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AJ was asleep when he was woken up by the insistent buzzing of his phone. It was Saturday and he knew it was either his parents or his sisters asking him why he wasn’t at the family lunch. AJ didn’t think he could drive all the way to the Hamptons. He would have to call them back and make his excuses. He was relying on his mother’s need to baby him, to help with his dad. Adrian Senior would just send a helicopter to pick him up, but having this weekend with Katherine alone would help him get their relationship going. So he wouldn’t call them now. He was going to pretend he hadn’t heard his phone and maybe they would think their son was elbow deep in surgery.
AJ flopped back and closed his eyes. He was staring at the back of his eye lids, replaying the surgery he’d had that day. He liked doing that at the end of each day, try to reflect on everything that could have gone wrong, that did go wrong and a better technique to reduce the risk to the patient.
But lately all he could think about was caressing Katherine’s beautiful needy body. He could feel it call to him. Or that was just his insistent libido telling him to take her. His stomach always dipped at the sensual attraction that echoed from her to him and back again.
Just as the thoughts of Katherine filled his mind, her unmelodic, tone-deaf singing filled his ears.
“I’m glad we agree on that.” AJ said on hearing the lyrics. He’d jumped off his bed and headed toward the cat being skinned. And now he wasn’t standing before a cat, but before the most beautiful woman in the world, his woman. AJ knew now he had been the only man her creamy thighs had cradled, the only one her most intimate secret had invited in. Katherine was his, unsoiled by any other man’s hands, undefiled by any idiot’s attentions. She was perfectly made for him. A man of medicine and science, AJ rarely acknowledged God for much, but this time he had to say the big man in the sky had done a good job molding Katherine.
lance grossAJ titled his head as amused as he was curious, but definitely more aroused. The tug toward her was stronger than anything he had ever felt. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting on you,” her voice dripped with honey and a ravenous need that had his stomach doing flips.
“Are you sure you want to invite me in there.” His voice was deep and husky even to his own ears. AJ gazed directly into the hard silver lightning in her eyes waiting for a flicker of doubt.
“I don’t think you have a choice.” Katherine stared pointedly at his groin and he had to chuckle.
“Don’t you think I need more convincing?” AJ definitely did not. The question was more for her than it was for him. But the fire that lit in her eyes when he held her gaze as he moved closer to her, told him that she was ready for him. Katherine was definitely not the same girl from the bonfire. He liked this confident side of her, the ‘I get what I want and what I want is you.’ AJ stepped around the bathtub and urged her forward so that he could slip in behind her.
AJ put his hands on the sides of the tub, teasing her and at the same time restraining himself. She rubbed up against him and he bit back a curse. He took a deep breath trying to steady himself but Katherine seemed determined to drive him nuts. So he gave into his untamed desire.“Have you ever done it in a bathtub?”
There wasn’t a surface known to man that AJ hadn’t had sex on. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead what he said was, “Don’t think about anything else but the two of us. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you don’t forget this experience. Ever.”
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Katherine stared at the number as AJ’s phone rang. She wanted to grab it and let this Lisette girl know that AJ had already been taken. But just as her fingers reached for it, AJ walked into the room, a towel riding low on his hips while he used another to dry his hair.BLUE EYES
“Is that mine?” he asked.
“Yup, it’s been ringing for a while.” She watched him pick it up, waiting for the guilt to register on his face. But—nothing. Instead he answered the phone with a sweet ‘Yes sweetheart.’ She stared at him, frustrated and steamed.
Katherine leaped off the bed and stalked to her room. Her heart pounded so hard she was surprised it hadn’t flown out of her chest. She couldn’t remember being this angry. She had spent the whole weekend with AJ; they seemed to be in a love bubble. But it was Sunday night, and it looked like it was time for Cinderella’s carriage to turn into a pumpkin. She should have known AJ’s attention and adoration had a time limit. How else did he fit in the hordes of whores in his busy medical schedule?
She could feel the tears sting her eyes. And no matter how much she told herself AJ wasn’t worth crying over, her heart couldn’t stop weeping. It was her fault, she was the one asked to be ‘roommates with benefits.’ She was just getting what she asked for. She quickly swiped the tears away when she heard AJ’s approaching footsteps.
“Hey, it was just my sister. Apparently since I missed Saturday lunch, I have to make up for it by having lunch with her tomorrow.” He half snorted a laugh.
“I think we should be ‘roommates with benefits,’” she declared.

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Multicultural Romance Blog-A-Thon presents Delaney Diamond

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It is my pleasure to feature Delaney Diamond! She has an interesting yet controversial subject. Enjoy :) 

Is It Wrong Not to Want Kids?

 The desire to procreate is not only part of life, it’s a popular theme in romance novels. But what about people who don’t want children? Is there something wrong with them? People who do have kids always talk about the joys of parenthood, but they omit the very valid reasons why someone shouldn’t have any. I, personally, can think of four perfectly good reasons. Here they are in order of least to most important:

Four. You get a good night’s sleep. My four-year-old niece recently spent the night with me, and she took over the bed. How someone so tiny could take up that much space is beyond me. It wasn’t enough to have me hanging off the edge of the mattress, she had to…

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COVER REVEAL, ON CALL THE NEW YORKER II

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HEY GUYS, COMING THIS JUNE FROM SCP

AJ Ross has always focused his attention on two things, women and medicine. He was the best at both. He was the love them and leave them type. But when he moves in with a girl he had a fling with, a girl he cannot remember, his life slowly begins to unravel.lance gross
BLUE EYESKatherine had always done what was expected of her. She was daddy’s little obedient girl. But when her father arranges a marriage between her and her friend she begins to rebel. Katherine bumps into a man who gave her a night she could never forget. The problem is, he can’t seem to remember her. So when they end up living together her sole purpose is to make sure AJ Ross remembers the night he took her virginity.

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“I love this song,” he said as he moved towards her…

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It’s been a while….

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So its been a while since I last posted something. I have been busy, writing, editing and taking pictures. And when I am not doing that I am watching telenovelas, what some people call the unrealistic love stories. I started watching the spanish delights at a young age and at that time it was just something to do. But in 2010 i watched a novela called Sortilegio and I started getting hooked. It was at that time I had started writing, so when I watched Sortilegio it wasn’t just for the gratification.I was getting into the story, the characters, analyzing and critiquing. You’d think that would take the fun out of it but it didn’t. I fell in love with Alejandro as a character before loving William Levy as the guy who brings out the character. he was strong masculine, everything you want a hero in a book to be. But he was also sensitive and wasn’t afraid to cry, a real man. And Maria Jose I have to say was the stereotypical heroine, the damsel in distress kind of girl. I usually don’t like those kind of girls but her character also didn’t take any B.S especially from her love interest. The story the plot, how it unfolded was great and original.

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Some of the telenovelas at times just annoy the hell out of me that I just stop watching them. There have been a couple of them where you don’t see the resolution coming you wait til you get old and grey… and nothing. There was one that I absolutely gave up on, Aurora. it annoyed the hell out of me. The story was definitely original and intriguing, but…arggh! I completely gave up on it until one day my twin starts telling me about these other characters. So their love story basically starts at the second half of the show. Its like watching soccer the first half completely annoying and uneventful then the second the fireworks start. I get the first part, exposition and all that. but i think they should have given Martin and Vicky a little more time. Eugenio Siller and Vanessa Pose just gel as fictional characters and as a realistic couple (which they are not). I loved the growth, they went from point A to B. They had their ups downs roller coaster ride that thank God didn’t take 100 episodes.

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But when you think about the great love stories, Romeo and Juliet, Withering Heights, let’s say Casablanca, you think of the dynamics, the passion, the pain, the strength to get through the difficult times, the couples and most importantly the love. When I watch Aurora (ep 78-135) and Sortilegio I get this feeling that I can’t explain, it rises from the depths of my tummy, to my heart and i get this weepiness that is totally uncharacteristic for me and i feel great. I feel like those are the stories that i want to write, the emotions i want to invoke in people. Not focus on writing great work but capturing the beauty in the little moments that make fiction a reality and focusing on the miracle of  falling in love.

I want to fall in love someday and have that great passion that the Mexican’s seem to breathe on a daily basis.

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Blog Tour: The Queen of the Tearling by Erika Johansen

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Queen of the Tearling

Erika Johansen’s debut novel, The Queen of the Tearling, is a good read. It didn’t wow me like I hoped it would, but I still thought it had a number of excellent “reading moments” throughout. I enjoyed getting to know Kelsea and other characters. This book is set to become a movie, and I can see why. I recommend that you pick up this book and try it out for yourself to see if you like it- I tend to have very high expectations.

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HEY GUYS, COMING THIS JUNE FROM SCP

AJ Ross has always focused his attention on two things, women and medicine. He was the best at both. He was the love them and leave them type. But when he moves in with a girl he had a fling with, a girl he cannot remember, his life slowly begins to unravel.lance gross
BLUE EYESKatherine had always done what was expected of her. She was daddy’s little obedient girl. But when her father arranges a marriage between her and her friend she begins to rebel. Katherine bumps into a man who gave her a night she could never forget. The problem is, he can’t seem to remember her. So when they end up living together her sole purpose is to make sure AJ Ross remembers the night he took her virginity.

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“I love this song,” he said as he moved towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. “The words especially. What do you think?
“Uhmmm it’s great.”
“Is there room in there for two?”
She nodded, unable to trust her voice as a flush of heat swept through her. AJ was staring at her as if she was the last drop of water in a desert. He strode towards her, dropping his pants and stood before her intentionally. He wanted her to appreciate what she was getting and she did. AJ was eight inches and a brain. Katherine could have the best of two worlds, an intelligent conversationalist and a dedicated lover. She hooked her leg on the mouth of the tub, her creamy skin glimmering in the lights. She saw how his eyes roamed her body and felt the heat of his gaze as if it licked her body. His eyes started at her toes, down her calf to her thigh. He pointedly looked at what was hidden beneath the millions of tiny little bubbles. Unconsciously Katherine stroked her inner thigh, and AJ responded the only way he could, with a full salute.

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AJ was asleep when he was woken up by the insistent buzzing of his phone. It was Saturday and he knew it was either his parents or his sisters asking him why he wasn’t at the family lunch. AJ didn’t think he could drive all the way to the Hamptons. He would have to call them and make his excuses. He was relying on his mother’s need to baby him, to help with his dad. Adrian Senior would just send a helicopter to pick him up, but having this weekend with Katherine alone would help him get their relationship going.
Just as the thoughts of Katherine filled his mind, her unmelodic, tone deaf singing filled his ears. “….ooola ooola when you say my name I can feel the flame getting stronger, oh let me hear you say, ooola ooola we both feel the same and I can’t play this game any longer….”
“I’m glad we agree on that.” AJ had jumped off his bed and headed towards the cat being skinned. And now he wasn’t standing before a cat, but before the most beautiful woman in the world, his woman. AJ knew now he had been the only man her creamy thighs had cradled, the only one her most intimate secret had invited in. Katherine was his, unsoiled by any other man’s hands, undefiled by any idiot’s attentions. She was perfectly made for him. A man of medicine and science AJ rarely acknowledged God for much, but this time he had to say the big man in the sky did a good job molding Katherine.
“Are you sure you want to invite me in there.” His voice was deep and husky even to his own ears.
“I don’t think you have a choice.” Katherine stared pointedly at his groin and he had to chuckle. She was definitely not the same girl from the bonfire. He liked this confident side of her. AJ stepped around the bathtub and urged her forward so that he could slip in behind her.
“Have you ever done it in a bathtub?”
There wasn’t a surface known to man that AJ hadn’t had sex on. But he wasn’t about to tell her that. Instead what he said was, “Don’t think about anyone else but the two of us. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t forget this experience. Ever.”
 

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A Guest Post and Giveaway by Christina OW…. Why do readers love Historical/Regency Romance?

Why Do Readers Love Regency/Historical Romance?

 

Generally, I believe people read to relax and escape the real world and just be apart of someone else’s fictional world. Now, when it comes to Regency/Historical books, we crave a true escape from the modern world and all our troubles that mostly came with the age of technology. We all wonder how life would be without a lot of the technology present today and all the bills that come with it. What would it be like to live with no electricity and no pollution, to have someone speak to you like the human being you truly are and not a machine? What would life like if it were simple?

 
Historical romances are a true escape from the modern would to journey to an old simple life.

 
Others read historical/regency romances for the fantasy aspect of it and the majority of these readers I believe are women. The sensation of living the life of the rich and well born, wearing beautiful gowns—a different one for each time of day or social event, going to endless balls, mixing with royals and aristocrats, with handsome heroes ready to duel over a lady’s honor and being properly courted by respectable gentlemen… to just be apart of the Cinderella lifestyle. Ladies want to be treated with courtesy, to have men stand when you enter or leave a room, watch their language when they speak, open and close the door for you and a hundred other little things that existed at that time and practically extinct along with chivalrous men. But that could also be said about women—are their any respectable, decent ladies left after the end of the regency era?

 
If you are of one these readers be honest, do you sometime believe you were born in the wrong era?

 
And of course we can’t forget the bleeding heart romantics. Forbidden loves between the wellborn and peasants, arranged marriages that began with disdain and indifference before the characters finally developed a friendship that grew into a true love story. Or two characters who are madly in love with each other but can’t act on it because they are trapped in their marriages and honor demands they not commit adultery and of course the exciting illicit affairs between the members of the ton. Historical/Regency novels are true Cinderella stories that engaged readers until they become invested in the main characters love stories. This was the era that love matches were like unicorns and marriages were just business deals and to up one’s social standing.

 
Historical/Regency novels allow us to be apart of a world that doesn’t exist anymore, a society that we can love to love or hate because of all the social rules and restrictions especially when it came to love. We cry and we laugh with these characters and fall madly in love with them because the men are our Prince Charming and the women live the lives we wish still existed—well some part of it, I love the independence and the autonomy we have now from men—and live happily ever after.

 

Trial Of Love, a turbulent love story about a slave from America and the Earl who saved her from a fate worse than death.

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Blurb: After her mother’s death, Melanie’s life in America is full of heartache. Still, she has never allowed herself to despair. She was responsible for the care of her beloved father. Then he remarried a woman to wicked to be considered a mother to Melanie or her two sisters. After years of abuse, the stepmother sells Melanie off—to work in a brothel, and about to be sold to the highest bidder. Through a series of fortuitous events, Melanie falls into the care of Christopher, Earl of Ashworth, who has family issues of her own. The solution to his problems—and redemption for Melanie—wind together toward destiny.

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The darkness seemed to take shape inside my head, like black roses blossoming behind my eye lids. Then something strange happened, something absolutely insane. I was standing in the far corner of the room watching as he stomped his foot into something on the ground.
I moved closer. Cautiously I took a few quick steps towards him, and then stopped. I watched in disbelief. I was watching, no witnessing myself being beaten into a pulp, being stepped on like a little bug that didn’t have a single worth in the world. The sound of his grunts and curses echoed deep into the thick air. His voice ringing, burning in my ears. I could taste the blood in my mouth warm and coppery. Then as his foot lifted in the air one more time I cringed away, closing my eyes sure that this would be the final blow…
I’m not quite sure how I got here. In a puddle of my own blood, hurting so much that my body turned numb. I became one of those, you know who I’m talking about… the punching bags. I was once a woman so proud, my head held high. A head full of legal knowledge, by the way. But apparently not much of common sense. I should have followed my heart and kept my head, my fears and worries on mute. So how did I get here, love led me here, that’s how.
Two years earlier….
I walked into my Papa’s house, excited to be home. Breathing in that nostalgic scent of home a sense of belonging hit me. I was home. I was finally home. After years of studying and toiling to be what my Papa expected of me, this is where I wanted to be.
My Papa’s hacienda was in Sultepec, Toluca Mexico. The country side was beautiful and peaceful, a total contrast to the busy cities of Spain. This was the time that I needed to wind down before going to my new job in Mexico City. Papa had managed to get his friend to employ me at his law firm. I would like to think that my exceptional grades got me in, but the truth was, Senor Montero was my god-father and he felt obligated to give me a job. Sure enough with a little twist of the arm from my father, he agreed.
But that didn’t matter, I was home and I was free to enjoy the things that I denied myself for almost fifteen years. My father had sent me away when I was twelve. He either didn’t know what to do with a teenage girl, or he didn’t need a reminder of what he had lost. Staring at me every single day ever since my mother’s death, could have been too much for him.
I stepped out of the house, the bull pen where they trained the horses in front of me. Inside it, a man’s half naked body stared at me, teasing me invitingly. I almost didn’t notice the huge white stallion next to him. With the way his head was bent, the rim of his Stetson hid the better part of his face. But his lips were visible, twisted in a scowl, but that didn’t take away from their beauty. They were thick, full kissable lips. As for the rest of his body everything was bare for my scrutiny. His muscled chest glistened with sweat, and as he pulled the horse’s reigns, the muscles in his hands and chest tightened, the muscles in his jean clad thighs seemed like they were about to tear through the denim for freedom. What I would give to be that man’s main focus for just a second. Or an hour.
But just as my fantasies were running away with me, I had someone call my name, so I went back into the house. I could hear dragged footsteps and light thudding coming up behind me, and I immediately knew who it was. Years had gone by, but the sound of my grandmother’s footsteps had stayed with me.
“Elita,” She called in her husky Mexican accent, “Come here baby, give your grandmother a hug.” She held her wrinkled arms out to me and like a little girl, I rushed into them.
“Abuela how are you?” I gave her a hug and rested my head on her chest. I had dreamt of this for so many nights and finally getting to do it seemed like another dream.
“My baby, mi niña, how have you been?” She held me at arms length, taking in an eye full. I knew what she was going to say so I braced myself, “Why are you so thin?”
“I’m not thin.” I laughed through clouded eyes, my heart souring. “Where is Papa?”
“Where else would he be. He’s outside with the horses. Sometimes I think he prefers their company to mine.” I helped her into a chair, and then knelt at her feet. It felt like Christmas all over again, when I would unwrap gifts at her feet while she combed her bony fingers through my silk y locks.
“Go and see your Papa, I know you want to. I will tell Maria to make your favorite food.”
Maria was the cook and also an elderly woman. It was a wonder that she was still working for my father. “Maria is still here. I’ll go to the kitchen later and see her. Right now I’m going to find Papa. Will you be alright by yourself?”
“Sure I will.”
I ran out the sliding glass doors, the first thing I noticed were that the man with the horse was no longer there. Disappointed, I headed for the stables. Papa loved his horses more than anything else in his world; well not as much as he did me, hopefully.
“Papa!” I called out once I was in range. The stench that came out of the stables was terrible. It seemed to have formed an invisible screen wall that I dared not walk through. I stood a safe distance away, but still made sure that he could hear me. “Papa!” I called out again, a little louder this time.
“Gabriella,” he exclaimed happily as he walked the distance that I wouldn’t, “Mija, how have you been? Did the driver come for you in time?” He hugged me with all the dirt and straws of hay that he had picked up from the stables.
“I would have preferred it if you picked me up, but I see you’re busy with the horses.” I gave him a kiss on his forehead as I always did, but soon regretted it when a salt taste was left on my lips.
“I’m sorry one of the fouls was sick. I hope you understand.” He gave me a look that I couldn’t stay mad at.
“It’s fine Papa.” I gave him a kiss and hugged him as tight as I could, soaking up the love he had for me, and the sweat.
“Senor Lombardo, the foul seems to be fine.” A voice called from the barn. The deep velvety baritone rumble burrowed to my core.
“Tony, just leave it and come out here.” Papa instructed.
A feeling of excitement tickled me, but at the same time I was waiting to be disappointed. Most of the time I had seen men with booming husky tones but their voices never matched their bodies. But I wasn’t disappointed. Tony walked out of the barn and his sweaty body glistened in the sun. He looked like the picture that you only saw on the cover of novels or the leading men in the intoxicating telenovelas. His tanned skin brought out the beautiful almost hazel color of his eyes. His blonde hair was kept short and tidy, as his six pack abs were neatly stacked against each other.
I was hypnotized. Every sense in my body was drawn to him. I didn’t hear what the two men said. And when I saw him stretch his hand out, I took it, and immediately a million volts of energy soared through my body and landed on home plate. I almost purred like a fourteen year old girl faced by her first crush.
“It’s nice to meet you, Senorita Gabriella.”
I hang onto his tongue as he rolled the ‘r’ in my name. His voice went through my ears and fogged my head once more. My eyes were going into shock, roving from his eyes to his weakening smile, to the muscles in his arms then to his abs, knowing not what to look at next. I was in limbo, but a nudge from Papa cleared it all out. I cleared my throat and tried to get a grip on my hysterical hormones.
“You can call me Ela or Elita. My grandmother calls me Elita, Papa just calls me Ela. But you can call me whatever you want, Gabriella is fine too.” I was rumbling and soon I was out of breath. I breathed in through my nose and tried to play it cool, “It is nice to meet you too.” In my mind the direct translation was, come and get me cowboy!
“I think your father would prefer if I called you Senorita Gabriella.” He smiled once more and a slight whimper escaped my throat and a gasp from my lips, my hand flew to my mouth too late to save me from the embarrassment.
Tony’s broad beautiful face went into a smile.
Dear Lord.
His smile was my kryptonite and slowly this stranger was breaking down my walls brick by brick.
“I would,” Papa said.
Of course he would. Ever since I was a child father needed me to make a distinction between the servants and friends. ‘They are our employees not our friends’ he always said. But under no circumstance was I going to let Tony see me as his superior. I intended to be his equal and eventually his friend, and maybe something more, but much later on.
“Maybe you could take me for a ride sometime.” It sounded innocent in my head but the sly smile on Tony’s face told me different. At least, his mind was on the same wave length as mine, “On the horses, I mean. To see the fields, that is if you are not working.”
“Of course Senorita, I’m sure your father would also like to join us.” Tony in turn invited my father, awesome.
“Sure.” Papa smiled at me and I smiled back.
If Tony was one of his son’s friends, wealthy and powerful he would have never thought of inviting himself to my date. Papa and I walked back to the house and every couple of seconds I turned back and stole glances of Tony. He was a hunk of a man and all of me wanted him.
“Papa, where is Tony from?” I tried to make my voice to sound as casual as I could.
“I think he is from Toluca, why do you ask?”
“Nothing, I was just curious.”
The rest of the day dragged on. I had lunch with my family and helped my Papa plan my welcome home party. It was unnecessary, seeing that I had already been home a day and the party was for that weekend. But it was an excuse for my Papa to have his friends around, drink and brag about my accomplishments.
That night I sat out on my bedroom balcony, looking out at the fields. Everything was so peaceful and still, there was no noise to drive me crazy allowing me to fantasize about Tony in peace. My mind was the only place our relationship would thrive. He would be my fantasy boyfriend as my father went on a search for my husband.
I went to bed that night more frustrated than ever.

MY SELFPUBLISHED BOOKS

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for those who have read my books you know that i publish with LazyDay, Breathless, Crimson and Secret Cravings. I also had a publisher 5 Price but we parted ways. So i am used to the arms of an editor or publisher helping me along with my journey. But last year I self published the Mara Song and it did well-ish. it’s had not having that support system that a publisher offers you, but it is also somehow very satisfying when you put a book out all on your own. thank you ermisenda for the book covers.

so THE MARA SONG, is a bout a Kenyan (yey) girl who works at a tourist lodge. she gets taken in by a pretty face. She falls in love and its too late for her heart when she realizes that the man is getting married at her lodge. she ends up pregnant and has a valentine baby. well check out amazon and get a sample if you are not ready to commit yet.

marasong copyanyway today i am publishing on amazon, MY PATH. it is NOT a HEA. I know readers tend to frown of reality especially since they have to live it everyday. A book is an escape that happy place. I get i get it. But My Path is a bit of reality, that love isn’t always as great as it seems. That your night and shinning armor can turn into darthvador.  My sister already warned me that I may get some nasty comments about my book. Hell, I expect it, people are nasty even when you make the girl Cinderella give her her prince charming and five babies. here is the synopsis and excerpt. The book cover is by Ermisenda, thanks again. if you are going to hate it hate the story don’t attack the author.

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All Gabriella wanted to do was to go back home and work with her father on the ranch. But when she meets a young ranch hand she gets more incentive to stay on the hacienda. But her father has something else on his mind. He wants Gabriella to be married to his bestfriends son, to merge the two families wealth. Falling in love and running away with Tony, her father’s ranch hand, was not in his plans. Feeling like she finally got her happily ever after, Gabriella doesn’t expect Tony to turn on their love. The sweet romance soon turns violent and Gabriella considers going back home. Home seems to be the only place where things were normal and where her happiness existed.

Below is an excerpt from the book. I look forward to hearing from you.

The darkness seemed to take shape inside my head, like black roses blossoming behind my eye lids. Then something strange happened, something absolutely insane. I was standing in the far corner of the room watching Tony stomp his foot into something on the ground.

I moved closer. Cautiously I took a few quick steps towards him, and then stopped. I watched in disbelief. I was watching, no witnessing myself being beaten into a pulp, being stepped on like a little bug that didn’t have a single worth in the world. The sound of his grunts and curses echoed deep into the thick air. His voice ringing, burning in my ears. I could taste the blood in my mouth warm and coppery. Then as his foot lifted in the air one more time I cringed away, closing my eyes sure that this would be the final blow.

I didn’t know how long I was out; I wasn’t even quiet sure I was still alive. But then I took in a deep breath and noticed the strange scents in the room. This wasn’t the jasmine scent I sprayed in my house; it was more like a sterilizing detergent smell.

TAILOR BEFORE AUTHOR? I DON’T THINK SO

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I know I don’t post much but these days my brain is on a go slow because I have no life. Anyway. If you read my last post Tailor before author, I was talking about how writers now have to tailor make their stories so that random people they have never met could like the book and recommend it to other readers. Because the apparent purpose is to build a reader base. You know get guys to love your books so that they can invite other people to read them and those other people can like those books. The cycle continues until you have this little village that is your support group who help you raise and develop your talent. I am eternally grateful to my village. So I would like to ask my village to have an open mind about this book BLEED FOR LOVE. It is not really a romance book, it is more of a women’s fiction. Yes I am moving away from the lovey dovey to a bit more, i don’t know, not lovey dovey books. I want to get into thrillers and the only romance based books I will be doing is the New Yorkers. Anyway I digress.
TAILOR

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So I tried to tailor my book to get it to a point where the publishers will be like, yep that’s a good one, people will not hate us for putting it out there. And I did for half a night I was rearranging the story, but each change I made a piece of my heart sort of died. I felt like I was betraying my story. It’s not romeo and Juliet at all, its the Jlo and that guy in Enough kind of story. We have all had this blonde moments of insanity when we fall in love. Because essentially love is insanity. Most of the times the people we love struggle with who they are or what they are going through in their lives. They at times commit unspeakable evil but we love them anyway. The thing is when they hurt us it reaches a time when we have to say enough, i have to get out of this mess. Maybe we could help them along the way or let them die in their troubles, but nine out of ten times the love is still there. That is essentially what BLEED FOR LOVE is. When do you love yourself more than another person in order to save yourself. Sometimes Romeo is just Rome-wrong.
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So someone might say don’t bother, like the last review of my book BETRAYED that totally 86′d my sales (sticking my tongue out at you), but i say bother. Stories are not all meant to be the same. What’s the point of buying a new book if its exactly like the one you bought last week. I will be self-publishing BLEED FOR LOVE (out next week). it will be the second book I have self published the first being THE MARA SONG.
Why take a risk if its not for love. Click on the covers to the left and get a sample of my book, then buy my book. Mama needs to eat.
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