Thursday, April 30, 2015

My #SpringFling Guest is Pamela Thibodeaux: "Insiprational with an Edge" and “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message”

I always enjoy hosting award-winning author Pamela S. Thibodeaux. She's the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles, Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction, her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and reviewed as “steamier and grittier than the typical Christian novel without decreasing the message.”

The Inheritance is about the chance we all long for…the chance to start over. Widowed at age thirty-nine and suffering from empty nest syndrome, Rebecca Sinclair is overshadowed by grief and loneliness.  Her husband has been deceased for a year, her oldest child has moved to New York in pursuit of an acting career and her youngest child is attending college in France. Having spent over half of her life as a wife and mother, she has no idea what God has in store for her now.  Will an unexpected inheritance in the wine country of New York bring meaning and purpose to her life and give her the courage to love again? 

US Postal worker Raymond Jacobey has been in love with the little widow since he first set eyes on her.  A wanderer searching for the ever-illusive soul mate, Ray has never stayed in one place too long. Raised by self-centered, high-power executives, he’s longed for the idyllic life of residing in a cozy house in a small town with the love of his life. Will he gain the heart of the lovely widow or will he lose her to the wine country of New York?  

Excerpt: Rebecca’s heart fluttered at the charming, boyish grin he bestowed on her. She knew he’d spoken more than mere words; he’d spoken his heart. Tears filled her eyes and clogged her throat when she thought about what the future might hold. Standing on the threshold of that great unknown, she had never been more acutely aware of anything than she was of this moment, this man.

He was looking at her intently. His thumbs caressed the back of her hands, chasing the chill from her blood. Lethargic warmth stole over her. As though in a fog she watched him lift her hands to his mouth and press his lips to her palm in a caress so tender it sent shivers down her spine.

She lowered her gaze, and he lifted her chin with his finger and waited until she looked at him again. “I want to kiss you, Becca, here in the midst of Paradise,” he whispered, his lips covering hers with devastating tenderness.

Rebecca heard his primitive grunt of satisfaction when he let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. An answering purr escaped her as tiny pinpoints of pleasure bathed her senses with light and color. Never in her life had she felt so alive, so consumed with sensations.
Whether a moment or an eternity, she had no idea how long they stood there, his mouth in sweet possession of hers. All she knew was that when the kiss was over she was plastered against his hard body, her breathing was sharp almost painful and her fists were clenched in his thick, sandy-colored hair. Appalled at her wanton response and the needy way in which she clung, Rebecca flung away with a startled cry of distress, and began to run.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Mockup Cover of my Prohibition Novel, BOOTLEG BROADWAY with The Wild Rose Press

The second book in my New York Saga, BOOTLEG BROADWAY, set during the wild boozy days of Prohibition, will be released soon. The very talented cover artist Diana Carlile sent me a mockup of the cover, below.

In this sequel to FROM HERE TO 14TH STREET, Vita and Tom McGlory and their three children are struggling to make ends meet.

It's 1932. Prohibition rages, the Depression ravages, and Billy McGlory comes of age whether he wants to or not. Musical and adventurous, Billy dreams of having his own ritzy supper club and big band. On the eve of his marriage to the pregnant Prudence, the shifty "businessman" Rosario Ingovito offers him all that and more. Fame, fortune, his own Broadway musical…it's all his for the taking, despite Pru's opposition to Rosie's ventures.
Meanwhile, Pru's artistic career gains momentum and their child is born. Can anything go wrong for Billy? Only when he gets in way over his head does he stop to wonder how his business partner really makes his millions, but by then it's far too late…


          Heading south on Madison Avenue, I heard the siren. I glanced into the rearview mirror and saw the unmistakable Greyhound radiator ornament of the Lincoln behind me. Cop car. All the gangsters drove Lincolns, which had a top speed of 80, so the cops had to get Lincolns to keep up with them. I tried to get the hell out of his way—he must've been going to a robbery or a diner or something. I pulled over, and he pulled up next to me. Oh, shit. It was me he was after.

I rolled down the window and asked sweetly, "Yes, sir, what can I do for you, sir?"

"License and registration please."

"Uh—what's wrong, officer? Did I commit a traffic violation?" As the son of the ex-Chief of Police, I should have been real comfortable around cops, but to tell the truth, they scared the hell out of me. The cops my father knew weren't the crooked ones. They were the straightassed ones, just like him, who fought Tammany and made a career out of busting crooks. They didn't have a price, like the rest of them. Hardnosed bastards, some were frustrated politicians and not smart enough to get into law school, so they enforced the laws from behind their badges. Hell, I was all for law and order, but these guys sometimes took it too far. "Your back license plate is missing."

Relief drained me. "Oh, drat. It must've got stolen. You know this city—just crawlin' with thieves."

"License and registration, please," he repeated, in what passed for a more menacing cop voice. Now he assumed his cop stance, pudgy fists on meaty hips, waiting while I dug through the glove compartment, tossing aside all the crumpled up sheet music and junk crammed in there. Oh, that's where my emergency pack of cigarettes was, and that old box of prophylactics! But damned if I couldn't find the registration.

"Uh—I can't find it, but it's my car, honest. I mean, it was a gift to me, but it's been paid for, it's not stolen or anything. I can probably find it in my penthouse. You wanna follow me there? It's only two blocks aw—"

"Step out of the car, please."

Uh-oh. I felt my bowels burning. I had two briefcases bulging with two shitloads of money in the back seat.

He poked his head into the car. "What's in the briefcases?"

"Uh—I dunno. I'm doing an errand for somebody."

"Yeah, I'll bet you dunno. Step aside, please."

"Hey, you got a search warrant?" I demanded.

But demanding a search warrant from a New York City cop was like demanding a shot of Scotch from Satan in the middle of Hell.

I didn't want to look. I turned my head and flattened my palms on the roof of the car, like I was being searched. I heard the clicks as he sprang the latches and his not-so-surprised "mm-hmmm" as he checked out the contents.

"Who you doing this errand for, sonny boy?"

What was with the "sonny boy"? He wasn't much older than me. I knew he just wanted to put me down. Screw that. I've been called a lot worse by much better cops than him. He obviously didn't know who I was. "Uh—I'd better get a lawyer or something."

"You'd better come with me."

"Look, uh—you wanna just take a few bills outta there and forget it?” I asked, real generously. “I mean, uh—we're all in this mess together, ya know—"

"Bribing an officer of the law is a very serious offense, sonny boy. You'll have to come with me. Park your car there, please."

"Here? But there's a hydrant here. I'll get a ticket."

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Girls Abducted in Cleveland--Memoir

Two of the girls, Amanda Berry & Gina DeJesus, who were abducted in Cleveland and endured many years of torture by that monster have written a memoir. Michelle Knight is on Dr. Phil today on CBS. Michelle's book came out last year. I bought and read it, and am very happy they're free and got their lives back.…/…/ref=sr_1_1…

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Paranormal (Ghost) Romance A NECESSARY END Free Today on Kindle to Honor President Lincoln

In honor of President Lincoln's 250th anniversary of his death, I'm offering my novel A Necessary End free today for Amazon Kindle.

It's a paranormal twist on Booth's insane plot to kill President Lincoln. A ghost haunts him, goading him to carry out the assassination. It parallels the play Julius Caesar, since Booth believed he was Brutus and Lincoln was Caesar, the tyrant. He also falls in love with a beautiful actress, Alice Grey, who the Union hires to spy on him. As in real life, he gets what he deserves in the end.

It went to #1 in the Fantasy category on Amazon a few months ago.
Thanks for all your support, all who downloaded it.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Meet Bestselling Fellow Solstice Publishing Author Marie Lavender!


Marie lives in the Midwest with her family and three cats. She has been writing for over twenty years. She has more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published twenty books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry. Lavender just released Second Nature, a paranormal romance/urban fantasy, in December of 2014. She released Magick & Moonlight, a lighthearted romantic fantasy, back in March of 2014. Upon Your Honor, released in April of 2014, is her second historical romance. Her current series are The Heiresses in Love Series, The Magick Series and The Blood at First Sight Series. Feel free to visit her website at for further information about her books and her life. Marie is also on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ and LinkedIn.

Marie's Accomplishments

Bestselling author of UPON YOUR RETURN and 19 other books.
2014 BTS Red Carpet Review Nominee.
Finalist and Runner-up in the MARSocial's Author of the Year Competition.
Honorable mention in the January 2014 Reader's Choice Award. 
Liebster Blogger Award for 2013 and 2014. Top 50 Authors on
 Winner of the Great One Liners Contest on the Directory of Published Authors.

About Marie's latest title, SECOND NATURE

She never expected it…

Desiree Edwards has a problem. She's been attacked, kidnapped and forced to get along with a vampire of all things. It's something right out of the story books she reads, or her worst nightmare. But, sometimes he's not the monster he appears to be. He seems so humanlike that she can't help it when her emotions betray her, when her body betrays her. To make matters worse, she finds out more about herself than she ever wanted to know.

She was unlike any other…

Alec has a problem. The animal in him wants Desiree. But, so does the man. The more he learns about her, the harder it is to deny what he wants. But, he's a freak, and she's just a human. The two species don't mix that way. Then an old enemy surfaces and Alec is forced to make a choice. His life or hers.

Can Alecâ's soul be saved by this unique human? Or will it be far too late?

Alec was on the trail of a blood so sweet he couldn't help but follow it. He would feed tonight if he could, but the hunger wasn't raw enough that it was absolutely necessary yet. He tracked the fragrance through the screams of children at the annual Jazz & Blues Festival, through the smell of fair food, the glowing street lamps, and the loud sounds coming from the bands playing down the street. Wherever the scent was coming from, he had to have it. It was female, that much he knew. He had always craved the blood of females, but only those of legal age. He wasn't that choosy; they just had to be willing enough to want a moment alone with him. He wiped their memories afterward so he never had to worry about humans discovering the truth. 
He guessed that most vampire lore came from mistakes made by those of his species. Memories weren't taken away or replaced, and the stories had spread. Luckily, those rumors had evolved into fantastical literature and movies, or at least something more relegated to The National Enquirer. Most vampires were careful with their identities and he was no different. In a black leather jacket, equally dark jeans and a black Coldplay tee shirt, his size twelve feet shoved into a pair of black Nikes, he blended into the crowd.
At the corner of Charles and Hamburg, he lost her scent. Despite the smells of corn dogs and cotton candy, he lifted his head and inhaled deeply. A hunger pain struck and his canines tingled, reminding him of his need, but he managed to suppress it. He tuned out the din around him until all he could hear were his own quiet breaths. Then he heard it, a calm, steady beat. The smell of fresh roses reached his nostrils, teasing more than his bloodlust. 
He looked down at the once dormant lump beneath his zipper. Christ, he thought.  Not only was this woman's blood an unusual nectar, he wanted her as well. This was going to get complicated. It was one thing to take blood, only what he needed to survive, but when attraction was added to the mix, everything became complicated. He wasn't sure he would be able to ignore the desire rising inside of him long enough to secure her blood. He had to try, though. Now that he'd located her, he couldn't walk away.
Oh, yes, she was very close. He turned his head to the right, scanning.
"Desiree! Desiree, look at this!" a woman exclaimed.
He spied two women in a booth. The vendor was selling Native American pottery. It was quality stuff, he realized. The nearest Native American tribe to Baltimore was the Piscataway tribe, but he suspected the vendor at the festival was Navajo because he recognized the dialect when the old woman spoke to her business partner.  He had been to Arizona many years back and he assumed they were probably traveling to different states. If he wasn't so obsessed with his bloodlust at the moment, he might have bought something. 
The first woman had short, reddish-brown hair. She was slender and fairly tall, dressed in a brown suede skirt with a white blouse. She lifted up an oddly-shaped white and turquoise vase, which had intricate designs on its contours. 
The second woman ambled over to her companion. She was so breathtakingly beautiful that his chest ached. She had very dark hair, long and almost black, but he couldn't tell for sure in the booth lighting. Her eyes were almond-shaped and her skin was golden, which he suspected was her natural coloration, not from the sun, lending an almost exotic appearance to her features.  She wore a simple blue sundress with brown cowgirl boots, providing an ample view of her shapely legs. He could see from the outline of the dress that she had enough curves to make a man want to inspect her further. 
The surprised look on her face pleased him for some reason. He knew it was her blood he had sensed; he could smell it very well now. His hearing was sensitive enough that he could pick up the rest of their conversation as well.
"Isn't this it? That's exactly what you're looking for, right?"
"Oh, Natalie, it's perfect!"
"You have to buy it, Des."
He winced at the nickname, which didn't suit her natural beauty at all.
"It's so lovely." 
The breathless quality to her voice caused him to close his eyes briefly. He could listen to that voice for hours.

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A list of Marie's books and pen names:

Marie Lavender: Upon Your Return; Magick & Moonlight; Upon Your Honor; Second Nature

Erica Sutherhome: Hard to Get; Memories; A Hint of Scandal; Without You; Strange Heat; Terror in the Night; Haunted; Pursuit; Perfect Game; A Touch of Dawn; Ransom; Leather and Lace

Kathryn Layne: A Misplaced Life

Heather Crouse: Express Cafe and Other Ramblings; Ramblings, Musings and Other Things; Soulful Ramblings and Other Worldly Things

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