Allen W. Davis's Blog
November 19, 2014
Review from Amazon
Well written, November 17, 2014
By Fiction Author Rhoda D'Ettore "Thank you for ... - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Conchita's Eyes (Kindle Edition)
Wayne returns home and soon finds love, although life gets in the way as it often does. Conchita and Wayne's characters pop off the page of this 71 page novella. We are drawn into the story, hoping for a happy ending as the characters try to sift through life.
This story is well written with little or no grammatical errors. The characters are well developed and the story leaves you wanting to read more about the characters. The work is decorated with images of love and beautiful landscapes which add to the setting. The only criticism I have, and it is petty--it was left aligned, rather than justified margins on both sides. This is a wonderful story from an author I hope to see more of in the future.
By Fiction Author Rhoda D'Ettore "Thank you for ... - See all my reviews
Verified Purchase(What's this?)
This review is from: Conchita's Eyes (Kindle Edition)
Wayne returns home and soon finds love, although life gets in the way as it often does. Conchita and Wayne's characters pop off the page of this 71 page novella. We are drawn into the story, hoping for a happy ending as the characters try to sift through life.
This story is well written with little or no grammatical errors. The characters are well developed and the story leaves you wanting to read more about the characters. The work is decorated with images of love and beautiful landscapes which add to the setting. The only criticism I have, and it is petty--it was left aligned, rather than justified margins on both sides. This is a wonderful story from an author I hope to see more of in the future.
October 20, 2014
Excerpt from Conchita's Eyes 2
They talked on the phone occasionally as he saved his money. He told her of his dreams of buying a ranch of his own someday and working away was the only way he could do it. When she found out she was pregnant she wanted to tell Wayne but decided against it. She didn’t want him to feel like she had trapped him. She didn’t want him to blame her or the baby for him losing his dreams. She craved for them to be together as husband and wife but not like this. She dreamed that he would sweep her off her feet and carry her to the church because he loved her and not because of the baby.
One night during a rare thunderstorm the pains came. Nella miscarried her baby while alone as the fury of the storm drowned out her screams of pain and sorrow. Now she wouldn’t have to tell him.
One night during a rare thunderstorm the pains came. Nella miscarried her baby while alone as the fury of the storm drowned out her screams of pain and sorrow. Now she wouldn’t have to tell him.
October 10, 2014
Excerpt from Conchita's Eyes
Their passion had developed into something much stronger than two people in love. Their first year together had challenged every inch of their fortitude. She had survived the brutal attack by the drug-dealing murderer. A tornado had hit the ranch on the night she went into labor with Jace. The newborn and mother both almost died during childbirth due to complications caused by the attack nine months earlier. Her new lease on life made her realize how precious her very existence now was. Conchita had begun fulfilling her dreams as the fiancé and love giver to the only man she had ever cared for.
August 19, 2014
Have Your Own Website?
Let's help each other. The more backlinks to your site, the higher ranked your site will be in the search engines like Google.
If you are willing to put a link to my site on your webpage, I will put yours on mine. You can view my site to see if you would want to have your link on it. I would do the same.
Its also another great way to get the word out about your book, book clubs etc.
My website link is: www.authorallenwdavis.yolasite.com
If you are willing to put a link to my site on your webpage, I will put yours on mine. You can view my site to see if you would want to have your link on it. I would do the same.
Its also another great way to get the word out about your book, book clubs etc.
My website link is: www.authorallenwdavis.yolasite.com
August 12, 2014
Translating My Books in Spanish
I have decided to publish my books in Spanish also. In progress now. Will also publish Audios in Spanish as well.
August 2, 2014
New Web Site
I just completed my new website. Take a look!http://authorallenwdavis.yolasite.com/
July 29, 2014
FREE. Conchita's Eyes. FREE
Just click on the link and use this coupon number upon checkout. EC49N
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I just ask that you leave a quick review on Smashwords after you read it. Thanks
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I just ask that you leave a quick review on Smashwords after you read it. Thanks
July 11, 2014
Not Our Children - Free on Wattpad.com
Posted the first 6 chapters of Not Our Children! on WattPad. Read for free.
http://www.wattpad.com/user/AllenWDavis
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July 9, 2014
Not Our Children! Excerpt
Excerpt
The unfortunate children came from all over Latin America. Some were stolen from families at gunpoint while others were purchased from crooked orphanage officials. A few of the children had minor physical disabilities and were no longer wanted by their families and were sold to slave traders for future placement in illegal factories around the world. Pedro Perez made a small fortune trading in the lives of these forgotten souls.
One of the brutes uncoiled a water hose and began spraying icy cold water through the iron bars as another threw the children bars of lye soap. They were ordered to cleanse each other. After bathing and blue with cold, the kids exited the cells in single file and were handed a towel as they exited their dark dungeon. Once outside they were lined up in a single row. Two light skinned servant boys began laying small stacks of clothes in front of each child. The boys were given a new pair of cheap jeans, rubber shower shoes and a black cotton t-shirt. Each girl was handed a plain button up cotton dress of knee length and a pair of imitation leather sandals to wear. There were no undergarments for them. Pablo Perez had given orders to save as much money as possible.
After a meager breakfast of flour tortillas and refried beans, the children were marched down the gravel path that led to the villa’s private boat dock. Two high-speed boats were waiting to transport the human cargo to the slave ship impatiently hiding in the dark of the Pacific Ocean now shrouded in fog.
The unfortunate children came from all over Latin America. Some were stolen from families at gunpoint while others were purchased from crooked orphanage officials. A few of the children had minor physical disabilities and were no longer wanted by their families and were sold to slave traders for future placement in illegal factories around the world. Pedro Perez made a small fortune trading in the lives of these forgotten souls.
One of the brutes uncoiled a water hose and began spraying icy cold water through the iron bars as another threw the children bars of lye soap. They were ordered to cleanse each other. After bathing and blue with cold, the kids exited the cells in single file and were handed a towel as they exited their dark dungeon. Once outside they were lined up in a single row. Two light skinned servant boys began laying small stacks of clothes in front of each child. The boys were given a new pair of cheap jeans, rubber shower shoes and a black cotton t-shirt. Each girl was handed a plain button up cotton dress of knee length and a pair of imitation leather sandals to wear. There were no undergarments for them. Pablo Perez had given orders to save as much money as possible.
After a meager breakfast of flour tortillas and refried beans, the children were marched down the gravel path that led to the villa’s private boat dock. Two high-speed boats were waiting to transport the human cargo to the slave ship impatiently hiding in the dark of the Pacific Ocean now shrouded in fog.
Not Our Children! Excerpt
Excerpt
The unfortunate children came from all over Latin America. Some were stolen from families at gunpoint while others were purchased from crooked orphanage officials. A few of the children had minor physical disabilities and were no longer wanted by their families and were sold to slave traders for future placement in illegal factories around the world. Pedro Perez made a small fortune trading in the lives of these forgotten souls.
One of the brutes uncoiled a water hose and began spraying icy cold water through the iron bars as another threw the children bars of lye soap. They were ordered to cleanse each other. After bathing and blue with cold, the kids exited the cells in single file and were handed a towel as they exited their dark dungeon. Once outside they were lined up in a single row. Two light skinned servant boys began laying small stacks of clothes in front of each child. The boys were given a new pair of cheap jeans, rubber shower shoes and a black cotton t-shirt. Each girl was handed a plain button up cotton dress of knee length and a pair of imitation leather sandals to wear. There were no undergarments for them. Pablo Perez had given orders to save as much money as possible.
After a meager breakfast of flour tortillas and refried beans, the children were marched down the gravel path that led to the villa’s private boat dock. Two high-speed boats were waiting to transport the human cargo to the slave ship impatiently hiding in the dark of the Pacific Ocean now shrouded in fog.
The unfortunate children came from all over Latin America. Some were stolen from families at gunpoint while others were purchased from crooked orphanage officials. A few of the children had minor physical disabilities and were no longer wanted by their families and were sold to slave traders for future placement in illegal factories around the world. Pedro Perez made a small fortune trading in the lives of these forgotten souls.
One of the brutes uncoiled a water hose and began spraying icy cold water through the iron bars as another threw the children bars of lye soap. They were ordered to cleanse each other. After bathing and blue with cold, the kids exited the cells in single file and were handed a towel as they exited their dark dungeon. Once outside they were lined up in a single row. Two light skinned servant boys began laying small stacks of clothes in front of each child. The boys were given a new pair of cheap jeans, rubber shower shoes and a black cotton t-shirt. Each girl was handed a plain button up cotton dress of knee length and a pair of imitation leather sandals to wear. There were no undergarments for them. Pablo Perez had given orders to save as much money as possible.
After a meager breakfast of flour tortillas and refried beans, the children were marched down the gravel path that led to the villa’s private boat dock. Two high-speed boats were waiting to transport the human cargo to the slave ship impatiently hiding in the dark of the Pacific Ocean now shrouded in fog.
