other women too. His eyes were saying a lot and she was trying to believe the clear non-verbal communication. Byron and Myron were both classified as nerds, but Myron was the real nerd of the two. Besides loving technology, Byron and Myron were unique in that they were identical twins in size and height, but with different color complexion. Both men stood six feet three and weighed about 225 lbs. Byron had dark smooth chocolate skin while Myron had a lighter brown complexion like caramel candy. Studies had been done about the twins when they were younger. Their doctor wrote and published an article in a medical journal about their uniqueness.“Jillian Forrester, look at you?” interrupted Myron who had been standing next to Byron watching them both and waiting his turn. “Oh my goodness, yes, it’s me. Byron and Myron Randolph? Look at you guys. I had no idea. I realize that this is unorthodox and not the way I normally start a business meeting, but can I have a hug?” They all laughed as Jillian embraced each twin, Myron first and then Byron. They smelled like Yves Saint Laurent’s latest cologne and dressed in similar clothing, but not matching tailored suits. The days of the twins wearing matching outfits had been abandoned by the time they reached their middle teens. Byron, being the mischievous one, took both her hands in his once the embrace ended and he slightly swayed them back and forth. He stood there holding and gently rubbing her hands in a slow circular motion that left Jillian quite uncomfortable. Byron knew he was wrong, but didn’t want to let her hands go. He kept looking into her eyes to gage her reaction and to soak her all in. Byron thought, ‘Oh my goodness this is Jillian Forrester standing right in front of me.’ Byron tried not to reveal with his eyes all of the rush of emotions that were going on in his head not to mention the fast beat of his heart at the sight of her. He thought, ‘If she only knew how good it is to really see her. Get a grip and calm down boy.’ A look of confusion came on Jillian’s face at how Byron was looking at her. She never dated or even had any thought that Byron even liked her other than a friend when they were younger. What is this? Jillian looked down at the floor quickly realizing that this was suddenly a very awkward and misunderstood moment. They both forgot they were in a corporate office and that there were other people in the room. Jillian had so many questions running through her brain. Byron, on the other hand, was continuing to take her all in. Jillian knew that she must somehow stop this scene from getting any worse or misreading the whole situation. She came back to herself from her thoughts in time to remember she was ignoring the third man in the room. She removed her hands from Byron’s grasp and turned her attention to the other gentleman. “I am so sorry your name is James right? I don’t know you that well or I would hug you too.” Everyone laughed as she shook his hand. James was much taller standing about six foot five and two hundred sixty five pounds. He looked like he could be a defensive end or tackle for the Cincinnati Bengals or some celebrity’s body guard. This very large, gorgeous gentleman was standing there with an iPad, leather portfolio and iPhone. At five foot three, Jillian felt like a midget compared to these three men. Jillian enjoyed the sudden attention and affection, but knew they must get down to business. “Well, shall we all have a seat?” Each man took a seat around Jillian’s small conference table and Byron placed himself to her left, Myron was on her right and James was seated next to Myron.
Connect Socially
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Tour hosted by WLN Book Tours
November 14, 2017
New Release Showcase
This is one of my stops during the two month tour for The Little Girl Inside: Owning My Role in My Own Pain by Tonya Barbee. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs October & November. Follow the tour here. Book your own tour here WNL Book Title: The Little Girl Inside: Owning My Role in My Own PainASIN: B00VJFVN5QISBN-10: 0692564802ISBN-13: 978-0692564806Genre: Non-FictionTonya Barbee About The Author
TONYA BARBEE is a novelist and aspiring playwright. Her most recent published work is titled, The Little Girl Inside Owning My Role in My Own Pain. She is currently working on another project that complements this book. Tonya grew up in Durham, NC, a family of four daughters and one son. Her father, Woodrow served his country for twenty years as an Army officer, retired then taught ROTC for another twenty years and her mother, Doris, a college administrator. She is a proud 1980 graduate of Frank W. Ballou High School in Washington, DC. She worked in operations and management for Department of Agriculture for twenty years. For the past ten years, she’s worked as a project manager for Department of Defense in Washington, DC. She studied at National-Louis University where she earned her Masters in Business Administration in 2009. Although she’s worked her way up the ladder in the federal government, she had no idea she would end up writing professionally however she has always enjoyed sharing her personal life through story telling with those she thought she could help. Then something clicked. As she writes, she is in hopes that her work reaches her readers that have been through something and have contemplated giving up. Her goal is to enable her readers to become empowered to keep moving forward to accomplish their dreams no matter what challenges they have been faced with.
Tonya resides in Bowie, MD with two of her youngest children, Christian and Zachary. Her eldest two, Andrew and Jessica left the nest years ago and have blessed her with seven beautiful grandkids.
About The Book
The Little Girl Inside is a prolific story of triumph and discovery of inner peace. With each page, the reader will be captivated while the author uses the writing pen as a sowing tool-seaming a garment of praise, banner of victory and fabric of joy. With imaginative color, the book is a perfectly designed combination of patterns expressing the maturation of a woman.A uniquely designed transparent jewel every woman should own in her jewelry box. The Little Girl Inside is a ministry resource tool for women in search for transparency in the human heart. The author shows us how to overcome the inner battle of doing the right thing the wrong way, going from finding love in the wrong places to allowing love to be revealed in the right time and in the right place.
Excerpt
I made room for Sir Intellectual to bring what I thought were the remainder of hi things. I also made room on my health insurance policy just in case he didn't have any. Too bad it didn't occur to me to ask him. My ability to confront was non-existent. I decided not to wait until I returned to work to handle it. I contacted my carrier and updated my policy to include my new husband. The whole time I felt sad that he wasn't contacting his carrier to include me. I had a husband, though what caliber of husband, I wasn't sure. Sometimes I wanted to slap myself for being so needy that I overlooked important things and ignored flags, bells, and whistles.
Social Media Contacts
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Tour hosted by Write Now Literary
November 7, 2017
Back to basics
As I posted on October 5th, writing A Song For You has put me in a spot in which I've never found myself before. I tried freewriting to help me get the story going, and that worked a couple of times, but every day when I sit down to write I've been having the same problem. At least I have a gorgeous cover that I absolutely love!
Since I'm only finishing up Chapter Seven and have been writing this book since July, there is definitely a problem, and I still don't know what the problem is. Soooo, I've decided to go back to storyboarding.
There are many different ways to create a storyboard. Here are a few examples:
EXAMPLES - on an actual whiteboard using different color sticky notes...
Using a specialty writing program like Scrivener...
in a computer program like Word...
Even handwritten...
October 12, 2017
New Release Showcase
My sisterscribe from across the pond,
Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku
, has a new sweet and steamy romance release entitled
All of Me
!
She's been here before, but I'll let her tell you a bit about herself:
A bit About Stella
I'm Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, author of several toe-curling & heart-fluttering Flirty& Feisty Romance Novels consisting of Contemporary/Interracial/Multicultural Romance as well as Historical & Paranormal Romance Books. I write about super sexy heroes and flirty & feisty heroines. My stories are a breath of fresh air, dotted with unexpected twists and are set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. An emotional spin is what you get when you read my books. There are now 19 published books so far. Just so you know, I'm a romantic freak, mother of two fun - loving teenagers, married to my gorgeous husband/best friend and we live in London, UK. If my teens had their way, they would fill our home with a dozen pets. Swimming on my back like a star-fish is one of my skills. Please write or connect with me on social media. I love reading from you.
Blurb“Incredibly hot, pushy; a real hunk, my neighbour, Jermaine is so in my face, I can hardly breathe on my own. He has a body any woman dreams about with hard lines, tight ass, muscled with tattoos along his arms and inviting lips that keeps me gasping. Yet, I know he’s wrong for me, but tell that to my aroused body as night after night, his chiselled figure pulls me closer in my dreams. I’ve got to remind myself Jermaine double-crossed me, plus my secret taunts me, so there’s no way we can be together. Not a chance!”
~ Roli Boyo
“I’m in London to find a woman who’s even-tempered, homely and has not given her heart to any other man. Someone who wants me with her whole heart. By a twist of fate, I run into my next-door neighbour, Roli, a stunning model who speaks her mind no matter what. Although she has a list of exes’ and a boyfriend I’ve not seen, she makes my chest tighten and I want to capture her full lips with mine. But she has done something I can’t accept. Yet my feet keep dragging me to her front yard even though I know nothing can come out of our escapades. Absolutely nothing!”
~ Jermaine Tucker
Will Roli and Jermaine find comfort in each other’s arms?Teaser
A small pinch went through her chest at the idea she could walk in on Jermaine kissing another woman. Her eyes instantly misted.
“Don’t bother. I don’t want your keys. You can have mine, if you can handle it.”
When she got up to walk away, Jermaine sprang to his feet and blocked her way. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Yet, her blood boiled in her veins.
He wrapped his fingers around her forearms and squeezed gently. “I saw the switch in emotion on your face. I’m sorry.”
Staring at her feet, she struggled to find the right words. “It’s nothing to do with you. I guess I’m confused about what’s going on.”
“Because of the kiss we shared earlier.” It was a statement, not a question.
Her eyes flew to meet his and her lips parted involuntarily. And his eyes feasted on her lips. Like thunder, he smashed her against his rock-hard frame and bound her body with his arms. She linked her arms around his hips, happy to be locked within his glorious heat. He took in a harsh breath and planted his mouth on her shoulders, her neck and hair.
Mini quakes rumbled through her body and she whimpered in his arms as springs of heat let loose on her skin.
“What’s going on between us, Roli? Can you feel the tremors ripping through me?” he asked when he cut off their kiss. “I don’t care about your boyfriend, I really don’t.”
Jermaine’s words tore down every barrier she had put up in the past few years, as her arms mapped his muscled back, grazed his tough skin and marked his flesh with her fingernails.
“If I kiss you again, I’m not going to stop. You’re a very attractive woman and I’m not immune to your beauty and witty personality. So just give me your keys and I’ll go home.”
Even as he spoke, tears pricked the back of her eyes as her chest tightened and her pulse rate amplified. Leaning her neck back, she stared up at him, wishing for one thing only.
Reading her thoughts with accuracy, Jermaine unleashed an onslaught on her lips and she opened her mouth, welcoming him deep inside.
Moaning sharply, a harsh cry wrenched from within her chest and Roli knew she was lost for good.
Deepening the slide of his tongue inside her mouth, he groaned as shock waves rocked through him. The tremor did not spare her body.
What I said I wanted in a man is at war with what my body craves.
A virgin groom looked less likely with every kiss she shared with Jermaine Tucker–her sexy neighbour extraordinaire.
All of Me Purchase Links –
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/All-Me-Sweet-Steamy-Romance-ebook/dp/B075PHYSX7/Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/All-Me-Sweet-Steamy-Romance-ebook/dp/B075PHYSX7/
Okada Books: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/all_of_me/15607
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/748365
Find a collection of all Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels.
1. All of Me
2. "You're Mine"
3. Enticed Forever
4. Naked Attraction
5. INDECENT
6. His Ring
7. Royal Cowries (Cowries Series Book 1)
8. His Choice (Cowries Series Book 2)
9. LUST
10. Love at Christmas
11. Husband to Rent
12. Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series Book 1)
13. Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series Book 2)
14. Forbidden Dance (Forbidden Series Book 1)
15. Red Velvet Rose (Forbidden Series Book 2)
16. Tempting Desire
17. Seduced Hearts
18. Stolen Kisses (Holiday Series Complete Set)
19. Wild WhispersConnect with Stella on Social Media
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4538936.Stella_Eromonsere_AjanakuFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/flirtyandfeistyromancenovels?v=wall&ref=pdem
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/106790524...
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/eromonsereajana/
Blog: http://flirtyandfeistyromance.blogspot.co.uk/
All Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels are available on:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Stella-Eromonsere-Ajanaku/e/B004LXE09E
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stella-Eromonsere-Ajanaku/e/B004LXE09E
Okada Books: http://okadabooks.com/search?term=Stella+Eromonsere-Ajanaku
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/interview/StellaE1
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/stella-eromonsere-ajanaku?store=allproducts&keyword=stella+eromonsere-ajanaku
Website: http://www.flirtyandfeistyromancenovel.co.uk/
Don’t Miss Updates on New Releases and Book Deals. Sign up for Stella’s Newsletter: http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Feepurl.com%2FcpbEwT&h=-AQGOFLErAQGIBW263YlisOlKzjDEygxBIcj0fo9ou4xGSw
Flirty & Feisty
Romance Our promise...is to deliver an intensely emotional experience you'll never forget.
She's been here before, but I'll let her tell you a bit about herself:
A bit About Stella
I'm Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku, author of several toe-curling & heart-fluttering Flirty& Feisty Romance Novels consisting of Contemporary/Interracial/Multicultural Romance as well as Historical & Paranormal Romance Books. I write about super sexy heroes and flirty & feisty heroines. My stories are a breath of fresh air, dotted with unexpected twists and are set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and enchanting America. An emotional spin is what you get when you read my books. There are now 19 published books so far. Just so you know, I'm a romantic freak, mother of two fun - loving teenagers, married to my gorgeous husband/best friend and we live in London, UK. If my teens had their way, they would fill our home with a dozen pets. Swimming on my back like a star-fish is one of my skills. Please write or connect with me on social media. I love reading from you.
Blurb“Incredibly hot, pushy; a real hunk, my neighbour, Jermaine is so in my face, I can hardly breathe on my own. He has a body any woman dreams about with hard lines, tight ass, muscled with tattoos along his arms and inviting lips that keeps me gasping. Yet, I know he’s wrong for me, but tell that to my aroused body as night after night, his chiselled figure pulls me closer in my dreams. I’ve got to remind myself Jermaine double-crossed me, plus my secret taunts me, so there’s no way we can be together. Not a chance!”
~ Roli Boyo
“I’m in London to find a woman who’s even-tempered, homely and has not given her heart to any other man. Someone who wants me with her whole heart. By a twist of fate, I run into my next-door neighbour, Roli, a stunning model who speaks her mind no matter what. Although she has a list of exes’ and a boyfriend I’ve not seen, she makes my chest tighten and I want to capture her full lips with mine. But she has done something I can’t accept. Yet my feet keep dragging me to her front yard even though I know nothing can come out of our escapades. Absolutely nothing!”
~ Jermaine Tucker
Will Roli and Jermaine find comfort in each other’s arms?Teaser
A small pinch went through her chest at the idea she could walk in on Jermaine kissing another woman. Her eyes instantly misted.
“Don’t bother. I don’t want your keys. You can have mine, if you can handle it.”
When she got up to walk away, Jermaine sprang to his feet and blocked her way. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” Yet, her blood boiled in her veins.
He wrapped his fingers around her forearms and squeezed gently. “I saw the switch in emotion on your face. I’m sorry.”
Staring at her feet, she struggled to find the right words. “It’s nothing to do with you. I guess I’m confused about what’s going on.”
“Because of the kiss we shared earlier.” It was a statement, not a question.
Her eyes flew to meet his and her lips parted involuntarily. And his eyes feasted on her lips. Like thunder, he smashed her against his rock-hard frame and bound her body with his arms. She linked her arms around his hips, happy to be locked within his glorious heat. He took in a harsh breath and planted his mouth on her shoulders, her neck and hair.
Mini quakes rumbled through her body and she whimpered in his arms as springs of heat let loose on her skin.
“What’s going on between us, Roli? Can you feel the tremors ripping through me?” he asked when he cut off their kiss. “I don’t care about your boyfriend, I really don’t.”
Jermaine’s words tore down every barrier she had put up in the past few years, as her arms mapped his muscled back, grazed his tough skin and marked his flesh with her fingernails.
“If I kiss you again, I’m not going to stop. You’re a very attractive woman and I’m not immune to your beauty and witty personality. So just give me your keys and I’ll go home.”
Even as he spoke, tears pricked the back of her eyes as her chest tightened and her pulse rate amplified. Leaning her neck back, she stared up at him, wishing for one thing only.
Reading her thoughts with accuracy, Jermaine unleashed an onslaught on her lips and she opened her mouth, welcoming him deep inside.
Moaning sharply, a harsh cry wrenched from within her chest and Roli knew she was lost for good.
Deepening the slide of his tongue inside her mouth, he groaned as shock waves rocked through him. The tremor did not spare her body.
What I said I wanted in a man is at war with what my body craves.
A virgin groom looked less likely with every kiss she shared with Jermaine Tucker–her sexy neighbour extraordinaire.
All of Me Purchase Links –
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/All-Me-Sweet-Steamy-Romance-ebook/dp/B075PHYSX7/Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/All-Me-Sweet-Steamy-Romance-ebook/dp/B075PHYSX7/
Okada Books: http://okadabooks.com/book/about/all_of_me/15607
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/748365
Find a collection of all Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels.
1. All of Me
2. "You're Mine"
3. Enticed Forever
4. Naked Attraction
5. INDECENT
6. His Ring
7. Royal Cowries (Cowries Series Book 1)
8. His Choice (Cowries Series Book 2)
9. LUST
10. Love at Christmas
11. Husband to Rent
12. Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series Book 1)
13. Kiss My Lips (Holiday Series Book 2)
14. Forbidden Dance (Forbidden Series Book 1)
15. Red Velvet Rose (Forbidden Series Book 2)
16. Tempting Desire
17. Seduced Hearts
18. Stolen Kisses (Holiday Series Complete Set)
19. Wild WhispersConnect with Stella on Social Media
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4538936.Stella_Eromonsere_AjanakuFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/flirtyandfeistyromancenovels?v=wall&ref=pdem
Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/106790524...
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/eromonsereajana/
Blog: http://flirtyandfeistyromance.blogspot.co.uk/
All Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels are available on:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Stella-Eromonsere-Ajanaku/e/B004LXE09E
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stella-Eromonsere-Ajanaku/e/B004LXE09E
Okada Books: http://okadabooks.com/search?term=Stella+Eromonsere-Ajanaku
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/interview/StellaE1
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/stella-eromonsere-ajanaku?store=allproducts&keyword=stella+eromonsere-ajanaku
Website: http://www.flirtyandfeistyromancenovel.co.uk/
Don’t Miss Updates on New Releases and Book Deals. Sign up for Stella’s Newsletter: http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Feepurl.com%2FcpbEwT&h=-AQGOFLErAQGIBW263YlisOlKzjDEygxBIcj0fo9ou4xGSw
Flirty & Feisty
Romance Our promise...is to deliver an intensely emotional experience you'll never forget.October 5, 2017
Challenges...
I probably shouldn't be taking the time to write this post, but writing A SONG FOR YOU is presenting me with some challenges, and I need to get this off my chest.
Yesterday I read a great article in the wonderful new magazine published by Permission To Write about automatic writing by Ka'Lyn Coghill. She opened the article with this sentence: "Writing can be daunting when you find yourself at a roadblock. It can be disheartening to have a thought but not have the words to eloquently express the way you feel."
That immediately grabbed my attention, because I am struggling with the opening chapters of Book Two in The Lake Series. Usually when I start a new book, I sail through the beginning and don't stall out until the middle. This time it was different.
Ms. Coghill recommends doing freewriting when this happens. Since I've never tried this approach, I was skeptical. I'm one of those writers who likes to go into each session with a plan. It seemed to me if I was already having trouble getting the words on the page, sitting down and writing whatever came to mind would be fruitless. I was wrong.
I set a timer for fifteen minutes and proceeded to write whatever came to mind. It was interesting that it started out with a complaint about the usefulness of doing the exercise, but as I continued without stopping, possible ideas for the story came to me. What developed was the most productive writing day I've had in weeks.
via GIPHY
Today, I plan to do the same thing. Thanks, Ka'Lyn!
If you want to learn more about freewriting, this Wikipedia article will give you more details:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Free_wr...
September 28, 2017
New Release Showcase
Hello. I’m Excited. This is one of my stops for the Virtual Book Tour That Was Then, This Is Now, This Broken Vessel Restored. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours. This tour runs September 28, 2017. Follow the
tour here
. Book your own tour here
WNL
Genre: Christian Non FictionKindle ASIN: B073VCY1L5
About the Author
In addition to being an award winning author of Completely Whole and Secret Places Revealed, Paulette is an inspirational speaker, as well as a writing workshop instructor. Her literary works have been spotlighted in a growing number of publications, including CBN, Real Life Real Faith Magazine, The Sacramento Observer and Black Pearls Magazine. She has also appeared on numerous local and online radio shows.Paulette is also the owner of Write Now Literary Book Tours. She resides in Northern California.
About The Book
HOW COULD GOD HAVE A PURPOSE FOR ME AMIDST THIS MESS? WHY DO SUCH BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE?If you've recently asked yourself these questions, Paulette Harper's That Was Then, This is Now has the answers. Struggling to recover from a broken marriage and disappointed dreams, Paulette Harper gropes for meaning and understanding. And through her searching, God reveals Himself to her in ways she never before imagined possible. By sharing her struggles with transparency, she illustrates how a heart attitude of surrender allows God to use a broken vessel for His ultimate plans of glory. That Was Then, This is Now, minsters to hurting hearts in every season in life, reminding them that God restores shattered lives, intent on using them for His sovereign purposes.
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September 14, 2017
New Release Showcase
Today I'm happy to present the brand new release by Unoma Nwankwor.
Hello. I’m Excited. This is one of my stops during the one month tour for Sons of Ishmael Reintroduction Tour: The Danjuma Brothers. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours . This tour runs September 11 – October 5, 2017. Follow the tour here . Book your own tour here WNL
About The AuthorBorn in Akron, Ohio to Nigerian parents, Unoma Nwankwor is an award winning, international best-selling author of several fiction titles, and a champion of purpose. She is the recipient of the Nigerian Writers’ Award 2015 for Best Faith Based Fiction Writer. At the end of 2016, she was short listed for the Diaspora Writer of the Year. She was also recently named as one of the “100 Most Influential Nigerian Writers Under 40”
When she is not writing fiction, she empowers women of faith to remain rooted in hope by building confident expectations in the promises of God. She’s the host of the Anchor Talk Podcast, the COO of KevStel Group LLC and Founder of Living A Life of Expectancy.
Unoma resides in Atlanta with her husband and two children.
A SCOOP OF LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL BOOK I
About The Book Genre: Christian Fiction/Romance
The oldest of the Danjuma brothers, Rasheed was a self-made man. He’d learned at an early age that love and commitment brought with it complications he didn’t want to deal with. His single-minded focus had paid off. He was able to step into the shoes of his absentee father by taking care of his mother and twin brothers. But just when he thought he could stop carrying the weight of his family on his shoulders, he gets a call that could change the trajectory of Rasheed’s life.Ibiso Jaja, a professional caterer, had gambled on the love of a man and lost. Through the redeeming love of God, she had picked herself up and was now living her dream as the owner of Bisso Bites, a bistro in the heart of Abuja. However circumstances conspire to threaten the bistro and bring her face to face with the type of man she has vowed to avoid. The attraction is instant.Once again, Rasheed is forced to do something he has done all his life – put the needs of his family ahead of his own. This time however, he crosses path with the sassy, independent, Jesus-loving caterer who is bent on making him see the power of forgiveness and God’s love. Just when Rasheed lets his guard down, a deadly sabotage causes old demons to rise. Will Rasheed continue to pursue power and success or surrender to the light of God’s love?Rasheed Danjuma sighed aloud at the sight of another unwanted email from the lawoffices of Ezekiel and Stanley. These lawyers were beginning to work his last nerve. He placed his finger over the touchpad of his laptop, directed the cursor to the delete icon and pressed it.It had been six months since Zayd Danjuma, the man that contributed to his genetic makeup had passed away. And his lawyers were still hounding him. Rasheed had thought his non-attendance of the funeral service was a clear indication of his disinterest in anything they had to say about his so-called father.Determined not to let the email ruin his day, he picked up the receiver and dialed his assistant’s extension. She picked up at the first ring.“Yes, Rasheed?”“Have you heard anything back from those clients in the United States?”“No, I didn’t,” she said. “But while you were on your conference call, your mother called.”Rasheed felt a strange rise in his stomach. His mother almost never called him on his office phone unless she wanted to reach him in a hurry. “Did she leave a message?”“No, she just said to let you know she called.”“Okay, thank you.” He disconnected the call.Rasheed walked over to his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. Looking out of the large window of his Hyde Park office, his sense of unease grew. He checked, and there were three missed called from his mother. His voice mail was empty. What was going on? He dialed his mother. She answered on the third ring.“Mama, you tried to reach me. Is everything okay?”“Nna, I really don’t know how to answer that.”His mother used her term of endearment, Nna, for her sons when she wanted to ask for something she knew they didn’t want to give.“What is it?”“Those lawyers from your father’s estate came to see me today,” she said. “Rasheed, I don’t want those men in my shop or house. I’m asking you again to come home and see what they want.”Rasheed’s jaw set. How dare those lawyers hound his mother? Why was it so important that he and his brothers attend the stupid will reading? Even though it had been twenty-five years since their father had walked out of their lives, the memory of that morning was still vivid. Their father didn’t care about them in life, so why was he so concerned about their well-being in death? Squaring up against those lawyers himself was one thing, but when they involved his mother, it was totally different. He wouldn’t have it.“You mean they came to your shop?” Rasheed asked as though he didn’t hear her the first time. Anger shot through his feet as he began to pace the length of his office.“Yes.” His mother’s voice sounded shaky. “It’s one thing for them to call but to show up,I don’t appreciate it. They almost scared my customers away.”After his mother had retired as a school administrator, she had decided she couldn’t sit idle. Her love of fashion led to the opening of a boutique in the heart of Abuja’s business district. Within months, the business had flourished. Rasheed had supported her because whatever made his mother happy made him happy, too. After many years of living in pain, she deserved to live her life in peace. They all did.Rasheed’s mind went back to the email he’d received earlier in the day. Since theselawyers were playing hardball, it was clear he had no choice but to travel to Nigeria. “If those lawyers call you again, tell them I’ll be there soon.”His mother’s sigh expressed her relief. “God bless you, my son.”“It’s okay, Mama. They better make it worth my while. If not, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
ANCHORED BY LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL SERIES BOOK II About The Book
When cardiac surgeon, Jabir Danjuma met Damisi Odinga at the University of Michigan seven years ago, it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight. With love comes commitment and he knows that’s not a promise he could keep, after all he is his father’s son. However, their attraction can’t be denied. Their ensuing one year romance is passionate and intense, and he begins to feel the forbidden emotion—love. Just as he starts to let his guard down, Damisi breaks up with him and moves half way around the world to Lagos, Nigeria. He knows immediately that the demise of their relationship has something to do with that church she joined. She becomes unrecognizable and wants to change him into something he is not. His studies are the most important thing to him, so he did what any sane man would do, let her go.Popular television personality Damisi Odinga, needs to end the fourth season of her show Becoming Ruth, with a bang. The trending topic in the country is the fairy-tale wedding of the heir to the Danjuma empire. The family has been shrouded in secrecy ever since the unknown sons resurfaced in the country last year. Coverage of the wedding weekend will give her show the boost it needs and seal its number one rating. No one can get an interview with the couple but she had a way in, her ex man, Jabir Danjuma. So what if he broke her heart and she hasn’t been able to get over him? This was kingdom business, right?Years ago, Damisi left him without an explanation and now Jabir has her just where he wants her. Their encounter sets off a series of events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. Angry, they leave Abuja to their destinations. If they didn’t set eyes on each other again it would be too soon. But little did they know that fate has another thing planned. Will they stick it out long enough for the Potter to perfect their scars and pain for His purpose or will distance and time steal the day.Thirty minutes later, Jabir was in the KTN lobby waiting for Damisi. He got curious stares from the receptionist and guard. He didn’t know whether it was because he looked like Kamal—someone they’d recognize—or because Damisi never received male visitors. He hoped it was the latter.The space was decorated in light colors, and the walls were decorated with paintings or pictures of guests of their shows. He walked to the one the one that had Damisi in it. She was on the set of her show and looked beautiful. She had a microphone in her hand and was smiling. From the picture, he could see she loved what she did. His eyes saddened at what the scandal would do to her career. If they acted fast, she might have a chance of salvaging it, but she was too stubborn, and his approach wasn’t helping either. He had to get her to see reason.“What are you doing here?” she whispered behind him.Jabir turned around and marveled at how gorgeous she looked. He smiled inwardly.“I figured you could use breakfast.” He handed her the smoothie and the box of pastries.She took it from him slowly, her eyes softening with gratitude. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t be here.”Jabir frowned. “Why? Expecting someone?”She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him to the corner. He resisted at first, but caved when he saw the plea in her eyes. “I really appreciate the breakfast, but I thought you were supposed to be on your way to Badagry. I really don’t need any rumors started.”He lifted his brow. “Rumors? I’m not doing anything but making sure you’re fed. The baby needs to eat.”She looked around in shocked horror. “Shhhh. Do you want to say it a little louder?” She rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. “Jabir, please you can’t be here. In case you forgot, you look like one of the most recognizable Nigerian soccer players. I can’t do the rumor mill now.”He wanted to dismiss her argument, but he was running late, and she was right. But then he had another idea. “Okay, I’ll leave on one condition.”“Really?”“Really.” He smirked.Some people walked past them and did a double take. Damisi panicked. “What is it?”“Have dinner with me when I get back.”Damisi hesitated, then someone she knew walked over to say hello to them. By now, he could see the fury in her eyes. The daggers in them were aimed at him. He raised his eyebrow.“I can’t believe you. Okay. Go,” she said hurriedly and turned away. He watched her go, but smiled when she walked back his way. “Thank you, and please drive safe.”Yep. This new approach just might work. There was hope.
Connect Socially Twitter: https://twitter.com/unwankworFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/UNwankworAuthor/Website: https://unomanwankwor.com/
Purchase Link Amazon: http://amzn.to/2uKvhPNTour hosted by Write Now Literary Book Tours
Hello. I’m Excited. This is one of my stops during the one month tour for Sons of Ishmael Reintroduction Tour: The Danjuma Brothers. This virtual book tour is organized by Write Now Literary Book Tours . This tour runs September 11 – October 5, 2017. Follow the tour here . Book your own tour here WNL
About The AuthorBorn in Akron, Ohio to Nigerian parents, Unoma Nwankwor is an award winning, international best-selling author of several fiction titles, and a champion of purpose. She is the recipient of the Nigerian Writers’ Award 2015 for Best Faith Based Fiction Writer. At the end of 2016, she was short listed for the Diaspora Writer of the Year. She was also recently named as one of the “100 Most Influential Nigerian Writers Under 40” When she is not writing fiction, she empowers women of faith to remain rooted in hope by building confident expectations in the promises of God. She’s the host of the Anchor Talk Podcast, the COO of KevStel Group LLC and Founder of Living A Life of Expectancy.
Unoma resides in Atlanta with her husband and two children.
A SCOOP OF LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL BOOK I
About The Book Genre: Christian Fiction/Romance
The oldest of the Danjuma brothers, Rasheed was a self-made man. He’d learned at an early age that love and commitment brought with it complications he didn’t want to deal with. His single-minded focus had paid off. He was able to step into the shoes of his absentee father by taking care of his mother and twin brothers. But just when he thought he could stop carrying the weight of his family on his shoulders, he gets a call that could change the trajectory of Rasheed’s life.Ibiso Jaja, a professional caterer, had gambled on the love of a man and lost. Through the redeeming love of God, she had picked herself up and was now living her dream as the owner of Bisso Bites, a bistro in the heart of Abuja. However circumstances conspire to threaten the bistro and bring her face to face with the type of man she has vowed to avoid. The attraction is instant.Once again, Rasheed is forced to do something he has done all his life – put the needs of his family ahead of his own. This time however, he crosses path with the sassy, independent, Jesus-loving caterer who is bent on making him see the power of forgiveness and God’s love. Just when Rasheed lets his guard down, a deadly sabotage causes old demons to rise. Will Rasheed continue to pursue power and success or surrender to the light of God’s love?Rasheed Danjuma sighed aloud at the sight of another unwanted email from the lawoffices of Ezekiel and Stanley. These lawyers were beginning to work his last nerve. He placed his finger over the touchpad of his laptop, directed the cursor to the delete icon and pressed it.It had been six months since Zayd Danjuma, the man that contributed to his genetic makeup had passed away. And his lawyers were still hounding him. Rasheed had thought his non-attendance of the funeral service was a clear indication of his disinterest in anything they had to say about his so-called father.Determined not to let the email ruin his day, he picked up the receiver and dialed his assistant’s extension. She picked up at the first ring.“Yes, Rasheed?”“Have you heard anything back from those clients in the United States?”“No, I didn’t,” she said. “But while you were on your conference call, your mother called.”Rasheed felt a strange rise in his stomach. His mother almost never called him on his office phone unless she wanted to reach him in a hurry. “Did she leave a message?”“No, she just said to let you know she called.”“Okay, thank you.” He disconnected the call.Rasheed walked over to his jacket and pulled out his cell phone. Looking out of the large window of his Hyde Park office, his sense of unease grew. He checked, and there were three missed called from his mother. His voice mail was empty. What was going on? He dialed his mother. She answered on the third ring.“Mama, you tried to reach me. Is everything okay?”“Nna, I really don’t know how to answer that.”His mother used her term of endearment, Nna, for her sons when she wanted to ask for something she knew they didn’t want to give.“What is it?”“Those lawyers from your father’s estate came to see me today,” she said. “Rasheed, I don’t want those men in my shop or house. I’m asking you again to come home and see what they want.”Rasheed’s jaw set. How dare those lawyers hound his mother? Why was it so important that he and his brothers attend the stupid will reading? Even though it had been twenty-five years since their father had walked out of their lives, the memory of that morning was still vivid. Their father didn’t care about them in life, so why was he so concerned about their well-being in death? Squaring up against those lawyers himself was one thing, but when they involved his mother, it was totally different. He wouldn’t have it.“You mean they came to your shop?” Rasheed asked as though he didn’t hear her the first time. Anger shot through his feet as he began to pace the length of his office.“Yes.” His mother’s voice sounded shaky. “It’s one thing for them to call but to show up,I don’t appreciate it. They almost scared my customers away.”After his mother had retired as a school administrator, she had decided she couldn’t sit idle. Her love of fashion led to the opening of a boutique in the heart of Abuja’s business district. Within months, the business had flourished. Rasheed had supported her because whatever made his mother happy made him happy, too. After many years of living in pain, she deserved to live her life in peace. They all did.Rasheed’s mind went back to the email he’d received earlier in the day. Since theselawyers were playing hardball, it was clear he had no choice but to travel to Nigeria. “If those lawyers call you again, tell them I’ll be there soon.”His mother’s sigh expressed her relief. “God bless you, my son.”“It’s okay, Mama. They better make it worth my while. If not, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
ANCHORED BY LOVE~ SONS OF ISHMAEL SERIES BOOK II About The Book
When cardiac surgeon, Jabir Danjuma met Damisi Odinga at the University of Michigan seven years ago, it wasn’t necessarily love at first sight. With love comes commitment and he knows that’s not a promise he could keep, after all he is his father’s son. However, their attraction can’t be denied. Their ensuing one year romance is passionate and intense, and he begins to feel the forbidden emotion—love. Just as he starts to let his guard down, Damisi breaks up with him and moves half way around the world to Lagos, Nigeria. He knows immediately that the demise of their relationship has something to do with that church she joined. She becomes unrecognizable and wants to change him into something he is not. His studies are the most important thing to him, so he did what any sane man would do, let her go.Popular television personality Damisi Odinga, needs to end the fourth season of her show Becoming Ruth, with a bang. The trending topic in the country is the fairy-tale wedding of the heir to the Danjuma empire. The family has been shrouded in secrecy ever since the unknown sons resurfaced in the country last year. Coverage of the wedding weekend will give her show the boost it needs and seal its number one rating. No one can get an interview with the couple but she had a way in, her ex man, Jabir Danjuma. So what if he broke her heart and she hasn’t been able to get over him? This was kingdom business, right?Years ago, Damisi left him without an explanation and now Jabir has her just where he wants her. Their encounter sets off a series of events that leave them both with fresh pain and hurt. Angry, they leave Abuja to their destinations. If they didn’t set eyes on each other again it would be too soon. But little did they know that fate has another thing planned. Will they stick it out long enough for the Potter to perfect their scars and pain for His purpose or will distance and time steal the day.Thirty minutes later, Jabir was in the KTN lobby waiting for Damisi. He got curious stares from the receptionist and guard. He didn’t know whether it was because he looked like Kamal—someone they’d recognize—or because Damisi never received male visitors. He hoped it was the latter.The space was decorated in light colors, and the walls were decorated with paintings or pictures of guests of their shows. He walked to the one the one that had Damisi in it. She was on the set of her show and looked beautiful. She had a microphone in her hand and was smiling. From the picture, he could see she loved what she did. His eyes saddened at what the scandal would do to her career. If they acted fast, she might have a chance of salvaging it, but she was too stubborn, and his approach wasn’t helping either. He had to get her to see reason.“What are you doing here?” she whispered behind him.Jabir turned around and marveled at how gorgeous she looked. He smiled inwardly.“I figured you could use breakfast.” He handed her the smoothie and the box of pastries.She took it from him slowly, her eyes softening with gratitude. “Thank you, but you shouldn’t be here.”Jabir frowned. “Why? Expecting someone?”She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him to the corner. He resisted at first, but caved when he saw the plea in her eyes. “I really appreciate the breakfast, but I thought you were supposed to be on your way to Badagry. I really don’t need any rumors started.”He lifted his brow. “Rumors? I’m not doing anything but making sure you’re fed. The baby needs to eat.”She looked around in shocked horror. “Shhhh. Do you want to say it a little louder?” She rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. “Jabir, please you can’t be here. In case you forgot, you look like one of the most recognizable Nigerian soccer players. I can’t do the rumor mill now.”He wanted to dismiss her argument, but he was running late, and she was right. But then he had another idea. “Okay, I’ll leave on one condition.”“Really?”“Really.” He smirked.Some people walked past them and did a double take. Damisi panicked. “What is it?”“Have dinner with me when I get back.”Damisi hesitated, then someone she knew walked over to say hello to them. By now, he could see the fury in her eyes. The daggers in them were aimed at him. He raised his eyebrow.“I can’t believe you. Okay. Go,” she said hurriedly and turned away. He watched her go, but smiled when she walked back his way. “Thank you, and please drive safe.”Yep. This new approach just might work. There was hope.
Connect Socially Twitter: https://twitter.com/unwankworFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/UNwankworAuthor/Website: https://unomanwankwor.com/
Purchase Link Amazon: http://amzn.to/2uKvhPNTour hosted by Write Now Literary Book Tours
September 7, 2017
New Release Showcase
Today I have an amazing new release to share with you! My online brotherscribe, James Fant, has written a historical romance/thriller, entitled
The Darkest Loop
, which came out on September 4th. Let me tell you a little about James and then I'll share a short synopsis and excerpt from the book.
Author Bio:
James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. He received a degree in biology from College of Charleston and a master’s in business administration from Charleston Southern University. His love for literature was forged by the works of Eric Jerome Dickey, Walter Mosely, and Stephen King. He also finds inspiration from screenwriters Shonda Rhimes, Aaron Sorkin and Kurt Sutter. Literarily, James has always been drawn to intelligent yet imperfect characters and he writes novels with them in mind.
Synopsis:
Dallas Anderson is stuck in a time loop that repeats Labor Day 2001 to September 11, 2001. He thinks he must prevent the terrorist attacks to break the loop. But each loop challenges that theory, igniting a fiery romance between him and his best friend's sister and exposing the dark truth behind Déjà vu.
Excerpt:
Someone somewhere was giving me a gang of second chances. Who knew when their generosity was going to run out?
So I staked out in the side parking lot of Family Medicine. I backed my Camry into a spot near some bushes so I wouldn’t be seen. But by the time I arrived there at 7:00 in the morning, there was no one to be seeing me anyway.
There I was, sitting in the driver seat like an old flatfoot. Slumped in my seat. A baseball cap pulled over my head. The tint on my windows provided an excellent cover. I spent the entire early morning thinking about the why of the loop. The why haunted me. Eluded me. It had nothing to do with saving Kevin. I knew that now. I knew exactly why I was stuck in a time loop. My mission. But the mission was daunting—much too daunting for one man to tackle. I needed a partner. Thena was the first person who came to mind. It was like a little voice in my head telling me that we were somehow irrevocably linked in some cosmic and spiritual way. In the kind of way that would cause her to believe me when I told her that I was in this loop. The kind of blind faith that would have her help me in perhaps doing what I was chosen to do. But I had to save Kevin. And I couldn’t get hurt in the process. I would sure need my ankle later.
It was nearly noon when I saw Thena walk by and I cursed. Why was she still here? Wasn’t she still mad at Kevin?
Now, I knew that the incident with the van wouldn’t take place for another fifteen minutes or so. So I had to act fast.
I pushed through the lobby doors in my trench coat and ball cap and said, “I knew you were going to let me down!”
“Dallas,” she turned left, right, then back to me. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve told you: I’ve been here before.”
“Here?”
I looked around the lobby. “No...not here. But out there.” I pointed out the dark glass window. “Definitely out there.” Mind you, I was wearing a trench coat in the beginning of September, along with a hat pulled tightly over my eyes. I hadn’t taken stock in the craziness of my outfit. My next statement would sound to Thena as crazy as the outfit I was wearing.
“I’m stuck in a time loop. That’s how I know about Bryant Green—but all I know about him is that you were engaged long ago. That’s not important. I only brought him up because it’s a fact that I know that I could not have known unless I saw you talking to him, and of course your mother told me that you were engaged.”
“Kevin could’ve told you all of that. You know what? You need to leave.”
“Kevin’s coming soon. He’s going to start into that intersection and get demolished unless I save him.”
“I’m calling security.”
“Yesterday, you were wearing light pink toe-nail polish with glitter.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now how would I know that unless you took off your shoes? You didn’t yesterday. Not that yesterday. But on a previous yesterday, you did.”
Thena was motioning to the representative behind the reception counter. “Excuse me! Sir? Would you please call Public Safety?”
“Oh my goodness.” I shot up from my chair. “Kevin’s coming.”
I dashed out, knowing in my heart each step was the sealing of my fate. Sweat pooled at the base of my neck to match the moistness on my forehead. I tossed the hat to the ground. Why? No clue. Maybe I thought in the seconds between my lunging from the glass doors to the sidewalk my hat would slow me down. But that was stupid. The hat—if I still had it—would cushion the blow as my head hit the ground—again. Of course I didn’t feel much pain on my first go round (if that was the first go round of me attempting to save Kevin). But the pain afterwards? The mind gnawing migraines. My ankle feeling like someone had stabbed through it all the way to the bone. And that same someone had the unmitigated gall to leave that knife there. That rusty knife. In the next microsecond it dawned on me: what if I didn’t just get nicked this time? What if that minivan plowed right through me? Or what if I was unsuccessful in pushing Kevin out of the way of the van this time? It was sheer luck that aided me the last time. That stunt man stuff you see in the movies is not as reproducible as you think in the real world. Could I do it twice?Purchase Links:
Amazon:
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Paperback: https://www.createspace.com/7488934
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Website: http://www.jamesfantbooks.com/
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Author Bio:James Fant is an award winning author who lives in Charleston, SC with his lovely wife and two hilarious children. He received a degree in biology from College of Charleston and a master’s in business administration from Charleston Southern University. His love for literature was forged by the works of Eric Jerome Dickey, Walter Mosely, and Stephen King. He also finds inspiration from screenwriters Shonda Rhimes, Aaron Sorkin and Kurt Sutter. Literarily, James has always been drawn to intelligent yet imperfect characters and he writes novels with them in mind.
Synopsis:
Dallas Anderson is stuck in a time loop that repeats Labor Day 2001 to September 11, 2001. He thinks he must prevent the terrorist attacks to break the loop. But each loop challenges that theory, igniting a fiery romance between him and his best friend's sister and exposing the dark truth behind Déjà vu.
Excerpt:
Someone somewhere was giving me a gang of second chances. Who knew when their generosity was going to run out?
So I staked out in the side parking lot of Family Medicine. I backed my Camry into a spot near some bushes so I wouldn’t be seen. But by the time I arrived there at 7:00 in the morning, there was no one to be seeing me anyway.
There I was, sitting in the driver seat like an old flatfoot. Slumped in my seat. A baseball cap pulled over my head. The tint on my windows provided an excellent cover. I spent the entire early morning thinking about the why of the loop. The why haunted me. Eluded me. It had nothing to do with saving Kevin. I knew that now. I knew exactly why I was stuck in a time loop. My mission. But the mission was daunting—much too daunting for one man to tackle. I needed a partner. Thena was the first person who came to mind. It was like a little voice in my head telling me that we were somehow irrevocably linked in some cosmic and spiritual way. In the kind of way that would cause her to believe me when I told her that I was in this loop. The kind of blind faith that would have her help me in perhaps doing what I was chosen to do. But I had to save Kevin. And I couldn’t get hurt in the process. I would sure need my ankle later.
It was nearly noon when I saw Thena walk by and I cursed. Why was she still here? Wasn’t she still mad at Kevin?
Now, I knew that the incident with the van wouldn’t take place for another fifteen minutes or so. So I had to act fast.
I pushed through the lobby doors in my trench coat and ball cap and said, “I knew you were going to let me down!”
“Dallas,” she turned left, right, then back to me. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve told you: I’ve been here before.”
“Here?”
I looked around the lobby. “No...not here. But out there.” I pointed out the dark glass window. “Definitely out there.” Mind you, I was wearing a trench coat in the beginning of September, along with a hat pulled tightly over my eyes. I hadn’t taken stock in the craziness of my outfit. My next statement would sound to Thena as crazy as the outfit I was wearing.
“I’m stuck in a time loop. That’s how I know about Bryant Green—but all I know about him is that you were engaged long ago. That’s not important. I only brought him up because it’s a fact that I know that I could not have known unless I saw you talking to him, and of course your mother told me that you were engaged.”
“Kevin could’ve told you all of that. You know what? You need to leave.”
“Kevin’s coming soon. He’s going to start into that intersection and get demolished unless I save him.”
“I’m calling security.”
“Yesterday, you were wearing light pink toe-nail polish with glitter.” She narrowed her eyes. “Now how would I know that unless you took off your shoes? You didn’t yesterday. Not that yesterday. But on a previous yesterday, you did.”
Thena was motioning to the representative behind the reception counter. “Excuse me! Sir? Would you please call Public Safety?”
“Oh my goodness.” I shot up from my chair. “Kevin’s coming.”
I dashed out, knowing in my heart each step was the sealing of my fate. Sweat pooled at the base of my neck to match the moistness on my forehead. I tossed the hat to the ground. Why? No clue. Maybe I thought in the seconds between my lunging from the glass doors to the sidewalk my hat would slow me down. But that was stupid. The hat—if I still had it—would cushion the blow as my head hit the ground—again. Of course I didn’t feel much pain on my first go round (if that was the first go round of me attempting to save Kevin). But the pain afterwards? The mind gnawing migraines. My ankle feeling like someone had stabbed through it all the way to the bone. And that same someone had the unmitigated gall to leave that knife there. That rusty knife. In the next microsecond it dawned on me: what if I didn’t just get nicked this time? What if that minivan plowed right through me? Or what if I was unsuccessful in pushing Kevin out of the way of the van this time? It was sheer luck that aided me the last time. That stunt man stuff you see in the movies is not as reproducible as you think in the real world. Could I do it twice?Purchase Links:
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