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March 5, 2014
Finding What Is Now on Sale for Kindle: .99 Cents!
In preparation for the Xpresso book tour next week, Finding What Is is now available on Amazon Kindle for .99 cents. Enjoy!
January 24, 2014
Xpresso Tour Coming in March...
http://xpressobooktours.com/2014/01/1...
Hoping this tour will help get my name out there and generate some interest for Finding. Here is the link if you're interested :0)
Hoping this tour will help get my name out there and generate some interest for Finding. Here is the link if you're interested :0)
October 5, 2013
Read an Excerpt from Finding What Is
From Chapter 3:
Xavier was her most potent addiction. She met him while working as a Student Service Learner in her high school’s office. He had been new, and had been brought in for calling a teacher a “prick”. Apparently, Mr. Kanokee had reduced a fellow classmate to tears over a botched oral presentation. Xavier told him that perhaps, if he had been getting a little more “oral” in his free time, then maybe he wouldn’t be such a prick.
He repeated all of this to the office staff, in a swaggering, offhanded manner that reminded Willie of those old Marlon Brando-rebel movies that she loved. She sat behind the secretary’s desk, pretending to work on filing, and took him in: his hair draped down his shoulder blades and was a rich, chocolate brown with flecks of gold. He had sleepy blue eyes and a full mouth, as beautiful as a woman’s. His left arm was sleeve tattooed, and a small, silver ring adorned his bottom lip. His clothes were worn, but clean.
Xavier went to in-school suspension willingly that day, but not before making Ms. Hannel blush by telling her how beautiful she looked, and winking at Willie, who had worn a smirk on her mouth while watching the scene unfold, telling herself how much of a prick Mr. Kanokee really was, and it was about time someone said it.
The next day, he found her eating lunch by herself, under the row of maple trees at the far end of the school lawn, next to the chainlink fence that separated the academic world from the rest of the real world. It was the place she went to be alone sometimes, when she wanted to avoid the lunchroom idiocy, which was most days if she were honest.
He curled up beside her without saying a word, helping himself to half of her sandwich. He pulled a green apple and a small paring knife out of his pocket. She accepted the pieces that he cut and handed to her.
Finally, he looked at her and said, “I’ve been waiting to do this since yesterday.”
“What?”
Xavier looked at her in that deep, soulful way that can only be accomplished by beautiful, reckless men. He brushed her hair off of her shoulders and smoothed it down her back. Drawing her into his taut arms, he kissed her, his tongue coursing over hers in firm waves, their mouths coming apart in small gasps, each absence pulling them toward one another more desperately. Willie inhaled the power of his arms around her, the firmness of his chest beneath her fingers, the surprising smell of oranges in his hair.
Theirs had been a mutual decision that day; to not ask or demand any more from the other than this.
Xavier was her most potent addiction. She met him while working as a Student Service Learner in her high school’s office. He had been new, and had been brought in for calling a teacher a “prick”. Apparently, Mr. Kanokee had reduced a fellow classmate to tears over a botched oral presentation. Xavier told him that perhaps, if he had been getting a little more “oral” in his free time, then maybe he wouldn’t be such a prick.
He repeated all of this to the office staff, in a swaggering, offhanded manner that reminded Willie of those old Marlon Brando-rebel movies that she loved. She sat behind the secretary’s desk, pretending to work on filing, and took him in: his hair draped down his shoulder blades and was a rich, chocolate brown with flecks of gold. He had sleepy blue eyes and a full mouth, as beautiful as a woman’s. His left arm was sleeve tattooed, and a small, silver ring adorned his bottom lip. His clothes were worn, but clean.
Xavier went to in-school suspension willingly that day, but not before making Ms. Hannel blush by telling her how beautiful she looked, and winking at Willie, who had worn a smirk on her mouth while watching the scene unfold, telling herself how much of a prick Mr. Kanokee really was, and it was about time someone said it.
The next day, he found her eating lunch by herself, under the row of maple trees at the far end of the school lawn, next to the chainlink fence that separated the academic world from the rest of the real world. It was the place she went to be alone sometimes, when she wanted to avoid the lunchroom idiocy, which was most days if she were honest.
He curled up beside her without saying a word, helping himself to half of her sandwich. He pulled a green apple and a small paring knife out of his pocket. She accepted the pieces that he cut and handed to her.
Finally, he looked at her and said, “I’ve been waiting to do this since yesterday.”
“What?”
Xavier looked at her in that deep, soulful way that can only be accomplished by beautiful, reckless men. He brushed her hair off of her shoulders and smoothed it down her back. Drawing her into his taut arms, he kissed her, his tongue coursing over hers in firm waves, their mouths coming apart in small gasps, each absence pulling them toward one another more desperately. Willie inhaled the power of his arms around her, the firmness of his chest beneath her fingers, the surprising smell of oranges in his hair.
Theirs had been a mutual decision that day; to not ask or demand any more from the other than this.
September 29, 2013
New Release: Finding What Is
Willie has always lived an unconventional life. Surrounded by the sensual, ethereal images of her artist-mother, she fantasizes about the half-wolf, half-human, but all-gorgeous face that stares out at her from her mother’s wall, and drinks in her mother’s stories of past lovers and adventures. She shares her home with a man who calls himself “uncle” (who stalks her through the house, naked). Her closest friends are a band of misfits who’ve forged their own way in life-including Xavier, who has carved his name in her soul- and her heart is torn between him and a college professor, a fellow artist who wants more than a student-teacher relationship.
Willie stands on the brink of womanhood poised to follow in her mother’s footsteps, with a gleaming future as an artist looming before her, and a maturity beyond her years that has enabled her to be the protector and caretaker of others, a mender of wounds. But as a devastating illness rips her mother from her life, Willie is left bereft of a home and of a sense of self. Guided only by her instincts, Willie wanders from her Professor’s arms to the home that Xavier shares with his live-in girlfriend Nicole (who insists that they can “share”). Her path becomes a search for peace, for family, for a love that’s real, and for her place in this world.
Finding What Is chronicles the journey that we all must take-to find ourselves, to reconcile our past, and to get back to that place we once called home.
Available now on Createspace.com, and on Amazon.com and AmazonKindle within the next 48 hours.
July 19, 2013
Soundtrack to Requiem...
Ok, so I don't know if I'm the only weirdo who does this, but I have soundtracks to go with many of the novels and read and (as of late) the ones that I write. It all started when I first read "Lake of Dead Languages", and was listening to Black Tape for a Blue Girl's album "Remnants". Goodman's imagery of the icy lake in winter and the bodies trapped beneath its cocoon fit so perfectly with the moody, etheral music. Now, whenever I think of one-the novel or the album-I cannot help but associate it with the other.
While I was writing Requiem, I experienced the same connection between the songs that I listened to and the particular scenes that I was creating. So, without further adieu, here is my recommended listening for Requiem:
Part 1/Am I Fallen: Insert your favorite "love ballad" from the hard rock/heavy metal artist who turns you on most.
Part 2/Howl: "Wolves" by Ego Likeness, "Howl" by Florence and the Machine
Part 3/Requiem: "Keep the Streets Empty for Me" by Fever Ray
Also, I had Bat for Lashes album "Two Suns" running on a loop often when I wrote parts 2 and 3. It's sad and ethereal and lovely.
While I was writing Requiem, I experienced the same connection between the songs that I listened to and the particular scenes that I was creating. So, without further adieu, here is my recommended listening for Requiem:
Part 1/Am I Fallen: Insert your favorite "love ballad" from the hard rock/heavy metal artist who turns you on most.
Part 2/Howl: "Wolves" by Ego Likeness, "Howl" by Florence and the Machine
Part 3/Requiem: "Keep the Streets Empty for Me" by Fever Ray
Also, I had Bat for Lashes album "Two Suns" running on a loop often when I wrote parts 2 and 3. It's sad and ethereal and lovely.
July 18, 2013
Biting the Bullet
I'm pleased to announce that the paperback version of Requiem is currently on sale for 4.99 via Createspace.com, and should be updating on Amazon soon.
As a new author-who's still pretty green at all of this-I've concluded that my top priority should be making my work as readily available and affordable as possible. My hope is that readers will take a chance on my little story and will be receptive to other works that I publish in the future.
A big thanks again to everyone who entered the giveaway. Requiem is still only 99 cents on Kindle, and I am grateful for any reviews that readers would be willing to give of my work.
Blessings!
As a new author-who's still pretty green at all of this-I've concluded that my top priority should be making my work as readily available and affordable as possible. My hope is that readers will take a chance on my little story and will be receptive to other works that I publish in the future.
A big thanks again to everyone who entered the giveaway. Requiem is still only 99 cents on Kindle, and I am grateful for any reviews that readers would be willing to give of my work.
Blessings!
June 19, 2013
Requiem For The Fallen 99 cents on Kindle
The kindle version of my first novel goes on sale today for 99 cents. See Amazon.com for more details. Thanks to all of those who've entered the giveaway!
