Sandra Healing Steiner's Blog, page 94

It’s a new day…

Every morning when I wake, I say to myself “it’s a new day”. I’ve done it for years and it works for me.

My yesterday’s have amazing memories but, they also have some really crappy ones. I discovered a few years ago that if I drag the crappy memories into each new day soon each day is filled with crap.

Letting it go is a talent, and it takes a lot of effort. There are some things that are easier of course like a driver cutting you off in traffic, an argument, or a problem at work.

I try hard not to let hate find a place in my heart. But sometimes it takes so much effort it is exhausting. I don’t believe in wasting energy on hating people, it’s counterproductive. There are situations, moments, and things that have happened in life that I don’t like but I try hard not to let them take over my life.

My life events include my daughters death, daily chronic pain, divorce, and many other things that I have not found strength to discuss yet. Although I could CHOOSE to dwell on the negatives, I CHOOSE to carry with me love for my sons, grandchildren, new love for my husband, and respect for myself.

I love the possibilities of what is to come and I cherish the moments that have been my past.

My links:

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www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.21

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@healing_love

Cherish the Past-Spring Island Trilogy Book One

http://www.amazon.com/Cherish-Past-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LCRF28U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341839&sr=8-2&keywords=Sandra+Steiner

Live for Today-Spring Island Trilogy Book Two

http://www.amazon.com/Live-Today-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00MIHIICK/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341897&sr=8-1

Summer of Seventeen by Jane Harvey-Berrick

Title: Summer of Seventeen

Author: Jane Harvey-Berrick

Release: September 22, 2014

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23006954-summer-of-seventeen?from_search=true

Pre-Order Links:

Amazon: http://goo.gl/uVDYqL

Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/H2tEoq

Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/hJveq7

Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/EtasEd

Blurb:

It was supposed to be the endless summer of sand, sea, and surf.

Supposed to be.

But Nick Andrews life is crashing out of control. His girlfriend and his best friend have declared war, his sister’s constant interference in his life is driving him insane, and there are money problems that won’t go away.

Being seventeen isn’t supposed to be this hard.

When cool surfer Marcus arrives in town, Nick sees that there are easier ways to live. But with his life falling to pieces around him, it’s hard to know who to trust.

As the scorching heat of summer grows, events begin to unravel, reaching a shattering conclusion—and a summer he’ll never forget.

Excerpt:

“You have a great ass,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“It’s all yours,” I challenged her. “You only gotta ask.”

“Maybe I won’t ask; maybe I’ll just grab a hold,” she laughed.

“Fine by me.”

As the trees thinned out, I could see people already laying out beach towels, and a couple of guys throwing a football. Some of them I knew, but there were several I didn’t. I thought maybe they went to Viera or Rockledge schools.

Yansi laid out two towels for us while Megan took charge of the food and Esther was eye-fucking one of the guys playing football.

I tugged off my t-shirt and plopped down next to Yansi. She was wearing some real short cut-off jeans that showed her butt cheeks, and a tank top that was cropped above her belly button. She looked incredible.

“How come you were allowed to leave the house like that?” I teased.

She smirked at me and pointed to her sweater.

“I tied this around my waist. Papi couldn’t tell the difference.”

“And your mom?”

Yansi laughed. “She just shook her head and said to tell you hi.”

Author Bio:

I started writing contemporary romance two years ago. Before that, I didn’t think I could write a sex scene. Turns out I can!

My lucky number is 13 because I was born on the 13th and live near a haunted castle by the ocean. My number one past-time is watching hot surfers get changed into (and out of) their wetsuits.

My husband doesn’t read my books. My mother does.

Writing is my love, my hobby, my total addiction. All my characters are important to me and whisper their stories, even when I’ve finished writing their books. That’s why you’ll often find bonus chapters/out-takes from various books, because those voices just won’t be quiet.

Social Media Links:

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6458246.Jane_Harvey_Berrick?from_search=true

Twitter: https://twitter.com/jharveyberrick

Blog: http://www.janeharveyberrick.com

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Jane-Harvey-Berrick/e/B00A6RIMUC/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1376020213&sr=1-2-ent

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jane-Harvey-Berrick-Author/517114018417279

Bridge of Hope by Lisa J. Hobman

Press Release

For

Bridge of Hope

Lisa J Hobman

 

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com books@5princebooks.com

Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Release Date: August 21, 2014

Digital ISBN 10:163112062X ISBN 13:978-1-63112-062-6

Print ISBN-10:1631120638 ISBN-13:978-1-63112-063-3

Purchase link : http://www.5princebooks.com/buy-links...

 

 

Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…

I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar.

But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.

On Mallory.

But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.

Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?

 

 

About Lisa J Hobman

Lisa is a happily married Mum of one with two crazy dogs. Originally from Yorkshire, England, Lisa now resides in Scotland – her favourite place in the world.

Writing has always been something Lisa has enjoyed, although in the past it has centered on poetry and song lyrics. The story in her debut novel had been building in her mind for a long while but until the relocation, she never had the time to put it down in black and white; working full time and studying swallowed up any spare time she had. Making the move north of the border to Scotland has given Lisa the opportunity to spread her wings and fulfill her dream. Writing is now a deep passion and she has enjoyed every minute of working towards being published.

 

How to contact Lisa J Hobman:

https://www.facebook.com/#!/LisaJHobmanAuthor

http://glipho.com/livingscottishd

http://livingthescottishdream.wordpress.com/

https://twitter.com/LivingScottishD

 

 

Excerpt of Bridge of Hope:

Chapter One

January 2011

It had been the same damned nightmare again.

I’d been experiencing what the doctor called night terrors ever since receiving the news that Mairi had been declared dead. The love of my fucking life… dead. There were no words to describe the physical pain knotting my insides every time I realised it was true and not just a cruel dream.

There had been no body to bury. But apparently that’s not uncommon when people are lost up the side of a mountain like K2. People can lie undiscovered for years up there, so I’m told.

Sobering thought.

The stupid thing was that I wasn’t even there when it happened, but for some bizarre reason my psyche had built up its own series of events and insisted on torturing me with the movie of Mairi’s death every time I closed my eyes.

What I wouldn’t give for a peaceful night’s sleep.

I’d taken on extra work whenever I wasn’t on the water. The boat was only a seasonal thing anyway. And although tourists loved the area surrounding the bridge over the Atlantic, taking a trip out on Little Blue on choppy water wasn’t for fainthearted, unseasoned sailors. So I’d taken on work as a handyman. I was fixing taps, sealing sinks, unblocking drains. Oddly, all the jobs seemed to be water related. Maybe that was because I had a combination of water and single malt running through ma veins. Who knows?

Keeping busy was my intention. Being occupied was the only thing stopping me from slipping into a deep depression, and I knew all too well how easy it would’ve been just to let go and fall into the abyss like Mairi did in my nightmares.

I’d met her when I was out walking. I’d pretty much given up hope of ever falling in love for real. I’d had a shot at it before—Alice was her name, but the less said about her right now the better. But life likes to throw in curveballs every so often. And so there I was up by the Buckle, taking in the scenery and fresh air, when this fiery-haired girl tripped over her laces and into my arms. She had the most stunning smile I’d ever seen. And her eyes… Let’s just say when she gazed up at me she melted my heart. We chatted for ages and it was just… so natural.

I was never going to be the same again.

Our relationship progressed quickly and was very physical. I was a fair few years older than her but I had no trouble keeping up, if you know what I mean. I loved every inch of her body with a passion I’d never experienced before. It was raw and real. I’d sit watching her as she studied maps and reference books about climbing. Every so often she’d glance up and catch me staring and she’d just smile, climb into my lap, and kiss me.

After Alice and I split—I won’t bore you with the details just yet, let’s just say that she was a nasty piece of work who messed with my head and broke my heart, more than once—I swore off love and all it entailed. I didn’t need a woman in my life. Or so I thought. But when I lost Mairi, it was like someone had ripped out ma heart and stamped on it whilst I watched. The pain was excruciating.

Physical, gut-twisting pain.

I felt sure they’d gotten it wrong. She went to K2 with experienced climbers. She was an experienced mountaineer too. It’d been her dream for so long. I wasn’t about to stand in her way, and the thought that she may not come back never even entered my head.

Not being able to say goodbye was the worst thing. The small memorial service we held was devoid of emotion. It was as if her friends and family were in some kind of denial.

I thinkI was too.

Thinking back to the morning she left for the trip broke my heart, but I couldn’t stop myself.

June 2010

Her long, titian curls fanned out on the pillow beside me and she smiled as she slept. She was exposed to me from the waist up and I lay there on my side, willing her to awaken. I wasn’t going to see her for months and I wanted to get my fill whilst I still could. I gently stroked her chin, down between her creamy bare breasts to her navel. It was cruel but I wanted her to open her eyes. Instead she whacked my hand away and muttered expletives. I burst out laughing, trying my best to do it quietly but failing miserably.

She picked up one of the spare pillows and hit me on the head with it, making me chuckle again. “Gregory McBradden, you’re a total shit. I was having a really sexy dream,” she whined, eyes still closed.

I leaned in. With my mouth next to her ear, I whispered, “Open your eyes and let’s make your dream come true, love.” That got her every time. Goose bumps pricked her skin and she moaned. Her eyes sprang open and she pounced on me, pushing me onto my back and straddling my waist.

God, she was so beautiful.

I gazed up at her. Her pert breasts begging for my touch. I was already hard, but seeing her like this did something to my insides and brought out the animalistic side of me. I gripped her hips as I inhaled a deep breath, trying my best to calm the furnace raging beneath my skin. As she bent to take my mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, her hair cascaded to my chest. Our tongues slipped and slid together in an erotic dance, and every nerve in my body sprang to life just for her. Every fibre of my being was drawn to her; needed her.

I swept the hair back from her face and fixed my eyes on hers.

“Do you know how much I love you, Mairi? Do you know how much I’m going to miss you when you’re gone? It doesn’t matter how far apart we are. You’re still in here,” I said, touching my head. “And in here.” I touched my chest over my heart. She stared silently at me for a moment and then closed her eyes. A tear slipped down her cheek and I caught it with my thumb. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She inhaled deeply. “Nothing. I’m just… really nervous about the whole trip. K2 has been my dream for so long, but now… I’m terrified. What if I’m not fit enough? What if I can’t do it, Greg?”

I slid my calloused hands up her smooth, taut thighs where they gripped me, to the dip between her hip and waist as my eyes followed the journey of my fingers. I swallowed hard at the feel of her muscles tightening under my caress, and my breath caught in my throat as I replied, “Come on, love, you are fit enough and strong enough. You’ve been working towards this for so long, how could you not be? You’re bound to be nervous. But you’re fulfilling a dream, and there’s not many folk can say they’ve done that. You’ll be fine. Absolutely fine. But I might not be.” I stuck out my bottom lip, trying to lighten the mood. “My heart might break into a million pieces when I’m left here by mysel’. What will I do?”

She bent and kissed my nose. And then with a sexy smile, she smoothed her hands down my chest and it was my turn to shiver.

“You’ll have to dream of me naked on top of you like this, and that’ll cheer you up.” She rolled her hips, making me bite my lip.

I inhaled deeply. “Aye, I suppose it will. But having you back here again so I can do this again…” In one sweep of my arms I had her beneath me, my body between her silky thighs. I sank into her, pleasure radiating from where we were joined. “… is what I’ll be looking forward to.”

A breathy moan escaped through her full lips. She closed her eyes as she welcomed me in and slipped her arms around my neck. I kissed her everywhere I could reach, taking each nipple into my mouth slowly and nibbling on the little buds as they tightened. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on mine as I moved deep within her.

Overwhelming emotions ripped through me as I made love to her. My Mairi. I took in every sensation and every look; my heart aching at the thought of being apart from her for so long. As she pulsed around me and her orgasm took her soaring off into the stratosphere, I kept my gaze locked on hers, hoping I was conveying everything through my eyes that I couldn’t put into words, and I followed soon after.

Afterwards, we lay there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours. I was unwilling to let her go, telling myself I’d hold her for a few minutes more. When she eventually withdrew from my embrace, I lay back and fought the fears niggling deep within me.

Stupid fears.

What if she meets someone who’s more her age? What if she meets someone who loves climbing the way she does? What if she doesn’t miss me as much as I miss her? What if she loves it so much out there that she decides to stay? What if? What if? What fucking if?

A couple of hours later we set off to the airport, and for the first part of the journey we both sat in silent contemplation. There were so many things I wanted to say, but the words never came and I cursed myself for being so fucking useless at expressing myself.

Luckily, she knew what I was like. I’d spent the day before looking for songs to express how I felt and I’d made a CD. The silence in the car was deafening and so I reached over and hit play. I made eye contact with her for a few moments as the opening chords to “I Will Remember You” by Ryan Cabrera filled the small space between us. Turning my eyes back to the road, I saw her in my peripheral vision, wiping her eyes as her lip trembled.

At the airport I pulled her into my arms and held her against my chest. I knew she must have felt the rapid pounding of my heart as we stood inside the terminal. Tears threatened. My eyes were desperate to give them up, but I tried so hard not to make the situation more difficult than it already was. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I pulled away and gazed into her emerald eyes one last time.

My voice wavered as I told her, “I’m not going to say goodbye because I hate that word and we’ll be back together before you know it anyway. So I’m going to say have a great time and stay safe. And know that I’ll be thinking of you every moment whilst you’re gone.”

Pulling me toward her, she kissed me with a ferocity that took my breath away. I fisted my hands in her hair and returned the kiss with equal passion. When I eventually pulled away, I cupped her face in my hands and stroked the apples of her cheeks with my thumbs. “It’s just a few months, love. Go and show ’em what you’re made of, eh?”

She nodded and gripped my hands where they lay on her skin. Relentless tears spilled from her eyes as she let go and turned to walk away. All my fears bubbled to the surface once again and I couldn’t hold back. “I love you, Mairi. And one day I want to marry you!” I shouted.

As soon as the words left my mouth I clamped it shut.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

We’d never discussed marriage before. But I have a tendency to say what’s on my mind without thinking about the consequences, and this was one of those times. I was filled with dread. Had I just given her a ticket to Get-Out-Ville? Again, fuck! My heart hammered like it was trying to do a fucking runner and my mouth went dry.

The people around us stopped and stared.

Mairi halted in her tracks and I froze. She turned to face me, her mouth open in what I can only describe as utter, mind-frying shock. I swallowed hard, my mind racing to find something to say to take the words back. But a beautiful smile appeared on her face. She ran toward me and flung her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist. Everyone around us applauded as I hugged her into my body before letting her go and setting her down again. With one last heart-melting smile she stroked my cheek, turned, and walked away.

 

I am Blessed by Association

As I look through the newsfeed on my Facebook today I see other Authors posting their book stats and ranks. Believe it or not the first thing that pops into my head is Omgoodness I am so happy for you!

The other day there was a post about Colleen Hoover. The article that was posted talked about how she had “just decided” to write, and what a difference it made in her life. I see the posts from her facebook page on my timeline and she seems to be keeping it real! Congratulations on all your hard work!

I see others post about the journey they have been on, the hard work involved in making writing novels a career. Many have written for years and are now starting to see some benefits. Others have been involved in the “author” life in different ways like editing, publishing, and formatting and worked their way up to being a published author. Congratulations on your success!

I started writing for a reason some won’t understand. I felt an incredible need or desire to inspire others with the stories I have been told over the years, as well as my own story. Initially I wanted to sell one book, inspire one person….I’ve done that many times over now and that makes me feel good! Will my novels ever be best sellers? I don’t know. But I do know that I’m more excited by the reader comments that my novels have inspired them than I am about my rank.

If your looking for an inspirational read I recommend my novels. They are designed to be read by everyone, male, female, teens. They are also both under 150 pages each, so that someone having a rough moment can read them comfortably in a few hours.

MY NOVELS that I WROTE, MY VOICE on the RADIO talking about them to a complete stranger and I sound GREAT! Please do me the honour of taking a listen. There are two thirteen minute interviews. The first is about Cherish the Past, the other Live for Today. I know you will enjoy, and I hope you will be inspired to live your life to its fullest!

http://toginet.com/podcasts/indiebookpublishing2/IndieBookPublishing2_2014-08-17.mp3?type=podpage

My links:

www.facebook.com/steinerwrite

www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.21

www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.22

@healing_love

Cherish the Past-Spring Island Trilogy Book One

http://www.amazon.com/Cherish-Past-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LCRF28U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341839&sr=8-2&keywords=Sandra+Steiner

Live for Today-Spring Island Trilogy Book Two

http://www.amazon.com/Live-Today-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00MIHIICK/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341897&sr=8-1

Metamorphosis By Stephie Walls

Cover Reveal Metamorphosis by Stephie Walls

Synopsis

Cameron Pierce is an overachiever—CEO of Regional Bank, force to be reckoned with in the Boardroom, and beautiful to boot. At 24, an earth-shattering event set her life goals. But is she fulfilled? Idolized by those around her she’s—kind, forceful, intelligent, driven, and successful. Cam is surrounded by close friends and consumed by her career. At first glance, Dax Cooper appears to be a playboy—carefree, cocky, arrogant, and devoid of intelligent thought but sexy with a face and a body that drive women crazy. Cameron believes in this façade when he continually manages to walk right past her gatekeeper with constant interruptions. He is everything she doesn’t like in a male. Unlike Cam, Dax has walked away from a talent and a life that had been his passion in exchange for family and friends. Unmotivated by money and a career, he too is embarking on change. Tragedy strikes Cameron for the second time in her life. Attacked by a stranger, in an instant, her life, her psyche, and the essence of her being appear to be permanently scarred at best. If she survives the physical injuries, will she survive the mental trauma? Metamorphosis is the story of a woman’s struggle to regain her confidence and repair her shattered life following a random, brutal attack. With the help of the man she had pushed away, she chooses the path that she will follow for the rest of her life. She undergoes a metamorphosis—not by choice but by the will to survive.

About the Author

I’m a thirty-six year old wife to my sweet husband Jason, and mother of one to the most adorable seven-year-old girl to ever walk, Maggie. I live with my little family on the outskirts of Greenville, South Carolina where we house two cats (Star Anise aka Annie and Asparagus aka Gus) and a dog, Jack. (the largest Yorkie ever!).

I have a serious addiction to anything Coach and would live on Starbucks if I could get away with it. I’m slightly enamored with Charlie Hunnam and Sons of Anarchy and am a self-proclaimed foodie. I’m an avid reader averaging around 300 novels a year and wish I had time to read more.

I currently work full-time in the Greenville area and fill my “extra” time (haha) with reading anything I can get my hands on and writing contemporary romance novels with a hint of erotica. This has been a dream of mine for years and I couldn’t have done it without the support of my husband and BFF Tracy who both pushed me to keep going when I didn’t have the confidence or the patience.

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Twitter @stephiewalls

Hear Me Hear Me

Something I have not done since the days of the old cassette recorder is record my voice. Back in those days the most memorable was the famous audio recording of my older brother and I fighting in the early 70′s. We are two years apart and he used to pull my hair to make me listen when we were kids. Finally one time my father decided to record the fight on his cassette recorder. The tape was replayed as we grew up for our enjoyment and sometimes embarrassment, many times. I can still hear my brother’s voice on the tape, “I’m not pulling her hair, I’m just holding on to it, she’s pulling away!” Oh the fights we had and the memories we made!

I have always believed that when the time is right for something to happen you instinctively know it. In my life there have been many such moments and not all were pleasant, but at the time they felt right. When I applied to college, birth of my children, moves and more. The move to Vancouver Island in 2010 was decided on a whim, and within five weeks I was completely relocated. I met my husband in May 2013 and we were married by November. Timing was everything, I followed my instinct.

This blog, Steiner-style was born in November 2013 with the intention of being able to reach more people, hear more stories and listen to those that needed to be heard. I found writing very therapeutic and enjoyed the ability to write about anything. But by January I knew I had to write the Spring Island Trilogy. The time was right.

Those that know me know I suffer from bouts of anxiety, panic attacks, and more. As if putting my writing out to be read by strangers wasn’t stress enough in March 2014 I lost my job. Remember everything happens for a reason, when the time is right. By May I had found a publisher to assist with self publishing the first two books of the trilogy, they were talking interviews and advertising. In my mind I was saying “are you crazy, I can’t do that”. But I kept putting one foot in front of the other, moving from one step to the next and before I knew it I was taping radio interviews about my novels!

MY NOVELS that I WROTE, MY VOICE on the RADIO talking about them to a complete stranger and I sound GREAT!

Please do me the honour of taking a listen. There are two thirteen minute interviews. The first is about Cherish the Past, the other Live for Today. I know you will enjoy, and I hope you will be inspired to live your life to its fullest!

http://toginet.com/podcasts/indiebookpublishing2/IndieBookPublishing2_2014-08-17.mp3?type=podpage

My links:

www.facebook.com/steinerwrite

www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.21

www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.22

Cherish the Past-Spring Island Trilogy Book One

http://www.amazon.com/Cherish-Past-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LCRF28U/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341839&sr=8-2&keywords=Sandra+Steiner

Live for Today-Spring Island Trilogy Book Two

http://www.amazon.com/Live-Today-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00MIHIICK/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1408341897&sr=8-1

Dark Desires by Measha Stone

 

 

 

 

 

 

Synopsis

By definition, a fantasy is an imagined event or sequence of mental images, such as a daydream, usually fulfilling a wish or need.

Inside are just such fantasies. A collection of erotic short stories and flash fictions…

The Simple Things

He took great pleasure in watching her undress for him on their bed. In particular, he loved to witness her panties make their way over her ankles and slip off her feet.

She seemed to slither out of her clothing. Her feet never touched the ground. Once her lacy panties had been carelessly tossed from the bed, she rolled onto her stomach and beckoned him with her grin. An invitation of sorts.

He stood beside the bed, admiring the smooth texture of her glowing ivory skin. A devilish smile flashed as his fingers reached for the buckle of his belt.

She shivered.

 

Purchase Links

Amazon | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble |

Smashwords | Kobo

Review

Excerpt

For the Taking

Blindfold in place, Cassie listened intently to pinpoint his location. Her collar felt heavy around her neck. The leather restraints of the table imprisoned her hands perfectly, as well as her feet. The position kept her open for him.

Unexpectedly, she felt his warm breath over her wetness, and she bit down on her lip.

She stiffened against the restraints as a single fingertip traced her flesh.

“You hate to love this,” he whispered against her sex.

The restraints held fast to her as she bucked against them when his tongue gently brushed her hungry clit.

“And I love that you hate it.”

 

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Meet The Author

Meet The Author

Measha Stone lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their children.  By day she works as a healthcare administrator, and by evening she steams up the computer screen with her erotic romances. No stranger to the BDSM community, Measha feels right at home within the erotic genre. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, and graduated Summa Cum Laude with a degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University. Her vanilla writing has been published in the online magazine efiction and the DuPage Writers Group annual journal Possibilities.

To find out more about Measha Stone visit her blog at www.meashaswritings.blogspot.com or follow her @Measha_stone

Social media links

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FB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/authormeashastone

Twitter:  @measha_stone

Blog:  www.meashaswritings.blogspot.com

 

 

Willy and Carly Show-online radio show

Tonight! So excited to chat with Willy Garza and Carly Daytimeafterdark M…I have no idea what to expect, but I’m sure it will be awesome! The link to listen is

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/daytimeafterdark1976

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” Wily & Carly Show ”

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Tuesday Aug 12,2014

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Karma

This word is spat out of mouths in every continent of the world. It’s universal that you will get what you give.

I choose to put more energy into radiating goodness and attracting the same. I believe if we spend more time worrying about doing the best we can and less time threatening and arguing we will all be happier.

I try to put more energy into the positives in my life, less energy into the negatives. I’m more concerned with living life like there is no tomorrow and waking up with a smile! Take a moment today to inspire someone else and give them hope, it’s a great feeling!

Blessings and happiness to all!

Author Sandra Steiner

A little about me and my books to date….

WELCOME SANDRA STEINER AUTHOR OF

LIVE FOR TODAY AND CHERISH THE PAST

The trilogy portrays three incredibly strong women who are faced with difficult circumstances in their lives and the journey they went through to overcome them. Spring Island is a fictional place in which they all find comfort and hope in one way or another.

Cherish the Past-Spring Island Trilogy Book One is a story of loss, love and sacrifice. Reflecting on her life, Angie realizes that her past has helped make her a stronger woman, preparing her for a brighter future.

Live for Today-Spring Island Trilogy Book Two is a story of discovery, memories, love, and moving on. Lily has been running from her past as long as she can remember, but she does not know why. She knows she was adopted, and feels she must find her birth family to reclaim her memories and move on. Just realeased in August.

Dream for Tomorrow-Book Three is to be released in the Fall of 2014.

The novels can be read alone or in the order written, the characters and the setting are what tie them all together.

What motivated you to write?

Since I was a very young child I have always wanted to write a book, and the time seemed right. I wanted to give my readers hope and inspire them to believe in themselves. My entire life I have helped others to recover and

move forward through tragedy and loss. I have listened to many personal

heart wrenching stories that have provided me with a basis for writing these inspirational books. Those that I have listened to over the years encouraged me to write.

After the greatest loss of all, my daughter in 2004, I went through a period of deep sadness. I realized that the inspiration and support I had given to

people over the years was very important and because I was only one person, I decided to write about it to help as many as I could. The accident in 2004 affected my whole family. It drastically changed the dynamics as she was the oldest child. There is not a moment that goes by that she is not in our thoughts. The accident made us all aware how quickly life can change. It also made me realize that life is short and we need to live each day as positively and fully as possible because tomorrow is not guaranteed. In one of the hardest ways possible I personally experienced the way that loss affects us, and I now understood what kind of support and inspiration was needed.

I believe we are in a place and time for a reason. My reason for being here is to help others through difficult times and create a happier more fulfilling life.

Where is Spring Island and what makes it special?

Spring Island is a small tourist driven island with only a few people that live there full time, it is completely fictional, the novels are based in the village of Seaside. The name Spring Island speaks to renewal, hope and promise of a new start. In 2010 I came out to Vancouver Island for New Years and was so completely at home. I realized that part of the charm was that the people that were living here were from all over the place. There was a huge variety of people from all different walks of life, drawn to the island for its atmosphere and feeling of pure bliss. It was paradise for me and I wanted to incorporate that feeling into my writing.

Are the story lines based on your life?

There is a glimmer of my own life in all the books. Angie’s story in Cherish the Past-Spring Island Trilogy Book One has many similarities to my life. Her life is full of sacrifice, loses a child, and chooses to go on in life in a positive way. In Live for Today-Spring Island Trilogy Book Two Lily is exploring her past trying to figure out what happened when she was a child, before she was adopted by the Gordon’s that has caused her to be fearful as an adult.

Do you have any quirks or special environments you need to write?

There are a couple of things that are quirky about my writing! I always have one of my miniature Yorkies on my lap, if not both! I have all kinds of inspirational books and quotes around me and I also have to have noise. Often times I listen to inspirational audio books while I am writing, in fact as I write these responses I am listening to T.D. Jakes audio book Instinct.

What is the strangest thing that has happened to you as an author?

The first time I was approached at the local bookstore by a complete stranger and asked if I was an author was a complete shock; the reader had purchased my book online and loved it! I was dumbfounded that someone would recognize me, and touched that she said I had inspired her to reconnect with her children.

Where can we buy your books?

CHERISH THE PAST-SPRING ISLAND TRILOGY BOOK ONE

http://www.amazon.com/Cherish-Past-Spring-Island-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B00LCRF28U

LIVE FOR TODAY-SPRING ISLAND TRILOGY BOOK TWO

http://www.amazon.com/Live-Today-Spring-Island-Trilogy/dp/1490739874

How else can we find you?

Blog – http://www.STEINER-STYLE.COM

Facebook – http://www.FACEBOOK.COM/STEINERWRITE

Facebook – www.facebook.com/sandrasteiner.21

Facebook – http://www.FACEBOOK.COM/SANDRASTEINER.22

Twitter – @Healing_love

What are you working on now?

I have three novels I’m working on right now including book three of this trilogy. Hopefully if all goes well they will be published this winter!