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August 20, 2014
Socializing
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August 13, 2014
Giveaway coming soon
I will be giving away copies of my brand new release from http://www.breathlesspress.com on the 29th of August when the novella goes live.
The buy link is currently live as well.
August 9, 2014
Snippet of my #NewAdult WIP
Hi Everyone,
This book is taking me forever to writ and it’s so worth to wait. Have a look at the snippet and let me know what you think.
Strangely his words sting. “I’m not a …” Oh why bother. I get inside my car and roll down the window. For a moment there I’d assumed he’d really cared when he’d asked if I’d been hurt. I guess whoever my mysterious biker rescuer is – he’s just doing his job. Hope and romance take a back seat.
They follow me home. Super Biker pulls up beside me when I stop outside the gate and gestures for me to give him my keys. He unlocks the gate and waits for me to park. I roll down the window and wait for him to leave before jumping off. He pauses next to me while reversing out the driveway and lifts up the visor. Invisible waves of his seductive cologne and aftershave engulf me. It’s still too dark for me to see him properly.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“For roughing up your haters?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re welcome.” A brief silence follows. “Tell you what, princess. If you can find me in the daylight I’ll tell you my name.”
“Deal,” I reply. Challenges are definitely my thing. I’ll find him all right even if the sound of his voice is all I have to go only have more though – his smell, the bracelet on his right hand and his built. Superbiker’s tall, broad shouldered and not even the darkness can hide his pert ass. I take in his silhouetted and hope he sticks around a few more seconds so I absorb more details about him. . Lucky I have an excellent memory.
“Deal.” He sounds like he’s smiling as he reverses and roars away into the night.
July 31, 2014
COVER REVEAL – #3 IN THE DARKWORLD SERIES
Here it is – the cover of Last Chance, book #3 in The DarkWorld Series
Expected publication: September 30th 2014 by Infinite Ink Books Add to Goodreads
BLURB
With the loss of her sister still weighing down both her conscience and her heart, Kailin Odel must take on the next part of her mission – find her mother and Anjelo and bring them back from Wrythiin. Kailin uses her mother’s portal key and enters the Wraith world intent on saving the ones she loves, but from the moment she arrives her mission is fraught with peril. Arriving in Wrythiin, Kai steps right into the middle of a Wraith rebellion. And only to find that though Anjelo is safe, her mother is held captive by a subversive faction of Wraiths once led by the Wraithlord that Kai had killed. From Wraiths to Shapeshifters, rebel causes to fraying family ties, to inexplicable new powers, Kai must fight her darkest demons while entering the blackest pits of Wrythiin to save her mother.
Meet the Author
I have been a writer from the time I was old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We are both passionate supporters of each others loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever remain cross-eyed.
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July 16, 2014
Sacrificial Muse Blog Tour
Originally posted on Shersinghzn's Blog:
Please welcome Maegan, author of Sacrifical Muse on my blog today.
So what is Sacrificial Muse about?
After learning the identity of the serial killer behind her 83 horrific days of rape and torture, Sabrina Vaughn has suffered more physical and emotional wounds than she can handle. Despite reeling with pain both old and new, Sabrina is given a second chance as a San Francisco homicide detective. But as reporters dog her every step and hordes of mail pour into her office — from supporters and nutjobs alike–Sabrina falls deeper into a pit of humiliation and anxiety. When nine red roses repeatedly show up on her desk, followed by an ominous red envelope addressed to Calliope, Sabrina realizes that a new killer is targeting her. She is his chosen muse, and the Fates require sacrifice.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19348116-sacrificial-muse
Sounds great. How about an excerpt?
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July 8, 2014
Sacrificial Muse Blog Tour
Please welcome Maegan, author of Sacrifical Muse on my blog today.
So what is Sacrificial Muse about?
After learning the identity of the serial killer behind her 83 horrific days of rape and torture, Sabrina Vaughn has suffered more physical and emotional wounds than she can handle. Despite reeling with pain both old and new, Sabrina is given a second chance as a San Francisco homicide detective. But as reporters dog her every step and hordes of mail pour into her office — from supporters and nutjobs alike–Sabrina falls deeper into a pit of humiliation and anxiety. When nine red roses repeatedly show up on her desk, followed by an ominous red envelope addressed to Calliope, Sabrina realizes that a new killer is targeting her. She is his chosen muse, and the Fates require sacrifice.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19348116-sacrificial-muse
Sounds great. How about an excerpt?
“Sabrina made piles. Note cards with things like watercolor landscapes or cartoon puppies on them went in a pile to the left. She didn’t even have to read them anymore. She could tell by the look of them that the people who sent them were sane. She flipped them open anyway, scanned the handwriting inside of each. Neat, well-spaced letters. Medium pressure on the page. That’s how normal people wrote.
She reached into the bag and pulled another envelope. It was legal-sized and bore the postal code for San Quentin. It was thick, the lettering on the front small and cramped together, pushed deep into the paper. She tapped the side of the envelope against her desk before using a pair of scissors to cut a thin strip along it. Slipping the carefully folded pages through the hole, she opened them up. More cramped, heavy writing, creating a solid block of text. She scanned for key words.
Kidnap. Rape. Stab.
They jumped out at her from the page, each one like a physical assault. She had to stiffen her neck to keep from recoiling in disgust. For some reason, the wingnuts all wanted to confess their crimes to her. Even the ones no one knew about. She re-folded the papers together as they had come and placed them into an evidence bag. She wrote the sender’s name and the number two hundred seventy-three. That’s how many letters she’d opened so far.
And the bag was still half full.
Something moved in her peripheral vision and she looked up. “Hey, Henley.” She smiled at him, flattening her hand against the evidence bag she’d just written on. The letters and packages were just evidence—nothing to be ashamed of. That’s what she tried to tell herself anyway. She glanced at the vase on her desk. “Your turn, huh?”
Henley cracked a dry grin. “I jumped the line—got caught up in a triple last night and didn’t even get home to shower. The wife is less than pleased.” He picked up the flowers and tucked them under his arm, his smile turning awkward. None of them knew what to say to her anymore. It was like she’d come back a complete stranger.
And she guessed she had.
She forced herself to pick up the evidence bag and drop it into the file box on the floor,
next to her chair. His eyes followed its progress, landing in the pile along with the rest of them.
“Well, if I were you, I’d stop at the market across the street and grab a bottle of wine to go with the flowers,” she said, deliberately reaching into the bag and pulling out her next contestant. A thin, white square with loopy, feminine handwriting. Postmarked Oklahoma.
She placed it on her desk and looked up. Henley was still standing there, looking at her. The look on his face said he was about to offer to stay and help her.”
Maegan Beaumont is the author of CARVED IN DARKNESS, the first book in the Sabrina Vaughn thriller series (Available through Midnight Ink, spring 2013). A native Phoenician, Maegan’s stories are meant to make you wonder what the guy standing in front of you in the Starbucks line has locked in his basement, and feel a strong desire to sleep with the light on.
When she isn’t busy fulfilling her duties as Domestic Goddess for her high school sweetheart turned husband, Joe, and their four children, she is locked in her office with her computer, her coffee pot and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one true love, Jade.
And there’s a giveaway as well.
Rafflecopter Link:
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Thank you for stopping by, Maegan.
June 28, 2014
Cover Reveal – Lousy Magnet
Hi Everyone.
Check out this awesome upcoming release from author Sally Max.
A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn’t Lee’s worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?
Lousy Magnet
(M/M Novella)
A Fun Spaceship Romp!
Release Day Party on Facebook!
https://www.facebook.com/events/319839668173599
The release day party is officially happening from July 31st at 8pm until August 1st at 8pm. If you can make it, that’s great! Stop by throughout the day and there will be fun giveaways and lots and lots of virtual adult beverages and cookies! If you can’t make it, that’s totally understandable. Just add your name to the “you’re attending” list and you get automatically included in the grand giveaway at the end of the party!
Buy Links: (Available August 1st, 2014)
http://www.breathlesspress.com
http://www.allromanceebooks.com
http://www.amazon.com
Short Blurb:
A fledgling romance separated by over 790 million miles isn’t Lee’s worst problem. His best friend turned secret lover wants to keep their relationship hidden. On a surprise visit home to mars, can Lee convince his boyfriend that he is worth taking a chance on?
Long Blurb:
Lee and Clint haven’t seen each other in over two years. Ever since Clint was deployed to Saturn’s moon Titan, their communication consisted of short emails and spotty voice messages.
The last leave home didn’t leave good memories. Culminating in a confused and livid family, and the relationship remaining concealed.
This time can Lee and Clint keep their hands off each other long enough to solve their festering issues? Or will the past replay itself and Lee will be left broken-hearted and alone… again.
Author Bio:
After not being able to answer, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” when she was little, Sally Max decided she wouldn’t settle on just one profession. Instead, she lives vicariously through her characters on the page, and gets a taste of every possible scenario she can imagine.
Sally Max currently resides in central Florida with her fiancé and a rambunctious black and white tuxedo kitty.
See what Sally is up to at http://www.sallymax.com
Excerpt:
”It’s been too long.” Dolly smiled at him across the table. “What has it been, two years?” She must have realized the last time they had seen each other happened to be the same day her brother had shipped out. Glancing down, as if suddenly aware she had brought up a touchy subject, she fidgeted. Lee hadn’t wanted him to go.
Twenty-two months, two weeks, a handful of days, but who’s counting—
“Something like that,” Lee tried to smile for her but couldn’t make it go to his eyes. Instead, he just settled for a half-crooked grin that he hoped she would read as sincere. “Are you in town long?”
“You want to get rid of me?” Dolly teased, placing her hand on his.
Looking down at her small pixie-like hands, Lee realized they were just smaller versions of Clint’s hands. The nail beds were the same size and shape. Even her cuticles were identical. Clint’s hands were probably calloused and rough from his time away. When Lee looked up at her face, all he could see were Clint’s eyes. How didn’t he know that they had the same eyes? The blue of Earth’s oceans matched in those two small globes. A pang of emotion swept over him and knotted in his stomach. He couldn’t identify what it was. Regret? Longing? Sorrow?
“What’s wrong?” Her soft southern drawl that she would never be rid of seeped out of her words. The same drawl that flowed from Clint’s tongue every time they video messaged.
Tears sprang to his eyes. Lee would never call himself an emotional man, but at that second in time, he missed Clint with body, heart, soul, mind—every bit of his being. It went beyond reason, as the only thing he longed for in the universe was a hug from his fair-haired officer.
“You miss him that much, don’t you?” Dolly asked as though reading his mind.
Lee coughed and blinked furiously. “Excuse me?”
“Lee Louis Love, I’ve known you since you couldn’t pronounce my last name correctly and called me Dolly Wafers instead of Waters. We went to first grade together. I can tell how much you miss him.” She started playing with her fork, then added softly, “We all do.”
“I…” Lee didn’t know what to say. Dolly was one of his best friends growing up, but he had never truly discussed his relationships with her. Clint and his affair needed to remain a secret. “So, what brings you to the Moon? I was a little surprised to hear from you.”
“Truthfully?” Dolly asked. The waitress returned with Dolly’s Coke and a Moon brand beer that was fairly common around the dome.
“Of course.” Lee said.
“You.”
A bit of beer went down the wrong pipe, and Lee started coughing. His face felt warm, as he hacked into his hand.
“Excuse me?” he croaked out between sputters.
“I know you are in love with Clint.”
June 6, 2014
#poetry #inspired by #mayaangelou
Solitary Strength by Sheritha Singh
Picture this world from outer space,
A mix of genders and every race.
Some are wonderful and happy,
Others are sour and snappy.
We hurt each other with words,
Weapons and rigid outspoken thoughts.
We hurt each other because we want to be better,
And over time these feelings fester.
It’s a terrible cycle of vicious hate,
As we continue to slate
And hate and burn bridges with anger.
Isn’t it time we shut our eyes
And erased the lies?
Isn’t it time we embraced our differences?
Wouldn’t it be good if we chose love over negligence?
I choose to find my solitary strength
Because not even the president has friends.
Change begins with one.
I’m not afraid to stand alone.
My solitary strength is my guiding light
Through mny journey of life.
#inspired #mayaangelou #poetry
June 4, 2014
Poetry #inspired #MayaAngelou
I’ve rediscovered the joys of writing poetry.
Wings – Sheritha Singh
I’m too close to the shadows on the ground,
Too far from the light and the beauty it surrounds.
I’m too stubborn to heed advice,
Too proud to break the ice.
Inside I’m bitter and broken
Because of harsh words spoken.
My shoulders are heavy,
My breathing weary.
It’s time I broke free
And chose to see
The world around me,
The land and sea.
It’s time to stand up straight.
It’s never too late
To raise my hands up high
To try to fly
To try to fly.
Fly with my heart,
Fly with my soul.
Feel the wind in my hair
And sunlight on my skin.
Taste the clouds if you dare.
It’s impossible not to fly
When I was born with wings.
Wings are not fancy things.
They’re fashioned from my spirit
And live inside me
Waiting to unfurl
And take on the world.
#poetry #wings #backtobasics
May 25, 2014
Sci Fi New Adult
40k into Rescue Me, my brand new NA full length manuscript. The sci-fi bits aren’t in your face. My MC isn’t an alien and my heroine is fighting for her life.
