Love Reawakened by Shelli Rosewarne

 

For Emma Strachan, raising zombies is all in a day’s work. A girl has to pay the bills somehow! But when what should be a simple raising goes horribly wrong, Emma is forced to ask for help from the one man she swore never to see again.

Garret is used to being a loner, as a necromancer he works best that way and frankly, with the dangers he faces every day, it’s easier not to have to look out for anyone else. When Emma shows up on his doorstep desperate for help, he vows to ignore the raging attraction between them – after all a pretty, fun-loving witch has no place in his world.

Can Emma and Garret put aside old resentments in order to try and defeat a zombie unlike anything they have seen before? When the dust settles, can they count on any future between them?

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I love hanging out with my fellow authors. It’s always so much fun and we often share each other’s ups and downs.  Today, I’m thrilled to be sharing a big UP from my friend Shelli Rosewarne who is re-releasing her amazing book Love Reawakened today!  I sat her down for a chat…

Hi Shelli and welcome to the blog.  Congratulations on your release and I’m so glad that you were able to chat today.  Can you remember if there was a moment when you decided you wanted to be a writer?

I’d always loved writing as a kid but it wasn’t exactly promoted as a ‘valid career choice’ and when I started high school it got dropped by the wayside. Many years later I took some creative writing classes and once I got over the initial fear of ‘letting it all out’ I found I loved it. Something just clicked in my brain and I realised, this is what I want to do.

That is something that I think many writers have in common, a passion for writing, for storytelling. It’s unfortunate that not everyone gets to experience it as wonderfully as you have.  So, having discovered that this was your passion, what was it that inspired you to write your first book?

The first book I ever actually completed came from a publisher callout post. I’d only recently started writing again and had never subbed anything, but the callout just sparked an idea in my head and before I knew it the story was flowing out. The sense of achievement when I actually got to write ‘the end’ on something was amazing.

I think people underestimate how hard it is to write a complete book and just how euphoric that feeling of completion can be *grin*.  Having finished the book, how did it feel to send it off to the publisher and what was the the most terrifying thing about submitting it?

It was both exciting and terrifying. I remember feeling physically sick pressing the send button on it. Getting that acceptance back though was the most amazing feeling in the world, I’d checked my messages at work and was literally dancing around my office like a crazy person – thank God no one else came in at the time lol!

 

The happy dance would’ve been a little hard to explain lol.  I wonder though, was it easy to tell your friends and family that you were writing romance? What was their reaction?

I wouldn’t say it was difficult, they’ve always been really supportive. I used to find it quite awkward telling new people I’d met that I wrote romance, I suppose it made me feel a little self-conscious. There was an image I had in my head of the quintessential ‘romance writer’ and it wasn’t really me. You do get some quite interesting reactions though, plus some slightly cringeworthy ones 🙂 One conversation I seem to get a lot goes along these lines… Them: So what do you write? Me: Paranormal romance mainly. Them: What vampires and stuff? So, like Twilight? Me: Well, not vampires so much, and a bit more adult than Twilight. Them: So, like 50 Shades then? Me: No… just no.

It’s rather funny how people get caught up on only 1 or 2 different examples of what is actually the most incredibly diverse genre in writing! I’ve had similar conversations *chuckle*.  Would you say it gets any easier with more releases?

I don’t know if it gets easier as such. You know what to expect a little more, but putting your work out there in public always has that element of scariness about it. I think as a writer your work is so personal, it’s sharing a piece of yourself with the world, and there’s always that fear that people are going to hate it.

That’s a great point! It’s a very “naked” occupation because we pour so much of ourselves onto the page. Every bad review feels like getting stabbed and it can be demoralising, but the trick is to remember that you write for you first and that everyone has their own opinions. Try not to take it too much to heart. Now tell us, what is your least favourite part of the whole process of writing, editing, publishing and promoting a book? Why is that and how do you deal with it?

I’m not a big fan of promotion, I must admit, though that’s more to do with the fact that I just don’t feel I’m very good at it. I’m not good at pushing myself and my work. It’s something that I’m trying to work on, but I think it can be a fine line sometimes – you’re excited about your books but you don’t want to sound pushy or annoy people with constant ‘buy my stuff’ posts. I know I don’t like things that feel like sales pitches so I would hate to feel readers felt that way about my posts.

That’s a good point. However, authors do need to be part of building their author brand. Fortunately (as I’ve blogged about before) there are ways to build your author brand without resorting to a barrage of “buy me” posts. It’s a juggling act for sure.  Is there advice that you would give an aspiring writer?

If you want to be a writer then the main thing is to actually write. Most people you meet will tell you how they’ve always thought about writing a book. It could be the most amazing book ever, but no one will ever know unless they sit down and make it happen. There’s always a million reasons to put it off, life gets in the way — you have a day job, a family, kids to run round after, a partner to spend time with, your favourite TV show to catch up on. It can be hard to find time to squeeze out those words, but if you seriously want to be a writer then you have to try and find that time somewhere — get up a little earlier, write in your lunch break, skip the TV one night a week, whatever it takes. It’s hard sometimes but it’s worth it 🙂

That is great advice!! After all, plenty of working parents write great books… it’s all about making the time to get it done!  Here’s a great question! What has been the strangest place that inspiration has struck and how did you deal with it?

I get inspiration anywhere and everywhere, the worse bit tends to be the mad scrabble for pen and paper to try and get it down before it vanishes into the ether! I like noticing things, the certain way a place looks, the lighting, an overheard conversation on the bus, it all has the potential to just spark something off – and that’s the fun part.

I’ve even recorded notes on my phone when inspiration strikes and I haven’t got a pen handy… but the worst for me is in the shower! I find myself repeating the idea over and over until I can write it down lol.  Tell me, what is the strangest thing you have ever done while researching your story or characters?

Hmm, I don’t know if I’ve done anything that strange. My google search history would probably be a source of concern, but hey, it’s all for research purposes… honest.

Hee hee. I hear you on that one! If there’s ever a murder in my neighbourhood, I hope they don’t check my browser history!!  Now for a fun question, if you were going to prepare a meal for the man of your dreams, what would it be?

Can we go out? 😉 I’m not a particularly good cook and I don’t know if I’d quite want to scare off the guy of my dreams with my non-existant culinary skills.

Now Shelli, we’ll have to work on that! Remind me to send you some simple recipes that will “wow” him 🙂  So it’s safe to say that if you won’t be a chef any time soon, but if you weren’t a writer, what other artistic outlet do you think you’d have?

I did photography for a good few years and I still love taking photos as a hobby. I also enjoy drawing, and used to paint a bit, though I sadly don’t have much time for it these days. I need more hours in the day sometimes!

There never seem to be enough hours right??  Last one, and this could be my favourite… If you could have one super power, what would it be and why?

Teleportation! I would love to just be able to blink to where I wanted to be. Never have to be stuck in traffic, never be late (oops, not that I usually am *looks shifty*), cheap holidays, easy to visit family and friends. It would be awesome.

I LOVE the idea of being able to teleport! Let’s hope they’re working on that somewhere xx

A huge thanks to Shelli for hanging out today!

Until next time,

BM xx

 

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Blog Tour – Imprinted: The Series by McKayla Schutt

McKayla SchuttI was very excited when McKayla approached me to tour with her latest release.  All three of her Imprinted titles in one book?  Yes please!! If you haven’t read them before… now is the time to start!

McKayla loves to write books about sexy werewolves. She is a stay at home mom of two in the state of Wyoming. Born in California, she misses the hot weather all of the time. Her goals for the year was to publish all three books in the Imprinted Series, which she has achieved. Her other goal is to work on two books for next year. Mom of two little ones can take time but she is pushing to finish her work to get more books out for her lovely fans.

My page: https://www.facebook.com/McKaylaSchutt

Twitter: https://twitter.com/McKaylaSchutt

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Imprinted_The_Serie_Cover_for_KindleImprinted: A bond between a werewolf and another person that can’t be broken. If one tries to break the bond it is painful for both parties.

Kindra is about to imprint with a sexy werewolf named Judden. Kindra must find her place in the pack and help Judden deal with what is to come. The pack north wants a war but all Judden wants is peace with his brothers and his mate.

Will Kindra finally feel like she belongs? Will Judden step up when his pack needs him to? Find out in the Imprinted: The Series.

Buy now!

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McKayla Schutt Blog Tour


26 Oct – Coffee Time Romance
26 Oct – Erzabet’s Enchantments
26 Oct – Savvy Authors
27 Oct – Shelli Rosewarne
27 Oct – Lynn Stevens
27 Oct – Romance Reviews Today
28 Oct – Up All Night, Read All Day
28 Oct – Indy Book Fairy
29 Oct – Torie James
30 Oct – Romance Junkies
30 Oct – Night Owl Reviews
31 Oct – Books & More

 

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“Did you…” She didn’t know what to say. He leaned into her and placed his lips on hers. Her body woke up to his touch, making her lean into him, trying to let her body touch him more. He broke off, breathing heavily, his hot breath turning Kindra on even more. She could smell him, an earthy tone with a hint of soap. She felt her heat getting ready for him, a coil tightened around her that only he could release.

“I didn’t know that was going to happen. But I’m glad it did.” Judden’s face was inches away from Kindra’s.

“What do you mean? What was that you shocked me with?” Kindra was baffled.

“Well that’s hard to explain, but I’m glad I found you.”

“You’re scaring me a little.” Her body went rigid in his cage of human flesh. He smiled at her.

“Don’t be scared.” A wave of relaxation came with Judden’s words. She felt safer around him than she should. There was a calming warmth that wrapped around her, soothing her heart rate a little. The door swung open and everyone came out clapping. She felt like an ant under a microscope making her feel uncomfortable.

“Why are they clapping?” Kindra bit her lower lip, she hated being on the outside of the joke.

Judden sighed. “I wish you guys were patient.” He turned to glare at them.

“Come on, explain what happened.” Brad’s voice sounded like he was enjoying this. Another sigh escaped Judden’s lips.

“Fine.” He turned his head back to Kindra. “Please don’t freak out but that was an imprint.”

Kindra racked her brain to remember why that word sounded familiar. She let her mind spin around, searching for the correlation with imprinting.  It clicked: Oh my gosh, werewolves imprinted on women. Her eyes widened at the conclusion of her life changing the moment she touched him. She had heard rumors of werewolves finding mates in humans, but in California it was a rare occurrence especially where she lived in the hot desert.

“You mean…” She paused, her voice shaking. She took a deep breath then tried again. “What you’re saying is…” Nope she couldn’t bring herself to say anything else. Every thought raced through her head from what her family was going to say to what she was going to do. Judden waited patiently for her to process, like he understood she needed a moment.

Blog Tour: Satin and Steel by Brantwijn Serrah

100_1651When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can’t handle coffee unless there’s enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, American Horror Story or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has self-published erotic short stories available on Smashwords or Amazon.  She’s also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

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Satin and Steel Blog Tour (3)19 Oct – Erzabet’s Enchantments
20 Oct – Lynn Stevens
20 Oct – Romance Reviews Today
21 Oct – Indy Book Fairy
21 Oct – Savvy Authors
22 Oct – Torie James
22 Oct – Up All Night, Read All Day
23 Oct – Night Owl Reviews
23 Oct – Shelli Rosewarne
23 Oct – Romance Junkies
24 Oct – Books & More
25 Oct – Coffee Time Romance
28 Oct – Pamaceeve
29 Oct – Books on Fire
29 Oct – Undercover Book Reviews

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Satin and Steel coverThey say love ruined her. It’s time to prove them wrong.

Half a century ago, Rhiannon lost the woman she loved. Since then, unlife has held little meaning for her, and she’s fallen from grace among the vampire nation. She once swore to throw herself into the sun the day Aijyn died…but it turns out she’s no good at keeping promises.

Sometimes the best cure for heartache is surrender. There’s a demon in London with new promises: darkness to run in, pleasures to hunt, rules to break. Sent to track down a dangerous traitor, Rhiannon is caught up in a game of murder and treachery between three warring races…and the sinful, seductive shadow-walker who could be her redemption, or her ultimate undoing.

Buy your copy now:   Champagne Books     Amazon     Barnes and Noble


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In a blink, the demon disappeared into the silhouette of the smoke stack. Then, Rhiannon felt slender fingers brushing along her shoulder, slow and coy. She spun to find Vivienne lounging happily on her stomach atop another chimney, slipped there through the shadows without a sound.

“What we have heard about you,” she said, “is far from rumor.”

Rhiannon jerked away. “Don’t touch me.”

The corner of Vivienne’s smile twitched, for a moment becoming hard, an irritated scowl.

“Your kind is only the Fourth Blood of the Drogh Lord’s kingdom,” she hissed. “The werewolves and shadiil came long before vampires. We are older than even the oldest of your race, gravespawn, something you and your mother would do well to keep in mind.”

Rhiannon bristled at the insult. “Older than vampires, but still the spawn of beasts,” she spat. “Rife with a touch of madness because of it, I’d say.”

Vivienne fell silent, searching Rhiannon carefully. “They say you have been mad once.”

Rhiannon’s spine straightened. A wary prickle traveled through her shoulders and a low growl started deep in her throat.

“Drank the blood of another vampire, didn’t you?” the shadiil purred. “Drained a rival warrior to death, just as a rabid thrall does, and lost your pretty little mind.”

Rhiannon’s hand returned to the hilt of her blade.

“You haven’t exactly been the same since then, have you, Rhiannon Donovan?”

“It’s a lie,” she muttered. “I am not a thrall. I know my own mind and I am not rabid!”

Vivienne’s smirk returned, as if renewed by the anger she’d provoked. She slid her knees out from under her and dropped to the rooftop, backing Rhiannon down.

“You were expected to become the first Archon in the history of the Blood Circle Council to bear four fangs,” she said. “A vampire colder and crueler than any ever squirted out from between her dam’s thighs. Colder and crueler than most who were sired with a bite, perhaps. What happened to you, Rhiannon Donovan? Where did your strict, disciplined focus and cold-blooded dedication go? Where is the tigre méchant et sanguinaire, the malicious and bloodthirsty tiger?”

“Back away, shadiil,” the vampire spat. “I am still a Weapons master.”

Vivienne stopped, tilting her head, scanning Rhiannon up and down with giddy cruelty.

“They were wrong about you,” she said. “You are no Archon.”

“It no longer matters to me if I am.”

Green eyes glittered. “My race knows better, little Rhiannon. My queen knows better. You will throw off every expectation the bloodsuckers have of you. You will throw off every expectation everyone has of you. You are no Archon at heart.”

She stood close enough that her pretty, elfin nose almost touched Rhiannon’s. The vampire realized she’d stopped growling, caught off guard by those glowing, hypnotic eyes.

Non, non, Rhiannon. At heart, you are nothing less than a Councilwoman herself.”

Rhiannon snorted.

“You are the one who is mad, shadiil,” she muttered, turning to slip down the way she had come. “Run off. Let me hunt in peace.”

“I am not teasing you, ma chérie,” Vivienne said with a smile. “This is what the seers have told us: you will become the greatest vampire among all vampires.”

“Your seers are blind.”

With a cold rush of shadows, the other demon appeared out of the darkness before her, materialized in the silhouette of the window casement.

“Enough of grand talk then, since it bothers you so,” she murmured. “Reconsider hunting with me. We will find this beast and put it in the ground. You can go back to your race a hero and get back on the path you pursued so hungrily before you lost your mind.”

“I didn’t lose my mind!” Rhiannon insisted, pushing past her.

“The shadiil prides of London and our werewolf allies will be far more helpful to you than your own kind. We are not so busy prattling about the blame and covering up our blunders. You will find us to be far more pleasant company.”

“I don’t want company.”

Arrêtez, ma cher…wait.”

Rhiannon paused, another growl escaping her.

Vivienne strolled up to her side. “May I see your teeth, ma beau chérie?

Rhiannon sneered. “What?”

Vivienne lunged, putting her soft hands to Rhiannon’s face and nudging her lips away from her teeth. As the curious beast inspected the bracketed fangs in eyeteeth and canines, her smile quirked up at the corners even more. She started to purr, her tongue peeking out to run over her dark lips.

“Ohthey are most lovely, bastard child,” she murmured, stroking one hand along Rhiannon’s cheek. “So lovely, I could almost bite you myself, and send you home to your mother with my naughty teeth marks all over your tight little body.”

Blog Tour: The Jock and the Fat Chick by Nicole Winters

Author Pic Nicole WintersBorn into a literary family.

Could write before speaking.

Spent childhood in sunshiny green meadows devouring highbrow literary works.

Untrue!

More like she was told that C-average, learning disabled students couldn’t possibly grow up to be writers.  Nicole proved them wrong.  She has an English B.A. from the University of Toronto and loves cats, books, horror films, globe hopping and home-baked cookies.  She has even – once – been spotted wearing a sundress.

Her previous book, TT Full Throttle, is all cool dudes and motorcycles and she is currently working on her third book, The Conjurer, which involves magic!

The Jock And The Fat Chick is her first foray into romance.

Website     Twitter     Book on Facebook     Facebook Author Page

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The Jock and the Fat ChickNo one ever said high school was easy. In this hilarious and heartwarming debut, one high school senior has to ask himself how much he’s willing to give up in order to fit in.

Kevin seems to have it all: he’s popular, good looking, and on his way to scoring a college hockey scholarship. However, he’s keeping two big secrets. The first is that he failed an assignment and is now forced to take the most embarrassing course ever–domestic tech. The second is that he is falling for his domestic tech classmate, Claire.

As far as Kevin is concerned, Claire does have it all: she’s funny, smart, beautiful, and confident. But she’s off-limits. Because Kevin knows what happens when someone in his group dares to date a girl who isn’t a cheerleader, and there’s no way he is going to put himself—or Claire—through that.

But steering clear of the girl of his dreams is a lot harder than Kevin thought…especially when a cooking project they are paired together for provides the perfect opportunity for things to heat up between them outside the classroom….

HarperCollins     Amazon     iTunes     Barnes and Noble     Chapters/Indigo

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The Jock and the Fat Chick Blog Tour
15 Oct – Coffee Time Romance
16 Oct – Torie James
16 Oct – Savvy Authors
16 Oct – Room with Books
16 Oct – Romance Junkies
16 Oct – Indy Book Fairy
16 Oct – Night Owl Reviews
17 Oct – Books & More
18 Oct – Up All Night, Read All Day
19 Oct – BookGirl Knitting
20 Oct – Shelli Rosewarne
21 Oct – Pamaceeve
22 Oct – Books on Fire
23 Oct – Undercover Book Reviews

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I raise an eyebrow, letting her know I’m listening, but I’m not sure where she’s going with this.

“I tell you what to do and say around Mrs. A, and that way I keep my A and you can pass this class.”

I consider Claire’s offer. On the one hand, I don’t like her calling me a dumb jock. On the other, she’s amazingly good at cooking and needs to keep her grades high, which means if I do what she says, I’ll pass too. I’ve got nothing to lose, so I nod.

“Okay,” I say.

She gives me this big warm smile, like I’ve made her day.

“Good.” She motions to the fish. “Keep flaking.”

I respond with a “Yes, Coach,” as a lighthearted way of sealing our deal.

When I’m done flaking, Claire adds the fish to the thick rice mixture and then stirs, making my mouth water. It looks and smells incredible. There must be a million grams of carbs in there. If I ate all that, I’d slip into a carb coma.

Claire pulls a large wooden spoon from the drawer and then offers it to me. “Want to taste?”

She’s surprised when I shake my head, like I have no clue what I’ve turned down.

“Ugh,” she says. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those carb-counting gym rats.”

I make a face. “I hate the term ‘gym rat’; it makes me sound greasy.”

“True.” Claire sizes me up and then adds, “And you’re definitely not greasy.”

Hey, did she just check me out?

“Okay, how’s ‘don’t tell me you’re one of those carb-counting fitness bunnies’?”

I grunt, amused.

“I bet you work out twice a day,” she goes on, stirring the risotto, “and you eat nothing but skinless chicken and steamed broccoli.”

I shrug.

She bobs her head, like she’s confirming something. “Yeah, you look like a guy who denies himself pleasure….”

An unexpected rush of heat spreads across my face. “Well, if you want six-pack abs, there’s got to be sacrifices.”

Claire glances at my stomach, and even though she can’t see anything under my shirt and apron, she turns her gaze away and smiles, big.

That was definitely a check-me-out move.

Release Day Blitz: The Doll Making Delta by Gretchen S.B.

Doll Making 101

Reneé Edward has a lot on her plate. She took over as President of the Reneé-Gal company from her father a few months
ago. Just in time for a merger with a new parent company. As if that timing was not bad enough she finds out several Junior Executives have been ruining the
merger from within. 

Just as she is scrambling to pick up the pieces, Ruben Blackthorne strolls into her life. He is sexy, tall and clearly into her. Though she is excited about this new development in her love life Reneé finds it a little hard to juggle the new addition. As everything in her life finally seems to fall into place for the first time in almost a year Reneé finds herself confused as Ruben begins to pull away. Had she imagined their connection? Were things moving too fast? Lost and confused, at least she has her family and her fellow Deltas to get her through. 

 That is until everything takes another unexpected turn.

 

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“Okay, sip and spill. What kept you away for
the better part of a week?” Naomi asked before tipping her cup to her
mouth.
Sighing Reneé unwrapped her sandwich. “You
remember how Uncle James and I couldn’t figure out why there were all these
hang ups with the negotiations right?”
Naomi’s eyes grew cautious and narrowed as she
nodded over her mug.
“Well as it turns out three of our junior board
members were sending emails sabotaging the merger. They claimed I was holding
on to information to sweeten the deal for our side. They also said that they
could, with help, oust me and make a more agreeable deal.”
Naomi’s eyes widened as she set down her mug.
“Wait, what? Isn’t that illegal or something? Are you going to sue them?
Can you save the deal? How did you find out?”
The shocked disbelieve from her friend made Reneé
feel better. It made her feel like she wasn’t losing her mind to have someone
as upset as she was. Uncle James had seemed more downtrodden than upset.
“One of their assistants got wind of what was
going on and clued in Debbie. You know how she gets about finding information.
She found the email correspondence between these guys and our soon to be parent
company. When Debbie showed the emails to Uncle James and I we fired them. As
for suing, I don’t know. Our lawyers are handling it.
We think the deal may be salvageable but they are
sending in one of their acquisitions and negotiations guys to do the rest in
person. That way there can be no mistakes. Uncle James is all for this. He says
the guy they are sending is the same one that approached him and Dad years ago.
That he is a trustworthy guy. I still don’t know. While I appreciate that they
still want to negotiate it almost feels like I am being chastised for not
having a better handle on the board.” Some of the stress crept back in as
Reneé finished.
Smiling sympathetically, Naomi reached across the
counter to squeeze her hand. “I’m sorry you have to deal with all this.
But it is going to get easier right? I mean once this thing goes though your
load will be lighter. There are maybe six months left, yes a hard six months
but there is light at the end of the tunnel.” She gave another squeeze
before letting go and grabbing her cup again. “Now eat your
sandwich!”
Rolling her eyes Reneé complied, knowing full well
Naomi wouldn’t let her talk again until at least half the sandwich was gone.
They sat in a companionable silence for several minutes
when the bell above the door rang several times. When one particular time Reneé
saw Naomi’s face light up she turned to see who entered. Then it was like she
stopped breathing.
He was tall, maybe six-three and gorgeous. He had
shaggy light brown hair, a sharp nose and jaw. As well as the palest blue eyes
Reneé had ever seen. The mystery guy had one of those lithe builds that suited
the jeans and t-shirt he wore as well as the guitar case strapped to his back.
Reneé made herself start breathing again as he came
to stand next to her, beaming at Naomi.

 

 

Meet The Doll Maker
Indie Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance author

Gretchen is a Seattleite who loves her home. She has a day job as a Program Coordinator at a local university. She is a struggling Indie Author, struggling as in she is trying to make her living writing books. She loves to read, write and create characters. As well as knit and binge watch Netflix. She is also on a sporadic book blog and internet radio show with some of her college friends. She currently lives with her husband and their mischievous Rotti mix, who always seems to find something new she shouldn’t be chewing on.

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Blog Tour: Number 69 by Casey Sheridan

Author Avatar Casey SheridanLike most authors, Casey Sheridan began writing when she was very young. It was later in life when she read her first piece of erotica and it was on a dare that she wrote her first erotic story.  She enjoys writing steamy fiction that is sensual, erotic, and fun with unique storylines.

An introvert and lover of chocolate, Casey is happiest when writing. She enjoys spending time with close friends, listening to music, watching movies, and reading. She loves animals and volunteers to care for a local feral community.

Add your name to Casey’s mailing list to be kept up to date on her latest news and releases!

Website   Blog   Facebook   Twitter   Pinterest   Amazon   Smashwords   Goodreads   Authorgraph 

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Casey Sheridan is an author after my own heart!  It’s no big secret that I am a huge animal lover, but to find an author who is similarly as passionate as I am!  In fact, one of the biggest reasons that Casey decided to tour in October is because she’s raising funds for a local animal charity.  I’ll let her tell you more…

The 16th of October is National Feral Cat Day. It was started by Alley Cat Allies (alleycat.org) fifteen years ago.

As someone who helps care for feral/community cats, I’ve always wanted to do more for them, so this year I’m celebrating #NationalFeralCatDay all month long.

How am I going to help all those four-legged, furry kitty-cats? All royalties from the sale of any of my books during the month (Oct 1-31, 2015) will be donated to Alley Cat Allies to help with their Trap-Neuter-Release program, a program that helps feral cats lead healthier lives and it’s a humane way of controlling population.

You can learn more about feral cats and Trap-Neuter-Release on Alley Cat Allies website at alleycat.org. And, please, don’t forget, the cats (and dogs) at your local animal shelter would love to have you volunteer.

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A matchmaking party was not Melodie’s idea of fun, and wearing vibrating panties was just plain weird. Or was it?

Should she go to the party? After all, she just might meet Mr. Right. And if he doesn’t show, she has the vibrating panties to keep things interesting.

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13 Oct – Torie James
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14 Oct – Indy Book Fairy
14 Oct – Pamaceeve
15 Oct – Undercover Book Reviews
15 Oct – Books on Fire
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Chapter One

“I wonder what this is,” Melodie said as she bent and picked up a cream-colored vellum envelope with her name and address written across the front in elegant calligraphy.

She followed her cat, Cecil, as he silently padded across the ceramic tile floor into the sun-filled kitchen. The orange tabby jumped onto one of the cushioned stools where he made himself comfortable, then peered with bright green eyes over the edge of the tabletop. Melodie set yesterday’s mail on the tall bistro-style table except for the mysterious envelope.

It looked like an invitation. She raised a brow and turned the envelope over. No return address anywhere. Before she could open the envelope, a loud and persistent knock sounded at her back door.

It had to be Trudy. No one else would knock so vehemently at this early hour on a Saturday morning. Melodie rolled her eyes and opened door.

Trudy whirled into the room like a pint-sized tornado, causing Cecil to jump from the stool and run down the hall.

“What’s up with him?” Trudy asked as the cat disappeared around a corner.

Melodie smiled at her friend’s lack of self-awareness. “He’s running for cover.” Trudy gave her a puzzled look, shrugged, and took the seat vacated by Cecil. She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands, eyeing the envelope Melodie held. “So, get anything interesting in the mail?”

Melodie’s stomach knotted. She had been friends with Trudy for a long, long time. Long enough to recognize the knot of dread in her stomach meant that Trudy was up to something.

She narrowed her eyes. “Why yes, as a matter of fact, I did.” She dangled the envelope before her friend’s face. “Would you care to explain what this is before I open it?”

Trudy sat ramrod straight trying to act indignant. “No. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh. That’s a crock of shit. I can’t even imagine what you’re getting me into.”

Melodie tore the envelope open and pulled out the card. Her eyes widened as she read the elegant script lettering. “It’s an invitation to a party being held in the Diamond Room at the Crystal Hotel.”

Trudy squealed and clasped her hands together. “How exciting! The Crystal Hotel? How fancy. You’ll need to buy a new dress. You can’t go to a party at an upscale hotel in one of those house mouse dresses you wear that hangs down to your ankles.”

Melodie set the invitation on the table and drummed her fingers on the crisp paper, her back straight and rigid as she glared at her friend. “What is that remark supposed to mean?”

Trudy shrugged nonchalantly. “You know what it means. You wear long, billowy skirts or polyester pants and shirts buttoned up to your chin. Just because you work in a library doesn’t mean you have to look like my great-aunt Gertrude.”

Melodie gasped. “What? I do not look like your great-aunt!”

Trudy laughed and reclined in her chair. “Oh please! You’re getting there, Melodie. Right down to the cotton granny panties, antique-looking support bra, and orthopedic shoes. You even wear your hair in a bun!”

Melodie squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I don’t wear orthopedic shoes. I dress practical, that’s all. I need to because I deal with the public and sometimes with children. I’m a librarian, and I’m expected to look like one.”

“I’m sorry, Melodie. I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, but a person can be sexy and sensible. You’re just sensible. You have the potential to be sexy, but you squash it. I don’t understand why. Besides, you’re going to want to be sexy for this party. Trust me.”

Melodie picked up the invitation and read it again before turning to her friend. “So you’re saying I’m going to want to dress sexy for this party, huh? Tell me the truth, Trudy. What do you know about this invitation?”

Trudy folded her hands on the table in front of her, looking down at them to avoid Melodie’s gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. What makes you think I know anything about it?”

Melodie perched on the edge of a stool, slid the card across the table closer to Trudy, and tapped the invitation. “You gave yourself away not two seconds ago. I’m supposed to trust you, remember? I can’t trust you if you’re going to lie.” She pointed at the last line of script. “It says here to RSVP by the ninth, so I can be sure to receive my ‘vibrating panties’ in time for the party.”

At least Trudy had the decency to look guilty.

“Vibrating panties? What have you done? You had better tell me the truth this time, Trudy.”

Her friend slumped and sighed in resignation. “Well, you know Stephanie? About a year ago, she met this super great guy. He’s some kind of engineer or something. Anyway, she met him at one of these parties. They hit it off right away and have been seeing one another pretty seriously ever since.”

“Okay. So? What am I doing with an invitation? What do Stephanie and her man have to do with me?”

“The party is only held once a year. It’s very exclusive and for singles only. You get a referral from someone who has been to one of the parties. Soon after, you get an application. If you pass their qualifications and check out okay, then you get an invitation. If you don’t pass, you don’t get invited.”

Melodie narrowed her eyes and again drummed her fingers on the table. “I’ve never heard of this party, and I know I didn’t fill out any application.”

Trudy started to fidget in her seat and wring her hands. “You got a referral from Stephanie, and I filled out the application for you.”

“I knew it!” Melodie shot off her chair. “I knew you had something to do with this. Why? Why did you do this? Why are you always doing this to me? What have I ever done to you? Vibrating panties, of all things. What kind of party is this?”

Trudy cringed. “Well…”

“That bad? Is it that bad? What have you gotten me into?”

“Melodie, please! It’s not bad. I promise. I did this with the best of intentions.”

Melodie shook her head and rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not going to any party with vibrating panties. That’s just plain weird.”

“I’m sorry I did this without asking you first or telling you about it, but I knew you would act this way.”

“Humph! How else would I act? Vibrating panties! I don’t understand why you did this.”

Trudy took a deep breath then let it out in a rush. “I worry about you. You haven’t been out with a man since-since Paul! I know he hurt you, but you’ve had so much time to get over him. All you do is work and read those damn romance novels.” Trudy’s gaze raked over Melodie, and her lip curled. “Besides, right now you’re dressed exactly like my grandmother. No man is going to find that attractive unless he’s eighty. You need help, a little boost in your self-confidence, and this party will do just that. It’ll be fun.”

Melodie’s arms fell to her sides, her jaw dropping open. “What do you mean I’m dressed like your grandmother? I am not!”

“Oh really?” Trudy hopped off her stool, strode around the table, and grabbed Melodie gruffly by the hand. She pulled her through the house like a mother with a naughty child.

They entered the brightly lit master bath. Trudy placed her before the full-length mirror and stood behind her. “Meet Grandma.”

Melodie’s green eyes stared at her reflection. Slouching white socks and purple fuzzy slippers covered her feet. She wore dark-green flannel pants that fell to mid calf, no makeup, her dark auburn hair in rollers, and a floral housecoat.

She brought her fingers to her lips. “Oh, dear God. You’re right. I’m my grandmother.”

“First things first. This is your Saturday off, right?” At Melodie’s nod, Trudy continued. “We’ll go shopping. Buy some new sexy things.”

“I can’t dress like that for work. What will Mr. Grimes say?”

Trudy stepped closer and captured Melodie’s gaze in the mirror. “You don’t have to dress like a grandmother for work either. Besides, Tad Grimes is a nice-looking, single man. What can he say? It wouldn’t hurt to attract his attention.”

Melodie took a deep breath, her eyebrows arching up. “I’m not so sure I want to attract any more of his attention.”

“Why not? He’s a hottie and charming. He has a cute ass too.”

She gave her friend a skeptical look. “I guess.”

She had to admit Trudy was right about Mr. Grimes. He was a nice-looking man, but he gave her the creeps, but then again, maybe she was just being oversensitive.

“Look, Melodie. We’ll start by buying you new underwear. If you wear sexy things, you’ll feel like a sexy thing.” Trudy pressed herself against Melodie’s back, reached around and cupped Melodie’s large, unbound breasts. “If I had tits this gorgeous, I’d walk around topless. Now get dressed so we can get started. I’m buying breakfast.”

The Humble Book Review

book-631746_1920One of the more interesting discussions that often takes place between authors and readers is the issue of reviews. Not only the need for reviews – after all, reviews are vital – but also the act of reviewing and what makes or breaks a review.  It is something that troubles people and may be a contributing factor behind the reluctance some people show when asked to review books.

Domino recently wrote a great guest post for Romance Reviews Today on the importance of book reviews and gave some tips that could be helpful. If you are considering writing a review or if you have trouble, it is certainly something worth reading…

One of the most important marketing tools for an author is the humble book review. After all, what better way is there for a prospective reader to know if they should take a chance on you or not than by reading what others have had to say about your work?  Reviews contribute significantly to potential sales, but having said that, it’s one of the more difficult things for an author to get. 

No matter how amazing the book is, the sad truth is that for many readers, once the book has been bought and read, it’s soon forgotten. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that there aren’t books that stay with us, but the reality is that most of us have busy lives and despite our best intentions, we don’t always remember to log onto Amazon or Goodreads and post a review of the book…. read full article here

I would love to hear what you think. What was the best review you received or read and what made it so amazing? What is the most useless review you’ve ever received or read and why?

Is there anything a reviewer can say that will almost always make you want to buy a book?

Until next time…

BM xx

Code Black by Sheri Velarde

Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and their two dogs.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living. She specializes in all things paranormal and that go bump in the night. Her heart truly lies in exploring unknown worlds or adding the supernatural to our world. If it goes bump in the night or has magical connotations, Sheri writes about it.

She is constantly putting out new material with various publishers, so it is best to keep up with her on her website.

In her spare time Sheri is an artist, jewelry designer, independent comic writer/artist and freelance non-fiction writer. She enjoys hiking in the mountains, going to live concerts, art openings, museums, and hosting intimate dinner parties.

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Last year I took the leap to becoming a full time author, scary and exciting at the same time! Taking the plunge and following my dream was extremely frightening. I still sometimes wonder if I should head back out and get a safety net day job, just in case. But what is life without some risks? I didn’t choose to be a writer, it chose me. It is my passion. I write whether I am intending on publishing a piece or not. So I decided to follow the old adage, do what you love and you will never work a day in your life! Ok, so that is hard to remember when neck deep in edits and you feel like crying because you have to be the worst author in the world, but overall I am so much happier now that I am putting my whole heart into something I love. Last month I was lucky enough to see one of my favorite bands, the Foo Fighters, live and got to see the joy on the face of their front man Dave Grohl as he performed. He has been in the Foo Fighters for 20 years alone, and Nirvana before that, and many bands before that. Yet when he performs you still see the love for music that he has. That is what writing is to me. This past year has been tough with some publishers shutting their doors. Is it sad? Yes. Is it discouraging? Yes. Am I going to give up my dream? No. The writing world is not an easy one, but it is one I love. There have been many good things this year as well. First paperback fantasy released? Check? First book signing about to happen? Check. Pushing myself as an author? Check. Code Black is my very first strictly horror piece and I can’t wait to see how it is received. I am planning on more horror and more genres in the future! Can’t wait to see where this writing journey takes me.

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CODE BLACK_HDA disease that can destroy the entire fabric of society, how can one face down such odds?

Sara lives on Key Largo, a place she knows she should have left after the last hurricane, but she can’t quite walk away from it. When warning sirens go off, she fears for the safety of her home more than anything else. That is, until she realizes that something much more than severe weather is heading her way.

When her own government blows up the only escape to the mainland and her neighbors begin to attack one another, Sara learns she can only depend on herself. With the aid of her uncle and Cameron, a National Guard soldier helping her along the way, she is on the run for her life. Harsh realities she never thought she would have to face are now part of her life. Can she do what it takes to survive, or will she always be on the run and wondering what might have been?

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“What the hell do you mean ‘the bridge is closed’? Something odd is going on here. We’ve never had the National Guard here for an evacuation, and you are telling me that you just expect us to wait it out here on the island and not ask questions? I heard the warning sirens. We are supposed to be evacuating! Let us through!” Sara demanded, trying to push past the mass of muscle in a National Guard uniform blocking her way.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. We have orders that no one is to cross the bridge. No one is allowed to enter Miami,” the officer said, not budging an inch.

“I just told you that the evacuation sounded, e-v-a-c-u-a-t-i-o-n, and you’re telling me that we can’t leave? It’s probably a late hurricane, and you expect us all just to hope we make it through that here in the Keys? We need to get to the mainland!” Sara threw up her hands in frustration. The memory of the last hurricane which destroyed her family home remained clear in her mind. She should have moved after her family had lost almost everything, but something held her in Key Largo.

“It is not a hurricane warning, ma’am. Please go back to your home and you will be fine.”

Just then, the officer’s walkie-talkie went off. “Miami has been lost. Move everyone away from the bridge. We must prevent the spread and contamination. This is a Code Black. Repeat, this is a Code Black. All civilians must be moved a safe distance from the bridge. You have five minutes.”

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Blog Tour: The Chemist’s Shop by Richard Brumer

Author Pic - Richard BrumerRichard Brumer is proof that following your dreams doesn’t have an expiry date!  A recent convert to the world of writing, he has lived a full and exciting life that provides some great inspiration for his work.

Richard grew up in the Bronx and now lives in Florida with his wife Carol. For many years his passions were skiing, sports car racing, and sailing, including sailing solo in the South Pacific. As a retired pharmacist, he turned his hand to writing and has written several novels and short stories.

Information about his work can be seen on his website

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The Chemist's Shop Front coverFirst they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out…

Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out…

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out…

Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me…and there was no one left to speak for me.

—Martin Niemoller, Protestant pastor

The Chemist’s Shop, a novel by RICHARD BRUMER. It is a gripping psychological suspense thriller wrapped around a tender love story.

Pharmacology professor Michael Ross retires from the world of academia in 1970 and opens a community pharmacy in a peaceful upstate New York town. He puts the horrific tragedies of his past behind him and finds serenity in his new life. That is, until he recognizes a customer as former Nazi SS officer, Hans Stern.

Michael looks into Stern’s cold steel-blue eyes, clenches his fists and boils inside, remembering how his three young daughters were taken from him and gassed, and his wife, Ilona, was tortured, raped and stripped of all dignity by Stern, twenty-five years earlier in Auschwitz.

Face to face with this evil being, Michael forces himself to stay calm. In that moment, he experiences two opposing but related feelings. One is anger, the other exhilaration.

Michael could not protect his family then, but he can avenge their deaths now. It isn’t just about killing Stern. That would be too easy. His death has to be slow, painful, and diabolical, and it begins with a game of chess.

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Dearest,

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be with you for the past few days. The court case consumes me but being in jail doesn’t take me away from you, When I lost you and later learned you were in Paradise, I felt cursed by the distance between us. But now I feel blessed that I can enjoy the finer parts of our love that others with the privilege of nearness fail to notice.

Our minds and hearts are joined for all eternity, a gift perhaps few can share. Thank you so much for loving me and being my wife.

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Miklos and Ilona protected their daughters from worry and harm so they could live in their sweet world of innocence. He was delighted to see his girls play dress-up as they danced around the house, like little ballerinas, to the music of Swan Lake. Little Eva was the best dancer of them all.

“Go, go, Eva,” he shouted and clapped with his hands over his head.

She turned and spun, like a prima ballerina, the star of the show. She had her own graceful style and expressed her emotions with her small, delicate hands, dancing and turning, with her arms arched above her. In his mind’s eye, Miklos saw her grown-up, in her ballet costume, on point and on stage.

The twins skipped and danced until they were breathless. They were all dressed up and fancy, painted with their mother’s makeup and wearing colorful outfits sewn together by Ilona from scraps of material. Roza and Magda had their own sense of grace. They lived in the moment, their moment, as they twirled their young bodies, attempted pirouettes, and leaped into the air.

Ilona turned toward Miklos and whispered in his ear, “When the girls are finished dancing, remind me to tell you something.”

“Tell me now.”

“No, it’s a surprise for the whole family.”

Magda’s excited cries interrupted them. “Look at me, look at me!” She skipped barefoot along the hardwood floor, spinning, turning and bowing to her audience.

“Wonderful!” Miklos shouted as he clapped in rhythm to the music.

“Look at me, too,” Roza yelled as she jumped up and down on the sofa.

Then little Eva caught her breath and performed her solo. “Look at me, Papa. I’m the swan queen.”

She twirled her young body around until she was dizzy, but continued to dazzle her audience. At the end of her dance, her black curls were wet with perspiration and she bowed to everyone as they applauded. Her eyes widened and sparkled when Miklos presented her with a red rose he had taken from Ilona’s birthday bouquet.

“Oh, Papa, thank you!” she said, taking in the delicate scent of the rose.

“You’re welcome, Eva. Every ballerina should have flowers when she takes her bows at the end of her performance.”

Miklos squeezed his wife’s hand. “Did you ever think that when our girls were born, they would provide us with so much entertainment?”

“Never,” Ilona said with tears of delight. “We were given a gift, a wonderful present,” she said, her dark-brown eyes glistening.

“We’re blessed,” he said with a deep sigh, but his thoughts were troubled.

“Will we be all right, Miklos?” Ilona asked. “I’m worried about the girls. They’re so young, just babies.”

“Everything will go well. I was a professor. The Nazis will show respect and find some use for me. We will be safe, Ilona. I promise you.”

Little Eva was out of breath. She sat on the couch, her chest heaving in and out, but Roza and Magda continued to dance with the little energy they had left. They loved each other in a special way, as twins do, but had distinctive personalities. Magda was a bit of a complainer, but good-natured. At the dinner table, she would scrutinize the food carefully and either eat it or give it a “yuck.” Her dream was to be a singer, and she constantly hummed and whistled her tunes. Roza was the resident introvert. She read books and loved to write poetry. She was sensitive, like her mother. Miklos thought that when his girls grew up, they would be a gift to the artistic world. They had so much ahead of them and were lucky to be at the beginning of their lives. The dancing and music continued. Everything will work out all right. He and Ilona continued to be an enthusiastic audience. They clapped and sang through their daughters performances.

Until…

The sound of marching boots and loud banging on the door brought the festivities to a halt.

Release Day Blitz: Tanner’s Devil by Sylvia Hubbard

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In Detroit, strange things can happen.

What does a Duke, a Former Street Doctor & Prostitute and A Pimp with a very big gun have to do with one another in 21st City of Detroit?

Find out in Tanner’s Devil.

Can an urban woman find love in a world not her own? Or give it up and accept her fate with her ex-pimp?

Tanner’s struggling trying to get away from the gritty streets of Detroit she was born and raised on. With a pimp as an ex-boyfriend, who’s constantly trying to get her back in the business and back in his arms, Tanner knows she’s got to better her situation immensely and get out the city all together because Donetello just doesn’t want to let go. Yet, with less than twenty-four hours to raise a large amount of money, Tanner knows she has to either work her ass off literally or give up her dream and return to Donetello’s eagerly waiting arms for security and peace of mind.

Devlin Sanchez has waited his whole life for this one moment. He’s saved himself for only the woman he would be with forever – his wife, but when he catches his bride in the arms of his best man and brother, he’s driven to circumstances that leave him unexpectedly wanting more of what he should have never had – Tanner.

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AUTHOR, BLOGGER, MOTHER, SPEAKER, JOURNALIST, RADIO HOST, CONSULTANT & MORE!

author picSylvia Hubbard knew she’d wanted to be a writer of romance long before she knew there were black writers in the world. Weaving stories magically as a summer past time to writing stories to get through the humdrum of school, she was able to create something from nothing.

Today, she has independently published over 37 books, is the founder of Motown Writers Network and The AA Electronic Literary Network, CEO of HubBooks Literary Services, runs over five blogs on a variety of subjects, host The Michigan Literary Network Radio Show and is a happily divorced mother of three children in Detroit, Michigan.

“I’m no superwoman,” she states with a smile that seems infinite on her lips. “I’m just being an asset in the world instead of a liability.”

Considered an addicted blogger by HoneyTechblog.com, nominated and recognized for her literary work in the Metro Detroit area, referred to as “A Literary Diva” by Detroit City Council and donned “Cliffhanger Queen” by her readers, she finds solace in speaking and educating on a variety of topics.

Her subjects range from Social Media, Internet Marketing, Creative Intimacy, Single Parenting, Blogging, E-Books, Publishing (all aspects i.e.: writing, publishing, marketing & promoting online & offline), and personal triumphs with inspiration mixed in.

Never a disappointment, Sylvia Hubbard, has spoken in front of thousands all over the United States and Canada.

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Founder of Motown Writers Network & The African American Electronic Literary Network & Motown Romance Network, Editor of The Essence of Motown Literary Journal.

Owner of HubBooks Literary Service and Co-Founder of Essence of Motown Writers Alliance Literary Conference

Moderator of Detroit Writers Galore & Lulu’s Romance Writers

Board Member of National Association of Black Writers, Michigan Black Independent Publishers

Present and Past Member of Great Lakes Booksellers Assc, National Association of Black Journalist-Detroit, Sisters In Crime, Black Writers Association, Romance Writers of America, World Romance Writers, Erotic Author’s Association, Real Sister Writers & Essentially Woman Literary Group, & Great Lakes Publishers Assc., Authors Supporting Authors (ASA), The Society of Midland Authors, The Michigan Reading Association

• Voted by Romance Book Cafe as a Favorite Author
• Spirit of Detroit Winner for 2005 by Detroit City Council
• 2006 State of Michigan Governor’s Certificate of Tribute Emerging Minority Business Leader Award
• 2005 Stone’s Revenge Voted Best African-American Mystery by Mojolist.com
• 2006 Triumphant SPIRIT Award Winner (acknowledging Legacy of Bessie Mae Downey Rhoades Martin) by Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc – Rho Sigma Chapter
• 2006 EbonyAuthor.com To Look Out For
• 2007 National Association of Women Business Owners (NAWBO) Greater Detroit Chapter’s Top 10 Michigan Business Giving Spirit Award Nominee
• 2007 Erotic Showdown Author Nominee by Publisher’s Market.
• 2007 Who’s Who In Black Detroit listing. (2nd Edition)
• 2007 National Inspiration Role Model Month (November) Literary Leader Award
• 2007 Powerful Visionary Award by Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc – Rho Sigma Chapter
• 2008 SORMAG.com Readers Choice Award The Best Multi-Cultural Self-Published Author of the Year
• 2008 Facilitator at Idlewild Dubois Writing Workshop
• 2008 Detroit Literary Empowerment Community Champion for Motown Writers Network
• 2008 Distinguish Service Award Recipient from Detroit City Council
• 2008 NaNoWriMo Winner for Eve’s Deception @ 56992 words
• 2008 Metro Times The Best of Detroit Recipient – Best Literary Host and Literacy Booster
• 2009 Black Author Network Community Literary Legend Author
• 2009 Who’s Who In Black Detroit listing. (3rd Edition)
• 2011 Shortie Award Nominee