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Indie Fest 2015 in Orlando, FL 7/31-8-2

I'm not on the list, but I'll be there, too! I signed up late.
Indie BookFest 2015 is a three-day event celebrating indie/hybrid/traditional authors and artists and their freedom of expression. Join some of your favorite authors for three days filled with a book signing, sessions, lunch, author meet and greets, an after party, and great fun!You won’t want to miss the sessions throughout the day, where panelists will be speaking on a variety of topics relevant to readers, book lovers, and writers. Indie BookFest 2015 will be held at Caribe Royale in Orlando, Fl., on July 31, August 1, & 2, 2015 The Caribe Royale is located just 1.5 miles from the Walt Disney World® area!   Over 60 authors representing indie, hybrid and traditional publishing will be featured at this premier author and reader event. Keynote speaker is multi-award winning author Jana Oliver.This weekend is all about readers connecting and finding new authors to love. There are reader panels, a Fan Fare where readers can hang out with the authors, a Gothic Romance party, a gourmet luncheon, Author sponsored parties, and a book signing. View the Schedule of Events $75 Buys an Entire weekend pass which includes all of the parties and the luncheon Saturday!Buy Tickets HERE ~~~~~~~~~~~Are you a blogger? Get a blogger media pass for $50! Help us promote the event!It includes all of the above as well as a casual Author/ Blogger breakfast.~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book your HOTEL! We have special pricing for our event.~~~~~~~~~Stay up to date on news. Join our Facebook Group   Subscribe to our mailing list * indicates required Email Address * First Name Last Name Email Format html text

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Chapter 1Lost in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana's swelling belly, then grinned when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted to wake up from."Good afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It's fifteen after one."Nuzzling closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. "Five more minutes."He snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. "Take all the time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—"Quick and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him rolling his eyes in irritation."—knock on the door soon," he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly turning sour at the lack of private time the island's residents allowed him to have with his wife. "I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I'm a shark whisperer?"Ariana giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.He fell back to his own pillow, defeated. "We are going on vacation. No cell phones. No knocks on the door—unless it's room service—and, best of all, no distractions."Laughing as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. "I love both of you so much."Abe huffed as he glared at them. "You just saw them yesterday. And you don't need that caffeine; it's bad for the baby."Ariana took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. "The only thing that's bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father fusses over me too much."Abe blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike Ariana, he hadn't dressed after making love the night before.He exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife's face. She was the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.Abe raised an eyebrow. "Come here, devil woman.""Abe," Becky said, laughing. "There's no time—er… take all the time you need, Your Highness," she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.He would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant phone calls.He tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana's smile.She set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she would be out of his sight?He had some ass-chewing to do, that's what, and he was going to do that first."I'll be back before you know it, Abe," she said sweetly, almost convincingly, but he knew better; she'd been telling him that every day since she’d started working, and it had never, ever been true.Even though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his case. "Stay here," he whispered. "Take the day off. I could use a little healing myself." He grinned devilishly.The only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.He knew she wouldn't concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn't stop him from trying. He had faith that one day she would."Sunset, Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you."She laughed. "I just bet you do."He tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips. Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. "It's sort of important and special. It's been in the works for several years, but it's almost complete now. I didn't want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn't say anything. I don't think I can keep from telling you what it is until your next day off, so please don't overwork yourself today, and try to get out of there by eight." He paused for a moment. "And eat light for supper; I'm taking you out afterward."Ariana's eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn't hide behind her fake anger. "You know how much I hate surprises."Abe knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled through his memory for the lyrics of Mary Had A Little Lamb, just in case. Mindreading was one witchy trait that could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her would be downright impossible.He kissed her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn't paralyze his vocal chords. "You'll like this one. I promise it won't embarrass you.""Can we come?" Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at hearing about something new and exciting on the island.Abe chuckled. "Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like," he said, knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go, there wasn't a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope."Who else is going?" Becky asked with a sneer.Abe shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother, was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.Just thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three months ago, and they hadn't seen or heard from the guy since his descent back into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular basis, but she hadn't sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he forced his worry from his features, for her."I'm not sure, Becky, but if you think I'm going to tell my brother he can't go just because you'll be there, then you don't know me very well." He ignored the hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana's butt when she crawled over him to get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.After hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the middle of his bedroom. "Would the two of you mind leaving? I'm about to go shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night."He smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their naked king."Go on. Ariana will call you when she's ready to leave. I can't promise you'll be on time for work, so you may want to leave without her." He stopped and huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. "What? She isn't yours; she's mine. Go!"Tripping over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.With a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He could only see the top of Ariana's wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.Ariana smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn't fit his body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her womb.He ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.She gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss."Abe," she panted. "I'm going to be late for work."An approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips. "Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that you would be there when you damn well got there."She laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. "You are such a king."Lowering his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions, decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.Ariana's lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the walls of the bathroom.With his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn't worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of her.His head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.His jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall when her muscles tightened around his erection. "Yeeees!" The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the orgasm threatened to rip through her body. "Abe…" she said, winded, and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin, "I—I need…""I know, baby. Just let it go." He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.Aiming to get his own release by the time Ariana's climax was over, Abe growled and quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He was there."Take my vein," Ariana whispered.Pulling a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was quickly boiling up inside him."No," he said shortly."Abe, please. You need it. I want you to."He stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight, so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the damn thing."Abe! Where are you going?""Not now, Ariana." He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, and wasn't a bit surprised to hear she had followed."What did I do? I don't understand why you're acting this way. Talk to me, damn you!" she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was looking for.He stopped and let his arm fall, but didn't turn around. "You know how I feel about using you as a meeker while you're pregnant. We've had this discussion before, Ariana. Hell, we've even fought about it a few times, but you don't seem to understand or maybe you just don't care; I don't know—""You think that I don't care about my child?" she said, and Abe turned around, the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their conversation led to him feeding from her. "How can you even say that?" she snapped. "If I felt, in any way, that you taking the amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn't ask you to do it." She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe's bones. "I know it won't hurt the baby—""But I don't!" he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. "I don't know what is good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can't imagine taking anything from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won't do it."He ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn't so happy anymore. Without wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to the dresser to grab socks."Abe," Ariana whispered, but he didn't look at her. He couldn't look at her when he was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. "Abe, look at me. I have to go to work, and I don't want to leave you upset." He still didn't say anything.Abe put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches wasn't going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door."Abe! Where are you going? The sun is out!""Go to work, Ariana. I'll see you later."He jerked open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.

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So, I am a writer.......

Hello All!

I know, I've been away for quite a while. Health issues, moving, surgery for my daughter...just a lot.

I'm back--and with a new book coming out that is on Amazon for pre-order currently; it's titled Getting the Edge.  Unlike most of my recent work, it's not paranormal, it's romantic suspense. But,  this post isn't about my new book.

I'm a writer. I'm a reader. I'm a woman. I'm a mother. I enjoy a good book. I enjoy movies. I enjoy many television shows.  Call them my guilty pleasures. Or my escape.  Or just plain call them what they all are:  ENTERTAINMENT.

So, you might want to know what prompted this post?  Let me explain.

I've been back browsing on Facebook recently. By far, the number one thing I'm seeing are posts and links bashing Fifty Shades of Grey.  



Now, let me be very clear. My problem isn't that some people do not like the books or the movie.  We are all entitled to our opinions.

This leads me to what people are doing that I don't feel they have the right to do. They are not only bashing the books and the movie; they are bashing anyone that likes the books or the movie.

"They set a bad example for our teens" or "They send the wrong message" or "They promote domestic abuse" or "They don't portray XYZ correctly".

The comments are endless. Hence, this post.

I'm a writer.  I write because I have stories I want/need/like to tell.  I don't write to change the world. I don't write wondering if what I write is how I would want my daughter to live her life; ie: I write some pretty erotic books. No, I don't want my daughter to fall in love with a vampire.  What I write is FICTION. You know, make believe. It's not real. It's not intended to be real--anymore than Sponge Bob or the Simpsons or Minions or .... well, you get the point. It's all make-believe.

Why is it that so many people are so up in arms about 50SOG?  I just don't get it. I do get that it's not the book for everyone. I wouldn't take my fifteen year old to it. But then, it's rated R for a reason.

If you're a parent, it's your  choice to not allow your child to see it or to read the books. It's called parenting.

If you don't want to see it, that's your choice as well.  That's why we have such a wide variety of television, movies and books to choose from. Different tastes. Different strokes for different folks.  Anyone remember the old saying: Live and let live?

It is not the job of an author or a movie producer or screen writer to create what you might consider to be morally correct. It is their job to entertain. That is the point of fiction. The book comes with a warning. The movie is rated R.

I'm amazed at the number of erotic authors that are bashing the author and the books. It's just wrong. Yes, you are entitled to your opinion. You might even have a point in some of your views; I'm not privy to all your thoughts.

But, by far, the biggest thing I've been reading discusses what we might be teaching our children with this movie.

My question is this: What are we teaching our children with our comments?

Here's what I think we are teaching them:

1. It's okay to be cruel and abusive to anyone who doesn't think the way we do.

2. If you decide to be a writer, be sure that you only write children's stories with a G rating. Heaven forbid you write an adult novel for adult readers. Remember, dear child, I will bash it and tell the world how morally corrupt you are if you do.

3. Don't ever believe that love can make a difference in someone's life. It's simply not true. Why, it's absurd that the Christian changed over the course of the books. People don't change. People can't change. Love never, ever makes a difference in anyone's life.

4. Books should only be real life. No one should create their own world!

5. Don't ever accept someone who is different than you are. Anyone that might like something erotic and a bit controversial is just morally corrupt. Do not ever claim any good association with them!

If I wasn't lazy, I could find some of  the things I've read and post links. I won't. I won't promote their reading by doing so.

You see, I'm a writer. I write erotic fiction.  I support the right of any adult of sound mind to read and enjoy my work--or your work-- without fearing they will be insulted, demeaned or accused of moral turpitude.

I'm a woman. I'm a mother. I'm an adult with my own views and opinions. I have a right to them; just as you do.

I was a teacher. I taught English. I encouraged my students to write the story they wanted to tell: no matter what it was. Why? Because it was their story!

Don't like the books?  That's cool. Love them?  That's cool, too. But, get a grip, people. It's not okay to bash those that don't agree with you! Do you really want to teach that to your children?  It's called bullying!  It's wrong for many reasons. Bullying, apparently, doesn't end on the school yard. I wonder where the children learn it?  Maybe a bit closer to home that you might believe?

Okay, my rant is over.

Hey All

Those of you following me probably think I fell off the face of the earth. I have been very ill for almost a year, and done very little other than releasing the 2nd book in the Karma's Witches Series (Written by myself, Elizabeth A Reeves and the third by Lanie Jordan)
The first in the series, Life's a Witch by Elizabeth A Reeves can be found at the above e link on Amazon

My book, Love's a Witch can be found at the above link. The third in the series isn't finished yet, but it'll be by Lanie Jordan.

I am working on a new book that is about 75% done called This Time Forever. I expect it to be released this month.

I'm also about 25% done with the third book in the Linked series--It's the story of Lana and Cole's son. The 4th book will be about their daughter. (You'll meet her in book 3)

I'm slowly but surely losing the use of my hands, which makes writing very difficult for me. Added to that, I had a computer crash and lost many books that weren't on Dropbox. (yes, I know, I'm an idiot)

My Macbook died just yesterday, and I'm using my daughters temporarily. Anyway--I'm still alive--even if I'm not online much anymore.

Spooky Spectacular Sale~ All Titles 99 Cents!

The Spooky Spectacular Event will kick off Friday and run through midnight Sunday (Oct 18-20). Featuring 60+ of today's hottest authors, $1,000 in prizes and tons of awesome giveaways (Kindle Fires anyone? Coach wristlets?), the event is going to be a blast! And most importantly, readers will be able to fill up their Kindles with incredible ebooks, all priced at .99! Check out all the gorgeous books at the event's webpage. Just click here!RSVP at the event's FB page to be automatically entered into the drawing for one of three Kindle Fires! Click here to visit the event page. Instructions for earning extra entries for the drawing will be on the event page! Additional links to Rafflecopter entries for other giveaways will also be available on the event page as well. A special thank you goes out to Lisa Markson, Leanne Jacobson, Stephanie Shaw and Emily Rae for all their help with the event. You all rock! Spooky Spectacular sponsored by ...

Lizzy Ford (Website, Facebook page, Twitter)

 

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SplashHop Blog Hop!

Summer Splash Blog Hop

Hey All!

Do you have your bunny ears on?  IT IS a hop, after all.

I'm participating in a multi-author blog hop, and you are all invited.

What am I giving away, you ask?

Well, how bout a copy of....whichever book you'd like? (Including the new 4 author bundle just released)

There are tons of prizes on the other stops, so be sure to visit!

You must comment below to enter! If you've read one of my books, tell me which is your favorite.  If not, now's your chance to read one. Look back on my blog at the end of the Hop to see if you're a winner here :) If you click my 'newsletter' link to the side, you get an extra entry--and if you join my brand new street team by leaving me your FB info--you get an extra entry~ So--you can get up to three entries for my prizes.

Good LUCK and HAPPY HOPPING!

Authors Blog Hop Time!

Who doesn't like Blog Hops with lots of prizes?  We all do, right?  Be sure to check out all the other authors participating as well.

For mine, it's relatively easy. Just comment below and tweet the post (add @HopeWelsh so I see it) to be entered to win:

1. $5.00 Amazon Gift Card (Or B&N--your choice)
2. Envelop of printed and signed SWAG (US Residents Only)
3. One ebook from my backlist

CONTEST ENDS ON 7/10 at 11:59PM EST.

Saturday Writing Tips: DIALOGUE

Tips For Saturday

Today I'm going to be talking about writing dialogue, whether in first person or third. I've read so many books in the last few weeks with major issues within dialogue. Below are some samples from my own writing--both done correctly and incorrectly. Can you tell which is which? The answers will be at the bottom.


1. "Eat," he said gently. "You're safe here."
2. "Eat." He said gently. "You're safe here."
3. "Eat," he said gently, "you're safe here."

Which do you think are wrong in the above 3 samples? Not sure? Basic for you? Keep reading. Here's another.

1. After a long pause, he released her shoulders. "We’re going to my house. It’s just a few miles up the road."
2. After a long pause, he released her shoulders, "We're going to my house. It's just a few miles up the road."
3. After a long pause, he released her shoulders, "we're going to my house. It's just a few miles up the road."

How bout with internal dialogue in third person writing? Which is correct?

1. Oh God, someone has to find me. 
2. Oh God, someone has to find me. 
3. Oh God, someone has to find me.

In the first sample, the first and third are correct. Normally, I prefer to use the first example.

In sample two, the first is correct. With action tags, normally a period is used. Action is a way to keep the reader from becoming confused as to the speaker. Long blocks of dialogue can be confusing for readers. Also remember that when there is a long block of dialogue that takes more than one paragraph, you do not close the quotes until you are finished. Like this:

"I don't want to tell you about this. You would be in danger. He's a murderer and I don't want to be responsible.

"Last week I watched him shoot a man and he's going to kill me too."

Now, of course, this is just a small paragraph used for demonstration purposes only. By not closing the tag in the first paragraph, the reader knows it is the same speaker talking.

In the third, the first is correct.

Dialogue is a tricky thing for many writers. There are some great resources online that you can use. Remember, 'he said/she said' gets boring. Mix in some action tags, too. 

One reminder dialogue punctuation. If an exclamation point is needed--by all means, use it. But don't overuse them, or they lost their impact. Never use multiple punctuation in a sentence. Same thing with question marks. I've read several recently with paragraphs like this:

"I hate you!!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. 

Give the reader some credit. The fact she's screaming at the top of her lungs and one exclamation point make the point. 

And that's another point. When you have dialogue as in the above sample, you do not cap the "S" in 'she screamed'  Many writers do fine with the comma before the 'he said' tag, but make errors when there is other punctuation in the dialogue, such as this:

"I will not put up with this!" She said with a glare.

The above sample is incorrect. It should read:

"I will not put up with this!" she said with a glare.

Some writers think you need to use a tag with each line of dialogue. You don't. Read the following:

"I hate you!" she screamed
"Not as much as I hate you," he yelled
"I don't care!" she said.
"You will!" he said.

See how boring that is? How bout something like this:

"I hate you!" Her fists were clenched tightly as she glared at him.

"Not as much as I hate you!"

She wasn't going to let him get to her. No way, no how. The veins in his temple were throbbing. She knew that meant he was furious. Too bad. So was she. "I don't care."

"You will!" He turned on his heel and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

So which sample is more exciting? Which one pulls you into the story? Remember the golden rule of fiction: SHOW DON'T TELL. Her clenched fists show her anger. Since we are in her point of view--she's the one that notices his throbbing veins. We can see he's angry by her view of him. Also we can tell by the slamming of the door. 

Any more basic dialogue questions? Just post them below.

Interview with Tiffany Carmuche

First, tell us a little bit about you! 
When did you first consider yourself a writer?My imagination began with my mom on the playground. I wrote my first novel when I was in 5th grade-I had an amazing teacher who inspired me and my father was a children’s book author. When I was a teenager, I was really into poetry and lyrics but once I grew older, I didn’t write for years. I don’t know when it was that I let that side of me die, but it died along with my passion for dance and music and so many things. When I wrote again, I realized what a big part of me had been missing. I think I was born a writer…but I didn’t realize until now that it is something I never want to let go of again.
What inspired you to write this book?
I hadn’t written in years and was convinced to do the Nano challenge. Because I was crazy busy, I made a personal goal of 10,000 words and thought even that was a stretch. I had no idea what to write about. I decided to write about an experience I had while I was in Alaska and trusted the wrong person. He had been stalking me for months and I had no idea. I found out he was wanted for murder in Florida and I did have to switch cars with someone to avoid being followed and have people hid me until I was safe. I thought my experience may make a good story. The novel began as a suspense novel,  but then I wrote a scene about one of the bands that was playing in the club and Dylan was created. I fell in love with him. He started flirting with Nicole and soon my suspense novel became a romance novel. I had to cut a bunch of scenes because my 10,000 words in a month was over 130,000 and my novel had became a trilogy. (Now the trilogy is a series… lol ) That damn muse!
How did you come up with the title?
Because the original story was based on this guy that totally fooled me into thinking he was a friend, it was easy to come up with the title The Impostor. I added A Love Story because it is just as much a love story as it is a suspense series. I wanted people to have an idea what they were getting when they bought the book.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Yes, so many. The series is layered with messages. I like layers. J In the first book, I think the main messages are 1. To be careful who you trust. (Don’t be naïve like me. I have put myself in some dangerous situations because I assume everyone is good. ) 2. No matter how many times you get knocked down, you need to get back up. You are stronger than you realize. 3. Don’t lose yourself for anyone and 4. There is a life after abuse.
How much of the book is realistic?
A large portion of the first book is based on my experiences in Alaska.
Are you working on a new project? 
I am currently writing the 3rd and 4thbook in the series. My muse is teasing me with the fouth book but I really need to work on the third. I wrote some of the other projects at the end of the interview.
Do you see writing as a career?
I don’t think I will ever have just one career. There are too many aspects of me to focus on only one. But yes, I would love to see this as a successful career.
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
For me final edits are my biggest nightmare. Auto spell check and stupid mistakes that my mind just fixes and editors totally miss. I hired editors, really good ones, but it is hard to find those stupid errors when you have over 100,000 words.  
And time! Yes, time. I wish I could lock myself in a cabin in the woods with no bills and be able to focus on writing. Finding time in your crazy schedule to write is challenging.

Who designed the covers?
Su from Earthly Charms. I love her. She takes my ideas and finds a way to make them beautiful.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Write! Study your craft. Don’t be too proud to ask for help. If you are anything like me, you will try to figure it all out by yourself and you will waste so much time. I spent a whole weekend going through my novel and changing David’s name to Bradley because I couldn’t have two main guys whose name began with a “D”. Someone came over for something and said why didn’t you use Find/Replace? So when I changed Julie’s name to Emily, I used find/replace and it took me two seconds! Two seconds! I had wasted a beautiful spring weekend for something that could have taken two seconds!  There are ALWAYS people who know more than you. Take Hope, for instance.  My first novel was published 6th months ago. I was chatting with some people online and she was talking about all of these things I didn’t do and had never heard of before. She was an angel and gave me all kinds of advice. Always be willing to learn in writing, in marketing…in life. 
I hear you are bringing teens to Puerto Rico to serve the less fortunate. What can we do to help?
I have two projects I am working on right now besides my Alaska Series and would love your help. (Either in the projects or in spreading the word about them)
As some of you know, one of my passions is service. For over 10 years I have tried to take some of my vacation time to make a difference to people in need. I love to take teens to let them experience serving the marginalized and opening their eyes to different cultures. I was considering doing an auction to help raise money for the teenagers to be able to go. Would any of you wonderful Authors or Bloggers be interested in donating things for it? I have never done an auction...does anyone want to help :) Email or PM me :) Thank you! We will be going to volunteer at Casa Julia-a home for abused woman and Children and a homeless outreach community. 
And what is the other project you are working on right now that my readers may be able to help you with. Can you tell us a little about that as well?
Out of the Shadows is a project I am working on. As many of you know, I, like Nicole in The Alaska Series, escaped an abusive relationship to begin again. 
Yes, I NEED YOU! I am looking for people who have been through a physically, or mentally abusive relationship and survived. The book will be compiled of our stories. I feel if we can give even one person the courage to leave and break free of the cycle of abuse, we will have succeeded.

If you or anyone you know would like to be a part of this project, please contact me at tiffanycarmouche @ ymail.com
I will be accepting submissions through April. (You can remain anonymous if needed)
Submissions can be: 
*Poetry
*A chapter ~Your story (A paragraph -5 pages)
*Quotes from you on hope or overcoming obstacles
*Pictures, photography or drawings (black and white)
*Submissions can be from an adult or child’s point of view
*If you would prefer interview questions, I can send them instead/as well.

Out of the Shadows will be used to give hope to people who are afraid to leave or have begun their journey out of the shadows and into the light. All the money will go to help provide service to victims of abuse.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
I would love to say thank you! I could not do this without you. I love to hear from you. You have no idea how much it means to hear your feedback on my books. I can’t believe I have fans all over the world. Thank you for reading the books, for recommending them and spreading the word about them, for reviewing them, for sharing my post, for the awesome graphics and videos you have made…for everything! I really can’t do this without you. I don’t have a big publishing company behind me pushing my books. It is all word of mouth. You are truly treasured! Please keep in touch. I love hearing from you!

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When Tiffany Carmouché is not writing romance novels, you can find her sculpting, traveling, teaching, singing, dancing, escaping in music or enjoying her family.
From skydiving in Alaska to scuba diving in Hawaii, Carmouché has traveled the worlds seeking adventure. These include riding camels in Africa, swimming under the stars in Puerto Rico, dancing salsa in Ecuador, and walking the cobblestone roads of Assisi, Italy. She has found fulfillment working with the disabled and orphans in Argentina, and Mexico. Her most cherished moments, however, have been watching her two beautiful daughters grow and strive to accomplish their own dreams.
  Despite all of these amazing experiences, she has survived many struggles. There was a time she felt defeated, but now she is recommitted to savoring experiences both in the novels she writes and in the life she lives each day. Her secret hope is that anyone who is struggling will realize there is a light at the end of the tunnel and no matter how hard the fight, no matter how many times they have been knocked down, it is always worth staggering up to their feet and learning to breathe again. 
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Holding the Link (Prophecy Series Book Two) is now LIVE on Amazon

Hey All

Long time since I've posted. I've been going like a crazy person trying to get Holding the Link finished and put up for sale. Yesterday, I finally got the book edits completed and it's not LIVE on Amazon.

If by chance, you have not read Linked, just leave me a comment with an email address by Wednesday,  5/29, and I'll send you a copy in your preferred format!

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Here's a teaser for Chapter One.....



Cole stood at the single window in his living room, staring out into the night. The streets were still busy with cars, despite the late hour. All in a hurry to be somewhere, he was sure, but for now, they were stuck on the roads, following like ants in a trail as they mindlessly headed wherever. He hated the city.
 Streaks of light filled the night sky with the threat of the promised storm. It fit his mood perfectly. He turned away from the depressing view and paced around his lonely apartment, a scowl darkening his face as he drove his hands into his pockets, fists clenched. He had yet to figure out why Lana insisted on keeping her apartment instead of moving in with him.
While he realized they’d only known each other a short time—a little more than a month—they were meant for each other. She was the mother of his unborn son. What is she waiting for? What was it going to take for her to believe that he wasn’t going anywhere? This was the first night they’d actually spent apart. He didn’t like it one little bit. 
This new feeling of loneliness unsettled him and wasn’t something he was accustomed to. As a shifter, he’d always been fine with nothing but his own company. It wasn’t as if he had a lot in common with the majority of people. But Lana was different—she understood him—and he understood her. Or thought he had. Until tonight. A deadline. 
A deadline on a website she could just as easily have worked on here at his place. He’d already set her up a computer system in the home office he never used. And, of course, he’d have been glad to stay at her place if she really wanted to work from her own desk in her own apartment. 
He had to admit her place was quite a bit cheerier. His living room sported nothing but an old gray couch, a second-hand coffee table and a big-screen television on the wall. The television almost brought a grin. Lana hadn’t been able to resist teasing him about his ‘man cave’ television.
The almost-grin faded before it could fully form. He wondered if there was something going on with her that he didn’t know about. She’d seemed a bit distant for the last few days and that thought terrified the living hell out of him. He’d sensed that something was bothering her, though she hadn’t said anything.There was no way he could even imagine being without her now—even when she did things like this that infuriated him. She and their unborn child had become his life. She’d already agreed to marry him—though he wasn’t sure he’d actually have accepted a refusal. They were meant to be together and they both knew it. A big part of him was damn tempted to get dressed and go to her place. It was barely eleven—he doubted she’d be sleeping yet. That was one of the things they had in common: they were both night owls.It was one of only a hundred ways they were so well matched. 
He looked down at the phone sitting on the coffee table with another glare and picked it up. He punched in the speed-dial for her cell.
Lana sat at her desk looking outside. She’d put her desk here in front of the window because it made her monotonous computer work more enjoyable when she could look out and see the real world out there. The streaks of lightning in the sky were becoming more frequent, though she couldn’t hear the thunder yet—the storm was still a ways off. She rubbed her arms against a slight chill and wondered why she had been so darn determined to be home alone tonight. It seemed strange not to be either at Cole’s place, or at him being at hers. She sighed. Part of her was terrified at how quickly he’d become so important to her. They’d come together so fast—a matter of days. Who in the world developed any kind of lasting relationship when they’d only known each other a short time before becoming so close? A big part of her wondered if they’d grown so close because of the circumstance of their meeting. She’d heard someone in her apartment—rather her dead mother had warned her someone was inside—and Cole had literally come riding to the rescue. They’d barely been apart since.
A month.
For almost a solid month, they’d been with each other. Self-employed, her career allowed her to work anywhere, and he hadn’t had any cases in his detective business. She still believed he was waiting to be sure the danger that had brought them together was over. She’d had the same thought herself, though there was nothing she could put her finger on to make her think it might not be. There hadn’t been more dreams or incidents that would make her unsure—but something didn’t seem finished. It was a vague, persistent feeling that she simply could not shake.
There was still the voice in her head that told her this relationship had happened too fast, too. Lana had always been one to listen to her own subconscious. Something wasn’t right—she just didn’t know what.She glanced down at the computer monitor on her laptop. It was barely eleven, and she was more than a little surprised that he hadn’t called her since she’d insisted she needed to get a job done. It was true—she did have a website due, but she could have easily done it at his place. Or he could have come home with her.Cole was not happy that she wouldn’t move in with him. She just wasn’t ready. It was too damn fast. What if he realized he’d made a mistake later? What if he later realized that only the danger they’d faced together had brought them together or that there was really no substance beyond that? How could they not have become close quickly when they’d fought an ancient evil shapeshifter together?
When the sound of You’re the One That I Want filled the living room, she couldn’t help but smile. Cole had, of course, put it on there himself. She picked up the phone on the third ring. “Hi,” she said softly.“Whacha doin’? Did I wake you?” Cole asked.
Lana almost sighed. Just his voice, with that barely there Southern drawl, was enough to make her heart beat a little faster. Every once in a while, the Georgia in him came out.
She flicked the button to save the very little work she’d accomplished over the last two hours and swiveled in her chair away from the computer. She tugged on a curl that hung over her shoulder. “No, I was awake. Just working,” she lied. She wasn’t working—she was moping, but she didn’t want to admit that. 
“Guess you don’t want me to come over?”
Lana didn’t answer immediately. The thing was—she did want him to come. “Do you want to?” she finally said. 
“Now, that’s a silly question if I ever heard one.” His voice was laced with humor and just a touch of exasperation.
She had to chuckle at that, and her heart lifted. “Then come,” she said simply. 
“Be there in twenty,” Cole replied quickly, his voice pleased.
“I’ll be waiting,” Lana said and disconnected the call. 
Okay, so she was a wimp. She couldn’t seem even to spend one night away from him. What did that say about her? But then, she reminded herself, he’d called her, hadn’t he? 
When the phone rang again, she frowned. The caller came up as ‘Blocked’, which made her nervous. Her hand shook as she pushed the button to accept the call. “Yes?” Calls this time of night were never ‘good’ news. There was a long silence. Lana was just about to hang up, thinking it was a wrong number, despite the prickle of unease that sent a chill up her spine, when she heard a distorted, mechanical voice. “You’re dead.”
Lana instinctively looked at her window, then the door. “Who is this?” she demanded, her tone stiff. “What do you want?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, bitch. You’re dead,” the voice threatened.
Before she could comment, the call ended. She started at the phone for a long moment, panic filling her. She clasped the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Quickly, she raced around the apartment and checked the door and all the windows—they were all locked. She was safe. Cole would be here in just a few minutes. She wondered if she should tell him. It might have just been a crank call. The world was filled with sickos that delighted in causing fear.
She’d almost convinced herself that that was what it was when the phone rang again. ‘Blocked’ was once more the caller’s ID. “Leave me alone!” she all but yelled when she answered. 
“Do you think a locked door or window will keep you safe?”
The voice was the same. It sounded like he must be close, though. How else would he know she’d just checked all the doors and windows? For the first time, she wished she owned a gun. It hadn’t occurred to her to get one, but now she seriously considered it. Or maybe a huge dog. “Who are you?”
“Your death.”
If she hadn’t been so terrified, she’d have rolled her eyes at that statement. She felt her skin grow cold as goose flesh covered her arms. “Go to hell,” she said, disconnecting the call. She wasn’t going to answer it again. There was no way either she or Cole could trace the calls—and the cops hadn’t believed her about her mother. She didn’t think the police would believe her this time, either. 
She decided she wasn’t going to tell Cole. He’d overreact and either want her to move in with him, or he’d insist on staying with her. Not that she minded that, but she didn’t want it to be out of his sense of protectiveness. He had an innate protective nature that sometimes annoyed her, but it humbled her, too.There was absolutely no doubt in her mind he’d give up his life to protect her. She wasn’t going to let that happen.
And the link for the book is here...


For now, it's exclusively on Amazon and free to borrow on Amazon Prime