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A completely new look for the lovely @SherylBrowne’s fabulous books!

It’s my extraordinary pleasure today to welcome back to my blog the one and only Sheryl Browne. As you’re about to see, Sheryl’s a fantastic (and prolific!) author. And she’s also a wonderful friend and roomie unbelievably tolerant of other people’s (read: my) insomniac and slightly inebriated foibles. She’s a fabulous listener, a great cheerer-onner, and an all-round wonderful person. So when I discovered that all of her book covers had a bit of a stunning makeover, I invited Sheryl to come over here and do a bit of shouting. She’s too modest, you see, Sheryl is. She doesn’t like shouting about herself. But I got her, and here she is… give up for

Sheryl Browne!

Hi Nicky! Thank you for inviting me onto your beautiful, rocking blog and huge CONGRATULATIONS on the release of your delicious new book, Fallen for Rock! I tell you what, looking at that gorgeous cover, I could.

Talking of covers, Nicky has kindly allowed me to take up blog space and show off my very own re-vamped covers from Safkhet Publishing. Without further ado then, here we go … ta-dah!

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So, what am I all about? I think the recently released Birmingham City University Anthology, I am therefore I Write (in which I’m proud to say a first scene from my play, Life Class, was published), sums me up. I think Nicky would concur that the writer’s life is a frenetic one, juggling many humungous balls. Occasionally, we drop one and get squished. But we always come back fighting, because to an author, writing is simply as important as breathing. It might not buy us a holiday home in the Bahamas, or even Bognor, but it’s our life blood. We simply wouldn’t know how to be without it. A little bit madder, possibly, which brings me to one of my books, A Little Bit of Madness, from which my stage-play, Life Class, was written. The first scenes, excitingly, have already been work-shopped on stage at the Birmingham Repertory Theatre and, I have to say, I was rather gobsmacked when I realised my leading man was Dan Hagley, who plays Darrell Makepeace in BBC Radio 4’s, The Archers. My claim to fame! He was fabulous. I can’t thank him enough for his inspirational performance.

Generally, my aim is to bring readers poignant modern fiction. Taking a slight detour from my usual humorous, stories, my latest release is a thriller, which, quoting a fabulous review from Crime Fiction Lover “is well on the romantic spectrum of crime fiction”. No, I haven’t changed genres. My attempt is still to write edgy, humorous, heart-wrenching fiction for people’s enjoyment. I’m more exploring – as ever – the fragility of love, life and relationships. My books will always tend to turn around the family unit, looking at family dynamics and the tenuous bonds that hold people together, usually having a strong, but flawed, male lead. I think The Edge of Sanity, having at its heart a family torn apart by tragedy, does fall into that category.

And that’s enough about me! I leave you with my taglines, which might give you a flavour of the content behind the covers and also (because I couldn’t resist) a little peek at my heroes from Learning to Love and Warrant for Love. A girl has to dream.

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Keep safe.

Lots of love,

Sheryl

 Sheryl’s Books

(…and they’re hilarious, heart-warming, thought-provoking and thoroughly entertaining. Well worth a read. Sorry, couldn’t resist throwing that in! I’ll shut up now! ~Nicky)

Recipes for Disaster Sexilicious Romantic Comedy combined with Fab, Fun Recipes.

Somebody to Love –Sigh with contentment, scream with frustration. At times you will weep.

Warrant for Love Three couples in a twisting story that resolves perfectly.

A Little Bit of MadnessWhite Knight in Blue rescues The Harbour Rest Home.

Learning to Love Exploring the Fragility of Love, Life and Relationships.

The Edge of Sanity How far would YOU go to protect your family?

Aren't they gorgeous? Well worth a closer look, my friends! Go on. Don't be shy!

Aren’t they gorgeous? Well worth a closer look, my friends! Go on. Don’t be shy!

Heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal, a little Ohhhh la la! and thrills! Sheryl Browne brings you poignant, witty modern romance. A member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for Innovation in Romantic Fiction, Sheryl now has six books published with Safkhet Publishing.

Find, follow and stalk  Sheryl here…

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Sheryl is a Loveahappyending Lifestyle Author and Feature Editor.  Twitter: @sherylbrowne

Go on. What are you waiting for?

Thank you for visiting today, Sheryl, I’m so glad you could make it. :-) Rock on!

CentreStage proudly presents: Lisa Gillis and the release of the D-String Set #Rock #Romance

 You know me. I love my rock stars. I love my romance. So much so that I spend my life dreaming up stories about rock stars and, you know, ordinary girls (like me, for example) and then writing books about it. Turns out I’m not alone with my particular affliction!

Not too long ago, I was minding my business on Twitter, as one does (actually, more like sticking my nose in everybody else’s business, but that’s what Twitter is for, right?) when I started chatting with Lisa. Lisa loves rock. Lisa loves romance. Lisa writes rock star romance. OMG! It was like meeting a sister that I didn’t know I had on the other side of the Atlantic!

So we started looking out for each other and chatting some more (it’s not as dodgy as it sounds, this is a strictly rock ‘n’ roll kind of relationship! Well, exactly!) and it turns out that Lisa is releasing an almighty rock romance box set this summer. In fact, it’s out now! So I’ve invited Lisa to tell you some more about it. Give it up for Lisa Gillis!

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ABOUT THE D-STRING SET

Last summer (says Lisa) I debuted my new series Six Silver Strings.

The G-Strings Set starring Jack Storm, rock star, and single mom Marissa Dupleux won you over with a sinfully sexy yet moody musician, and a slightly star-struck heroine. Throw in a couple of dogs, a precocious toddler, sizzling chemistry between Jack and Marissa, and this cast is not easy to leave behind.

This summer I bring you the D-String Set and a whole different decade for your rock star reading addiction.

Matt Loren and Jules Breaux grew up on opposite coasts. However, the first steamy meeting between the two makes it more than obvious that six states wouldn’t have kept these star-crossed lovers apart forever.

Jules, daughter of two jet-setting parents, is a rebel, and a borderline alcoholic in the opening chapters. Matt, who turns up in Los Angeles to meet his estranged father, is responsible in every way. The two are drawn together by their love for music, and talent for composing it. In the creation of a band, they become fast friends-and just as quickly become more. They hide their steamy affair for the sake of the band. At least, that’s their excuse to each other and themselves. As the chapters move along, each have their own reasons for embracing a noncommittal relationship as tightly as they embrace one another when no one is looking.

This hot love affair, and the tension that comes with it, spans almost a decade during a time when saying “I’m sorry” wasn’t as easy as having a cell phone at the fingertips and time when keeping tabs on an ex wasn’t a social network page away.

The series is released as a box set, which means hours of uninterrupted summer reading ahead.

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EXCERPT

“How many times can I apologize?”

With the chair in her hand, and magazine in other, she couldn’t fend him off when he retaliated by pulling her back against his wet length, and by grabbing her. He couldn’t seem to get enough of the little bit of weight gain covered at the moment by her bikini top.

“Can I help it if I like your apologies?”

Jules tried to glare at him, but she couldn’t. The memory he’d just alluded to was only a few weeks old. They had been alone in his bedroom, and she couldn’t even remember what she had been sorry for. It had been something silly… just an excuse to goof off… to fool around… to go down.

The blush heating her face had to be visible even in the hot sun. Thankfully, both Candi and Marc were somewhere on a wave far behind them as Matt was just coming in from an attempted ride on the board. Several people were scattered on the beach, but seemed to be paying no mind to them. It was a good thing. Because Matt must have remembered the aforementioned apology in detail as soon as he said it.

“You have only yourself to blame.” Jules told him when she felt his plight.

“That’s just not true. I blame you. Surfing in your little bikini. Sitting here in your little bikini…”

His hands had dropped to her waist. Maybe in self-defense to remind her she was a human shield. Water dripped from his hair as he bent his head, speaking his seductive words right next to her ear. Seducing her in front of at least a dozen people, ankle deep in high tide, at high noon.

MEET LISA GILLIS

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Browse Lisa Gillis Personal Web Page |  Friend Lisa the Drama Queen Gillis on Facebook | Visit Lisa’s Kindle Author Page | Google Plus Lisa’s BlogTwitter

Lisa Gillis resides in Texas and often references this state in her books. Writing is a recent passion, and she strives in her books to blend a perfect mixture of fantasy and reality. Her love for music, bands, and concerts inspired her Strings Series. When she is not writing those little voices out of her head while listening to music, she is making her own noise on drums or guitar. You can visit her at http://www.rockstarreads.com/

Buy the SET!

Grab Lisa’s box set on Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk now!

 Ah, we love our rock stars around here, don’t we?

Rock on, peeps, and thanks to Lisa for visiting!

Paper Wishes with Jennifer M. Eaton

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In fact, welcome to the last CentreStage of 2013! It’s only fitting, therefore, that it should be a very special edition indeed. One that combines music with winter romance. I have the wonderful Jennifer M. Eaton here today to talk about her latest release. Take it away, Jen!

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Merry Christmas!  I love this time of year, don’t you? Except for the snow. I can really do without the white stuff.  Unless I can stay home. I just don’t like to drive in it.

Did you catch that rambling? That was me beating around the bush because Nicky asked me to come up with a song for my Christmas romance Paper Wishes.  Shoot that was hard!

I think I found the perfect song though… but then I had to find a video of someone who didn’t butcher the heartfelt lyrics!  This is very unlike me, but I’m going for a classic voice to go along with my contemporary novel.

In Paper Wishes, we start off with Jack pining for his best friend Jill.  But when Jack gets his Christmas wish… a date with the office she-devil, Jill suddenly realizes how alone she would be without him.

So, what’s the song? Here you go:

Take a listen while you enjoy the first chapter of Paper Wishes.

And if you are feeling Christmasy, Paper Wishes is available now for only $.99! Give your Ereader a stocking stuffer. :-) Click here to buy it now

Paper Wishes: The Blurb…

Jill has no idea what she wants for Christmas, but when it looks like her best friend Jack is going to get exactly what he asks for, Jill makes a Christmas wish that will change both of their lives forever.

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…and the Excerpt

I scrolled the words Dear Santa across the page. For crying out loud, how stupid is this?

“Come on, Mom,” Nicole said, placing a long fold in her letter. “It’s not that hard.”

I dropped my pen on the table. “It’s hard if you’re a grown-up.”

“Just write down what you want.” She bent and tucked the folds together, molding her letter into a perfect origami star.

“But I don’t want anything.”

Nicole held up her creation, scratching a freckled cheek. “Everyone wants something.” She fastened a paperclip to her star and hung it on the Christmas tree. The matte paper stood out from the bright glass ornaments.

I ran my fingers across my bare neckline. I’d love to have back the ornate silver and gold necklace that Nicole broke a few months ago, but I couldn’t write that. It would hurt her feelings.

“I’m too old to be writing to Santa,” I announced.

“Then write to God. He listens too.”

I narrowed my eyes. Stinker. “Okay…” I placed my pen on the sheet and crossed out Dear Santa. “Okay. Dear God.” I sighed. “It’s not helping. I still don’t know what to ask for.”

I threw my long, dark ponytail over my shoulder and tapped my pen across the sheet, leaving a wavy line of dots marring the clean, white-lined paper.

Nicole shook her head, jostling her auburn locks. “Come on, Mom. Just write something. It’s God. He already knows what you want.”

“Then can He tell me?” The rumble of the school bus granted me a temporary respite. “Grab your lunch.”

“Got it.” She tossed the brown bag into her backpack and grabbed her jacket off the back of the chair. “See you later, Mom.” The screen door slammed behind her, rattling the knickknacks on the shelf beside the door. The frigid December air swirled through the kitchen, pushing the paper across the table.

I tossed my pen to the side and poured myself another cup of coffee. Liquid heaven rolled down my throat. Well, day-old reheated liquid heaven. I tossed the rest down the sink. Coffee Stop drive-through here I come. I popped the last bit of toast into my mouth and grabbed my car keys.

The nearly empty sheet of paper shifted across the tabletop as I passed by. The words Dear God taunted me.

Writing the letter didn’t seem like a game anymore.

Dear God… it doesn’t get more serious than that.

What do I want? I hadn’t thought of it much since Bill took off on us. The pressure of being both Mommy and Daddy left little time for thinking about me. What I wanted was for Nicky to be happy. Nothing else seemed to matter.

I eased back down into my chair, picked up the pen, and began tapping it on the paper again. Another line of scrolling black dots appeared across the sheet. What do I want… really? My wrist flicked, and I wrote the word please.

I stared at the letters, and before I knew it a sentence had formed. Fifteen little words stared up at me, the blue ink solid and demanding on the white ruled page.

Permanent, but ridiculous.

It’s not even what I want. I crumpled the letter into a ball and tossed it over the counter. It scooted across the beige surface before slipping off and falling into the trashcan.

Done.

I’m too old for Christmas wishes anyway.

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Paper Wishes is on sale now for just $.99!  Snuggle up with a great Christmas Romance today! Click here to buy it now!

About Jennifer M. Eaton

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Jennifer M. Eaton is a contemporary blender of Science Fiction, Dystopian, and Romance.  Her work ranges from the sweet contemporary romances of Paper Wishes, to the dystopian society of Last Winter Red and Optimal Red, with a dusting of young adult paranormal just for fun in The First Day of the New Tomorrow.

While not off visiting other worlds, Jennifer calls the East Coast of the USA home, where she lives with her wonderfully supportive husband, three energetic boys, and a pepped up poodle.

Full time team leader, full time mom, and full time novelist… what more can you ask for?  Writing help did you say?  Well, sure!  Jennifer hosts an informational blog aimed at helping all writers be the best they can be. Stop on by and chat. She loves to hear from fans! http://www.jennifermeaton.com/

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Paper Wishes:  Jill has no idea what she wants for Christmas, but when it looks like her best friend Jack is going to get exactly what he asks for, Jill makes a Christmas wish that will change both of their lives forever.

Last Winter Red:  In search of a husband, Emily leaves the safety of the city and risks her life stepping into the outside world.  What she finds there will question the foundations of everything she believes in. Available as part of the Make Believe anthology.

The First Day of the New Tomorrow: Maya dreams of having everything she wants, but when she gets it, she can’t give it back fast enough. (Coming in September, 2013 from Muse It Up)

 Woohoo! Congratulations on your latest release, Jennifer, and wishing you a fabulous Christmas! May all your (paper) wishes come true… Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Such a lovely title! XX Rock on… :-)

In A Word: MURDER! CentreStage with Jane Risdon

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Today, it gives me immeasurable delight to welcome back the one and only Jane Risdon: rock star’s wife, photographer, great friend, and author extraordinaire. Jane is here to tell us about a couple of short stories that she has published in a recent anthology. Here goes… the stage is yours, Jane!

In A Word: Murder
A Crime Anthology

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 Featuring:
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By Jane Risdon

The world of blogging has opened up a whole new way in which to make friends for me.  Since starting my own blog in 2011 I have come into contact and made friends with so many wonderful people, I sometimes have to pinch myself to convince myself it is all real – in a cyber-space reality sort of manner.

Not only have I made amazing friends, but I have also linked up with many talented authors and bloggers who have decided to include me in their daily visits online.  It has been such an enriching experience; one that has enabled me to contribute to various charitable publications they have undertaken for causes close to their hearts – and mine.

Those who know me are aware that I have already contributed several short stories to anthologies in aid of such charities and I am so proud to be able to share my latest contributions with you here.

In A Word: Murder is a collection of Crime stories written by award winning crime authors from around the world.  I am not aware winning but for some reason I have been included in this collection.

The stories are set in the world of publishing; book publishing and in my case music publishing too.  The book is dedicated to Crime writer, Blogger and Editor, Maxine Clarke, (aka Petrona), who died last year in The Princess Alice Hospice, Esher, Surrey, and proceeds from the sale of each book goes to the Hospice.

My two short stories cover the world of book publishing and music publishing.

Hollywood Cover Up is set in Beverley Hills where a young English woman finds herself working for the rich and famous, the movers and shakers in Music, Movies and Book Publishing and at the heart of Politics.  She soon finds herself in danger, on the run from those who employed her to run their homes and lives.  Just what did Tuppence see that caused her life to be threatened and which brought her to the attention of Washington and The Secret Service?

This is based on my experiences in Hollywood, living and working alongside the very type of people my story is about.  Once I got my head round the idea of book publishing which I felt couldn’t be that much different to music publishing, I was off.  So many experiences and memories….

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Dreamer is set in England in the late 1980’s music scene, and is about a young Rock band, Dreamer, who have just been given their big break.  An international Record and Publishing Company, Gypsy Music, wants to sign them and a powerful American Music Mogul wants to manage them.  They’ve got it made.  At least they would, if it were not for one person standing in their way.

I’ve worked in the international music business for almost all my life and I know it inside out.  I’ve managed people who would happily kill their own mothers to get what they want and when confronted with the theme for In A Word: Murder, I immediately conjured up some of them.  It wasn’t difficult, believe me.

I’ve based the American manager on several people I had dealings with over the years, and one in particular, sent over from The States to ‘help’ us with a new artist our mutual record label had signed.  He was a star a living legend and subject of many books, and all his artists were and still are, super stars.  To say he had ‘interesting’ friends and ‘methods’ would be understating the whole experience.  He was a ‘family’ member and wanted us to join his ‘family’ and be looked after by him and the rest of the company.  He could ‘open’ doors and ‘smooth’ the way…..if!  If we gave over soul control of our act to him, if we would cut him in, if, if if…….

We played the game for a while and then did the unthinkable and the most dangerous thing he could imagine; we turned him down.  We waited with bated breath for the horses head and concrete boots but for some reason it amused him and the record label….they took it on the chin and put it down to our being so ‘British!’

He wasn’t the last in a long line of ‘friends,’ over the years and many in the same boat as us didn’t fare so well.  We survived.  Others didn’t.  We spent over 15 years with the ‘family,’ but he went on to pastures new and without our ever giving him anything.

Both stories are based on a lifetime of experiences in the Entertainment business, Hollywood and the rest of the world.  They say write about what you know, and I know this world all too well.  Writing these stories was really easy in the end.  It came naturally.  Worrying eh!

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In A Word: Murder features stories by Margot Kinberg (author/editor), Pamela Griffiths (author/poet), Paula K Randall (author), Jane Risdon (author), Elizabeth S Craig (author) and Sarah Ward (author).

Buy it here: Amazon US Kindle | UK Kindle

Find out more about…
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Extract from Dreamer
by Jane Risdon © 2013

Jake held his face where Mickey had bashed him; eyes filled with hatred he grabbed his guitar case and placed his beloved Gibson inside.  He took his book of lyrics off the desk and shoved it inside his back-pack.  Bozz stared at the floor, totally gutted at what had just happened to his childhood mate.  He really didn’t like this one bit.  Rab shook his long brown hair, his face in his hands, seriously freaked by it all. But neither would rock the boat; ruin their chances, miss out of the chance of a lifetime, however distasteful.

Only Mickey seemed to be fine with things, he glared at Jake, and then sat back down tapping out a rhythm on the arm of the sofa with his new Zildjian sticks.  The band was getting sponsorship deals for their gear, arranged by the record company; lots of perks were coming their way. And not just perks; there were the advances from the record deal and the publishing to look forward to.

Why should they lose out on all this because of Jake? Nope, he wasn’t going to miss out because of that stupid bastard.  No way.

‘Go home Jake, I’ll get your stack to you and the rest of your gear tomorrow.’ Bo held the control room door open.

‘This isn’t the end, you bunch of shits; you’ll come crawling back when you need new material, well screw you, screw the fuckin’ lot of you!’ Jake kicked the desk as he passed Bo.

In A Word: AWESOME!

Thank you, Jane, for showcasing your short stories and this anthology here today. I am hooked ~ IAWM is ready and waiting for me on my Kindle. Wishing you every success and all the best for a rocking festive season… Here’s hoping you can visit me again in 2014!

CentreStage: Lisa Casian with BLOODROSE

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Today it’s my great pleasure to celebrate Lisa Casian’s launch of her dark fantasy novel, BLOODROSE. Here goes:

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By Lisa Casian

Dark Fantasy | Publisher: Breathless Press | Release Date: November 29, 2013

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 The Blurb

Isabeau’s life is haunted by nightmares her brother insists are a lie. Bowen’s looking to revenge himself against his father while helping his friend. When they meet, all hell breaks loose against Isabeau. Can Bowen protect her? Is love ever the safe choice?

Newly convinced by a mentor to value human life, Bowen, a Shade Hunter, has withdrawn from aristocratic society in pursuit of the creature that made him into the evil that consumes him—his father. Bowen’s plans are thwarted when he assists a wealthy earl in finding his missing fiancé. He’s drawn to the man’s beautiful sister, Isabeau. Bowen soon realizes that their fates are intertwined and she’s aroused a passion in him he’d never thought possible.

Isabeau Harington has always lived in fear. Surviving an attack that killed her parents, she always believed the monsters would return for her. When she meets Bowen, a mysterious, charismatic stranger who drives away those fears, she learns that the very man she’s falling in love with may be in league with the monsters hunting her. As a pawn in an Immortal’s scheme, Isabeau must make the ultimate decision—love or safety?

ISBN: 978-1-77101-181-5

Heat Rating: 3 | Word Count: 73165 | Release Date: November 29, 2013

Order from Breathless Press

Wow. Well, how’s that for something enticing of a Wednesday morning? I’m hooked. Lisa has shared her playlist with us, too, take a look at her selection:

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About the Author

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Lisa Casian has always had a fascination with the darker side of characters. When not writing, she enjoys learning about tactical fighting, zombie warfare, and various weapons of mass destruction through the gamers in her household. She has five of them. Bloodrose is her debut adult novel.

You can find Lisa online: Facebook | Blog | Twitter

WIN!

 Lisa is giving away prizes to three lucky winners!
1st place, ebook copy of Bloodrose + a set of book swag
2nd & 3rd place winners will recieve a set of swag
ENTERE HERE, AND GOOD LUCK: a Rafflecopter giveaway

CentreStage with Robin Leigh Morgan ~ I Kissed A Ghost

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Today, it’s my great pleasure to welcome the wholly unique Robin Leigh Morgan to my blog. Robin has put together an interview to tell you all a little more about herself… and an anniversary promotion that she is running for the next three days. Read on to find out more! Robin, the stage is yours….

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Let’s begin by you telling us a little about yourself?

Of course, by now you and your readers know I love listening to music. How else would I be able to post my musical responses each week?

I’m a retired NY City employee who’s been married for 20 years today [November 20th] with no children. A few years ago, I stopped writing commentaries for a community newspaper after writing them for over ten years. During this time while I’d been working I also started writing [on/off] an adult Contemporary romance. However, after ten years I still had no success.  It wasn’t until someone suggested I should write for a younger audience that my writing finally blossomed, and I wound up writing my first YA Paranormal/Time Travel/First Kiss romance novel entitled “I Kissed a Ghost.”

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Given this week is not only my 20th anniversary, it’s also my OH’s birthday. I’m having a special promotion for the KINDLE edition in the US and the UK through November 23d. In case you’re wondering about my picture, ever since I began making my presence known on the internet I’ve never posted my own picture, and neither has my OH; mostly due a sense of wanting some privacy in our lives. 

Would you care to leave an excerpt from your novel for my readers?

I feel a single excerpt from a published book is limited in what it can offer regarding the book.  Instead, if anyone is interested in reading several UNEDITED SNIPPETS from the book, please check out the “GHOSTLY WHISPERS” entries of these blog sites:
http://www.mypennameonly.blogspot.com or
http://www.mypennameonly.wordpress.com

How did the idea of the story come to you?

To tell the truth, the whole story had been one of pure imagination, as I wrote it, I saw different ways of letting the story develop, and chose one which I felt could be built upon. In the beginning I did have a skeleton of an outline for the storyline and nothing more.

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When it comes to your writing, do you consider yourself to be a plotter or a pantser?

I’d probably say a little of both. As I said in the above, I made a skeleton of an outside, writing down the basic plot points I’d like to hit as the story unfolded; and as a sculptor starting with a wire base of what they’d like to have, I added material, then took some away, until I had the finished product I had in mind.

Titles are at times more difficult to come up with than the actual writing of the book itself. How did you come up with yours?

Selecting a title for a book had been a very challenging experience for me; but after racking my brain over it, I decided to merely summarize the premise for the entire story in as few words as possible until I had something which could be used as the title for my book. Hence, since the story is about a girl [Mary] and her kissing the ghost [George] she had living in her house; the story had to be called, “I Kissed a Ghost.”

What is your current writing endeavor?

It’s actually the adult contemporary romance I’d started years ago with a paranormal element that runs through parts of the storyline.  With all the experience I’ve gained writing “I Kissed a Ghost,” I’ve chosen to write it anew from the beginning. And this time around I’m finding it a lot easier than the first time.

Would you care to share an unedited excerpt from your WIP?

I’d be delighted to share unedited one here. In this excerpt Warren Ashton had showed up at Jessica door as she ate her dinner with a letter stating she’s ready to use his services as an architect. In this excerpt we learn something shocking about the letter from William Griffith:

With a melancholic tone in her voice Jessica replied “We’d lived together for two years; but about fourteen months ago, a month before we were to be married, he died.”

Warren couldn’t believe Jessica’s answer and felt compelled to inquire, “Did you just say he died?”

“I did.”

A look of total disbelief and shock came over Warren.

“If he’s dead…then how–then how did I get this letter? And why now, so long after he has died?”

“I’ve received several letters from him since his death, and I’ve stopped trying to figure it out. But there’s one thing which is certain whenever I’ve receive one, something important is about to happen in my life.”

“I guess I must be the next important thing in your life” replied Warren jokingly, eyeing Jessica as he spoke.

Where else can we find you on the internet?

FaceBook | FaceBook Fan Page GoodReads |  LinkedIn |  Twitter 

Nicky, I feel quite honored being allowed to take the Center Stage so your readers can find out more about me and my debut YA Paranormal romance novel.  THANKS for having me.  I await the comments and questions of your readers.

And no I haven’t forgotten to post a musical selection here, I only do responses, I don’t instigate them.  :-)

Wow! Congratulations on your 20-year anniversary, Robin, what a big day for you! Thank you for taking the time to visit here today and for sharing the joy with my readers by way of a special promo. Rock on! Wishing you best of luck for the next 20 years and the next 20 books…. :-)

The Wind Weeps… with Anneli Purchase

CentreStage with Anneli Purchase!

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Welcome to CentreStage! I’m absolutely delighted to turn the floor over to my fabulous Canadian friend Anneli Purchase. For those of you who might not know her, Anneli is the author of three moving and captivating novels. When she’s not writing, she’s often busy taking photos and sharing them via her blog in wonderfully inspiring posts. She’s also a tremendous supporter of fellow authors and great fun to hang out with on the social networks. While she lives in Canada, she had a German mother, and we quite often compare memories of German-inspired childhood traditions concerning Easter, Christmas and other assorted holidays.  Today, she’s come to showcase her debut novel, The Wind Weeps. Take it away, Anneli!

The Wind Weeps

The setting for my novel The Wind Weeps is the west coast of British Columbia. The situation that develops in this story is fiction and a bit bizarre, but it is one that, with variations, has actually taken place more than once on this coast. If you want adventure and suspense, along with a good love story, maybe this is the book for you.

Why did I choose this title?

Have you ever heard high winds roaring through the trees in a windstorm? On the coast of British Columbia what isn’t rock is trees. When the southeast winds scream across the water and then, making landfall, get hung up in the tall firs and cedars, the whooshing of the wind alternates between howling and whining. Unsettling sounds, even when you have your life in order, but when you wish you were elsewhere and have absolutely no escape, the wind almost begs you to join it in its weeping.

My Main Characters

Andrea is a happy young woman who leaves her boring city job back east and comes out west for a life of adventure. She is determined to learn to get by on her own in a world that is much more raw than the sheltered city life she left behind.

She is a head-turner. Men are attracted to her good looks, but she is apparently oblivious to the effect she has on them.

Jim ~ Every woman’s Mr. Right, he is handsome, humble, capable, fun to be with, and sexy without trying to be.

Robert ~ Strong, tall, handsome, with a magnetic personality…and secrets he keeps hidden.

The Story

When she finds a job on the wharf in a small west coast town, she has her choice of men, but naively, she gets caught up in too much of a good thing. There’s a song by Glenn Frey that was made just for her.

“Are you gonna stay with the one who loves you
Or are you goin’ back to the one you love?
Someone’s gonna cry when they know they’ve lost you
Someone’s gonna thank the stars above”

Poor Andrea makes the wrong choice and pays the price. When she ends up in a desperate situation, she often hears the wind and wants to weep with it.

But wait, she’s made of stronger stuff than that. She is determined to find a way out. As we follow Andrea in her dilemma, we travel the coast and experience it as if we were in the boat with her, in the forest with her, in the remote towns with her, in a life of hell with her, hanging onto a sliver of hope.

The Wind Weeps

The Wind Weeps is available as a paperback or as an e-book at smashwords.com and all amazon outlets. Click on the links for more information.

amazon.com | amazon.co.uk | amazon.de | smashwords.com

Please visit my webpage at anneli-purchase.com or my blog at http://wordsfromanneli.wordpress.com

The perfect Christmas gift idea! Choose from three of my novels:
The Wind Weeps, Orion’s Gift, or Julia’s Violinist.

Wow! That’s your Christmas wrapped up, folks. Anneli’s books are well worth a read, believe me. #LoveThem

Thanks to Anneli for stopping by here today. I’ll always think of you when the wind rustles the trees outside my bedroom window…

CentreStage with Cat Lavoie: Introducing “Zoey & the Moment of Zen”

Welcome to CentreStage!

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It’s my enormous pleasure to introduce you to a new friend I recently made in a fabulous Facebook group. Give it up for the one and only Cat Lavoie! Cat has recently released her new novel, Zoey & the Moment of Zen. She’s sharing with us today the blurb and… *Nicky cheers very loudly indeed* Zoey’s playlist!! Read and be ready to be wowed!

Zoey & the Moment of Zen

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When coffee shop owner Zoey Everwood takes her obsession with ex-boyfriend Braden too far, everyone—except Zoey—is convinced a bit of fun in the sun at the Moment of Zen Wellness Resort will help her get over him once and for all.

But Zoey’s relaxing vacation turns out to be anything but peaceful when she meets Shane Lawson, a resort guest who bears a striking resemblance to Braden. And things get even more complicated when the resort’s owner starts spilling secrets about Zoey’s aunt Nessa, the woman who raised her. Add a snarky Wellness Coordinator and Nate Holmes—Shane’s grumpy friend—to the mix, and you’ve got the recipe for a perfect tropical storm.

When Zoey comes back home with a new husband instead of tacky souvenirs, she must convince everyone she hasn’t completely lost her mind. As Zoey and Shane struggle to keep the magic alive outside the resort, Zoey discovers that she isn’t the only one having trouble letting go of the past. And when Nate drops a bombshell that changes everything, Zoey must decide if the old saying is true—what happens at the Moment of Zen stays at the Moment of Zen.

Get your moment of Zen here: :-)
eBook – Barnes & Noble | eBook – Kobo | Amazon

ZOEY’S PLAYLIST: MUSICAL Q&A WITH ZOEY EVERWOOD

Song that reminds you of someone from your past: “Un-break My Heart” by Toni Braxton. Whenever I hear it, I think about my ex, Braden.

Song you sing at the top of your lungs when no one is around:  “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga. I usually sing (and dance!) along to it when I’m closing up the coffee shop at the end of the day. Thank goodness the customers don’t see my horrible dance moves because we’d probably go out of business really fast!

Song that reminds you of your childhood: My aunt Nessa has developed a love of Mozart and Beethoven in the last few years but, growing up, it was more classic rock than classical music. Whenever I hear “More Than a Feeling” by Boston or “Roxanne” by The Police, I remember sitting in the passenger’s seat of her car and singing along with her.

Favourite karaoke song: “If I Could Turn Back Time” by Cher. But I’ll only sing it if my best friend Dar is on stage with me… and if I’ve had a few cocktails.

 Song you know every single word to: Easy. “You Were Meant For Me” by Jewel. I know it by heart—I could sing it right now if you want… No? Okay.

Song that would play in the movie of your life:  “She Works Hard for the Money” by Donna Summer would play in the opening credits over a montage of me working in the coffee shop.

Best song to cry to: “Someone Like You” by Adele. Can anyone listen to that song without tearing up?

Wow. Love love LOVE this playlist, and what a great way to introduce a character. Thanks for sharing, Zoey! X :-)

About Cat Lavoie
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Cat Lavoie was born in the small town of Jonquière in Québec, Canada. At the age of nineteen, she packed up her things (mostly books) and moved to the big city of Montreal where she currently lives with her tempestuous cat Abbie–who is both adorable and quite possibly evil.

An incurable Anglophile since her university days where she studied English Literature, she can often be found daydreaming about her next trip to London. Since she’s an expert at the art of procrastination, Cat is easily distracted by cooking and home improvement shows–even though she’s not particularly good at either.

Cat grew up watching soap operas and legal dramas and–had she not decided to be a claims analyst by day and write chick lit by night–she would have probably become a designer suit-wearing lawyer. Or a character on All My Children (which is what she really wanted to be when she was twelve).

Cat is not sure whether she’s a geek or a nerd–and is afraid she might be both. Cat blogs about the writing life and posts adorable pictures of Abbie over at the Catenabi Chronicles. Come say hello at: http://www.CatLavoie.com and follow @Catenabi on Twitter.

AWESOME!

Huge congratulations on your launch, Cat, and thanks for sharing these fabulous songs. I’m all a-rocking here! :-)

Folks ~ give Zoey, her playlist, and her moment of Zen a warm welcome and let’s hear your thoughts!

Cover Reveal and e-Launch: The Consequences Collection by Melanie Robertson-King

Welcome to a Saturday Special Edition of CentreStage!

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Today, I’m giving my blog over to the lovely Melanie Robertson-King all the way over in Canada as she celebrates a cover reveal and the e-launch of her latest publication. Are you ready for the Consequences?

“If you could see the consequences – would you?”

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Special thank you to Madliz Coles whose kind permission made it possible to use her evocative photograph as the cover image for my anthology.

Blurb:

The Consequences Collection is an eclectic compilation of twelve stories ranging from non-fiction through creative non-fiction to pure fiction, in prose and poetry.

The story of a Scottish Home Child is based on fact and told from the child’s point of view; The Mystery Woman of Kinettles is a non-fiction article on the appearance and subsequent disappearance of a woman’s body near the Wellington County House of Industry (Poor House) in 1879 Southwestern Ontario.

Some of these stories are lighter than others, and some might even beg you to leave the lights on.

Excerpt from the cover story Consequences:

Splat! The mail landed on the ceramic tile floor of the foyer. Usually, the noise was followed by the snap of the mail slot door closing. Today it wasn’t.

Something must have stuck in it. Sylvia put her coffee down on the counter and walked to the front door. A large white envelope remained suspended in the door. She pulled it the rest of the way through. The flap snapped shut and even though she was used to hearing the metallic sound, it startled her.

She’d expected a letter from her solicitor regarding her divorce from Bill but it wasn’t there. However, that one in particular had piqued her curiosity. Emblazoned on the top left corner was an official-looking crest. The addressee’s name and address were correct. It was her. Why would this person or agency be sending her a letter? She’d never heard of them before.

Sylvia turned the envelope over and worked her thumb under the flap. Those self-sticking envelopes are a bugger, she thought as she tried to rip it open. Finally, she gave up and tore down the side and yanked the contents out.

She skimmed over the letter but it didn’t make any sense so placed it on the small table by the door. It could be dealt with later. In the meantime, she looked at the rest of her mail. Nothing else untoward – just the electric bill, gas bill, and the usual assortment of junk – mail. She dropped them on top of the letter and returned to the kitchen.

The coffee she’d poured earlier had gone cold. She dumped it down the sink and turned the water on to rinse it away before getting a fresh one.

Drawn by some inexplicable force, Sylvia went back to the foyer and collected the letter and the mangled envelope. She returned to the kitchen, flipped on the radio and sat down at her small table. Why had she opened it in the first place? She should have just binned it. That’s what she usually did with unsolicited mail. But there was something strangely familiar about it. The addressee information was on a computer printed label so there was no clue there. The sororities from University had crests or emblems to differentiate one from another. She wracked her brain trying to remember what they looked like. It had been over thirty years since she’d attended. Sylvia never belonged to a sorority because she thought the girls who did were snooty and stuck-up.

She’d call her friend, Laurie and tell her about the letter. They’d been friends since childhood, attended the same elementary and secondary schools and even the same University. She could tell her anything, couldn’t she?

About the author:

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Melanie Robertson-King has always been a fan of the written word. Growing up as an only child, her face was almost always buried in a book from the time she could read. Her father was one of the thousands of Home Children sent to Canada through the auspices of The Orphan Homes of Scotland, and she has been fortunate to be able to visit her father’s homeland many times and even met the Princess Royal at the orphanage where he was raised.

She lives in Brockville, Ontario, Canada a few short city blocks north of the St Lawrence River with her husband of thirty-eight years and is ‘housekeeping staff’ to a big, goofy, but loveable, dog (cross between lab, shepherd and black and tan hound).

A Shadow in the Past, published in 2012 by 4RV Publishing, was Melanie’s debut novel.

Where to buy
The Consequences Collection:

Paperback: Lulu.com
Epub: Lulu.com
Kindle: amazon.com | amazon.ca |amazon.co.uk

Coming soon to Amazon in paperback and to Barnes and Noble for the nook and the iBookstore.

Melanie’s links:

Website: www.melanierobertson-king.com
Blog: Celtic Connexions
Facebook Author Page
Goodreads author page
Amazon author page
Loveahappyending Lifestyle magazine author page
Twitter: @RobertsoKing

AWESOME!

Huge congrats, Melanie, and wishing you every success. I hope you are ready for… the consequences. (I simply love that title!)

Forever Fredless! CentreStage with Suzy Turner / @Suzy_Turner

Welcome to CentreStage!

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Give it up for a really special guest today… the one and only Suzy Turner and her latest Chick Lit delight, Forever Fredless!

Suzy is a woman of many talents. We met on Twitter (or was it Facebook?) and have been chatting ever since. Suzy simply loves networking, and you can usually find her blogging and promoting authors other than herself… to the exclusion of herself! Yup! So when I got an email saying, “HELP! In all this blogging, I completely forgot to think about promoting Forever Fredless”… well, what could I do but say, come on round and the stage is yours? So without further ado, take it away, Suzy!

Forever Fredless ~ The Blurb!

Kate Robinson has spent the past two decades yearning to find her soul mate, the boy she found and then lost during a family holiday.

Shortly after her twenty-eighth birthday, however, she inherits a fortune from an old family friend and becomes something of an overnight celebrity. Can her new-found fame lead her to him after all this time?

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EXCERPT

Thank God for anti-perspirant, I thought as I sat on the couch and waited for the countdown to begin. I clutched at my hands until they were white and looked across at the two people sitting opposite, both completely at ease in front of the cameras.

Five, four, three, two, one…

‘Welcome back to this morning’s edition of Good Morning GB,’ announced Ireland Rothschild, the blonde-haired, blue eyed darling of morning TV.

‘I’m here with Fergus O’Reilly and we’ve a special guest with us this morning. None other than Britain’s love-struck multi-millionaire, Kate Robinson. ‘Welcome, Kate,’ she said with a dazzling smile aimed more towards the camera than at me.

As my cheeks began to heat up, I was so grateful to the make-up artist, who had insisted on caking on the foundation before the show had started. In fact, I had so much make-up on that I was hoping once I’d removed it, nobody would recognise me when I headed to the airport in my now rather stupidly chosen car. I couldn’t exactly blend in driving a pink Mini could I?

‘Good morning,’ I whispered shyly.

Fergus grinned back at me, tilting his head as if he was about to speak to a child. ‘Now, tell us, Kate dear, how does it feel to never have to worry about money ever again?’ he asked, his toothpaste advert  teeth twinkling beneath the heat of the studio lights.

‘Erm, well, I guess it’s… erm, kind of… erm,’ I felt so bloody stupid. Great time for my brain to stop working. ‘I – erm. Great,’ I nodded. ‘Great, really great.’ Idiot.

Ireland glanced across at her grey-haired colleague and pouted before nodding. ‘Tell us how you knew this man. This,’ she glanced down at the iPad on her lap and continued, ‘Samuel?’

I cleared my throat and lifted my head, feeling like my brain was back in action. ‘He was a very good friend of the family, some years ago,’ I answered.

‘Just a friend? Why did he leave you all his money and his property?’ asked Fergus.

‘He didn’t have any family and I guess you could say that my mother and I were the closest he ever had to a family.’

‘Isn’t that lovely?’ pouted Ireland. ‘You certainly are a lucky woman. But what about your mother? Didn’t she receive any of his inheritance?’

‘No,’ I said before swallowing hard. ‘My mother lives a rather… nomadic lifestyle, in Africa. She doesn’t want any of it. All she asked of me was to donate a sum to charity which, of course, I have done.’

‘She lives in Africa? A nomadic lifestyle? That sounds intriguing. Perhaps we should interview her one of these days,’ laughed Ireland and Fergus together.

‘Have you splashed out on anything since receiving your inheritance back in June?’ they asked, leaning forward eagerly awaiting my answer.

‘Yes I have actually. I bought a car and a new house.’

‘Well good for you, Kate. But now, most of us are curious about this boy you lost. Tell us about him?’

Oh no. Why did I agree to this?

Taking a deep breath, I knew I had no choice. Several articles had been printed since the one in Liberty; everyone wanted to know more and nobody was going to leave me alone until I told them everything.

‘He was just a boy who I had a connection with when I was much, much younger. It was at Skegness. At an afternoon disco for kids. I was dancing and I felt someone touch my back and when I turned around there he was.  The most beautiful boy I’d ever seen,’ I said, stopping and smiling as I reminisced. ‘It was one of the happiest memories of my life.’

Sighing, I continued, ‘We just looked at each other and it was like everything else just disappeared into the background. We stood staring, for what seemed like ages. I could barely move. And then, almost as soon as it had begun, my dad appeared and took me away. I couldn’t do anything as we walked to the car. I looked around for the boy but he was gone. And then, just as we were driving away, I turned around in my seat and there he was. He had a daffodil in his hand. I always assumed he’d gone to pick it for me, but that’s just a childish fantasy, I guess. The whole thing is probably nothing but a childish fantasy, really.’

Ireland was very carefully dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, pretending to be moved, while Fergus smiled sadly.

‘What a beautiful story, Kate. I don’t believe for one second that this is a childish fantasy. It’s romantic and beautiful,’ Ireland said.

‘Now, tell us, Kate. Why did you call him Fred?’ asked Fergus.

Smiling, I explained about the Right Said Fred song, just as the music began in the background.

‘What a wonderful tale. Thank you, Kate, for joining us today. It’s been a pleasure having you with us to share your story,’ said Fergus.

‘Thank you,’ I whispered before the camera moved back to Ireland as she straightened her skirt and looked alluring. ‘Do you remember this moment in time?’ she asked. ‘Are you the elusive Fred? We’d love to hear from you. You can contact us at…’

Before I could hear anything else, I was ushered off the couch and back behind the scenes where Jo stood, waiting patiently for me, with open arms.

 Stop being FREDLESS and get your copy here:

AMAZON | SMASHWORDS

About Suzy Turner

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Suzy Turner has worked as a journalist, assistant editor, features editor and magazine editor. Early in 2010 however, she began writing full time and has since completed six books for young adults (the Raven Saga and The Morgan Sisters series) and one chick lit novel, Forever Fredless.

Although Suzy is a Yorkshire lass at heart, she left her home town of Rotherham, UK, to move to Portugal with her family when she was ten. The Algarve continues to be her home, where she lives with her childhood sweetheart and husband of 15 years, Michael, and their two neurotic dogs and a cat who thinks she’s a princess.

For more details about Suzy and her books, visit:

Website | Chick Lit Blog | YA Blog | Facebook Page | Twitter | Pinterest

Thanks so much, Suzy, for stopping by here today and telling us about Forever Fredless. I love the cover, the title, the concept and the excerpt had me gasping for more. Talk about the killer hook!  :-)

Have you got a FRED in your life? Someone who you had a magical connection with that was sadly lost? Go on, you can tell us, we won’t share your secret!

My Fred? You want to know about my Fred? But you already know all about my FREDs. One’s called Jon, and one’s called Joey. LOL!

Oh, you mean the real one, the one that got away? Well, his name was Danny. We dated for three blissful weeks. He was the coolest boy in town, complete with black floppy hair and cool American dad. (Don’t forget I grew up in Germany, so this was really way cool). I was fourteen. He was a little older. We were a match made in heaven until one day, he stopped calling me. Just like that. End of story. See. Easy. You can share yours, too! And maybe, if we say pretty please, Suzy will let us in on hers????? :-)