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An Interview & Excerpt with Debney - D.N.A.

Ey: Welcome back audience. Today, I want to introduce you to the newest member of the 'character society',  Debney Nichole Armstrong. 

Debney is from the YA novel D.N.A.  I'll let her tell us a little about the premise of the story. Turns to girl sitting across from her . Welcome, Debney. The first question I have isn't really a question, but an observation. After finishing your story I've come to the conclusion....

DEBNEY: Hold on,  before you start or jump into any conclusions, let me just say my story isn't the typical 'teen gone wild' tale. My story has a high school, drama, mean girls, gorgeous (male) best friend....wait." She laughs "Maybe it is a little typical, but I handle it better than many."
  Ey: That's the typical belief of most teens. Why don't you tell the audience a little about your family. Oh, and by the way, Debney has a journal where she shares all of her inner secrets and more excerpts from her story. Go here.

I honestly do believe you handle your situation pretty darn good, if I have to say so myself. I know I put you in some difficult spots and I am truly impressed with the way you took care of everything. You've even received pretty good reviews.

DEBNEY: I know, riiight! I'm stoked about those. Made the mess you made of my life worth it. Just a little.

Ey: Haha, yeah. Some times we just have to go with the flow when writing, Go on, tell us about your family.
DEBNEY: My dad worked hard at everything, except building a relationship with his family.My younger brothers were the average little kids, nothing special. My mom, well she was a little strange with a mean streak. For some unknown reason she never liked me. I could do nothing right in her eyes. Being an outstanding student and valedictorian meant nothing to her, she just didn't like me. At least that's what  believed until you finally revealed the truth. I have to say, I do love the ending you gave me.

On the night before a planned family vacation, she inexplicably excluded me. I wasn't too surprised because it was becoming her habit. We had a bitter argument because this one was so close to my eighteenth birthday. Of course I was angry and to get back at her I arranged a romantic dinner with her long time crush. Somehow, things got out of hand. 
Ey: I heard about your family's accident. I'm really sorry.
DEBNEY: Yeah, well you wrote it the way it was and I guess, things happen, sometimes relationships in families end tragically. People leave; parents die, and lives change. But does it all have to bring out the skeletons in the closet?

EXCERPT: Chapter Two
ii. Other Times it Sucks Even More
Lying on the couch after everyone had gone, Debney closed her eyes. She just wanted to soak in the quiet. Pulling the multi-colored, Afghan baby blanket someone had given her as a gift across her shoulders, she released a long sigh. She was beyond tired. After living alone in the guest house for so many months, she had gotten used to her enforced world of silence. Spending the past hour and a half consumed with spouting fake laughter and joy-filled conversation had given her an enormous headache.
Or maybe it was the reality she had survived and not succumbed to a mental breakdown after remaining inside the main house for more than the five minutes it always took to gather personal items. If it weren’t for the headache and the utter exhaustion she was now feeling, she would have run the hell outta the doors and never looked back, but no matter how much pain the thought of nothing ever being the same caused her, this was still her home. All of the happy memories were absorbed within its perfectly decorated interior and replaced with lies and deceit. She hated and feared being enclosed within its walls.
The last time she’d been in the house for an extended period of time, had been five months previously: four months after the death of her family and the first night she’d experienced the movement of the baby. She’d wanted to share that experience with someone she believed cared for her and her best friend Nadine had been the obvious choice. So she invited her childhood friend to spend the night. They were munching on snacks and watching TV in the guest house and she’d tried pretending to Nadine it was just for the weekend, but the rouse hadn’t worked. Nadine questioned her persistently.
"Debney, why aren’t we sleeping in the house? Don’t tell me you’re still living out here. How long are you going to hide?"
"I’m not ‘hiding’ out here. The house is so large and I just avoid going in there and being alone all night. Don’t you think it’s cozier in the guest house? Remember how we used to beg to stay out here and pretend we were grown up and lived on our own? There’s nothing to hide from anyway."
"So why pretend anymore? Now you do have a house of your own and it is humongous and we should be in there blasting those huge flat screens with the surround sound….unless you’re really just being chicken. What’s to be afraid of? Do you think your family is haunting the house?" Nadine leaned towards her. "Are you afraid of ghosts?" she asked in a dramatic wide-eyed whisper, her hands clasped in a simulated, sincere gesture under her chin.Springing from the multitude of pillows on the floor, Nadine ran across the room and swung open the door. Sticking her head and half her body through the opening, she looked around the darkened pool area. Pulling her body quickly in, she turned to look at Debney with the combination of an exaggerated expression of terror and excitement on her face.
"It’s dark as hell out there, Debney. I swear to God I could hear somebody calling me. I’m going to run to the house and knock on the door and see if your mom comes out." Her eyes seemed to grow larger, her words flew out in a rush of animated anticipation and she bounced up and down on her naked toes. "You think if I ran straight through the line of deck chairs to the house, your little ghost brothers will chase after me like they used to? I wonder if they still play hide and seek. Do you think I can keep them from double-teaming me and knocking me in the pool? It would be like old times." She poked her head and neck back out the door and yelled loudly into the darkness, "Ready or not boys…. here I come."
In a flash, she was out the door running, laughing and screaming like an idiot. Her flip-flop covered feet slapped against the surface of the concrete, slowly fading as she got further and further away. It felt like old times and reality disappeared. Debney quickly grabbed the house keys off the counter and ran after her. And as usual, when the four of them had played chase on the pool deck, she sent chairs sprawling in all directions in her rush to catch Nadine. For a moment she hid in her exhilaration and imagination, forgetting the present and only remembering the joy she would get when allowed to play with her brothers. She squealed and giggled away the pain from the legs of the chairs banging against her ankles and shins.
Outside the patio door of the house, she stopped to lean against the glass, paused to catch her breath and reality caught up with her. Depression cloaked and smothered her like a burlap bag in a kidnapping, successfully stealing the illusion of happiness. Everything had changed and there was no sign of Nadine. Irritated with herself for abandoning her inhibitions, Debney called out angrily into the darkness.
"Shit, Nadine. Stop playing around."
Flicking the switch next to the hanging plants at the side of the door, she illuminated the yard with piercing brightness, successfully dispersing the eerie darkness and exposing Nadine cowering in the bushes.
"If you want me to let you in the house you’d better get the hell on over here. Unless you wanna stay out and see if the little demons will really come and get you."
Nadine scooted from behind the bushes struggling to pull bramble out of her hair. The curly natural style grasping the small leaves tightly. "Geeze Debney, some kinda friend you are."
"Me? What about you? You make me run around in the dark like a preschooler without a brain of her own. I musta lost my mind for a minute….enough to trip and fall in the pool. What kind of friend are you to taunt me with the ghosts of my recently dead brothers?"
"I’m your best friend, your only friend. I’m the one who finally got a laugh out of you. I’m just trying to get you out of your funk. It’s been four months for Christ's sake."
"And I’m supposed to be over it? I’m supposed to have forgotten all about them? Four months isn’t that long you know. You can be such an idiot, Deenie." Debney moved to face the door, prepared to put the key in the lock, but turned back to face Nadine. Their noses practically touched they were standing so close. "Can you back up just a little? The heat from your breath on the back of my neck is more than creepy. Besides--" She swiveled around and unlocked the door. "I hated playing with you and the boys. I was always made the last to be caught which always made me have to do the chasing. I don’t feel like losing a stupid game between you and your imagination. Now get the hell in here because I’m getting eaten alive by mosquitoes."
Nadine laughed again. Pushing Debney aside, she rushed into the room, did a big jump into the air and ended in a squat with her arms in a defensive position and yelling at the top of her lungs into the tomb-silent quiet."Don’t be alarmed Mrs. Armstrong. It’s only me and Debney. Ow, Debney you hit too hard." Nadine rubbed the spot on her upper shoulder where Debney had punched her. "I was only joking."
"Stop playing crazy, Nadine. If there’s even a small possibility of any ghosts coming out, it would definitely be my mom. She is one evil, conniving spirit I don’t want to see."
"Oh my God Deb, you’re so funny. Why can’t you stay like this? Why can’t you go back to being the person you used to be? You haven’t been yourself since the accident. The trip to Italy only made you worse. You don’t hang out with me and the other girls. You won’t even look at Gianté and you’ve been avoiding everybody."
"It’s not me that’s been avoiding anyone, it’s been you." Debney closed the sliding glass door with a bang. "You won’t even pick up the phone to call me. The only way you bother to communicate is through texting or email. I’m surprised you came tonight. Even more surprised your mom let you come."
"Me too." Nadine walked through the living room to the kitchen flicking on the lights as she entered each room. "First of all, I’m still angry with you for just leaving me alone with my mom at the police station. You know how crazy she can get." Nadine shuddered expressively. "If you would have had stayed you would have saved me from her embarrassing act of trying to get them to keep me overnight. She went on and on about breaking a mother’s heart, scaring her to death. I shudder to think about that detective laughing. I was so mortified; I almost begged to be jailed. But when you called for me to sleep over tonight, I put on an honor-worthy act, while portraying your desperation. And plus, I promised on my firstborn child there wouldn’t be another party and no trips out of the country."
Debney laughed softly. Following Nadine’s path she subconsciously searched the room for new signs of her family. Everything was exactly the same….untouched and ignored.
"Definitely no more trips to Italy and as for parties, I will never have another party in my life."
In the kitchen, the fine layer of dust laying over the surface of the counters spoke of the lack of movement in the house. No one had been inside for more than a few minutes for months. Debney grabbed a towel from a drawer and cleaning solution from a cabinet in the back of the room. As she cleaned the surface of the island, Nadine, aimlessly strolled around the room lifting and rearranging things, following a habit she’d developed from childhood. It always amused them to rearrange the knickknacks around the room and send her mother’s OCD behavior into overdrive.
"Good, because you have in one single night ruined your reputation in this community. I must say you threw one hell of a party. You had quality liquor for underage drinking, a near drowning in the pool, multi-partner premarital sex and a visit from the coroner all in one night. No one will be able to top it."
"I provided nothing more exciting than the typical span of a teenager’s weekend."
"Hey, speak for yourself. I don’t do any of those other things and I don’t know of anyone else who has had the coroner come to their home."
Nadine pulled out one of the stools and climbed on. Resting her elbow on the damp surface, she pointed at Debney."And neither did you before that night, so don’t go playing all hard and knowledgeable. We spent our days studying and texting, our nights on the computer and our weekends hanging out with Gianté. The majority of our little group totally understands how you freaked out that night. Who wouldn’t have? It was your eighteenth birthday and your parents left you alone in a huge house. What else could you do but throw a party."
"You know that’s not how it happened. My plan was to spend the evening alone with Gianté. His mom talked him into bringing the football team with him."
"I heard about all of that. The thing is, after the coroner left, you kept the party going. Most people would have sent everyone home. Your parents were dead…."
"Nadine, stop moving things around. You know my mom doesn’t like things touched or rearranged."Lifting a brow as she looked at Debney, Nadine put the small fruit bowl she was holding on the floor by her foot instead of replacing it on the counter.
"Your mom isn’t here anymore. I think you may need to change the looks of the rooms and then you’ll be able to move back into this house. There’s no reason you--"
"Nadine, let’s not talk about that night here," Debney interrupted Nadine’s flow of words by walking to and opening the patio door. "I’m hungry and food is over there." She pointed in the direction of the pool house. "That’s where I’m going."
"Okay, okay, I can take a hint. Still scared of your mommy, huh or should I say ‘mummy’?"
"You can say you won’t be invited back over if you don’t change the subject."
Debney watched Nadine walk out of the house before she turned off the lights and shut the door. Nadine’s humor was inappropriate at the best of times and if you knew her, nothing she said was unexpected. She had the ability to cause jaws to drop and drinks to snort out of noses.
At the combined funeral and memorial service of Debney’s family, Nadine volunteered to say a few words. Her joke-filled soliloquy and tasteless, but funny, rendition of each family member’s habits had lifted the spirits of many, especially her brothers’ young friends. Even though it had caused Nadine’s mother to lightly smack her in the back of the head on her return to sit with her own family, Debney had really appreciated her comments. It was one of the last times Debney could remember laughing. Life was now a day in day out tunnel of bleakness.
Startled by Nadine’s sudden linking of their arms combined with the clasp of her left hand with Debney’s right, Debney almost pulled away from her. It had been months since she’d had physical contact with anyone, and the touch was so unexpected it almost hurt.
This particular connection was their supersonic bud-link. A term and habit they coined in elementary school when they were teased by the class bullies. Apart, they were beat upon mercilessly, but when they were together and linked up they were unstoppable. They'd fought off the scab-kneed little bullies often, sometimes for themselves but most of the time for any new kid in the room.
At first, Debney believed she and Nadine were getting picked on because of their hair. Nadine was always teased about her mass of wooly curls, while Debney endured yanks on her long straight hair and being called Pocahontas, regardless of the fact she was an Indian of a totally different nationality. By the end of third grade, the basis of the teasing was made blatantly clear. It was the color of their skin which caused such confusion, Debney for her olive pigmentation and Nadine for the chocolate smoothness of her flesh. The innocence of youth had blinded her to the color of the other students in the school and she noticed she and Nadine were the only students of color. When she asked to be put in another school, her parents had vetoed the idea with the statement, "The Windsong Academy will give you the best foundation in education". She spent her first five years of her school career there, fighting to be respected.
Once Debney realized she could do nothing about her skin tones and fighting wasn’t helping, she was able to defeat her tormentors on another level, through her education and relationship with the teachers. Eventually the bud-links gained three more members and life was tolerable. Once Gianté with his long legs joined the group they were unbeatable.
"Do you think things will ever go back to the way they used to be, Debney?" Nadine’s heavy sigh broke through her thoughts.
"God, I hope not. I hope I become a better person once I get my mind together. I used awful judgment at the party, and I went a little crazy for a few weeks after, especially when we took that trip to Italy.""That trip was for a good cause."
"It was stupid. We worried your parents needlessly. I can’t believe I thought the boys were still alive. What a way to waste a European vacation. I’ve learned a lot though. I know I only have one friend. Everyone else has abandoned me."
"No, you’ve pushed everyone away. If you weren’t acting so irrational you would be able to talk to Gianté."
Unable to go through the pool house door together, Debney removed her arm from Nadine’s.
"You’re crazy, Nadine. Didn’t we just have the conversation about why no one wants to hang around me? My so called friends stopped returning my texts. All accept you."
"Yeah well, I’m an idiot. I shoulda dumped you long ago." Nadine grabbed a soda from the fridge and drank it while preparing herself sandwich.
Flopping down on the mass of pillows on the floor, Debney grabbed the remote and turned on the television. She flicked through the channels.
"You do know you didn’t have to come here tonight, Nadine. I was just a little lonely. You do know that, right?"Not receiving an answer, she turned over to her stomach to look at Nadine in the kitchen. In horror she jumped up and ran to her side.
"What happened?" She checked her friend for signs of bleeding. "You didn’t cut yourself so why are you crying?"
"I’m sorry for being such a bitch to you, Debney. For coming here and making cruel jokes, ignoring you in school and just not being around for you. I….I didn’t know what to expect when you invited me over. I see you in school looking pitiful. You don’t talk to anybody and you avoid me. I thought we were buds. When I linked arms with you just now, you started to pull away. I want things to go back to the way it used to be."
"I wish it too, but that will never happen. You are the best thing in life to me. It’s my fault for making you feel bad. I just have a lot to sort out in my mind both physically and legally. I just buried my parents and had a service for my brothers. You know as well as I that I don’t believe they’re dead, but I had no choice. I’m tortured daily wondering where they are, even where their bodies can be. There’s just....so much. I think if I didn’t have this guilt to beat myself with, I would be able to handle life better."
"How can you handle everything alone, Debney? You’re really just a kid. Get over the guilt of the party and relax more. I’ll stand by your side. I can’t fight for you or your reputation at school if you refuse to stand up for yourself. I can’t continue listening to the way they talk about you. Some of the things they have been saying about you make me--"
"Do you think I care what other people think of me?" Debney moved away and grabbed herself a canned drink from the refrigerator. In irritation she slammed the can on the counter. "There’s nothing in this world I can do to redeem myself. In the eyes of every student at school I’m the slut who slept with at least eight boys in one night. And they’re the ones I remember. An enormous feat for someone who was a virgin before it all started. Maybe I didn’t do it with all of them, but I do know they were at the house. Can you even imagine how this makes me feel? I can’t even look anyone in the face when I’m walking the hallways. The girls smirk and whisper and play asinine tricks. The guys full out laugh, point and call me names. Some of them make the cruelest suggestions. I won’t mention the incidents every time I go to the restroom or what happens if I happen to find myself alone in the hallway with a guy. To make it all worse, when I go to class I get these looks of sympathy and or disgust from the teachers. I don’t know how to act anymore. Should I be bold and slap people around or timid and hide my shame behind my books or hair? You even backed away from me for a while. I’m scared. I’m alone in more ways than one and today was the first day I felt the baby move and I had no one to tell."
"What? What did you just say about a baby moving?"
"I think I’m pregnant. No, I know I’m pregnant."
"Oh my God, Debney, what are you going to do?"
"I dunno, have a baby." She took a sip from the foaming can of coke she was holding.
"That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?" Nadine paced quickly around the room like a person on the verge of a nervous breakdown, alternating the actions of waving her hands in the air, stopping to stare at Debney in disbelief and raking her fingers through her hair. In her excitement, she stumbled over the pillows and landed flat on her face in the middle of their softness. The crash not stopping her tirade, she flipped over and continued ranting, "You’re not going to cry? Go into hysterics? If it were me, I wouldn’t know what to do or who to tell. Are you really sure you’re pregnant? Have you taken any tests?"
"Yes and I already did the crying and ranting, but nothing changed. I’m still pregnant. I called the only person I knew I could talk to. This isn’t something I could have just texted."
"Maybe you took the wrong kind of test. Let’s go and get a different one. This just can’t be happening. How can you sit there and be so calm? I would be so scared." She jumped up and held her arms in the air in exaggeration. "Hell, no I wouldn’t be…. I would be dead. My parents would kill me."
"Well, unless my parents decide to return from their heavenly destination, it’s safe to say they won’t be coming to kill me."
"Damn, Debney I’m sorry." She joined Debney on the couch and placed her arms around her shoulders. "I keep saying the stupidest things tonight."
"No, you say exactly what I figured you would. Why do you think I called you over? You are the most normal thing left in my world."
Without warning, Debney began to cry. Like a thunderstorm that suddenly appears, her tears came in torrents. For a moment, she found comfort in her friend’s arms, but the emotions she had been holding inside rushed through her, and she could no more hold in her flood than a beaver’s dam could hold in Niagara Falls.She rolled off the couch and buried her face in the pillows on the floor in an effort to squelch the screams that wanted to break through. She felt as if she were losing control of her very mind, and nothing Nadine offered as comfort helped. She couldn’t stop crying. She cried for what seemed like an eternity until she heard the stern voice of Nadine’s mother near her ear.READ MORE IN THE BOOK
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It's Not What You Can Do For Us Pt2. 7Gifts From a Ey's YA-D.N.A.

  Welcome everyone. I'm glad you returned.  Today, we'll move up just a bit in the maturity range and have a chat with the members of the cast from D.N.A.-Nothing Will Ever Be the SaThis should be  a very interesting show, I have found that teens are creatures stranger than Syfy.me.

 

 

 As you may know, our main character is Debney Nichole Armstrong. She is a survivor of a extremely dysfunctional family,  who faces major life changing issues after the death of her family, among other things.As we wait for our guest to arrive, let's watch a clip of the novel - for those who don't know what's going on.

ytimg.googleusercontent.com/vi/efMlM5..." height="266" width="320"> Awesome story line,  right? Let's welcome Debney,  Giante' and Nadine, Nadine' s mother, Giante`s mother and last but not least, Debney's uncle, Ben.
*Audience applauds*

Okay, everyone have a seat. Its okay Mrs. De Vicari,  Giante` can sit near Debney, I mean , after all he could be the baby's father.
 Mrs. D. paused in her movements of trying to sit on the couch between the couple and shot a look towards the interviewer that would probably freeze water.
"I don't have a problem with them sitting by each other. Even if I'm sure that child is no way on earth, his."

"Oh, good. "
 Giante' smiles, directs Debney to a recliner and after helping her to sit, perches on its arm. Leaving the mother to plop beside Nadine and her mother, on the couch.

Ben, standing at the back of the couch, watched the scene with a small smirk before unbuttoning his jacket and sliding into the last remaining spot. Extending his hand, he introduces himself to the interviewer.

"We've never met personally, so I want to say, thank you and congrats on a story well told."

Uhh, thanks, but I'm not..

"Ey? Right." His sarcasm evident. "I have to tell you, that getup fools no one."
Everyone chimes in agreement."Remember, we know you from the inside, out"

Well, uh, if I were Ey, that would mean this segment was bogus and I would be crazy for sitting here talking to myself. So, let's get on with the session. Who wants to start.? Who wants to give the audience an insight on what this book can do for them?


Ben relaxed on the couch by slouching down a little, resting hands on lap, and placing feet firmly on the floor.
"Last in the picture and shortest scene. I've even noticed you gave a scene link to everyone's picture except mine. I guess that would ruin my debut, since I was in that one and only piece. Anyway, I have to say, in the beginning I hated the story line, I lost a best friend and then had to sit back and watch his daughter, my goddaughter, makes some of the worst mistakes in her young life. But, as the story went along- I understood and I see what a reader will get from this story. I see what D. N.A. could do for them. 1. D.N. A. provides the adult with the knowledge, it is okay to back up a little and let a young person take care of their life and problems. After all, they are living it second by second. Eventually they realize it all rests on their shoulders and they will have to shuffle and handle the weight of the consequences or fumble and be crushed."




"Bullcrap!" Mrs. De Vicari tossed the magazine she had been flipping through. " What a load of crap. I thought we were her to let readers know the benefits from reading your novel.
2.The truth is, readers of D.N.A. will learn to watch over their gullible sons and keep them away from conniving, life wrecking, selfish little girls."

Whoa, let's set some rules.The interviewer raised her hands to calm the angry cast.No name calling or arguing.
Who wants to be next?



Well, it seems as if the adults have decided to start this off, so I'll go next.." Nadine's mother scooted to the edge of the couch and pointed towards the couple on the chair.
3. What I see readers learning is to have faith in the young, everyone makes mistakes. It is what you do with the mistakes that determine your success or failure.
What they did, is a testimony to the intelligence and sensitivity of youth.

"4) I have something to say, it took me a while to see this, but the readers, especially the young, will learn not to turn away from your friends when they are being bullied or going through family drama. I'm so sorry for turning my back on you, girl." Nadine, tears in eyes smiled in Debney's direction.


5) "Don'y worry about it, Deenie. You are and always will be the better side of me.
You helped me make the best decisions in the book.
What I believe readers will get from the book is the knowledge, the only way you lose is to give up.
There are so many mind numbing incidents in the story,
I almost lost my mind, but I wouldn't change a thing. The story helped me to grow up, taught me to value myself for who I am and who I want to be for the rest of my life."


 Giante` caressing Debney's hair, chuckled. "Oh my God, there are so many things I would change. This girl was put through too much.
I don't know an adult who has had so many problems. What I learned was the determination of a person determines their future and affects everyone around them. 6. Any reader would be totally entertained after reading D.N.A. 7. Oh, I learned one other thing., people need to stay off those tell-it-all, TV mamma drama shows. All it does is spread your business and make you look like a fool."

Wow, thank you all. I see the time is up and I want to tell how much I appreciate you being here and sharing the 7 reasons D.N.A. is a perfect choice for readers. Thank you audience for spending time with us, enjoy the trailers, grab some pins, check out the links

 
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Thanks for coming. Today I want to welcome a proficient author, Angelia Vernon Menchan. If you visit her Amazon page, your jaws will drop.There are sooo many books that focus their themes on the real side of life, love, disappointment, and successes.
 Angelia Vernon Menchan is a wife, Mother, Nana, Publisher, Write Or Die Woman...owner of Honorable MENCHAN Media and MaMM Productions.
 This month she a recently released novel and one you can preorder before its April 14th release date. 
Today, you can enjoy excerpts from both of them.
SCHOOLING HIS SON.  “What the hell were you thinking son?” Kent asked.
“Dad, I wasn’t jumping Jamal in. We had all watched the HBO special, Gang banging in Little Rock and we were acting it out. That bandana is mama’s, she wraps her hair with them. Dad I’m fascinated by gang culture but I’m no thug and I’m not stupid. Mr. Harrison is black but he hates black kids, especially boys. He’s not just tough. He especially hates ‘privileged little niggers’...
Cina sat up and Kent’s eyes narrowed.
“Say what?” Kent asked.
“Yes dad, he calls me and a few of my friends that. To him we are privileged little niggers and he didn’t even ask us anything. He called the police. It wasn’t what he said. I swear.” Kente said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He had been terrified in the police car and the juvenile facility. All the anger drained from Kent at his son’s words. He knew when Kente was lying and he wasn’t on this.
“Son, go upstairs. I’ll be up there soon. Kent glanced at Cina and noting her stony face, he said, “We will be up there later. Son, we love you.”
Kente nodded and raced upstairs. Kent sat down next to Cina but her arms were still crossed and he knew she would smack him too. A small thrill ran through him at how worked up Cina could get.
“Kent Markham, that’s my son and if the school calls again with that kind of message, I’ll probably go out there. I didn’t think to call you.”
“I know baby. I might have overreacted.”
“Might have?! You stormed in there and didn’t acknowledge me; right after that man treated me like a baby mama.” She filled her husband in on Harrison’s words.
“We need to talk to him tomorrow. I’m going to home-school Kent this summer and next year. I do the insurance stuff and can do that from home. We can also afford to hire someone.”
“Homeschool? What do you know about that, Kent, and why you? I’m the one who taught school.”
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Available for preorder: Charlotte ReturnsCharlotte!" Whipping around at the sound of a familiar booming voice, Charlotte was stunned to see a big guy in a wheelchair approaching her. His face was vaguely familiar. The man had nice dark skin, a full face, greying hair and piercing eyes.
"Charlotte, it's Mark, Mark Steele."
A range of emotions flickered across Charlotte's face. Mark had been her first love out of college but he wanted marriage and kids and she wanted to act and travel the world. Now twenty years later she was back and sleeping in her childhood bedroom; broke and disillusioned and Marvin had no legs. Her mouth opened in an O. Mark grinned and she saw remnants of the younger man. The huge white toothed grin gave it away.
"It's okay. I lost my legs ten years ago in an accident but life is good. How are you, you look great."
Reaching up to brush back her flyaway hair Charlotte knew that at forty two she did look great but that and the twelve dollars in her purse would get her dinner. She was tall, very fit and shapely and her sienna colored skin shone with health but it was all a facade. She had given acting her all, forgoing everything else and her break never came.
Several months earlier rather than end up homeless she returned home. Her mom had been quite gracious in words and actions but Charlotte knew she was disappointed. They had given her an Ivy League education and she had nothing to show for it but busted dreams.
"Thanks Mark." Charlotte finally said.
"Do you have time for lunch? I would love to catch up" There was something almost eager in Mark’s words. Charlotte had no plans. She had just gotten hired by Kelly services as a substitute teacher for fifteen dollars an hour, so why not.
"Sure..." she said and watched Mark point his wheelchair towards Tapas in the Park, an overpriced bistro with excellent tapas. Tapas she couldn't afford.
Once they were seated and placed their orders, Mark stared at her as if she were a mirage and would disappear if he blinked.
"I can't believe it's you. Whenever I saw your mom she would say you were in New York or Paris or somewhere but not much else. How is the acting going?"
"It isn't. It never really did. I worked here and there but mostly I auditioned and moved around. I got tired and came home. That's the whole story. I'm living with mom and going to sub as a teacher." More than sounding bitter she sounded tired. Her eyes met his almost defiantly.
"I loved you so much. You were everything to me. I got married but when I lost my legs we broke up. I got a huge settlement because my car was hit by an internationally known company truck. My ex took her portion and left. It's good though. I live well and do some volunteerism. I have several acres outside the city, just me and a few horses." Charlotte's eyes lit up at the mention of horses as Mark knew they would. Charlotte loved horses and riding.
"That's nice."
"I have a chestnut Arabian. I named her Char. She's a beauty." Mark said, watching Charlotte.
Her face transformed at the thought of riding an Arabian. Horses were her second love after acting. "You should come see her. There are six others but she's the prize."
"Maybe I will. Thanks for lunch but I really need to run. My money has run out on the parking meter. It was great seeing you Mark."
"Saturday, I'm coming to get you Saturday." Mark said, eagerly.
"Okay..." Charlotte said, gathering what was left of her food and heading out. Something bloomed in her chest.
Mark smiled as he wheeled to his specially designed car. He owed Charlotte's mom for telling him exactly where she would be and what time. ******************************** Fantastic excerpts, riiiight?? So, do yourself a favor and click on her Amazon page. Follow her social networks and  enjoy her posts.

Meet author Angelia Vernon Menchan @AngelMenchan #readers #entertainment

Thanks for coming. Today I want to welcome a proficient author, Angelia Vernon Menchan. If you visit her Amazon page, your jaws will drop.There are sooo many books that focus their themes on the real side of life, love, disappointment, and successes.
 Angelia Vernon Menchan is a wife, Mother, Nana, Publisher, Write Or Die Woman...owner of Honorable MENCHAN Media and MaMM Productions.
 This month she a recently released novel and one you can preorder before its April 14th release date. 
Today, you can enjoy excerpts from both of them.
SCHOOLING HIS SON.  “What the hell were you thinking son?” Kent asked.
“Dad, I wasn’t jumping Jamal in. We had all watched the HBO special, Gang banging in Little Rock and we were acting it out. That bandana is mama’s, she wraps her hair with them. Dad I’m fascinated by gang culture but I’m no thug and I’m not stupid. Mr. Harrison is black but he hates black kids, especially boys. He’s not just tough. He especially hates ‘privileged little niggers’...
Cina sat up and Kent’s eyes narrowed.
“Say what?” Kent asked.
“Yes dad, he calls me and a few of my friends that. To him we are privileged little niggers and he didn’t even ask us anything. He called the police. It wasn’t what he said. I swear.” Kente said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He had been terrified in the police car and the juvenile facility. All the anger drained from Kent at his son’s words. He knew when Kente was lying and he wasn’t on this.
“Son, go upstairs. I’ll be up there soon. Kent glanced at Cina and noting her stony face, he said, “We will be up there later. Son, we love you.”
Kente nodded and raced upstairs. Kent sat down next to Cina but her arms were still crossed and he knew she would smack him too. A small thrill ran through him at how worked up Cina could get.
“Kent Markham, that’s my son and if the school calls again with that kind of message, I’ll probably go out there. I didn’t think to call you.”
“I know baby. I might have overreacted.”
“Might have?! You stormed in there and didn’t acknowledge me; right after that man treated me like a baby mama.” She filled her husband in on Harrison’s words.
“We need to talk to him tomorrow. I’m going to home-school Kent this summer and next year. I do the insurance stuff and can do that from home. We can also afford to hire someone.”
“Homeschool? What do you know about that, Kent, and why you? I’m the one who taught school.”
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Available for preorder: Charlotte ReturnsCharlotte!" Whipping around at the sound of a familiar booming voice, Charlotte was stunned to see a big guy in a wheelchair approaching her. His face was vaguely familiar. The man had nice dark skin, a full face, greying hair and piercing eyes.
"Charlotte, it's Mark, Mark Steele."
A range of emotions flickered across Charlotte's face. Mark had been her first love out of college but he wanted marriage and kids and she wanted to act and travel the world. Now twenty years later she was back and sleeping in her childhood bedroom; broke and disillusioned and Marvin had no legs. Her mouth opened in an O. Mark grinned and she saw remnants of the younger man. The huge white toothed grin gave it away.
"It's okay. I lost my legs ten years ago in an accident but life is good. How are you, you look great."
Reaching up to brush back her flyaway hair Charlotte knew that at forty two she did look great but that and the twelve dollars in her purse would get her dinner. She was tall, very fit and shapely and her sienna colored skin shone with health but it was all a facade. She had given acting her all, forgoing everything else and her break never came.
Several months earlier rather than end up homeless she returned home. Her mom had been quite gracious in words and actions but Charlotte knew she was disappointed. They had given her an Ivy League education and she had nothing to show for it but busted dreams.
"Thanks Mark." Charlotte finally said.
"Do you have time for lunch? I would love to catch up" There was something almost eager in Mark’s words. Charlotte had no plans. She had just gotten hired by Kelly services as a substitute teacher for fifteen dollars an hour, so why not.
"Sure..." she said and watched Mark point his wheelchair towards Tapas in the Park, an overpriced bistro with excellent tapas. Tapas she couldn't afford.
Once they were seated and placed their orders, Mark stared at her as if she were a mirage and would disappear if he blinked.
"I can't believe it's you. Whenever I saw your mom she would say you were in New York or Paris or somewhere but not much else. How is the acting going?"
"It isn't. It never really did. I worked here and there but mostly I auditioned and moved around. I got tired and came home. That's the whole story. I'm living with mom and going to sub as a teacher." More than sounding bitter she sounded tired. Her eyes met his almost defiantly.
"I loved you so much. You were everything to me. I got married but when I lost my legs we broke up. I got a huge settlement because my car was hit by an internationally known company truck. My ex took her portion and left. It's good though. I live well and do some volunteerism. I have several acres outside the city, just me and a few horses." Charlotte's eyes lit up at the mention of horses as Mark knew they would. Charlotte loved horses and riding.
"That's nice."
"I have a chestnut Arabian. I named her Char. She's a beauty." Mark said, watching Charlotte.
Her face transformed at the thought of riding an Arabian. Horses were her second love after acting. "You should come see her. There are six others but she's the prize."
"Maybe I will. Thanks for lunch but I really need to run. My money has run out on the parking meter. It was great seeing you Mark."
"Saturday, I'm coming to get you Saturday." Mark said, eagerly.
"Okay..." Charlotte said, gathering what was left of her food and heading out. Something bloomed in her chest.
Mark smiled as he wheeled to his specially designed car. He owed Charlotte's mom for telling him exactly where she would be and what time. ******************************** Fantastic excerpts, riiiight?? So, do yourself a favor and click on her Amazon page. Follow her social networks and  enjoy her posts.

Interview: Paisley Murong, thoughts on being a leading character #entertainment #amreading #romance #albinism

Thank you for joining us, here In The Chair.  Within the next few weeks, we will be having conversations with the citizens of each of my novels. They will be sharing tips and information about their hobbies. So stay tuned to hear about gardening, photography, cooking, childcare, etc.

Today, we start off with a delightful visit from the beautiful and ethereal, Paisley MuRong from When Clouds Touch.
On the novel's blog, take a look at how the story came together.
Oh, I see Paisley has arrived. Let's get stared.

Ey: Good Morning, Paisley. *Looks around Paisley as she escorts her to the interview area.* I don't see your parents anywhere, they let you come alone?

Paisley: Yes, barely. They dropped me off. I told them I had a class.  *Moving closer, Paisley whispers* I'm meeting Malachi later.

Ey: Well, then let's get this interview over with quickly. I'm not one to stand in the way of romance and true love.

Paisley: And I appreciate that. I actually adore you for the story you wrote for Malachi and I. I never thought I would ever find anyone who loved or cared for me as a regular human. I was so happy you didn't write as a gutless moron- well, not totally gutless. *she laughs* You did make me a little 'soft' at times. But then, I understand. My parents can be a little overbearing,

Ey:Why don't you tell us a little about your life. I explained a little of how we met each other, but I'd like you to share some of your thoughts.

Paisley: Our initial meeting seems kind of strange. I remember sitting in the corner of your mind, waiting for my turn. Trying to figure out how to get you to see me, when I suddenly saw you looking at a picture of a person that resembled me. From that moment, I had to get your attention and everything in me, had to come out. It was as if a dam broke.

Well, as an infant I nearly died and as a child, I had a few surgeries- heart, eye. Some of the things that come with having Albinism. Lots of colds, pneumonia...things that made my parents neurotic.

I didn't have many friends. People either wanted to tease me or hang around with the freak so they could get attention.

There was this one girl, who gave my mom hell to let us be friends and we broke a lot of rules together. Gosh I loved her. She treated me like an everyday person. And then there is Malachi. My heart stops at the thought of him. She chuckles.
Let me tell you, I also like the way you explain the condition on my blog. You're outstanding.

 I have one issue, though. You have given me all things that would drive any parent a little insane, but you gave my parents a phobia that's hard to override- they are practically intolerable.
Some of the scenes we had to go through, I tell you, I wanted to run away many times.

Ey: Actually, I kinda like your parents. Especially your dad. His shell is hard,but he has nothing but mush inside. Your mom,now that's another story. What do you find most intolerable, challenging about your situation?

Paisley: Not being able to drive. I want to buy me a shiny red sports car, jump behind the wheel whenever I want. Go to the beach, speed off to the nearest farmer's market and buy me all kinds of fruit... just toss the wagasa and grab arms full of sunshine and blue skies.

Ey: You know what happened the last time you tossed that umbrella and dug your feet into the sand.

Paisley: Yes, I had the most enjoyable day of my life. As a matter of fact- I'm meeting Malachi in ten minutes. I don't know what he has planned, but he said bring tennis shoes and knee pads. *she dug through her enormous shoulder bag and held up the items* I don't know what we'll be doing, but I'm not going to keep him waiting.



Paisley rushes to the door and turns back with a smile:

Paisley: Thanks for having me. Be sure to let you audience know to pop over to my blog, read some of the mess and lovely scenes you had us endure, grab pins- oh and buy the book.


So, audience. Thank you for stopping in. Do as Paisley asks and see you again, next week with one of the ladies from Tripping Prince Charming.





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I Intend to Marry Your Daughter

Conflicts - When Clouds Touch

Thanks for joining the show. Hurry and take a seat,  because today's interview with be delicious.  Each guest will share a little extra so listen (click links)*Ey laughs delightedly*

The men in Paisley’s life have joined us IN THE CHAIR. Let's get started.
"Mr. MuRong, please sit to my right.  Malachi, have a seat."
Ey reaches out to shake the hand of both guest. "Okay, let me ask this question first, Mr. MuRong why do you dislike Malachi so much?"

Frankie MuRong cleared his throat and looked towards Malachi,  staring, grimly and so long, the younger man became fidgety.

FRANKIE MURONG: It isn't that I don't like him, I do not believe he is worthy of Paisley.  He takes her as a joke. You made him into a man I can't trust.  Life is too much fun for him.He is like a boy with a new toy. He sees her as a plaything to do whatever he wishes and most of all, he goes against my demands for my daughter.
Paisley is strong willed and a mischief when it comes to getting what she wishes. I love my daughter dearly and will do anything to keep her here and alive. He does not or will not see she needs protection not a life of free play. 

MALACHI: I'm sorry, sir. I have to disagree. Paisley means life to me. I enjoy making her smile. I would do anything for her.

FRANKIE MURONG: Do you remember the first time you met her, Malachi?  You knocked her down and merrily sent her on her way. It made life difficult for her,  sad.










MALACHI: No, I treated the bump on her head and let her go to live her life as a normal adult. You imprisoned her in your well maintained home and made her miserable. I have made her see life as it can be, enjoyable.



*Ey* Mr. MuRong, why do you believe Paisley needs constant protection? 

MR. MURONG: Paisley is a gentle flower. Pale, delicate skin from Albinism, a heart problem, and immunodeficiency.  He, *thumbing in Malachi's direction* takes her life as a game.MALACHI;  Again I have to say Mr. MuRong is wrong. If you could only see how happy she is when we are together, you will love me for the joy I bring to her. We can become friends
MR. MURONG: Infantile response.  It is easy to make a person happy. Keeping them safe and healthy takes a sense of responsibility. She *pointing at Ey* Did not give you that trait.  Tell the audience the dangerous things you do to evoke such happiness.


*Ey *  I happen to love the person Malachi became. Malachi, what are some of the fun things you and Paisley enjoyed?

MALACHI: Simple outings, picnics,  motorcycle rides, a beach trip. 
MURONG: And what happened after that beach fiasco,  Malachi?  She almost died.  I can not trust you with her life, again. Your disregard for my commands have sealed it and you will never see her again. This conversation is over.

MuRong stood and walked to the door, stopping briefly at Malachi's words


MALACHI: I intend to marry your daughter,  Sir.  You can bet on that.



*Ey * Phew, that is one serious guy.


MALACHI : Well, you should know, you wrote him that way. You could've given him a tiny soft spot in his heart for me, I'm a real likeable guy. He's rude. When I think of him, I think of the song. Totally fits my mood and situation.



Ey's laughter filled the room.

*Ey * You characters always kill me, not liking who you turn out to be after you beat my brains to write you to your specifications. You can't blame me, I'm just the key banger.

 Malachi you are a beautiful guy and you just have to live the story you are in, that's life. Thank you for coming, now go get your girl. Oh, before you leave,  are there any words you would like to share with our audience?


MALACHI : Yes. You should read about the love between me and Paisley. Buy the book and check out the blog.

EXCERPT FROM WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH:


 Malachi, head on the pillow next to Paisley, ignored the ache in his back from hunching over her bed. She wanted him near her and he promised he would sit with her until she was released. Who cared if he felt every bone in his spine was about to shatter, it would be nothing compared to the pain he knew he would feel if he ever lost her.

He wanted to kick himself. He’d failed. His goal had become focused on keeping Paisley smiling, doing anything to make her happy and that included doing everything her parents had denied her as a child. Freedom to run, to be normal, to
experience the bumps and bruises - protecting her from the world like a precious jewel. Like he should have been doing.
 Just as the tears escaped, puddled and spread near his hand, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Quickly wiping his face before sitting up, Malachi turned and looked around.

 
“Now, you see how we feel, Mr. Dae.” Mr. MuRong pat the younger man on the
back. “Loving Paisley, caring for Paisley is more than an ability, it is a commitment that tears your heart.”
 
Malachi stood, relinquishing his spot to Paisley’s mother, who immediately kissed her daughter’s cheek and smooth her hair. Head bowed, Malachi moved to the alcove near the windows, followed by Paisley’s father.
 
“How did you know we were here?”

“We have an alert, a tracker on Paisley’s phone. We waited these past two hours in agony. Waiting for your call, hoping it wasn’t anything serious. Letting you be in charge.”

“You have a tracker on her phone?”

“Of course. We have no choice anything could happen to her. She is our eldest daughter. A fragile child from her birth. Did you know she died as a one year old and thankfully returned to us, then as a two year old she had heart surgery to repair a hole. It has taken everything in me to stand back and let her become the woman she wants to be. Reckless, stubborn, and independent.” Closing his eyes briefly, Mr. MuRong shuddered slightly as if to erase horrible thoughts from his mind. “ I cannot survive the rest of my days on earth constantly worried about the care she receives while in your hands. What have the doctors said?”

“So far, nothing. Just tests.”
 
“What! Two hours and they have told you nothing? I won’t have it. They will tell me something.” He turned to leave the room, but turned back to face Malachi. “You should watch my actions. If you are to take my place as the protector of my daughter, then you must be invincible. You cannot worry about who likes you, you must be her mouthpiece. I have perfected this, you must watch me and learn.”
 
Paisley’s father was out of the room and returning in less than five minutes, a very flustered doctor and the attendant Daniel at his heels. The doctor, red faced, looked as if he would choke on whatever it was he was chewing while Daniel, nervously flipping pages on a clipboard, winked an eye when he spied Malachi standing out of the way. 
 
Frankie MuRong was right. He didn’t play at all when it came to his daughter’s health and obviously everyone entering the room knew it. He reminded them of the many times Paisley had been in the hospital, recited her medications, allergies and past treatments with the accuracy of a well memorized recitation. He took and read her chart with the knowledge of any doctor, questioning their procedures and where they stood in making a diagnosis of her illness.

“Mr. MuRong, we are aware of your feelings for your daughter and we care about her health. As soon as the labs have come back, I can give you the prognosis. Right now, so far, she’s not having any extra issues with her heart than she already had, I’m seeing a chest filled with congestion, her blood pressure has come down nicely, and she has sunburn.”
 
The MuRongs turned so quickly in Malachi’s direction, he thought he could literally feel the weight of their anger ramming him in the chest.

“We lathered her with sunblock and she hid under her umbrella.”

 “It’s over 105 degrees outside, Malachi.” The fact Paisley’s mom was calling him stupid wasn’t lost on anyone in the room. It was written all over her face and the way she rolled her eyes and tightened her lips before turning back to face the doctor.
 
“I know that. Which is why we thought dipping in the water and hiding in
the shade ...” What started off as a confident excuse for their adventure, petered out when her father turned away, also ignoring him until the doctor left the room.
 
Kicking the cushioned leg of one of the recliners stationed under the window, Malachi silently cursed himself. Agreeing with the parent’s assessment of his capabilities, he was an idiot. He turned and practically threw his body into the chair, covering his eyes with the heel of his hands.

“You have to get control of yourself, Mr. Dae. What good would it do for Paisley to see you like this. A woman can be upset,” He pointed to his wife, who teary eyed, wiped the brow of her daughter, whispering words of comfort. “A man must show her confidence. You wanted to be in this, Mr. Dae, and you must be strong.  Paisley is so impulsive. She has lived with her heart disease so long, she thinks nothing of it. Believes she will not break, but that is not true. In the last few years, she has been protected through her cardiomyopathy, blessed to have survived so perfectly from the stroke as a child of six, but we take no chances. We do everything we can to make her journey through this life safe and you must make the correct and final judgment when it comes to Paisley.”
 
“I have been, Sir.”
 
“You think you have. This is her third time needing care under your watch, Mr. Dae.”
 
“I’d like to claim only two, Mr. MuRong.”
 
“I prefer to give you the credit of all three. First, you send her on her merry way after cracking her skull, then you break her leg, and now you fry her near to death and let her catch pneumonia. It’s a blessing, as the doctor said, this doesn’t kick her off the list for a new heart.”
 
Malachi, studied the other man’s face. Always one for diffusing heated situations, he tested the words in his mind before saying anything.
 
“Okay, in my defense,” he smiled slightly, his gaze focused on the elder man’s eyes, hoping to prove his sincerity, “the first time I lost it, barely remembering my medical training. So busy drowning in her beautiful purple eyes and feeling her creep into my heart, I ignored my common sense and let her float out of my sight. The second time, she cried about never being allowed to skateboard as a child, I felt guilty. Skateboarding had been my second life as a kid. I have to say, your daughter is a little clumsy, Sir, and she didn’t break her leg, she only twisted her ankle. Wait, Mr. MuRong, before you say what you’re going to say about today,” He raised his hand to stop her father’s words.  “Listen, if you would have seen the joy on her face, you would have brought her to the beach, too.” He laughed.
 “I know what you’re going to say, I’m an idiot. But she begs so nicely. Promised she would let me
know when she was tired or felt any discomfort. I’m a pushover, but I love your daughter and will do anything for her. How she got pneumonia - I have no idea. She hasn’t even coughed in my presence and be fair, the doctor didn’t say it was pneumonia. Besides, it’s Summer for Christ’s sake.”
 
“Paisley is a pro at hiding her illness. Never wants to go to the doctor or “waste living,” as she states it.” Mrs. MuRong left her daughter’s side to join the conversation. “Malachi, you have to be her eye of reason. She’s known for sneaking cold medications which only elevate her blood pressure. I know she loves you, wants to be with you- we both know that,” She glanced at her husband with a small smile. “and we have come to accept that, but we want to be comfortable with the knowledge she is
in good hands. This,” she waved her hand to indicate the room. “is not a joke. One bad move can end everything.”

“Mom,” Paisley whispered hoarsely. “I’ll be fine. Don’t blame Malachi, you  know how I can be when I want something. Poor soul, he’s such a sweetie, he didn’t stand a chance.”

“Well, he better get on his Ps and Qs if he wants to have you in his future.” Mrs. MuRong answered.




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Interviews from The Fishing Trip--Who Are You Really?

Hey Reading World, we have started a with a new set of people in the chair. The characters are here from the novel--The Fishing Trip.

In the story Durham considers himself to be an avenger of childhood innocence. He lures pedophiles on excursions and ends their obsessions.

Main Characters:
Durham: As a child Durham hated camping and the woods. The weekends in the cabin were nightmares of torture and abuse.

Penny Brooke: Social Worker for the Texas Child and Adult Protective Services. Like Durham she is an advocate for the safety of children.

Joshua Brooke: Police Detective for Shiningbal, TX. Joshua was born, abused, and returned to Shiningbal to clear the city of pedophiles. Joshua is no stranger to the fishing trips.


Thank you, readers for returning. And speaking of returning we have a returning visitor in the chair. Although I’m pretty sure of his identity (because I wrote him in )he no longer looks nor sounds like the person he was before. Let’s get started. As we know the characters from The Fishing Trip are always making quick exits.

Watching the author from the corner of his eyes this visitor walks in and leans against the door frame.
The Author: would you like to take a seat?

Visitor: Naw, I’m fine right here.

The Author: Well I’ll just come over there. What would you like me to call you?
Visitor: Don’t call me anything. You’ll probably change my name tomorrow anyway, I just came here to make a few comments, not to be questioned. I have to tell you I don’t like the situation you put me in during chapters 11 and 12. I hate deceiving people I know. Especially the ones I admire and consider being my family. Where the hell are you going with this storyline? You're going to have people thinking I'm a manic vigilante.

The Author: I’m sorry if this is all bothering you but it’s a means to the end. Everyone seems to be getting tired and a little antsy. The story is about to explode with excitement.

Visitor: We just had an explosion. Find another way to end. Those pedophile creeps are beginning to think they can do anything they want and you sit there writing me into a sticky situation with a house full of good people. each one searching for a piece of the real me in my tone of voice, words or mannerisms.You’re confusing them.

The Author: Bullshit. It’ll be alright. Go on about your business while I set up the next chapter.

Visitor: Well it better be good. He turns to walk out the door, but spins back around so quickly he ends up nose to nose with the author. Oh take note of this suggestion, if you stay off that twitter mess and texting on the phone you would probably finish the book sooner.

The Author: Thanks I’ll take note of that.
She yelled down the hallway. There you have it folks, another interview from In the Chair.

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READ MORE INTERVIEWS:
First Interview with Durham Interview with Joshua BrookeInterview with Penny BrookeThe Fishing Trip-Interview 2-DurhamBook Page on Smashwords More Than a Dip in The Water More 2 More Than a Dip3 More Than a Dip-4 3rd Interview-Durhnam  Should a Child Rapist Stand Trial Should a Child Rapist Stand Trial2 

Get to Know Author Adrienne Thompson #SYOTNBuddy #ammarketing #amreading @a_h_thompson

Hello, and as usual, thank you all for returning to In the Chair. Today I want to introduce you to an awesome author, Adrienne Thompson. Take a peek at her work, pop on her site, follow her social networks, and grab a few novels. I promise, you'll love the love she shares. 
Married at sixteen, a mother twice by seventeen, and thrice a mother and divorced by twenty-four, Adrienne Thompson is no stranger to adversity. Not your typical teenage mother, she went on to complete her college degree and to earn her nursing license. She attributes God's faithfulness as the catalyst for her success in life. Now, having raised three children as a divorced mother, she is sharing a long hidden talent and passion with the world. Using the lessons that life has so expertly taught her as a guideline (betrayal, abusive relationships, self-esteem issues, witnessing the deteriorating effects of drug abuse), she has created stories that will both entertain and inspire the reader. Adrienne currently resides in Arkansas in her newly empty nest. Formerly an RN, she now writes and publishes her stories full time. She is also a motivational speaker.
Looking for a little grown folks’ romance? Be sure to check out the Latter Rain series.Real women. Real life. Real LOVE.Kindle: http://ow.ly/ZOnO2Nook: http://ow.ly/ZOnVM

Adrienne Thompson, Author of Stories from the Soul... for the Soul
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The Heart of It: Contemporary Romance in a Digital Age -Jill Blake

 

The Heart of It: Contemporary Romance in a Digital Age

On writing/reading romance, navigating the brave new world of digital media, and discovering the humor in everyday life.

Two Romances by Ey Wade


Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons has admired and loved embryologist Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling, he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans. Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own, suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens, and lived envious of the women choosing In Vitro fertilization as their form of reproduction.
After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.

Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.
EXCERPT Belle stood, smoothed her shirt and tugged at the waistband of her pants, trying to gather her words before opening her mouth. Eventually, giving up. Crossing the room to the closet, she pulled out the Christmas gift bag. From it she placed a couple of the fertility magazines in front of Tyson and stood back to observe his reaction. 
The look on his face transformed from burning curiosity into lip pursing illumination. “Oh. I have this one in my office.” Leaning forward, he tapped the cover of one magazine before shifting back to his previous position. Arms crossed over his body gave emphasis to the movement of his chest and the stretched material of his shirt. Tyson sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly and clearing his throat. His glance never left her face. “How soon do you plan on going through with the procedure?”
“As soon as possible. I would simply love to have a baby by Christmas.” Belle smiled softly, unaware of how wistful she looked.
“At this moment, you remind me of a child wishing on a star for a toy she covets. You know this isn’t a game, right? This baby you want would be a living being. Not something you can return when it doesn’t meet your expectations.”
Belle’s smile vanished.“What are you trying to say, Tyson?”
“Hold on, wait a minute...” Tyson stood. Hands held out in front of him as if he thought he had to protect himself from harm, a chuckle escaping.  “Damp down the fire. I’m just observing your reaction and emotions. Counseling in this area is my thing, remember?”
“Yes, I remember.”
“Well this is no different than what I would ask any potential parent. Do you really want to be a parent? A single parent, even?”
“Yes. I want to be a parent.”
Noticing the tears forming in her eyes, Tyson moved closer, pulling Belle into his arms and close to his chest. “You know, you don’t have to use the lab method. I promise you, it would be much more fun trying the old fashioned way. I’m just saying,” He laughed and held her tighter when she struggled to pull out of his embrace. “You have me here. Happy and willing anytime. Anywhere.”
~  RIBBONS & BELLE is now available on AMAZON  ~




Sunny Verdi Reyes has always wanted the good life. Husband, home, lots of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist, Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, Sunny wants those things even more. Unfortunately, she broke the heart of her fantasy man years earlier, and it's going to take more than wishful thinking to get him back.

At 17, Ismet Honorable O’Neal couldn't stop Sunny from going through with an abortion, so he ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and white picket fence. Now he helps other men become the voice in their children's lives.
Can Ismet and Sunny overcome years of hurt and anger? Or will it take more than love to repair the broken fences?
EXCERPT

Three of the five containers of infant formula slipped from his grasp, falling with the weight of bricks on the ends of his loafers. The pain to his toes was nothing compared with the unexpected sharpness stabbing his chest.
He froze, listening to her voice as he eavesdropped on her one-sided conversation.
“Belle, will you stop talking? All I asked was what size should I get? I didn’t ask for a commentary or a price list on the gifts I’ve already bought for my godchildren. Furthermore...”
Her voice slowly faded away, dragging Ismet’s composure with it. He stood, shaking like a leaf and peering between the columns of baby diapers and infant paraphernalia at the woman who had crushed his soul years previously.
Without conscious thought, Ismet found himself scurrying through the doors of the supermarket and into his car, the task of purchasing supplies for the childcare center completely forgotten. His main focus was to put as much distance to his memories and reality as possible. Which wasn’t far. 
He pulled the car over as soon as he could find a safe spot and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He hadn’t expected the sight of Sunny to impact him so hard. After all, he hadn’t seen her in ten years, but would know her anywhere.
She was more mature--at least her body was, but the voice was still the same. As was his reaction to her. Heart palpitations, joy, lust and retreat. Yes, same-o-same-o.
The last time he’d seen her, he’d run. Run from her, his home, and what had become the end of his life. That night was the death of his dreams. A night he’d done his best to keep buried. Seeing her unearthed all of that. He was shaken to his roots and his mind reflected the turmoil. Spilling its secrets...
“You really gonna let her make you do this? You gonna let her kill our baby?”
“I don’t have a choice. She’s my momma. I’ve only been sixteen two weeks and here I am pregnant with a baby. Met, what can I do with a baby? How can I finish school? Go to college? I can’t be a mom right now.”
“I thought you loved me. Wanted our baby.”
“I do.”
At the touch of her hands on his shoulder, he shook it off. The contact seeming to burn him with desire and freeze his heart at the same time. This was the person who, in one night, sent him soaring to the sky with the announcement she was pregnant, and then casually tossed him to the pits of hell with the plans for an abortion.
She sat quietly, gaze transfixed by the movements of her fingers in her lap, while he opened the door of the car and went to sit on its hood. With every step, he wanted to fall apart.
There was nothing he could do. Nothing or no one able to help him. Sunny was right, they couldn’t go against her mother’s demands. If only it were  possible to make her carry the baby and then give it to me. Would she even contemplate the thought? 
With a small turn of his head, he glanced in her direction. There she sat, stone-face in the car. He wondered if she truly cared. If the whispers of love she’d mouthed for years was simply the fantasy of a teenage girl deep in the throes of her first relationship. Did she even care for him with the same intensity he cared for her? From the corner of his eyes he watched Sunny staring, as if she were unable to move and join him.
The hurt was a physical tearing in his chest that radiated into his back. It wasn’t possible Sunny felt anywhere near as helpless and devastated as he was feeling. She had the upper hand. It was her body, her child--until it was dead. The finality took the last bit of strength from his body and he fell across the hood of the car, deep sobs tearing his heart apart.
The thud of the metal hitting metal roused him from his misery. A simple hug would’ve meant a lot. A word of comfort or remorse would’ve been a balm to his spirit. Instead, he watched her shoulder her purse. Without a glance in his direction, she strolled up the concrete path to her mother’s house. The taps of her heels on the sidewalk, the closing snap of the front door, marked an end to his wishful dreams--and echoed in his nightmares for years.
~ ISMET'S HONOR is now available on AMAZON ~


Ey Wade considers herself to be a caged-in frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending books in several genres. She is the mother of three adult daughters who were previously home-schooled and the drooling ‘Lovey' to a little boy. Ey was born in Texas and reared as an Army brat. She had the constant need to speak, and writing and telling stories became her way of socializing.
Ey was inspired to write  Ribbons and Belle by the controversy over abortion and the vitriol with which women who choose abortion are attacked. People tend to overlook the fact there may be medical reasons. Ismet’s Honor was born after a beta reader finished Ribbons & Belle and wished there was a story about Sunny. Ey decided to make it more about the father, what his wishes may have entailed, and how abortions also affect fathers-to-be.
For more information on Ey and her writing, you can visit the following:
Website: http://wade-inpublishing.com  Twitter: http://twitter.com/@jumpouttheboatFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/eywade2Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/itsmeeywade/Amazon Central Author Page: http://bit.ly/EyWade-Amz Goodreads: http://bit.ly/EyonGReads  

Ey Wade is "Kickin It With KeKe Chanel

The first book I read by my next author spotlight blow me away. The way she intertwined her characters and the powerful message it conveyed caught me by a pleasant surprise. I experienced so many emotions reading the book, I didn’t understand why. Not until I realized one of the characters hit too close to home. Life happens. It will be okay. These are the things Ey’s book zapped me with. Since then, I have become a fan. Her writing style is different, different meaning, off the charts! Once you read one, you won’t be able to stop until you read them all. Please help me welcome Ey Wade to Kickin’ It With KeKe…

Author Ey Wade
Ey considers herself to be a caged in frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending books in several genres. She is the mother of three adult daughters that were previously home-schooled and the drooling ‘Lovey' to a little boy. Ey was born in Texas and reared as an Army brat. There is the constant need to speak, writing and telling stories is the way she chooses to socialize.
KC: So tell us, how long have you been writing?  EW: All of my life and more so as an adult. I suppose I can say the usual and say, I’ve been writing all of my life, but the process of writing to make a story really started in elementary school. When the teacher would have us write the paper on ‘what we did over the summer’, I had to make up something. With seven kids in the house and a limited income. A good, away from home, vacation was a fantasy. When I found out my lies were believable, I decided I would be a writer. Once I began working in the childcare profession, I realized I was good at making up impromptu stories and then when my girls came along, they were fodder to the habit. Then life gave me stories that have inspired great scenes and entire books.
KC: What genre do you write or prefer writing? EW: I don’t have a preferred genre, and so I write in several. I write creative non-fiction, fiction in the genres of suspense, drama, romance, NA, and children’s picture books. I classify myself as a Thought Provoking Author. I write to inspire, to encourage and to cause others to think. My main goal in whatever I write is to cause a change.D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same (NA) When Clouds Touch (coming of age/romance) Tripping Prince Charming, Ribbons & Belle, Ismet’s Honor (romance) The Fishing Trip (suspense)The Perfect Solution (a mixture of suspense/romance)The Women of the Hill (chic lit)Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History (non-fiction) and three picture books from a series called ‘In my Sister’s World.’

KC: I love your work. D.N.A. and A Perfect Solution are amongst my list of favorite books. 

KC: How did you know you wanted to become an author/writer? EW: I can’t really say. I just know the feeling has always been there.
KC: What inspires you to write? EW: Anything that happens in life on a daily basis.
KC: What message do you want readers to take away from your work? EW: That life requires action. Nothing happens, moves forward or backward without a movement from us. Each story has a prob for some sort of motivation. Hopefully, it will get people to love and live again through any adversity.
KC: How would you describe your writing style? EW: Hmmm… eclectic and controversial. All across the board without rhyme and a helluva lot of reason. Most of my books have a social theme whether it deals with children at play, history, single parenting, child or domestic abuse, abortions, teen pregnancy, revenge, or simple romance- they all have characters that are relevant and show that real life happens, and sometimes, it sucks.
KC: Who are some of your favorite authors? EW: There are way too many to mention or leave out.
KC: What are some of your favorite books? EW: My all time favorite is The Giver. I love the way life was viewed way out of what we imagine as the norm and the boy fought through the sameness.
KC: What is your formula when working on a new project? (Do you listen to music, use an outline, meditate, or simply start typing?) EW: I just write. I keep a small tablet at hand or I use the writing software on my cell phone.
KC: If you could collaborate with any of your peers, who would it be and why?EW: Tyler Perry. He has the connections, the audience, and I believe I have the stories he could advance further with. We would be an unstoppable team.
KC: From reading your work, I agree. Something magical could transpire indeed. KC: What advice would you give aspiring authors?  EW: Have faith in yourself, Inspiration, dedication, and commitment. 50% has to be the belief in yourself, 30% to commitment to stand by your words no matter what others think or say, 5% to inspiration from the world around you and 15% to sit your butt down and write.Write what pleases you, the way it pleases you.
KC: Awesome advice!KC: What are you reading currently? EW: Books on marketing and promotion. I’ve written a lot now I need to become proficient in selling the works. I find marketing to be a hard learning experience. It is a hit and miss process. You never know what will catch a reader’s attention. Just plug away and believe every day is ‘your’ day to get noticed. I use all of the social networks and since the internet reaches the netherworld….how can I lose?
KC: How can readers find you? EW: Here are my Online contacts:
Buy Link for my latest 2 novels: http://righttolifeandlove.blogspot.com
EW: Website is where I sell directly with the option to all online stores. Through my Ganxy store, books are cheaper and the majority of the royalty goes to me.  Please buy direct, I’ll love you forever.: http://wade-inpublishing.com  Twitter: http://twitter.com/@jumpouttheboatFacebook: http://www.facebook.com/eywade2Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/itsmeeywade/Goodreads: http://bit.ly/EyonGReads
KC: As an author, do you think using social media is a great source for gaining new readers/supporters? EW: It is. You reach people from all over the world and some you may never have contact with, but whom will buy your work.
KC: Tell us about your latest work?EW: My 2 latest novels are titled Ismet’s Honor and Ribbons & Belle. Both were released on June 2nd. I call them companion novels. They have some of the same main characters but are stand alone and not a series.
 
RIBBONS & BELLE: Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling, he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans. Doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.
Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul-crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens and lived envious of the women choosing InVitro fertilization as their form of reproduction. After a bit of encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother. Problem is, the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.

ISMET’S HONOR: Sunny Verdi Reyes, has always wanted the “good-life.” Husband, home, lot’s of children. After cheering on her best friend and fellow embryologist Belle, through her successful quest for her dream, she wanted those things even more. Unfortunately, Sunny broke the heart of her fantasy years earlier, and it would take more than wishful thinking to get him back.
At 17, unable to voice his opinion against an unwanted abortion, Ismet Honorable O’Neal ran from the girl who killed his dream of the perfect life and the white picket fence. Now he spends his time aiding other men in being the voice in the lives of their children. Years later, he returns and Sunny is waiting.
She’s going to need more than the love in her eyes to repair the fences.
The inspiration to writing Ribbons and Belle came from the controversy of abortions and the vitriol in which the women are attacked. People tend to overlook the fact there may be medical reasons that make the ending of a life detrimental for the mother’s health. Ismet’s Honor was born after a beta reader finished Ribbons & Belle and wished there was a story about Sunny. I decided to make it more about the father and what his wishes may have entailed and how abortions also affect the father’s to be.
KC: I’m sitting here like WOW! I have so many books to add to my list. KC: What’s next for you? EW: The Fishing Trip is part of a 4 book series from LDA(Life Demands Action). I’m working on The Carjacker now. The Women of the Hill is from another series. Yes, Sam Takes Care of Me its counterpart is- On the Corner of Bluebonnet Lane and Easy Street. I have A novel titled Valerie which is a collection of snaps into lives of women and girls all named Valerie. And I have a couple of series of picture books I need to finish and publish.
KC: Great! I love to hear writers writing. KC: Do you believe networking is crucial to being successful in the writing industry? EW: Yes, I do.
KC: Why? EW: I like the idea of learning from others and being able to share what small amount I know. Why not?
KC: Where do you see yourself in five years? EW: I would love to be living in a different country, Switzerland or Scotland.
KC: Where do you want to be with your writing in five years? EW: Universally known for my works.
KC: Tell us something that you live by daily, that we can carry with us that should inspire and motivate us to pursue our purpose? EW: I believe that life is inspiration. It’s everywhere…

KC: I like to incorporate fun and excitement into my blog interviews during the author spotlight segment. This gives readers insight as to who you are as a person. Fun facts are my way of doing so, plus, I get to learn something about you too. 
Fun facts:
KC: What is your favorite color? EW: I like all colors except pink.
KC: What is your favorite food?EW: Dark chocolate covered raisins and cranberries.
KC: What is your favorite pastime? EW: Gardening and watching home improvement shows.
KC: Thanksgiving or Christmas? EW: Both
KC: Books or movies? EW: It’s a tie. Depends on the mood I’m in.
KC: Winter, spring, summer, or fall? EW: All, leaning more towards Spring. It can encompass a bit of all seasons.
KC: If you were allowed only one thing with you during the day, what would be the thing you pick? EW: My phone. It connects me to everyone I truly care for and the works that I do.
KC: Breakfast or Lunch? EW: Ludinner. I’m not usually hungry until 1 or 2 in the afternoon.
Buy Link for Ribbons & Belle and Ismet’s Honor: http://righttolifeandlove.blogspot.com
Thank you, Ey, for Kickin’ It With KeKe today. It’s been great! I wish you the best.
Until next time, Be Inspired, Be Encouraged, & Be YOU!!
Purple Hugs,KeKe Chanel