Uvi Poznansky's Blog, page 78
December 26, 2018
Her writing and her art are tightly coupled.
A lovely review for my WWII Romantic Suspense novel, Dancing with Air:
5.0 out of 5 stars Her writing and her art are tightly coupled.December 22, 2018
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This is the first book I’ve read by Uvi Poznanski. When I read the author’s bio, the description of her writing so accurately portrayed her work I felt compelled to share her words in my review—Her writing and her art are tightly coupled. “I paint with my pen,” she says, “and write with my paintbrush.”
The Music Of Us is a beautifully crafted story of love through the ages. Written in first person through the hero’s eyes, Poznansky shares the poignant, bitter-sweet memories of Lenny as he chronicles the beautiful love story between he and Natasha. With a backdrop of WWII and an amazingly accurate description of the era, Poznanski paints her story on the canvas of our minds.
I felt the emotion from love at first sight and his desperate attempts to win over Natasha’s mother to his acceptance of his love’s struggle with Alzheimers as he reads of her failing mind in her diary.
A mesmerizing, powerful saga!
5.0 out of 5 stars Her writing and her art are tightly coupled.December 22, 2018
Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase
This is the first book I’ve read by Uvi Poznanski. When I read the author’s bio, the description of her writing so accurately portrayed her work I felt compelled to share her words in my review—Her writing and her art are tightly coupled. “I paint with my pen,” she says, “and write with my paintbrush.”The Music Of Us is a beautifully crafted story of love through the ages. Written in first person through the hero’s eyes, Poznansky shares the poignant, bitter-sweet memories of Lenny as he chronicles the beautiful love story between he and Natasha. With a backdrop of WWII and an amazingly accurate description of the era, Poznanski paints her story on the canvas of our minds.
I felt the emotion from love at first sight and his desperate attempts to win over Natasha’s mother to his acceptance of his love’s struggle with Alzheimers as he reads of her failing mind in her diary.
A mesmerizing, powerful saga!
December 22, 2018
Cover design for Apart from War
I'm so excited to present my new bundle, Apart from War. It includes three novels, where one begins where the previous one ends, so you keep yourself immersed in the times and in the saga that begins when they first meet and spans several years, following them from the US to England to France during WWII:The Music of Us, Dancing with AirMarriage before DeathIn designing the cover for this bundle, Here I imagined a family member—perhaps Ben, Lenny’s son—studying old photographs of his mother, Natasha, to begin to understand her secrets, her previous life, and the love story of his parents before he was born.
These photographs are also the covers of the three individual novels. Framed with vintage photograph edges, they are presented on top of old letters, with pressed flowers that might have been sent in the same envelope between the lovers.
Volume III, IV & V: Apart from WarAudible: Soon Audiobook: SoonPaperback: Soon
These photographs are also the covers of the three individual novels. Framed with vintage photograph edges, they are presented on top of old letters, with pressed flowers that might have been sent in the same envelope between the lovers.
Volume III, IV & V: Apart from WarAudible: Soon Audiobook: SoonPaperback: Soon
December 17, 2018
I get to inhabit the lives of your characters
Today I have the pleasure of presenting the gifted narrator of my upcoming Romantic Suspense Technothriller, Virtually Lace.
Don Warrick has already voiced the characters for three of my WWI Romantic Suspense novels, The Music of Us, Dancing with Air, and Marriage before Death. With my new series come a host of new characters, lead by Michael, a software engineer specializing in Virtual Reality, and his sweetheart, Ash, who is coming back to him after a traumatic incident in her recent past. I have just heard Don narrating the first chapter and can't wait to share voice clips with you, so please, stay tuned...
Don is an actor who spent his entire life presenting the written word, and is second to none in his storytelling. He is a musician of many skills: teacher, performer, conductor, and recording artist. And he is an audiobook publisher. One day, he took the advice of his son, a writer, and found himself on the ACX page. Many days later he came up for air, realizing that he found the place where all roads converge. What I admire about him--besides his incredible talent--is that he can read my thoughts and make them his own. In his own words, which he expressed in the beautiful article he wrote titled Intimacy,
What I really love about producing audio books is that as an actor I get to inhabit the lives of your characters for more than a couple of hours. My relationship with you is the most intimate of relationships. I alone have climbed inside your head and stood with your lovers and your demons. I have let your tears roll down my cheek, locked in a tiny little box in my basement, in front of a microphone and a script. Just the two of us.
Intimacy.
Don Warrick's Website
His body of work:
AudioBooks:
Uvi Poznansky Marriage before Death The Music of Us Dancing with Air Mary Campisi A Family Affair: The Promise (Truth in Lies book #7) A Family Affair: Winter (Truth in Lies, Book 6) A Family Affair: Christmas (Truth in Lies, Book 5) A Family Affair: Fall (Truth in Lies, Book 4) A Family Affair: Summer (Truth in Lies, Book 3) The Betrayed Trilogy: Boxed Set Michael J Dawson Life on Mars Oleg V. Oksevski Flying With The Enemy: Memoir of a Young Cadet Richard James Chance The Last Lesson The Song of Kings Julie Elizabeth PowellThe Box That Jane Built Christmas Past Figments 13 Lost Shadows John Franz Chakra: Maximize Your Potential Physically and Mentally Artistic DirectionDayton Playhouse, Dayton OhioCentral Ohio Professional Theatre, Columbus OhioCovered Bridge Theatre, North East Maryland,PerformanceA Little Night Music - FredrickKiss Me Kate - PetruchioMack & Mable - Mack SennettMan of La Mancha - Don QuixoteSound of Music - Capt. von TrappSouth Pacific - Emile DeBequeSweeney Todd - SweeneyThe King and I - King of SiamTwo by Two - Noah The Grand Duke - The Grand DukeHMS Penafore - RalphPirates of Penzance - The Pirate King The Merry Widow - Danilo The Mikado - Nanki Poo Orpheus - MercuryLes deux aveugles - PatachonDie Fledermaus - EisensteinGianni Schicci - GerardoLa Boeheme - ParpignoLa Traviata - Georgio GermontMarriage of Figaro - Don BasillioThe Impressario - Herr EilerA Lion in Winter - HenryLend Me a Tenor - Tito MerrelliMedea - Jason Oleanna - JohnOn Golden Pond - NormanPlaza Suite - Jessie KipplingerThe Odd Couple - Felix The Rainmaker - StarbuckZoo Story - Jerry Brigadoon - Tommy AlbrightCamelot - ArthurCandide - CandideJacque Brel - Player Convenience - AbeFantastics - El GalloGodspell - JesusGuys and Dolls - Sky Masterson
Don Warrick has already voiced the characters for three of my WWI Romantic Suspense novels, The Music of Us, Dancing with Air, and Marriage before Death. With my new series come a host of new characters, lead by Michael, a software engineer specializing in Virtual Reality, and his sweetheart, Ash, who is coming back to him after a traumatic incident in her recent past. I have just heard Don narrating the first chapter and can't wait to share voice clips with you, so please, stay tuned...
Don is an actor who spent his entire life presenting the written word, and is second to none in his storytelling. He is a musician of many skills: teacher, performer, conductor, and recording artist. And he is an audiobook publisher. One day, he took the advice of his son, a writer, and found himself on the ACX page. Many days later he came up for air, realizing that he found the place where all roads converge. What I admire about him--besides his incredible talent--is that he can read my thoughts and make them his own. In his own words, which he expressed in the beautiful article he wrote titled Intimacy,
What I really love about producing audio books is that as an actor I get to inhabit the lives of your characters for more than a couple of hours. My relationship with you is the most intimate of relationships. I alone have climbed inside your head and stood with your lovers and your demons. I have let your tears roll down my cheek, locked in a tiny little box in my basement, in front of a microphone and a script. Just the two of us.
Intimacy.
Don Warrick's Website
His body of work:
AudioBooks:
Uvi Poznansky Marriage before Death The Music of Us Dancing with Air Mary Campisi A Family Affair: The Promise (Truth in Lies book #7) A Family Affair: Winter (Truth in Lies, Book 6) A Family Affair: Christmas (Truth in Lies, Book 5) A Family Affair: Fall (Truth in Lies, Book 4) A Family Affair: Summer (Truth in Lies, Book 3) The Betrayed Trilogy: Boxed Set Michael J Dawson Life on Mars Oleg V. Oksevski Flying With The Enemy: Memoir of a Young Cadet Richard James Chance The Last Lesson The Song of Kings Julie Elizabeth PowellThe Box That Jane Built Christmas Past Figments 13 Lost Shadows John Franz Chakra: Maximize Your Potential Physically and Mentally Artistic DirectionDayton Playhouse, Dayton OhioCentral Ohio Professional Theatre, Columbus OhioCovered Bridge Theatre, North East Maryland,PerformanceA Little Night Music - FredrickKiss Me Kate - PetruchioMack & Mable - Mack SennettMan of La Mancha - Don QuixoteSound of Music - Capt. von TrappSouth Pacific - Emile DeBequeSweeney Todd - SweeneyThe King and I - King of SiamTwo by Two - Noah The Grand Duke - The Grand DukeHMS Penafore - RalphPirates of Penzance - The Pirate King The Merry Widow - Danilo The Mikado - Nanki Poo Orpheus - MercuryLes deux aveugles - PatachonDie Fledermaus - EisensteinGianni Schicci - GerardoLa Boeheme - ParpignoLa Traviata - Georgio GermontMarriage of Figaro - Don BasillioThe Impressario - Herr EilerA Lion in Winter - HenryLend Me a Tenor - Tito MerrelliMedea - Jason Oleanna - JohnOn Golden Pond - NormanPlaza Suite - Jessie KipplingerThe Odd Couple - Felix The Rainmaker - StarbuckZoo Story - Jerry Brigadoon - Tommy AlbrightCamelot - ArthurCandide - CandideJacque Brel - Player Convenience - AbeFantastics - El GalloGodspell - JesusGuys and Dolls - Sky Masterson
You chose the wrong side in this fight
The front door opens. A big guy in a cowboy hat too small for his head walks in. Close set eyes lock on her, and he comes straight to her table. In an accent that sounds like Eddie and Senor Valdez, he says, “Hank Sibley’s buckle bunny. Just the woman I want to see.”
Her eyes lock on the scar along his jaw. The man from the VIP area at the rodeo earlier. The one who delivered dois cervejas to her and Senor Valdez. She tries to look and sound casually surprised when what she feels is terror. “What?” With one hand, she covers the buckle Hank had playfully secured around her waist earlier.
“Don’t play any dumber than you are.” His voice is cutting, his eyes dismissive in his olive face.
Inside rages bubbles up to mix with her terror. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I’m certainly nobody’s buckle bunny. I’m just a singer. I played at the Buckin’ A the last few nights.”
He shakes his head. “I know where you played, but a thing is at it appears. And you appeared here with Hank Sibley.”
“I’m on the road to my next gig in Billings.”
“You chose the wrong side in this fight.” He slides into Hank’s chair.
“You need to leave.”
He pats his hip. “This is a gun in my pocket. You’re going to follow me to the parking lot.”
“What do you want from me?”
His eyes bore into hers. “If you do anything stupid, I shoot someone. Maybe you. Maybe that teenager waiting people. Maybe the grandmother with the babies by the door. I don’t care who. Got it?”
She swallows. Hank really had gotten the wrong people mad. She hopes her prayer wasn’t too late. If this guy was here for her, this could mean Hank escaped. “Got it.”
He stands, and Maggie follows his lead. He gestures for her to walk ahead of him, then does it again impatiently when she hesitates. Her legs feel wobbly and blood rushes from her head. She steadies herself with fingertips on the table. Come on, Maggie. Come on, she tells herself. Finally, her legs move, and she shuffles forward.
Inspiration strikes. She stops. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Not now.”
“But—”
“I said not now.” His hip and the hard metal of his gun bumps her from behind. “You’ve got two seconds until I start shooting.”
She feels his hand move into his pocket, and she musters up the courage to move again. He trails her to the exit of the restaurant. Maggie tries to make eye contact with people, but no one pays any attention to them. Maybe the waitress will see I’ve walked the check and come after us. But that will be no good, if this Neanderthal keeps his promise to shoot. He opens the door, indicating she should go first. The night wind bowls her over, hot and hard, like it wants to push her back into the safety of the diner.
He grabs her elbow.
“Ouch.” She tries to yank away. “Where are you taking me?”
His grip is steady, but he doesn’t answer. He marches Maggie beyond the reach of the lights from the street and from Western Sky’s. They reach a boat-like sedan, decades old from the shape but well-preserved. She can’t identify it in the dark. He stops at the driver’s door, reaches in, fumbles around, and pushes a button repeatedly.
“Damn old piece of shit.” He propels her ahead of him. “Around back.” He opens the trunk with his key.
Maggie’s heart is a drumroll in her chest. He’s going to put her in the trunk. There’s no way she can let that happen without a fight, because whatever he does to her somewhere else will be much worse than what he can do here.
“Are you looking for Hank? I can tell you where he is.” She unbuckles her belt and slips it into her hand behind her back. Her fist tightens on the belt, and she tenses, ready.
“I couldn’t care less where he is. You’re my assignment.”
“But why? I don’t get it.”
“He disrespected the boss. The boss always returns the insult. You’re Mr. Sibley’s punishment. Now, you can get in, or I can put you in.”
“Aren’t you going to move the tire over? I won’t fit.”
He glances at the interior of the trunk.
Maggie grits her teeth. With all her strength, she whips the ten-pound belt buckle into the side of his head, then rears back, ready to do it again. He falls forward. She lets the belt drop. With strength she didn’t know she had, she grabs him around the thighs and topples him the rest of the way in. As she slams the trunk, he’s already recovering and beginning to thrash. She pauses with her weight on the trunk lid, listening. He’s groaning, cursing, kicking. It hasn’t been half an hour. Her breaths come fast in panty gasps. She can’t leave Hank. Can the thug get out of the trunk? She has no idea. There could be a latch. Or he could bust it open.
Cautiously, she stands, watching the trunk latch and at the ready with her giant belt buckle. His efforts seem futile, and she finally decides she can risk it. He’s not going to break out. She has to get back to where Hank expects her to be waiting for him. Shaking, she puts the belt back on, looking around her to see if anyone had seen what happened as she does it. But she’s completely alone except for the struggling man in the trunk.
She takes a few deep breaths, each less shaky than the last. “I’m nobody’s buckle bunny, asshole.”
Excerpt from Buckle Bunny
By Pamela Fagan Hutchins
Included in Love Under Fire
★ Love Romantic Suspense? ★Get these 21 brand new novels, never before published, in one boxed set!Get the box set nowLove Under Fire
Her eyes lock on the scar along his jaw. The man from the VIP area at the rodeo earlier. The one who delivered dois cervejas to her and Senor Valdez. She tries to look and sound casually surprised when what she feels is terror. “What?” With one hand, she covers the buckle Hank had playfully secured around her waist earlier.
“Don’t play any dumber than you are.” His voice is cutting, his eyes dismissive in his olive face.
Inside rages bubbles up to mix with her terror. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I’m certainly nobody’s buckle bunny. I’m just a singer. I played at the Buckin’ A the last few nights.”
He shakes his head. “I know where you played, but a thing is at it appears. And you appeared here with Hank Sibley.”
“I’m on the road to my next gig in Billings.”
“You chose the wrong side in this fight.” He slides into Hank’s chair.
“You need to leave.”
He pats his hip. “This is a gun in my pocket. You’re going to follow me to the parking lot.”
“What do you want from me?”
His eyes bore into hers. “If you do anything stupid, I shoot someone. Maybe you. Maybe that teenager waiting people. Maybe the grandmother with the babies by the door. I don’t care who. Got it?”
She swallows. Hank really had gotten the wrong people mad. She hopes her prayer wasn’t too late. If this guy was here for her, this could mean Hank escaped. “Got it.”
He stands, and Maggie follows his lead. He gestures for her to walk ahead of him, then does it again impatiently when she hesitates. Her legs feel wobbly and blood rushes from her head. She steadies herself with fingertips on the table. Come on, Maggie. Come on, she tells herself. Finally, her legs move, and she shuffles forward.
Inspiration strikes. She stops. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Not now.”
“But—”
“I said not now.” His hip and the hard metal of his gun bumps her from behind. “You’ve got two seconds until I start shooting.”
She feels his hand move into his pocket, and she musters up the courage to move again. He trails her to the exit of the restaurant. Maggie tries to make eye contact with people, but no one pays any attention to them. Maybe the waitress will see I’ve walked the check and come after us. But that will be no good, if this Neanderthal keeps his promise to shoot. He opens the door, indicating she should go first. The night wind bowls her over, hot and hard, like it wants to push her back into the safety of the diner.
He grabs her elbow.
“Ouch.” She tries to yank away. “Where are you taking me?”
His grip is steady, but he doesn’t answer. He marches Maggie beyond the reach of the lights from the street and from Western Sky’s. They reach a boat-like sedan, decades old from the shape but well-preserved. She can’t identify it in the dark. He stops at the driver’s door, reaches in, fumbles around, and pushes a button repeatedly.
“Damn old piece of shit.” He propels her ahead of him. “Around back.” He opens the trunk with his key.
Maggie’s heart is a drumroll in her chest. He’s going to put her in the trunk. There’s no way she can let that happen without a fight, because whatever he does to her somewhere else will be much worse than what he can do here.
“Are you looking for Hank? I can tell you where he is.” She unbuckles her belt and slips it into her hand behind her back. Her fist tightens on the belt, and she tenses, ready.
“I couldn’t care less where he is. You’re my assignment.”
“But why? I don’t get it.”
“He disrespected the boss. The boss always returns the insult. You’re Mr. Sibley’s punishment. Now, you can get in, or I can put you in.”
“Aren’t you going to move the tire over? I won’t fit.”
He glances at the interior of the trunk.
Maggie grits her teeth. With all her strength, she whips the ten-pound belt buckle into the side of his head, then rears back, ready to do it again. He falls forward. She lets the belt drop. With strength she didn’t know she had, she grabs him around the thighs and topples him the rest of the way in. As she slams the trunk, he’s already recovering and beginning to thrash. She pauses with her weight on the trunk lid, listening. He’s groaning, cursing, kicking. It hasn’t been half an hour. Her breaths come fast in panty gasps. She can’t leave Hank. Can the thug get out of the trunk? She has no idea. There could be a latch. Or he could bust it open.
Cautiously, she stands, watching the trunk latch and at the ready with her giant belt buckle. His efforts seem futile, and she finally decides she can risk it. He’s not going to break out. She has to get back to where Hank expects her to be waiting for him. Shaking, she puts the belt back on, looking around her to see if anyone had seen what happened as she does it. But she’s completely alone except for the struggling man in the trunk.
She takes a few deep breaths, each less shaky than the last. “I’m nobody’s buckle bunny, asshole.”
Excerpt from Buckle Bunny
By Pamela Fagan Hutchins
Included in Love Under Fire
★ Love Romantic Suspense? ★Get these 21 brand new novels, never before published, in one boxed set!Get the box set nowLove Under Fire
December 14, 2018
Cover reveal for the audiobook edition of Virtually Lace
I'm so happy to start working with my narrator, Don Warrick, on our upcoming project, Virtually Lace! Don has produced three of my audiobooks and I admire the quality of his work and the way he steps into the skin of the characters, so I can't wait to hear how he gives them voice!
Meanwhile, I've designed the cover for the book: I wanted to bring together the virtual universe, as signified by the 0's and 1's in the top half of the cover, and the natural world, as signified by the ebbing of water in the bottom half. This way, the cover reflects the thoughts of my protagonist:
Even before Michael spotted the body, the idea of creating a simulation of the scene occurred to him. At sunset, the panoramic view of Laguna Beach was awe-inspiring. He wondered if he could render it convincingly in his model, the virtual reality model which he had been developing in the back of his garage for months, until the recent acquisition of his software by a military ops company. Could beauty be taken apart without loss of emotional impact? Could its data be synthesized, somehow, into a lifelike experience? In short, could he apply his analytical skills to fool his own senses?
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99★ Kindle ★ Audiobook and paperback coming soon...
Meanwhile, I've designed the cover for the book: I wanted to bring together the virtual universe, as signified by the 0's and 1's in the top half of the cover, and the natural world, as signified by the ebbing of water in the bottom half. This way, the cover reflects the thoughts of my protagonist:
Even before Michael spotted the body, the idea of creating a simulation of the scene occurred to him. At sunset, the panoramic view of Laguna Beach was awe-inspiring. He wondered if he could render it convincingly in his model, the virtual reality model which he had been developing in the back of his garage for months, until the recent acquisition of his software by a military ops company. Could beauty be taken apart without loss of emotional impact? Could its data be synthesized, somehow, into a lifelike experience? In short, could he apply his analytical skills to fool his own senses?
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Preorder $0.99★ Kindle ★ Audiobook and paperback coming soon...
December 13, 2018
A wide-faced white watch ticking away for a woman who would never again need to know the time
His partner patted him on his shoulder. “Take your time.” “No, let's get this over with.” Michael led the way into the building where the county medical examiner met them at the door. They flashed and pocketed their badges in sync with each other. Jeff—the senior agent—dispensed with introductions. Michael only caught snatches of the conversation. The sharp ringing in his ears blocked out any other sound. The coroner's grim expression and somber tone told the whole story. “I haven’t performed the autopsy yet. I was waiting for y’all to come by and see the body. From my initial examination, it looks like this might be another victim of the serial killer you’re after. I can tell you for sure she put up one helluva fight.” Jeff shot a quick glance at Michael, who shook his head and wet his lips. He shuffled forward following the examiner into the cold morgue, his heart pounding and his breath quickening. He leaned against the wall as the examiner pulled out the drawer and peeled off the crisp white sheet covering the body. The dead woman’s left hand slipped off the tray showing a wide-faced white watch ticking away for a woman who would never again need to know the time. Michael let out a huff of relief as he bent at the waist. Fresh air. I need fresh air. He bolted.
Excerpt from Summer of '78By K.M. HodgeIncluded in Love Under Fire
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Excerpt from Summer of '78By K.M. HodgeIncluded in Love Under Fire
★ Love Romantic Suspense? ★Get these 21 brand new novels, never before published, in one boxed set!#1 BestsellerGet the box set nowLove Under Fire
December 12, 2018
A tragedy of classical proportions
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127reviews
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The Edge of RevoltThe David Chronicles, Book 3By: Uvi PoznanskyNarrated by: Bob Sterry A Father's Sorrow Overall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsPerformance ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsStory ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsReviewed: 12-05-18
This volume chronicles the clash between David's sons Amnon and Abselon with a poignancy that captures the pain and despair of a father as he watches his family fall apart. Poznansky weaves bits of biblical text with her own words as she spins this sad tale of one of the low points of the great biblical king's life. It's a tragedy of classical proportions full of pride, hubris and the inevitability of the fall.
Bob Sterry, in my mind one of the best narrators working today, brings the story to life with all the warmth, nobility and eloquence it deserves.
A story you won't want to miss. You voted on this review!
127reviews
58helpful votes
137ratings
The Edge of RevoltThe David Chronicles, Book 3By: Uvi PoznanskyNarrated by: Bob Sterry A Father's Sorrow Overall ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsPerformance ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsStory ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 5 out of 5 starsReviewed: 12-05-18
This volume chronicles the clash between David's sons Amnon and Abselon with a poignancy that captures the pain and despair of a father as he watches his family fall apart. Poznansky weaves bits of biblical text with her own words as she spins this sad tale of one of the low points of the great biblical king's life. It's a tragedy of classical proportions full of pride, hubris and the inevitability of the fall.
Bob Sterry, in my mind one of the best narrators working today, brings the story to life with all the warmth, nobility and eloquence it deserves.
A story you won't want to miss. You voted on this review!
December 10, 2018
My new series: Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance
I'm so excited to share the news with you! My new series, Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance, will hit the shelves come January, with two books. Both of them will be available to you sooner, in preorder mode, so please stay tuned...
Coma Confidential
Ashley finds herself in the ER diagnosed with coma. She has no memory of what has happened to her. Despite what everyone around her may think, Ash can listen to the conversations of her visitors. One of them in particular strikes her as a possible suspect in her recent rape.
For Ash, there is little time to gather clues: blackouts are happening not only in the hospital but in Irvine and other places in California, and the Russian hackers who are intent on sabotaging the power grid are trying to blackmail her boyfriend, Michael, into helping their cause. And what better way for them to do it but by kidnapping her?
Virtually Lace
Haunted by discovering the body of Lace, a beautiful dancer whose throat has been slit, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
Suffering some memory loss due to a violent incident in her own past, Ash is unable to identify her attacker. Despite the persistent fear, she puts her life in danger to draw out the man she suspects of killing Lace, so as to avenge her murder.
Meanwhile, the cops treat Michael as their prime suspect. The only reason they haven’t arrested him yet is an urgent rescue mission, as Laguna Beach is engulfed in flames. Will Michael manage to slip away from them and save his sweetheart before it’s too late? Will he catch the murderer?
Coma Confidential(Volume I of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)
Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)
Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
Coma Confidential
Ashley finds herself in the ER diagnosed with coma. She has no memory of what has happened to her. Despite what everyone around her may think, Ash can listen to the conversations of her visitors. One of them in particular strikes her as a possible suspect in her recent rape.
For Ash, there is little time to gather clues: blackouts are happening not only in the hospital but in Irvine and other places in California, and the Russian hackers who are intent on sabotaging the power grid are trying to blackmail her boyfriend, Michael, into helping their cause. And what better way for them to do it but by kidnapping her?
Virtually Lace
Haunted by discovering the body of Lace, a beautiful dancer whose throat has been slit, Michael sets out to create a virtual reality simulation of her murder. Can he bring the mystery to life? Can he solve its clues in time, before the killer turns on the woman he loves, Ash?
Suffering some memory loss due to a violent incident in her own past, Ash is unable to identify her attacker. Despite the persistent fear, she puts her life in danger to draw out the man she suspects of killing Lace, so as to avenge her murder.
Meanwhile, the cops treat Michael as their prime suspect. The only reason they haven’t arrested him yet is an urgent rescue mission, as Laguna Beach is engulfed in flames. Will Michael manage to slip away from them and save his sweetheart before it’s too late? Will he catch the murderer?
Coma Confidential(Volume I of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)
Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
Virtually Lace(Volume II of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)
Preorder $0.99Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
December 8, 2018
A dangerous question to ask when you’re standing there in a towel
When she turned around, Luke was standing in the doorway. “Oh!” she gasped, her pulse jumping. She’d forgotten to close the door. One of the hazards of living alone for so long.“Sorry, Callie. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”“It’s okay. I guess I didn’t hear you, with the AC on.” She gestured toward the window with her head, suddenly acutely aware she was clad in only a towel.He nodded, pushing his hands into his pockets. “How was your bath?”“Good, thanks. I was hoping it would help me relax.” She shrugged, and the twist in her towel loosened. Clutching it to her chest, she managed a weak smile as she fumbled to secure it. She could feel the weight of his stare even as she bent her head to check the new knot, and warmth pooled in her belly. “And did it?” he asked, his voice low.“What?” She glanced up, and their gazes locked. The air crackled as the moment stretched out, and she recognized something in the depths of his eyes. Hunger. Could he see the same thing reflected back in hers?His chest expanded as he pulled in a slow breath. “Did it help relax you?”“Oh. Um, a little.” Desire burned through her, deep and insistent, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his arms. To forget everything else in the world except for Luke. To forget fear and loss; to leave no room for anything but pleasure. “Well, I just wanted to check in on you. To see if you…need anything.” Yes. I need you. The bold words caught in her throat, and she licked her lips and tried a different response. “Do you?”He cocked his head, his brows pulling together. “What?” “Um. Need anything?”He dragged a hand over his mouth, the muscles in his arm bunching with the movement. “That’s a dangerous question to ask when you’re standing there in a towel.”A loaded silence hung between them, heavy with possibilities. Her voice trembled slightly when she finally broke it. “And yet I’m asking it.”He entered the room slowly, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. “Are you sure about this?”She swallowed. Was she? Her body certainly was. Every inch of her skin tingled, craving his touch. “Yes. I’m sure.”He closed the distance between them in three quick strides, grasping the sides of her face with his hands. Tilting her head back, he anchored her in place as his lips crushed hers in a demanding kiss. The rough pads of his thumbs slid over her cheeks, and a groan rumbled in his chest. She strained up to him, lifting to her toes, grabbing onto his shoulders. The hard muscles tightened beneath her touch. Heat flooded her veins, her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Luke.The scruff of his stubble scraped against her cheek as his mouth moved across her jaw. He caught the tender lobe of her ear in his teeth, and she moaned.
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December 7, 2018
Cover reveal for Coma Confidential
Ashley finds herself in the ER diagnosed with coma. She has no memory of what has happened to her. Despite what everyone around her may think, Ash can listen to the conversations of her visitors. One of them in particular strikes her as a possible suspect in her recent rape.
For Ash, there is little time to gather clues: blackouts are happening not only in the hospital but in Irvine and other places in California, and the Russian hackers who are intent on sabotaging the power grid are trying to blackmail her boyfriend, Michael, into helping their cause. And what better way for them to do it but by kidnapping her?
In designing the cover for Coma Confidential, I wanted Ash to direct her gaze at you, so that her story can be told in the most intimate way, even if no one else but you can hear it. I imagined her floating in a neural network, half submerged. Here she is, describing it in her own words:
I feel like a fish in a fishbowl, hovering just behind the glass, watching them watching me. Correction: Since I can’t see, my fishbowl is opaque. All I can do is listen to them watching me.Dr. Patel explains to his audience that in my state, I can’t open my eyes. He adds that in the second stage of comma, also known as vegetative state—which unfortunately, I have yet to reach—patients may open their eyes, but they can’t interact with others. They can’t talk.Too bad. I have a long way to go before I can be called normal.How does he classify patients who can, somehow, lift their pinky toe? That’s the one thing I’d like to know. Can someone raise this question with him? No. Nobody does. Dr. Patel goes on lecturing his students about the brain, about improving the efficiency of neurotransmitters in it, which allows signals to pass from one neuron to the next across contact points called synapses. At first I find myself bored.
I would yawn, if only I could. Then, his presentation conjures up an image in my mind. I picture myself half submerged in the neural network of the brain. It looks like a fishnet, where a million squiggling limbs have been swept up, limbs that are visible not only at the upper surface but also down there, at layers beneath layers of its depth.Nerve signals are shooting around me every which way, traveling across the contact points between one limb and another. Limbs and synapses, synapses and limbs, with no limit but imagination.
I know that what I’ve created in my mind is not real—but even so, it overwhelms me. Caught in the fishnet, I struggle for air. An unexpected tide rises around my face, my nose. It’s touch and go. I may drown, or I may float over this constantly wriggling neural network and manage, somehow, to live on.
Coming soon!Coma Confidential(Volume I of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
For Ash, there is little time to gather clues: blackouts are happening not only in the hospital but in Irvine and other places in California, and the Russian hackers who are intent on sabotaging the power grid are trying to blackmail her boyfriend, Michael, into helping their cause. And what better way for them to do it but by kidnapping her?
In designing the cover for Coma Confidential, I wanted Ash to direct her gaze at you, so that her story can be told in the most intimate way, even if no one else but you can hear it. I imagined her floating in a neural network, half submerged. Here she is, describing it in her own words:
I feel like a fish in a fishbowl, hovering just behind the glass, watching them watching me. Correction: Since I can’t see, my fishbowl is opaque. All I can do is listen to them watching me.Dr. Patel explains to his audience that in my state, I can’t open my eyes. He adds that in the second stage of comma, also known as vegetative state—which unfortunately, I have yet to reach—patients may open their eyes, but they can’t interact with others. They can’t talk.Too bad. I have a long way to go before I can be called normal.How does he classify patients who can, somehow, lift their pinky toe? That’s the one thing I’d like to know. Can someone raise this question with him? No. Nobody does. Dr. Patel goes on lecturing his students about the brain, about improving the efficiency of neurotransmitters in it, which allows signals to pass from one neuron to the next across contact points called synapses. At first I find myself bored.
I would yawn, if only I could. Then, his presentation conjures up an image in my mind. I picture myself half submerged in the neural network of the brain. It looks like a fishnet, where a million squiggling limbs have been swept up, limbs that are visible not only at the upper surface but also down there, at layers beneath layers of its depth.Nerve signals are shooting around me every which way, traveling across the contact points between one limb and another. Limbs and synapses, synapses and limbs, with no limit but imagination.
I know that what I’ve created in my mind is not real—but even so, it overwhelms me. Caught in the fishnet, I struggle for air. An unexpected tide rises around my face, my nose. It’s touch and go. I may drown, or I may float over this constantly wriggling neural network and manage, somehow, to live on.
Coming soon!Coma Confidential(Volume I of Ash Suspense Thrillers with a Dash of Romance)Kindle ★ Nook ★ Apple ★ Kobo Google Play ★ Smashwords
