Guest Post: A Day In The Life of Author Claire Marta

Today is a guest post from the lovely Claire Marta. I met Claire through social media, and will actually get to meet her at the #DarkerSideOfFiction2017 signing in Peterborough on Saturday October 7th!! That’s tomorrow!!! I’m SO excited right now!!

For now I’ll hand over to Claire, be sure to keep reading to find out about Claire’s books, places to find Claire and a giveaway too!! 🙂

A Day In The Life Of Claire

I know some readers wonder how an Author spends their day. What we get up to while everyone else is out at work. How we find the inspiration to weave our stories across the pages of our books to tell our tales of woe and joy. Maybe you wonder if it’s something glamorous? This is my typical day as a stay at home Mum and Author.

7.00am – Husband wakes us up. Reluctantly drag myself out of bed and get my daughter up who also doesn’t want to get up. Brain sluggish and not fully working but I am awake (yay go me!)

7.30am – Get my daughter dressed, feed her breakfast, gulp down my cup of tea while running around getting her bag ready for school. Tell my Husband to get dressed as he’s slacking. Brain is fully activated and characters have started to talk to me but I try to ignore them.

8.00am – Quickly check messages and answer the ones I find. A glance at Facebook and Instagram to see what’s going on that turn into 15 minutes of wasted time. Realise I am still in my pyjama’s dig out some clothes and hurriedly get dressed. Shout at my Husband who is also procrastinating to get his butt dressed to.

8.15am – Leave the house to take my daughter to Nursery with Husband in tow. Characters still talking to me and storyline ideas start to flow. Drop off Daughter, walk Husband to bus stop a hurried good bye then run all the way back to the house to write.

9.00am – Make a cup of tea, turn computer on. Check messages, check Facebook. Open current story and stare at the screen for ten whole minutes as my characters are now sulking and don’t want to come out to play. Make more tea while trying not to procrastinate. Finally regain the urge to write and dive into typing.

9.30am – Read through the small amount of inspiration I have come up with hoping it doesn’t suck. It’s good and my characters are happy. Skip ahead to the back of the book as I have an idea and I can never ever work in a straight line.

10.00am – Check messages. Check Facebook. Look back at current story and notice I have a beginning and end and not much else going on. Wonder what the hell the middle is going to be. Get up and make more tea. Get hijacked by the cat after I sit down and spend 10 minutes with him drooling all over me while he purrs sinking his claws into the soft parts of my body.

11.00am – Wonder what I can post in my readers group that everyone would like. Wonder if I should do another giveaway. Wonder if anyone reads my posts. Spend 20 mins looking at google pics to find something funny or vampire related to post in the group. Download a dozen pics I like knowing I will probably only use one or two.

11.30am – Make more tea. Check emails. Check reviews on Goodreads and Amazon. Realise I should probably write some more. Open up a completely different story and start typing ideas for that instead of focusing on the current story I have. Go make a messy hurried sandwich for lunch as I am hungry and don’t want to waste time actually cooking something I might like better.

12.45am – Leave the house in a rush as I have fifteen minutes to go pick up my daughter as soon as my ideas start flowing properly. Curse my characters that they’ve taken this long to actually get somewhere and I am sure they are doing it to torture me.

15.00pm – Spending the afternoon with my daughter watching cartoons. The house looks like a bomb has hit it as she’s pulled out all her toys. Using ten minutes to write a few ideas down while she’s mesmerized by the tv which doesn’t last long.

17.00pm – Five minutes hiding in the bathroom checking my emails, Facebook and messages as my 4yr old tells me off if she finds me on my phone. Realise my minion is now becoming the Master. Feel proud of her yet at the same time frightened of what I have created. Get caught on my phone and then forced to spend the next thirty minutes playing tea party with a stuffed unicorn and a purple toy cat.

17.30pm – Make more tea while searching for something chocolatey or containing sugar. My characters are talking to me again I am not talking to them. Spend ten minutes trying to find a cartoon my daughter actually wants to watch. Wonder if I am to old to join the circus or get adopted by a rich billionaire.

18.00pm – My Husband messages he will be coming home soon. Resist the urge to send an SOS message back. Start picking up toys so it doesn’t look to bad when he gets home. Wonder what the hell I should make for dinner. Leave the decision up to my daughter. Text my Husband to bring back pizza as that’s what she’s asked for.

19.00pm – Husband rolls in with three pizzas.

20.00pm – Clear away what’s left of the devastation my daughter had left during the day. Start the process of getting her ready to bed which includes her dancing around listening to songs on youtube, trying to convince her to brush her teeth properly, five minutes of waiting for her to go to the loo, more time while she chooses what to wear to bed and what toys get to sleep with her.

20.30pm – Daughter decides she wants my Husband to put her to bed not me. Try to hide my evil glee. Listening to him telling her a story while I turn my laptop on. Talk to my beta readers. Post a pic in my group and reply to comments. Load up spotify and get my earphones out.

21.00pm – Open up current story. Read through what I wrote that morning and add a few things. Realise I need to make some more teaser pics. Post book stuff in book groups and promo groups while wondering if anyone will check them out.

10.00pm – Decide to torture my characters and go on a spree making the worse things that can happen to them happen. Enjoy all the blood, deceit and mayhem. Talk to a few people through chat. Feel exhausted but don’t want to go to bed yet as it’s to early.

11.00pm – Crawl into bed knowing before I know it my eyes will be open again and I will repeating everything from the start.

Thank you for giving us an insight to your daily life Claire. And thank you for agreeing to be apart of my rebrand and launch of my new blog. I am really looking forward to meeting you and hugging you tomorrow! 🙂 

Now for Claire’s books and stalker links, keep reading for the giveaway too 🙂

Book Spotlight

Frostbite (Hunter Chronicles #1):

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Jasmine Hunter is a rookie agent working for the covert Supernatural Department of Scotland Yard.

Being kidnapped with a co-worker is the last thing she’s expecting from only two months in a job she loves. She is even more unprepared for the sparks that fly between her and one of their captors, especially when her unique senses are screaming he isn’t human.

Eric is a vampire, deep undercover with centuries of secrets. He has no time for distractions, yet he can’t seem to get the feisty female out of his head, nor the hungering desires she evokes within him.

Forced to work together, they must stop the diabolical plans of Marcel Coupe – the French arms dealer responsible for her abduction. As time starts to run out can they save themselves and Paris from disaster? Or will the sizzling attraction between them be their downfall?

Dark Desires (Hunter Chronicles #2):

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Jasmine Hunter finds herself knee deep in a decadent vampire nest in Prague. A killer lurks the medieval city and is preying on blood donors who frequent the home of the local Vampire Mistress.

With her teammates from Scotland Yard in tow Jasmine, must attempt to discover the murderer’s identity.

But will things go to plan? Sex dungeons, submissive human pets, and sexy dominant males are a lot for a rookie to cope with.

Especially when Eric is the last person she expects to see…

Requested to assist with the hunt for a vicious serial killer by an old friend, Eric is left speechless to find Jasmine offering herself up as food. The attraction between them is burning as red hot as before, and his lust for the feisty female is just as deep.

More disturbing, his emotions which he normally has leashed, once more slip in her presence. Yet this time they feel different. Darker, primal, and savage yet Eric cannot explain why. The insidious pull of the other predators around him is also more than a sweet temptation he finds himself unable to resist.

Combining forces, Jasmine and Eric must play the parts of Master and submissive.

But nothing is as it seems.

Can they work out who the killer is in a household full of deception and secrets before it is too late? Or will a price be paid in blood….

*** 18 & over only. Contains sexual scenes, light BDSM, sex and some violence. ***

Claimed By Magic (Hunter Chronicles #3):

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Broken hearted from Eric’s betrayal in Prague, Jasmine turns to her best friend to get her mind off everything she has lost.

Twitch takes her on a wild adventure in an attempt to cheer her up, but unbeknownst to either of them, danger lurks within the shadows of the techno mage’s magical homeland.

An ancient evil is rising.

No one is safe.
No one can be trusted.
Lines are drawn.
The battle to survive begins.

*** Warning this book contains some violence, sexual scenes, magic and adventure. For an audience over 18. You should read Dark Desires before this book in the series. ***

The Serpents Kiss (Hunter Chronicles #4):

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Jasmine Hunter’s addiction for the vampire bite is swallowing her whole. Left with no other choice; she seeks out the Master Vampire of London to ease her pain.

But Asier Serpico has his own agenda. Dark, lethal, and intoxicating; he offers sweet seduction and even more—pleasure. He wants to take her pain—and her body—from the one she loves.

Can Jasmine resist Asier while fighting to prevent the impending disaster of a new drug wreaking havoc on the city streets….

…or will London fall?

Author Spotlight

A native Brit, I live in Italy with my husband and daughter. When I am not writing and drinking copious amounts of tea, I enjoy taking photos of my adoptive country, trying to stay fit with running, reading amazing books and being a stay at home mother.

Claire Marta

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Author Interview: Martin Tracey

Author Interview

Today is an Interview with Martin Tracey. Martin is a new author to me, I’ve got a couple of his books on my TBR list & I’m looking forward to meeting Martin at the #DarkerSideOfFiction2017 signing in Peterborough on Saturday October 7th.

On to…

An Interview With Martin Tracey

Me: I want to take a moment to welcome you to Lou’s Luscious Book Blog and to thank you for agreeing to take part in my relaunch/rebrand event.

Before we get into the actual interview questions please tell us a little bit about yourself?

Martin: Hi, my name is Martin Tracey and I’m an author from Birmingham. I like to include Birmingham characters and settings in my books but I’ve also used the Peak District, USA, Romania and London which I guess reflects my personal enjoyment to travel. I wouldn’t say I write in a ‘pinned down’ genre as such, my books have a lot of variety in them, although one of the multi-author signings I am attending is the ‘Darker Fiction’ event in Peterborough and I would say that is apt.

I’ll start with the general questions:

1. Do you enjoy reading? If so what do you like to read & Who is your favourite author?

I love reading but for an author I don’t do it as often as I should and it takes me ages to read a book. Peter James is one of my favourite authors, his mixture of crime and supernatural obviously appeals to my own approach to writing. I also like Martina Cole due to her ‘no-nonsense’ approach and Dan Brown can write a mean page turner. Brown gave me the confidence to mix fact and fiction in my own work. For classic horror, I like Richard Laymon, but there are some great Indie authors out there these days and I’ve enjoyed books by DG Torrens and RH Dixon for example. Once I’ve got through my very long reading list I will be able to champion even more Indie authors. I also like biographies of people I admire.

2. When you’re not writing what do you like to do?

I love these 9.00 o clock mini drama series that appear on terrestrial TV, such as ‘Line Of Duty’. I’m a massive Beatles fan so listening to them is a must and for my sins I support Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club, so I go to the odd game and either side of the match I indulge in another favourite hobby of mine which is sampling Real Ale.

3. If you could go on vacation anywhere in the world, where would you like to go?

I’ve been lucky enough to go to some fab places: Las Vegas, New Mexico, Grand Canyon, Switzerland, London and due to the Beatles connection, I love going to Liverpool especially Mathew Street. I have Elvis’ home Graceland left on my bucket list so I guess I’ll choose Memphis.

Now for the author related questions:

4. What drew you to the genre of books that you write? Would you ever consider writing a different genre? If so which one?

As I stated I write dark fiction but I don’t believe that my genre can be ‘pigeon-holed’. I’ve so far covered vampires, religious cults, serial killers and haunted houses. My next book explores the 27 club. Readers of my books will notice how music is themed in my work, that’s because I used to play in bands and write songs before I took to novel writing and music remains in my heart. I have always been fascinated with the supernatural and things that can’t be explained so that’s why such things feature in my books – I like to push the boundaries of reality in my work. As a kid, the old hammer horror films drew my imagination in so that definitely had an influence. I would never say never to writing in other genres, it’s like music. If it’s good it’s good no matter what the genre.

5. Do you have a certain place that you write? (e.g. a writing cave?) Or do you prefer a certain type of atmosphere?

I actually like to write just lying in the bed!

6. Do you or have you ever suffered from writer’s block? If so how do you deal with it?

Touch wood I’ve never suffered from it luckily. I think my imagination is too uniquely wired to ever have that problem.

7. Do you outline the whole story before you begin writing or just roll with the flow?

I briefly outline the story via a skeleton chapter plan but for sure the story evolves and morphs as I roll with the flow. I can’t write if I place restrictions on myself and the story and characters often lead me to have light bulb moments along the writing process.

8. Where do you get your character inspiration from?

I don’t base characters on people I know, I do make then up. They are often able to execute extreme actions all in the name of ‘the greater good’ and to achieve extreme poetic justice. Judd Stone from Mind Guerrilla and who is to soon appear in my book about the 27 Club is such a character. He is an anti-hero so I like my characters to be interesting and that perhaps makes them flawed and not perfect in certain respects. My baddies must be bad, it’s that simple.

9. If you could collaborate with any author alive or dead, who would it be & why?

Oooh, that’s a great question. I can’t pick one, sorry. But I guess any of the authors I answered in question 1. In terms of wider collaboration, I’d like to work with Quentin Tarantino, his outlook on revenge is right up my street.

10. Which book would you most like to see as a movie/tv series?

Sorry I don’t want to appear self-indulgent but it would be any one of my own: Beneath The Floodlights would be particularly good on the screen with the vampires and football elements. Mind Guerrilla and Things They’ll Never See could be good too though.

Finally is there anything else that would like us to know? Maybe a little snippet of you current WIP, or latest release?

Ok, so I alluded to this earlier. My current WIP is about the 27 Club (I don’t have a title yet), a term associated with the incredible number of artists and rock stars who have all lost their lives at the tender age of 27: Amy Winehouse, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Janis Joplin and Kurt Cobain to name just a few. Anything extraordinary like this intrigues me. I don’t wish to give too much away at this stage, but Judd Stone who has proved to be a very popular character from Mind Guerrilla is in the unenviable position of trying to prevent female rock star Phoenix Easter from becoming the next member of this notorious club. Phoenix could well be the making of her own downfall, she is extremely talented but can be self-destructive by engaging in alcohol and drugs and living life to the extreme– she’s very rock & roll! However darker forces are at work and it’s not as simple for Judd to just protect Phoenix from herself.

Spotlight time, please provide blurbs, covers & links to your books 🙂

Everything can be found on my website incuding covers and blurbs:

www.martintracey.co.uk

My amazon author page: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Martin-Tracey/e/B009ANTBWG/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1505042972&sr=8-1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MartinTracey1

FB: https://www.facebook.com/Martin-Tracey-Author-162311767171904/?ref=settings

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/martinofmolineux/

Blog: https://martintracey.wordpress.com/

Thank you for taking the time to join me and my readers today! It’s been an absolute pleasure having you on the blog. 🙂

The pleasure is all mine, thanks for the opportunity.

Hemmie Martin Interview

Next up in the rebrand line up is the wonderful Hemmie Martin. I met Hemmie a few years ago at a signing in Peterborough, now I’ve gotten to know her through social media, I’ve read a few of Hemmie’s books and loved them. This weekend I get to see Hemmie again at the #DarkerSideOfFiction signing in Peterborough & I really can’t wait! I’m so excited.

Hemmie has kindly donated a signed paperback copy of Rightful Owner & bookmark for a giveaway, but due to postage costs this will be UK only, sorry to all my non-uk followers but there will be plenty of other giveaways coming up.

On to…

Author Interview

An Interview With Hemmie Martin!

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Me: I want to take a moment to welcome you to Lou’s Luscious Book Blog and to thank you for agreeing to take part in my relaunch/rebrand event.

Before we get into the actual interview questions please tell us a little bit about yourself?

Hemmie: Hello Lou, thank you for having me on your lovely rebranded blog. I am currently living in Essex but hope to move to Norfolk in the future, where I have lived before. I have moved around the country a fair bit in the past for nursing posts, and when I was sixteen I lived in the south of France with my family, for six years. My home is more peaceful for writing now my two daughters are at university.

Before I became a full-time writer, I worked as a community nurse for people with learning disabilities, a family planning nurse, and a forensic mental health nurse working with young offenders. These jobs have helped shape my novels in one way or another.

Lets start with the Writing Related Questions:

What made you want to write?

Ill health gave me the time to write my first novel – which will never be published; call it a learning exercise – and then I became hooked on writing.

What drew you to genre of books do you write? Would you ever consider writing a different genre? If so which one?

My first unpublished novel was contemporary fiction, but I realised that my mind was darker than I first thought, so I wrote a psychological thriller. I always said I would never write crime or a series, but ended up with a DI Wednesday series, so I can never say never about any other genre in the future!

Do you outline the whole story before you begin writing or just roll with the flow?

When I write crime, I write a large mind map so I can keep track of the plot, sub-plots, and red herrings. When writing contemporary fiction, it tends to be more free-flowing, although I know the denouement for each character, although that can change as the book progresses.

How do you research when writing your books?

Mental health has always been an interest of mind, hence my career path, so I draw on my nursing experience, and ask hubs questions who is also a mental health nurse. I also refer to mental health websites as the topic is always progressing.

For my crime series, I have a DI in the Met police force who is happy to answer my questions about procedures and gives me general guidance.

For my current wip, I’m heading off to the Tate Modern for research purposes – plus a trip to Borough Market for some culinary delights afterwards.

I used my memories of living in France for my novel, ‘Garlic & Gauloises’, and I use the internet to research any topic I happen to be writing about that I know very little about.

Where do you get your character inspiration from? Are any of your characters based on real people? If so, can you tell us which characters?

I don’t base my characters on real people, but I do take snippets of behaviours and idiosyncrasies of people I see around me or know.

When you’re writing do the characters talk to you? Do they tell you what they want to happen?

That has happened in the past, but currently, I feel in charge of what’s happening to the characters – I have conversations with them, but I am the creator.

Who is your least favorite character to write or that you have written and why? Who is your favourite character to write or that you have written and why?

I’m not sure I have a character I haven’t enjoyed writing – if I dislike them, they are deleted! My favourite characters to write are the antagonists. I thoroughly enjoyed creating bad-man Walker in ‘Attic of the Mind’ and the dislikeable Theo in ‘Garlic & Gauloises’.

If you could collaborate with any author alive or dead who would it be & why?

Ooh, good question, Lou! I would love to work with Anita Brookner, who is now sadly deceased. I absolutely adore the way she writes and the characters she creates – I would learn so much from working with her.

Do you have people to use as a sounding board?

I use hubs and my mum, as I know both are not afraid to give me honest feedback – which is obviously what I’m looking for.

How do/did your family feel when your first book was published?

They were excited to see my first novel, ‘The Divine Pumpkin’, but now I have eight out, they seem rather blasé about the whole issue. I’m rather envious when I see photos of authors celebrating the publication of a novel with bubbly or flowers. I think I will only have that if a novel becomes a great success in one way or another.

Next up the Quick Fire Questions:

Sweet or Savoury?

Salted caramel – so sweet and savoury together!

I absolutely adore Salted Caramel!!

Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla.

Favourite Colour?

Purple.

Snap!!

Favourite Animal?

Elephant.

Favourite Food?

Chilli aubergine and lentil dahl.

I’ve never tried that, but it sounds lovely. I might have to look for a recipe for it.

Favourite Drink?

Coffee during the day and toffee vodka in the evening.

MMMM… Coffee & Vodka…

Good Guy or Bad Boy?

Maybe I’m boring, but I’m more of a good guy girl.

Favourite Vacation Spot?

Es Cana – there’s a great hippy market there, with affordable silver jewellery.

Lastly some General Questions:

What is your favourite movie? TV show/series?

Oh, this a very hard question, as it depends what kind of mood I’m in. I love the film, ‘Love Actually’, but I also adore the modern series of Agatha Christie novels. However, I’m utterly delighted that, ‘Task Master’, has returned to TV, as it’s so funny and I get to spend an hour with Greg Davies, who I absolutely adore *sigh*.

What is your favourite music? (Genre or band/group/person)

This is much like the question above – it depends on my mood! Currently I’m listening to Birdy’s two albums as her music sits well with the current contemporary novel I’m writing. Music without lyrics is preferable when I’m editing, so I enjoy listening to classical music, Irish dance music, or sounds of the sea.

My music choice is very mood dependant too, but I love a bit of Michael Bublé and classical too.

Do you enjoy reading? If so what do you like to read? What are you reading at the minute?

I have always loved reading, and feel it’s an essential pastime if you’re an author. I’m going to Budapest in a few days, and I can’t decide whether to take, ‘A Start in Life’, by Anita Brookner, or, ‘Olive Kitteridge’, by Elizabeth Strout. The former is quite a thin book, so I think I may take the latter, even though I’m only going for three nights, as I hate being bored whilst flying.

Describe your perfect weekend?

Time to write and to read in the sunshine by the sea, followed by a meal in a restaurant, then finishing the night in a pub watching a rock covers band.

If you could be any age, what age would you be and why?

Thirty-two, as I was happy with my life and my figure!

When you’re not writing what do you like to do?

Apart from reading, I love going to pubs to watch rock covers bands, as I see so many friends, and enjoy a night dancing and singing along loudly! I also love playing with Alfie, my pure white kitten – does that make me a white witch?

I’m not sure, would it be a bad thing if you were?

Actually, thinking about it, no it doesn’t matter; perhaps I could drum up some spells to sort out the crazy world we’re currently living in.

When you were at school what did you want to be?

I wanted to be a policewoman.

What freaks you out or gives you the heebie jeebies?

Spiders -eek!

Snap and Snakes!

Do you have any strange habits? Fancy sharing any?

I always check under my pillow for spiders before I settle down to sleep.

What is your earliest memory, that you’re comfortable sharing?

Listening to, ‘Leaving on a jet plane’ by Peter, Paul and Mary on the radio when I lived in Marlow Bottom in Buckinghamshire. I was about four-years-old at the time.

If you were stranded on a desert island and had food and drink, what 5 things would you want with you and why?

A kindle with a thousand novels on, my reading glasses, sunscreen, can Alfie, my kitten, be counted as ‘a thing’? (I’m going with ‘yes’!), and my yoga mat.

Can you list 5 things (non-author) related that we may or may not already know about you?

I speak French fluently, after living there for six years; I used to be good at Makaton – sign language for people with learning disabilities; I like watching cricket; in my youth I played the clarinet, classical guitar and piano; I have replacement ligaments in my left knee after a skiing accident many moons ago.

My other half plays guitar – electric & acoustic, electric bass guitar, drums & keyboard. I on the other hand; don’t have a musical bone in my body; unless wailing in the car to songs counts?!!

Finally is there anything else that would like us to know? Maybe a little snippet of you current WIP, or latest release?

Snippet of ‘The Reluctant Mother’

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Reluctant-Mother-Hemmie-Martin/dp/1941058639/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1505592431&sr=1-1&keywords=hemmie+martin

Hemmie, thank you for taking the time to join me and my readers today! It’s been an absolute pleasure having you on the blog. 🙂 <3 Keep reading for a look at Hemmie’s books, where to find them, where you can follow & connect with Hemmie & for your chance to win a signed paperback of Rightful Owner by Hemmie Martin!

Book Spotlight

The Reluctant Mother:

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Postnatal psychosis strips Colette of her early time with her baby, shreds her sanity, and almost destroys her marriage. When suicide seems the only option, Colette must face her limitations and move forward with demons clinging to every aspect of her life, whilst desperately trying to hold on to what she dearly loves.

Attic Of The Mind:

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The time is right for Lilith Fields to seek revenge. Twenty-five years have passed since the sadistic abuser tortured the patients of the psychiatric ward, and now Lily has decided he must meet his final judgment. As her plan unfolds she discovers she is not the only one with a dark secret. Now, only time will tell if Lily’s demons will be vanquished, and just how many people are really involved.

Garlic & Gauloises:

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Alice Calwin finds herself without purpose in life after the death of her mother, whom she’d been caring for following a stroke. Theo Edwards, a literary journalist, has a sour outlook on life, bolstered by his ongoing divorce, and is feeling the pressure to revitalise his column in the newspaper. They encounter one another at a writers’ retreat in France, but Alice’s shameful past and Theo’s deceptive reasons for being there end up affecting them both in very different ways. When someone finally acknowledges their mistakes, is it ever too late to make amends?

Divine Pumpkin:

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Forensic Nurse Paloma Parker seems to have her life in order. She is a successful career woman who is intelligent and confident in her abilities, but she just can’t seem to have a meaningful romantic relationship. Her newest patient, an incarcerated juvenile named Ella, has a connection to her that is fully realized when Paloma’s family secret is revealed. As Ella yearns for inner peace and Paloma searches for love, these two women may just hold the key to each other’s very different kinds of freedom.

D.I. Wednesday Series: (featuring DI Eva Wednesday and DS Jacob Lennox, set in and around Cambridge, with fictional villages. There are four books in the series so far.)

In The Light OF Madness:

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A murdered boy in a Cambridgeshire graveyard sets in motion an investigation into the local church and school, with suspicions of a cult murmured throughout the community. With their first case, DI Eva Wednesday and DS Jacob Lennox explore the various levels of desperation and malice that can stem from an unhappy or dissatisfied life, where no one takes responsibility for their actions. They quickly find that everyone harbours a secret which, left uncontrolled, can bring forth devastating self-destruction.

Rightful Owner:

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When a murder occurs in an exclusive swingers’ club, DI Wednesday and DS Lennox find themselves immersed in a murky world of sex and secrets. It doesn’t take long for the members to turn on one another, and for their clandestine affairs to come crashing into their everyday lives. As Wednesday experiences the pressures of work and caring for her mother’s mental illness, and Lennox’s ex-wife has him worrying about the sustainability of his role as a father, their case brings about questions of personal freedom and they begin to wonder if we are all, in fact, owned in one way or another.

Shadows In The Mind:

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The death of a patient in a psychiatric unit leads DI Eva Wednesday closer to the world she’s been trying to avoid. Attempting to separate paranoid emotions from reality proves challenging, and having her mother in the unit adds another layer of complication. As Wednesday begins to put the pieces of her case together, she is compelled to hold on tightly to her own sanity as the lives of those around her unravel before her eyes.

What Happens After:

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What happens after the murder? A killing has occurred during a Parting Ways weekend, where couples make an attempt at divorcing amicably. The fallout points in many directions as Wednesday and Lennox are faced with a widow, sparring couples, the group facilitators, and the hotel staff, all as suspects. While the confounding case strengthens Wednesday’s negative views on relationships, it brings Lennox to a place of reflection as he analyzes his past and contemplates his future.

Author Spotlight

Hemmie Martin spent most of her professional life as a Community Nurse for people with learning disabilities, a Family Planning Nurse, and a Forensic Mental Health Nurse working with young offenders. She spent six years living in the south of France. She now writes full time.

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Hemmie created the DI Wednesday series, featuring DI Eva Wednesday and DS Jacob Lennox, set in and around Cambridge, with fictional villages. There are four books in the series so far. Hemmie has also written a psychological thriller, Attic of the Mind, and three contemporary women’s fiction, The Reluctant Mother, The Divine Pumpkin and Garlic & Gauloises. Mental health often features in her novels due to her background in forensic mental health nursing. Hemmie is a member of The Crime Writer’s Association.

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Spotlight: Liz Iavorschi-Braun

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As you may know from my first post the talented Liz Iavorschi-Braun has been a tremendous help in getting my new blog up and running, to me it is only fitting that as a way to say another thank you to Liz my first book related post is spotlighting Liz and her books. 

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I would like to present:

 

Liz Iavorschi-Braun

 

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Originally from Cincinnati, Ohio, Liz spent several years living in the Okanogan valley of British Columbia where she found inspiration for the setting of the Seven Years Gone series. She currently resides on the Black Sea coast of Romania with her husband and their cat, FuzzyButt.

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Liz also has some awesome swag that can be ordered from etsy like lip balm, body butter, candles and tea. All organic and made for the books by artisans. she don’t profit from it, but has it available all the same. These products can be found here:

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So now you know a little more about Liz how about I show you her books too? Not only show you but I can also give you an excerpt from both of them too. Liz is also being kind enough to offer a prize for one lucky reader, for your chance of winning keep reading 😉

Book Spotlight

Undesirable, Seven Years Gone #1.

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~Blurb~

Five generations after world leaders engineer a virus to decimate the population and keep it under control, life continues as normal for those living in The Society. They are divided into classes and go about their lives because it is all they know. The genetically fortunate become rulers, while those labeled undesirable are never seen again. Torn between her obligation to The Society that she was raised in and a desire to choose her own fate, Ginger takes a chance and risks it all to cross a vast wilderness alone for a chance to be free.

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image~Undesirable Excerpt~

The house is quiet now. I check the hall outside my parents’ room and they are sleeping. With my backpack on my shoulders, I walk quietly down the stairs, carefully placing each foot to avoid making noise. I tiptoe through the kitchen and open the freezer to slide the note under the last meal for the week ahead. Wednesday night next week. That is when they will know. I hold my breath, waiting to make sure I am not heard and then I slide out the back door, careful to close it quietly. After a brief final look back at the place that was home, I slide around the side of the house to the service road that runs behind the houses all the way to the riverside park.

The park and the river beyond are not far– only a few blocks. It is after curfew, so the streets are quiet, though I am aware of every small sound, from the crunch of gravel under my feet to the rustling of the leaves in the breeze. Security only passes through at curfew to make sure everyone is at home. They usually stay around the capitol or random patrols around the eastern and western edges of town, or at least that is where I have seen them during the day. I have never been out this late at night; it’s not allowed. The city seems different in the still darkness – sterile and empty. I stay in the shadows, but I don’t see anyone. I have to cross the street to get to the park that flanks the river, but the streetlights are off and the park is heavily treed. Peeking my head around the corner, looking both ways, I release my held breath with a sigh and then I run for it. I make it to the cover of the trees and stop for a moment, my back pressed against the rough bark. I only had to run about 50 yards, but the adrenaline has left my heart pounding out of my chest and my breath burning in my throat.

I take a moment to get my breath and my bearings. Part of me wants to turn around and run home, but I know that is not an option. There is only one way to go. Forward. I move from tree to tree, stopping each time to check my surroundings and pray I haven’t been seen. It seems like hours before I reach the cement banks of the river, though my watch tells me it has only been a matter of minutes.

I stop to slip my clothes off, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and my sports shoes. I put my pants in the plastic bag in my pack and I slide down the slanted banks to the water. It is colder than I expected. In the summer the waist-deep water is warm from the hot summer sun, but it is early spring and the water from the lakes that flows through it is straight from the glacier melt from high in the mountains. I can feel it pulling against my legs and it brings me back to my selection test, choking me with fear. This is different, I tell myself, over and over – willing myself to keep moving. I focus on one foot in front of the other to keep my mind focused, intent on my goal. There are no lights here and only the pale glow from the moon shows me where I am. I can see the moon reflecting on the water and the beach ahead and I want to run to it, but I keep my pace slow and intentional, focusing on placing my feet one at a time on the slippery bottom. After five minutes I can’t feel my legs anymore, but I don’t stop.

My foot lands on a slimy rock and slips off, plunging me chest-deep into the cold of the water. I managed to stop the scream before it made its way up my throat. Gasping, I struggle to get back up, looking frantically from side to side to make sure I haven’t been seen. Assured that I am alone, I keep moving. Feel with my foot, step, feel, step, over and over, freezing at each perceived sound. There is a tunnel ahead, a short drainage pipe that allows the water to flow under the road that runs along the lake. It is tall enough to stand up in, but the bottom is moss-covered and slippery. Unable to feel my feet, I must stay focused to avoid slipping on the dangerously slick surface. On the other side is the stretch of sand and the lake.

I stop for a moment to prepare myself before stepping out onto the exposed beach, my hands on the wall of the cement pipe for support. My body stiffens as I feel a vibration through the wall, and a rumbling sound follows. I crouch down in the water, making myself as small as possible as the sound gets closer and closer, until it stops, directly above me. I hear a car door open and boots step out on the gravel on the road above me. Another door opens. Another set of boots. The only people allowed to be out this late are the police, who keep our city safe, though from what I don’t know. Even my heartbeat is thunderously loud and I am sure they must hear my ragged breath echoing off the walls of the tunnel. Every muscle in my body freezes, afraid even the slightest ripple in the water will alert them to my presence.

I hear a voice above, annoyed.

“You have the bladder of a toddler. This is the third time tonight we’ve had to stop. I think you just like peeing over the bridge.”

“Well, I have to do it somewhere. I might as well amuse myself in the process, right?”

The first man laughs and I hear boots coming closer to the edge. I hold my breath and then I hear the tinkling sound of liquid hitting water directly in front of me, and then a second stream. I try not to gag and tell myself it is just my imagination when the water around me seems to get slightly warmer. I want to get away. I want to scrub my skin with hot water and plenty of soap, but I can’t move. Hot tears run down my face and I know this has to be the end. There is no way they won’t find me here. Finally the noise stops and I hear the sound of zippers and the crunching of boots again, then a door closing, and a second. The vibrations start again as the engine come back to life and drives off.

I still don’t move. I wait several minutes to make sure they are gone before I venture forward and peer out from under the edge of the tunnel. I lift my head to look in both directions along the road, but I see nothing and sigh with relief. The beach opens up in front of me, stretching left and right to the rocky banks and cliffs on either side. I see where I need to go. The cliffs are almost vertical to one side, but to the other, the sheer rocks jut out for a bit, then becoming more gradual around the bend where steeply rolling hills covered with trees rise continuously to the mountains. It will be difficult, but not impossible.

I stay as close as I can to the trees that line the beach, trusting the darkness to keep me hidden. The lake is long and narrow with the only easy access at the north and south ends, which are each only a few hundred meters across. I come out from the river almost exactly in the middle. It doesn’t take long to get to the edge, but this is where I am most vulnerable. The road that runs along the lake ends here. It turns back to run along the edge of the city, surrounding it like a square. This is our border and the area where I am most likely to run into a patrol. I look carefully in the distance, but see nothing along the road. I look out into the water, but see no lights that would indicate that there is a boat patrolling the water.

There is no other choice. I have to get in the water and swim along the edge and then out around the point and back to where I can safely come ashore. I will be in the water with nowhere to hide if anyone should come. Hiding behind a clump of bushes, I open my pack and untie the knot on the top of the plastic bag holding my belongings. I blow into it, filling it with air before tying it closed again. I pull out another empty plastic bag and fill it as well, tying it to my pack to keep it afloat. I put my already-wet running shoes in my pack and use the laces to tie the pack to my waist, allowing me the use of my hands and legs while my pack tows along behind me. I know there is no way I could swim with my pack on my back. My pack is dark brown and in the water it shouldn’t easily be seen. I really hope this will work. I take one last deep breath and step into the water at the edge of the beach. It’s like ice, colder than the river, and I can feel goose bumps breaking out along my skin. When the water reaches my chest, I gasp, my muscles clenching so tight I am unable to catch a breath. I force myself to relax the muscles and breathe. I slide in to my neck and begin to swim in the dark along the edge of the rocks. The cold sends pins and needles through my hands and feet, and they don’t go away. Even after a few minutes of swimming, the pain is almost unbearable. I practiced swimming in the pool at school many times and even swam in the lake a few times on a class trip, but it is much different in the dark. I try not to let my mind think of what might be in the water with me.

I want to swim as fast as I can, but I am afraid of making noise. My body and brain are screaming for me to get out of the water, but I can’t. The point is just a few yards ahead. I reach my hand out to the rocks, grasping hold. I slowly pull myself around to the point and peer around the corner, freezing in mid-reach. I see a light. There is a boat in the water about a hundred yards ahead, spotlight scanning the rocks on the other side of the banks. I duck my head under just before the light reaches me. Thankfully my wet, dark brown pack looks no different than the rocks in the dark and the light passes by. I want to burst from the water and gulp air, but they are too close. They will hear. My lungs are screaming for air as I surface slowly and allow myself the slowest sip of air, bit by bit as I scan with my eyes. The spotlight is facing the other direction now and the boat moves on towards the beach.

As the boat comes parallel to my position, light scanning the opposite shore, I slip around the point and press myself as close to the rocks as I can, waiting until they are out of site. I have to keep moving or I won’t ever make it out of the water. I can already feel my shivering slow and that can’t be a good thing. I manage to make it to where the rocks are low enough that I can pull myself up and out of the water. I deflate my bag and untie the laces, placing my pack back on my back before hoisting myself out. I take a moment to slip on my shoes, but don’t stop to change. I am too close to the shore. I know I need to get out of these wet clothes, but I can’t risk doing it here where I might be seen.

I race up the slope as quickly and quietly as I can towards the trees. I don’t even slow down to look back until I am well covered by the trees. I can see the boat, close to the shore where I first entered the water and heading towards the other side of the lake. I sigh with relief. There is a large boulder ahead of me and I slip my pack to the ground and sit behind it. The quick movement warmed me a bit, but the cold air on my wet skin is quickly undoing any warmth I’ve generated. I wring out my hair and pile it under my winter hat and strip off my wet shirt and underpants, placing them in the empty bag before redressing in my pants, tunic and sweater. I pull out my winter boots and lace them up. It is not winter, but they are dry and sturdy, more suited than wet running shoes for what lies ahead.

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Undefinable, Seven Years Gone Book #2.

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~Blurb~

The Choices we make define us, but they have consequences.  Ginger must come to grips with the ramifications of her actions, even as she comes into her own.

While war looms on the horizon, Ginger learns that freedom, family and love are worth fighting for, regardless of the costs.

Author Liz Iavorschi-Braun’s much-anticipated second book of the Seven Years Gone series is a gripping story you won’t want to put down.

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Chapter 11

I don’t know how long I have been locked up in this cell. It’s been long enough for the passing of time to become a blur. With no windows and no lights, I can’t tell if it has been hours or days. I don’t know where I am, but I suspect it is somewhere in or near Harrison, judging by the time it took to get here. I haven’t seen the others and I don’t know if they are safe. Rane was bleeding and unconscious when they took him off the transport. Joan and Dr. Anders were unconscious, but they seemed unhurt.

Sitting in the dark, it is hard for me to keep the panic at bay. Thoughts of being trapped here forever fill my head. A sense of hopelessness overwhelms me and it is all I can do to fight back the tears that threaten to choke me. Not knowing where I am, thoughts of being trapped, buried alive in whatever hell this is, send images of me trying to claw my way out racing through my head. I curl my fingers, recoiling at the imagined sensation.

I try to reason with myself. They can’t leave me here forever. The Society is coming to get me eventually. The Society is coming for me. That thought is enough to send waves of nausea through me and I try not to retch the nonexistent contents of my stomach all over the floor. Taking a deep breath to settle my mind and my stomach, I press my palms to the floor and feel relief when they touch cool concrete instead of the dirt I had imagined. I shake my hands to rid myself of the feeling.

I have to pull myself together. I can’t sit here and wait for The Society to come. I have to do something. I have to come up with a plan and that isn’t going to happen sitting here imagining what might be hiding in the dark. Wherever this is, there has to be a way out. They got me in here somehow and presumably, they will eventually come to get me out. Finding out how needs to be my first step.

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I do my best to assess my surroundings in the dark. Crawling with one hand outstretched, I keep going until I hit bars. I can feel a break in the bars where the door closes, and a chain with a lock on it that is keeping me from leaving. I keep moving right, my hands feeling along the bars until I reach a wall with no windows or doors. There is a bucket in the corner and a bottle of what I assume is water. There is a mattress on the floor with a scratchy blanket, but no other furniture that I can feel. I keep moving clockwise until I reach another set of bars. On my knees, I feel along the bars, looking for some way out. I reach something soft pushed up against the bars from the other side. By the feel of it, it is obviously human and obviously unconscious.

I keep moving my hands, bar by bar, until my hands reach a tangle of curly hair, wet and matted. I smell my fingers and there is unmistakably blood on them. Rane’s blood. I slide my hands over his head and to his face, relieved when I can feel the soft exhale of air from his nose. He’s still alive, but in the dark I can’t tell how badly hurt he is. Judging by how difficult it is to wake him, it must be bad.

Tearing off a strip of fabric from my shirt, I press it to Rane’s head where the blood seems to be coming from. It must have hurt because the groan I get in response is certainly not in pleasure.

“Rane, wake up!” Another groan is his only reply. I reach through with my other hand and find his shoulder and give it a shake.

“Rane, please, wake up!” I shake him more urgently this time.

“If you keep shaking me like that I’m going to be sick.”

“Are you hurt anywhere besides your head? I can’t reach anything but your head and shoulders.”

“A few broken ribs, I think, but my head took the worst of the beating. Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. Where are Joan and Dr. Anders?”

“I’m over here, Ginger,” says Joan from somewhere to my left, “but I don’t know where Joanne is, and before you ask, I’m not hurt. I’m just mad. Rane, if I get my hands on that brother of yours, I swear I will introduce his ass to my boot!”

“Jonah? He was here?” replies Rane.

“You were out cold before he showed his face. He was driving the transport and acting like that commander’s lap dog looking for praise for telling him where to find us.”

“Jonah was working with McNeil?”

“If McNeil is that big sour looking commander, then yes. I also noticed that cast on his hand was gone and he didn’t seem to be having any trouble using it.”

“I think your boots are going to have to stand in line behind mine, Joan.”

“Now that we’ve established that a butt kicking is in order and who goes first, does anyone know where we are? I’d like to get out of here, if at all possible,” I say, irritated.

“The holding cells in the basement of the old police station. It’s the only place in town that has cells with bars like this. It isn’t used anymore, but there’s a passageway that connects it to the old courthouse where the high-ranking officers have their offices. Back in basic training, the guys stuck on guard duty at night would sneak down here to meet up with their girlfriends for a little alone time, or at least they did until someone got caught and they locked off the door from the courthouse to the tunnel. As for getting out of here, I somehow doubt they left the cells unlocked and the doors unguarded.”

“If I can get the keys, can you get us out of here?” I ask.

“And how do you plan on getting the keys?”

“Someone has to come down here eventually. When they do, just be ready. I have a plan.”

“Darlin’, please don’t do anything foolish. Anyone who comes down here is going to be trained and most likely armed.”

“Don’t you darlin’ me. I’m still mad at you, Rane. When we get out of here, I have a few things to say to you, but for now, trust me. I got myself out of The Society and I can get myself out of this.”

“You’d best listen to her, Rane,” says Joan. “If she’s anything like the other women in our family, she’s as stubborn as a rock, and if she takes after her father, you’re in real trouble if you get on her bad side.”

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Hours pass in the dark with no sign of anyone. Old Joan has fallen asleep, judging by the snores coming from her direction. At least it gives Rane and I a chance to talk, though there are things between us that I don’t know how to fix.

“Why, Rane? Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”

“I don’t have all the answers, Ginger. It’s not easy to balance being someone’s doctor and their…boyfriend at the same time. That’s why there are rules about doctors treating patients that they have close relationships with. I’m not even a full-fledged doctor yet, so my experience is limited. As for being someone’s boyfriend, I have zero experience there. This is all new to me. I did what I thought was best, as a doctor. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You could have told me the truth and trusted that I could handle it.”

“Yeah, I know that now, but at the time I did what I could. Everyone expects me to know all of the answers, but I don’t. I’m not that much older than you and I have never dealt with anything remotely like this before. One day I’m walking along with not a care in the world except finishing my training and what I am going to eat for dinner and suddenly a half-dead girl drops into my arms, one who is being chased by The Society and has been impregnated against her will by The Society’s leader. Then I find out her parents have been murdered by The Society and my commanding officer is in league with them and is kidnapping children and wants to do the same to you. On top of all that I’ve fallen in love with you. I wouldn’t trade this for the world, but it’s all a little overwhelming and completely out of my comfort zone. I’m not perfect. I made a mistake and I will probably make more, but I didn’t do it out of malice. I was just dealing with things the best I knew how.”

Rane’s right. I have expected him to know what to do and to have all the answers. Maybe that wasn’t fair.

“I’m sorry.”

“Darlin’, what are you apologizing for? I’m the one who screwed up here.”

“I’m sorry for being unfair and expecting you to know all the answers and I’m sorry for running off without giving you a chance to explain. If I had stayed and listened instead of running away, we wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Does this mean your forgive me?”

“How about we agree that you will not keep secrets from me, no matter what, and I will stop running away from things instead of talking about them? We’ll start with that. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I put my hand through the bars to lay it on his chest, but instead of the warm, firm flesh I was expecting, my hand finds a sodden wet, bloody mess.

“I thought you said no more secrets! Why didn’t you tell me about this?” I exclaim, grabbing his hand and placing it on his bloody shirt.

“Darlin’, everything hurts. I didn’t notice.”

“How bad is it?”

“Well, if I didn’t feel it and there’s this much blood, likely pretty bad.”

I rip off another big strip from my shirt and hand it to him. At this rate I am going to be naked soon.

“Put that on the wound. I can’t see anything in the dark. I need you to check yourself and see if there is anything else that needs tending to,” I demand, more afraid than angry. If Rane’s hurt, then we need to get out of here sooner rather than later so he can get help, though I have no idea where that help will come from or how I am going to get an injured Rane, Joan, hopefully Dr. Anders, and myself out of here. The need to escape is making me feel like a caged animal and I swallow hard to fight back the urge to start screaming. I have to focus on my plan and pray that it works. It’s not long before I get a chance to find out.

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Cover Reveal

I am pleased to also be able to bring you the cover reveal for book 3 in this series! Check out the lovely cover of Undeniable Book 3 in the Seven Years Gone Series…

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~Blurb~

The time for war is upon them. Ginger and her Newfound family in Harrison must fight for the hard won freedom they hold dear. When the smoke clears, will things ever be the same again?

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Welcome To Lou’s Luscious Book Blog!!

Here it is my very first post on my brand spanking new blog! 

You may already know that I’m not new to blogging I used to blog at Relaxed Reads, but I fancied a change so Lou’s Luscious Book Blog is born!!

I’d love to say that I’ve set this up all by myself but I haven’t, I’ve had some help from the amazingly talented Liz Iavorschi-Braun.

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Liz has created my graphics for me, not just for on WordPress but on my Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram, G+ and my email header too. For that I will be ever grateful. After this little post it is only fair that the first book related post will be dedicated to Liz and her work as an author.

Lou’s Luscious Book Blog is where I’ll be posting my thoughts & feelings on books that I’ve read. I’ll be sharing interviews, cover reveals, spotlights on upcoming releases, from both authors I know and love as well as new to me authors too. They’ll even be some giveaways too!! The best way to keep up to date with all the goings on is to give me a follow, & join me on my social network sites too.

I look forward to bringing you all things book related and interacting with you all. 🙂 Come on in and take a look around, you might find something you like.