Featured Author – Interview – The Return Of Yecheilyah Ysrayl

Welcome back!

You were a guest on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ before, where we learned about writing in your life and your projects.

Let’s see what you can tell us today:

1. Are you still writing in the same genre as you did before, and if not, why did you switch – or would you ever think to change genres?

This question is so interesting because I’ve been thinking a lot about genre. I find as an Indie Publisher one of the challenges is having to sort of “categorize” yourself. While I’m still writing Historical Fiction, I am starting to understand I am more so into Literary Fiction specifically. I say that because I am only interested in a certain kind of Historical Fiction. I love history across the board even though I didn’t like it in school, but when it comes to reading history in a fictional form, my real interest is in the so-called Black experience mostly. For this, I think I’ll start to use Literary Fiction more if I had to “categorize” my work. I don’t like being boxed in though so I’ll definitely change genres depending on what story I write.

 

2. Please, tell us a little about your writing process.

I don’t have much of a process. Every book I write is different and takes me on a different journey. The best answer I can give is that as I am writing the first draft and the story is flowing, sometimes I come upon a scene that requires me to stop and research. Now I know what they say when writing the first draft just write. Well, I can’t. At least not when I need information to finish a scene. Usually, I do my research separate from writing but when it comes to the creation of a scene that requires me to know more to write about it, I have to stop. Even if it’s just the first draft because I know how that scene looks in my head and what is required for it to be put down on the page. And I can always go back and perfect it later (during revisions) but before I can move on, I’ve got to be able to at least finish that scene.

For example: In Revelation, Book Two of The Nora White Story, there are new characters being introduced and one such character is named Red, Nora’s love interest. I was reading Malcolm X autobiography as I was writing book two so that’s where the inspiration for his name and some of his characteristics comes from. Long story short, Red is a numbers runner. A numbers runner is someone who collects policy slips and pays winners in a form of lottery called policy banking or as it was referred to by blacks in Harlem, the numbers game.

As newcomers to Harlem, Southern blacks like many northern-born African Americans, encountered racial and job discrimination and were unable to secure industrial jobs. Most labored in unskilled jobs and received less pay than their white counterparts. Under these socioeconomic conditions, African Americans developed diverse and creative responses to employment discrimination and economic disparity like rent parties and policy banking, a form of gambling that you would recognize today as the lottery. Playing the lottery is legal today, although illegal when poor black people were doing it.

 

3. What is important to know for young, new authors and writers?

Young and new authors and writers should pay attention to themselves. What I mean is, understand the power of your individuality, what sets you apart and how to infuse this self-identity into your writing. Inspiration is cool, motivation is exciting and publishing books is OK but without a knowledge of self, discipline, and endurance you won’t get very far. People will always tell you how it should be done and it is wise to listen to advice for sure. It is also wise to stay true to yourself, your personal mission as well as your contribution to the world. Only being who you are makes you different and set apart to everyone else and that’s what really makes your work what it is. If you really think about it, every book is essentially the same. It is the author/writer that makes it different.

 

4. Your experience in the writing world, do you think it has already taken you where you wanted to go?

No. In fact, I don’t know if I’ll ever get to where I want to go but I do know that I’ll be guided to where I need to be if that makes sense. I don’t like the idea of having “made it” or having obtained success because it means you must stop at some point and I do not intend to stop if it is Yah’s will. For me, life is about stepping stones and milestones. At some point, I’ll reach a milestone or accomplish a certain goal that I have wanted to achieve but I do not intend on stopping if it is in my power.

 

5. In your opinion, are you a writer or an author – and what is the difference for you?

I am both because in my opinion there is no difference. While an author would technically be published, I believe the journey is all encompassing. If I believe I’m a published author then I am even before I publish a book. Being a writer is just that, you write. Whether it means you publish books, write blog posts or research papers, you’re a writer. Being a writer can encompass many things and does not have to be restricted to writers of books. Maybe you publish articles. That makes you an author and a writer just the same.

 

6. Please, tell us about your projects again. Was there progress since the last interview or are there even completely new projects?

Yes, ma’am. I am working on quite a few projects, not all of which I will list here because we’ll be here all day.

Briefly, I am releasing a novel very soon which I am most excited about. Renaissance Book One in The Nora White Story. We follow Nora White as she attempts to follow her dreams of being a writer during The Harlem Renaissance Movement and the realities she is facing as she struggles to understand more about the difference between the Jim Crow South and the not-so-different North. We also follow her parents, Gideon and Molly White in their struggle to overcome their own pain in their search for their daughter who has left home without a word.

As I am preparing to release this book I am also revising Revelation which is Book Two in the series with hopes of getting it out by the close of the year.

 

Thank you for being my guest. It was such a pleasure to have you here!!

Thanks so much for having me. It is an honor.

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Connect with Yecheilyah:

Author Website: https://www.yecheilyahysrayl.com/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Yecheilyah-Ysrayl/e/B00ML6OHFA 
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8336941.Yecheilyah_Ysrayl
Blog: https://thepbsblog.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/literarykornerpublishing
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ahouseofpoetry
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yecheilyah/

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Renaissance: The Nora White Story (Book One)

 

When seventeen-year-old Nora White successfully graduates High School in 1922 Mississippi and is College bound, everyone is overjoyed and excited. Everyone except Nora. She dreams of Harlem, Cotton Clubs, Fancy Dresses, and Langston Hughes. For years, she’s sat under Mr. Oak, the big oak tree on the plush green grass of her families five acres, and daydreamed of The Black Mecca.
The ambitious, young Nora is fascinated by the prospect of being a famous writer in The Harlem Renaissance and decides she doesn’t want to go to College. Despite her parent’s staunch protest, Nora finds herself in Jacobsville, New York, a small town forty-five minutes outside of Harlem.
Shocked by their daughter’s disappearance, Gideon and Molly White are plagued with visions of the deadly south, like the brutal lynching of Gideon’s sister years ago. As the couple embark on a frightening and gut wrenching search for Nora, they are each stalked by their own traumatic past. Meanwhile, Nora learns that the North is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Can Gideon and Molly overcome their disturbing past in time to find their daughter before it’s too late?

Coming July 15, 2017

https://www.yecheilyahysrayl.com/

 

 

“The author really did her research, touching on the feud between Zora and Langston over a play written by both, but only Zora was given credit. The way she wove Nora into the middle of the feud was genius. It was reminiscent of Forrest Gump a bit.(That, in my world is a HUGE compliment – I love Forrest Gump)”
–          Lisa W. Tetting

“When I finished reading Renaissance: The Nora White Story I actually shouted. I loved, loved this book. From beginning to end. The characters are still alive inside my mind. The setting as well. I could smell the hot soup the girls had or the rain on the hot earth. The dialogue is superb; I can still hear the soft southern accent in my mind.”

– Adele Marie Park

 

“The author did a fabulous job of inserting the fictional Nora White into the historical time period. The story flips between Nora’s family back home and her experiences in New York. It was a great storytelling technique because the reader was able to grasp the stark differences in life between the two geographical locations while realizing the specter of racism existed everywhere. I also liked the fact that the characters spoke with the typical speech patterns of the time. From a historical perspective, it was like experiencing time travel to another era.”

– Colleen Chesebro

 

“First of all, let me say that I’m loving your book so far. The voice (yours/Nora’s), imagery, dialogue, and overall literary style remind me of Toni Morrison’s and Zora Neale Hurston’s. Damn, girl! You’re giving me goals!”

– Nadine Tomilson

 

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Yecheilyah’s books:

 

Amazon US

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Featured Author – Interview – The return of Renee Scattergood

Welcome back!

You were a guest on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ before, where we learned about writing in your life and your projects.

Let’s see what you can tell us today:

 

1. Are you still writing in the same genre as you did before, and if not, why did you switch – or would you ever think to change genres?

Yes, I am, but I’m dabbling more with other speculative fiction genres as well. All dark, of course. I think my stories will always have that element of darkness to them.

 

2. Please, tell us a little about your writing process.

All my stories begin with a character. Most of the time it’s the main character, but with Shadow Stalker, Kado was the first character I created and the world and everything else was built around him even though he wasn’t the main character. Once I have a character in mind, I just place them in situations in my mind and I let the world and everything else come together in my imagination around that character.

Once it’s cemented in my mind, I begin writing down the ideas in no particular order. From there, I plan basic details about other characters, the plot and the world. I don’t go into too much detail because I like to let most of the details develop with the story. From there I create a simple world map and timeline so I get everything in order and other minute details (such as distance and direction) right.

Then I start creating the scenes, write an outline from that and begin writing. The actual writing has many step, and I suppose you can say some of those steps would count as editing, but for me it’s still writing. My first draft is nothing more than a skeleton. It reads more like screenplay. When the first draft is finished, I go back and fill in details. That’s where I change the telling to showing and bring the story to life.

3. What is important to know for young, new authors and writers?

No matter what, don’t ever give up. Even when it seems hopeless, just keep writing. No one who has ever kept at it has ever failed. It might take years, but eventually you’ll get there.

 

4. Your experience in the writing world, do you think it has already taken you where you wanted to go?

I’m still in the middle of my journey. Honestly, it’s a journey I hope never ends. When I reach one goal, I’ll set another so I always have something to strive for. Right now, I’m aiming to reach a point where my income from book sales is enough to support my family. From there… who knows?

 

5. In your opinion, are you a writer or an author – and what is the difference for you?

I’m both. A writer is someone who writes. It’s that simple. An author is someone who has written and published a story, essay, article, etc. So, really, even someone who has a blog is an author. I’ve always had a hard time understanding why people complicate those terms.

 

6. Please, tell us about your projects again. Was there progress since the last interview or are there even completely new projects?

Well, my Shadow Stalker serial is ending soon. The last episode will be released in September and the Bundle will be released in November. I’ve begun work on my next serial, which will be about the origin of the shadow stalkers. The episodes in that one will be shorter (about 3k to 4k words), but I’ll be releasing a new one every two weeks. Each season will have 22 episodes and at the end of each year, I’ll release a bundle of all the episodes from that season.

I’m also publishing short stories more regularly now and working on my first novel series.

Thank you for being my guest. It was such a pleasure to have you here!!

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Full Title: Shadow Stalker: Awakened (Episode 20)

Release Date: 21 June 2017

Description:

Appolia is once again under siege. Auren returns to find the Galvadi are using extremely inhumane tactics to demoralise the Coalition. She needs to help the Coalition before everything is lost. If Auren can use her newfound abilities to find the Galvadi’s greatest weakness, they might stand a chance in bringing the Galvadi down once and for all.

 

Buy links:

http://reneescattergood.com/books/shadow-stalker-awakened-episode-20/

 

For those who have not read the serial: Get Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episode 1 – 6) and Shadow Stalker Part 2 (Episodes 7 – 12) Free: http://reneescattergood.com/get-my-free-books/

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Bio:

Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and daughter, Taiya. She has always been a fan of fantasy and was inspired to become a story-teller by George Lucas, but didn’t start considering writing down her stories until she reached her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing dark fantasy and paranormal thrillers.

She is currently publishing her monthly Shadow Stalker serial, and she has published a prequel novella to the series called, Demon Hunt. She is also working on a new series of novels, A God’s Deception.

Aside from writing, she loves reading (fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and doing crafts and science experiments with her daughter. Visit her site for more information and a free copy of Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 – 6): http://reneescattergood.com

 

Contact URLs:

Website/Blog: http://reneescattergood.com/
Renee’s Author Spotlight: http://reneesauthorspotlight.blogspot.com.au/
Renee’s Shadow Stalkers: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/16rTPYCAwDq5cpyxHfphx0-x6ka9C7DWoJsdgYa2CyAw/viewform
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00NTJY1W2
Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/rscatts
BookBub Author Page: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/renee-scattergood
Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8507658.Renee_Scattergood
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/reneescatts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ReneeScatts
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Newsletter:

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Excerpt #1:

Makari stirred the contents of the pot that held our evening meal. “Now is probably not the best time for exploring.”

“No. I know. I was just thinking that maybe one of these tunnels might lead to the camp.”

“They might, but we have no idea which ones, and we’re more likely to get lost.”

I was only partially listening to them. One of the tunnels seemed to stand out more than the others. It seemed brighter even though I knew it couldn’t have been. And voices whispered in my mind as if encouraging me to go there. “I can find the way, but it will take several hours of hiking.”

“You’ve been in these mountains?” Makari asked.

“Well, Kado and I did come up here a few times, but not this mountain specifically. We went further north.” I sighed. Now was just as good a time as any to tell him. “My powers have returned. I drank the water from the Black Lake and after that something happened. I can access the shadow world again, but it’s different now. Everything feels different.”

“Different how?”

I shook my head. “I can’t explain it.”

 

 

Excerpt #2:

“You’re sure you know what you’re doing?” Jade asked, nervously.

This had been her idea and now that she realized how narrow and dark the tunnels were, she didn’t feel as confident.

“Yes. I’m absolutely sure.”

It wasn’t long before we came to the first fork. I paused to examine both tunnels. Even with the torch light, one tunnel stood out brighter than the other. The voices seemed louder now too as I headed down the left tunnel. I was on the right path. Every time we came to a fork, it was the same.

“We seem to be going down. You’re positive this is the way?” Makari asked.

“Yes.” I closed my eyes a moment and I could see the tunnel laid out before me in my mind. “It starts going up again a short distance from here, but it’s going to be a pretty steep incline.”

After another twenty minutes of walking, I paused at the bottom of the incline.

Makari seemed stunned. “How are you doing this?”

“I have no idea. It’s as though something is guiding me.”

“I hope it’s something that wants to help and not something that wants to get us lost or killed,” Jade said.

 

Excerpt #3:

I didn’t have time to reflect on what just happened. Makari was still in danger. I moved closer to him, right on the edge of the veil. I felt the tingling of the beryllonium’s effects. Strangely, I suddenly felt stronger. I needed to get Makari back into the shadow world before that trooper came to his senses and returned. If I could wrap myself in the veil, maybe I could do the same for him.

In my mind, I imagined the veil like a blanket. I pushed it out and manipulated it so that it surrounded Makari.

He sat up, looking around. Are you doing this, Auren?

Yes, I sent back.

When he regained some of his strength he shifted and joined me in the shadow world. We returned to the cavern.

“What did you do? How did you do that?” Makari asked.

“I’m not sure. Somehow, I was able to affect the trooper’s thoughts. I convinced him that you weren’t a threat and he left. Then I wrapped you in the veil to nullify the beryllonium’s effects.”

Makari shook his head slowly then gazed at me. “Could you do that again?”

Shadow Stalker Part 3 (Episode 19) Release – by Renee Scattergood

 

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Bio:

 

Renee Scattergood lives in Australia with her husband, Nathan, and daughter, Taiya. She has always been a fan of fantasy and was inspired to become a story-teller by George Lucas, but didn’t start considering writing down her stories until she reached her late twenties. Now she enjoys writing dark fantasy and paranormal thrillers.

 

She is currently publishing her monthly Shadow Stalker serial, and she has published a prequel novella to the series called, Demon Hunt. She is also working on a new series of novels, A God’s Deception.

 

Aside from writing, she loves reading (fantasy, of course), watching movies with her family, and doing crafts and science experiments with her daughter. Visit her site for more information and a free copy of Shadow Stalker Part 1 (Episodes 1 – 6): http://reneescattergood.com

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Author Pages:

 

Website/Blog: http://reneescattergood.com/

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00NTJY1W2

Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/rscatts

Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/reneescatts

Twitter: https://twitter.com/ReneeScatts

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/100671337443224225702/posts

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Get a Free Book: http://www.subscribepage.com/ReneeWrites

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Description:

Auren is coerced into returning to the Dark Isle, but when Makari is betrayed and forced into hiding, she knows she can’t stay. Will Kado stand in her way?

Buy Link: http://reneescattergood.com/books/shadow-stalker-the-beginning-of-the-end-episode-19/

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt #1:

 

Kado closed the distance between us. “Auren, I’m taking you from this place. You can either come or your own free will or by force.”

 

Tamir tensed next to me. I held my hand up to stall whatever he was planning. I didn’t need this turning into a fight, especially in front of Jade. Physically she was healing well, but her mind was still fragile.

 

“If I go with you—“

 

“If?” Kado arched an eyebrow.

 

“’If’ I go with you, we have to take Jade as well, and you have to promise me you’ll return her to Deakan on Appolia before we return to the Dark Isle.”

 

“It’s not possible, Auren. You can give birth any day now. Makari will keep Jade safe for the time being.”

 

Jade grabbed tightly onto my arm.

 

I stood my ground. “I won’t leave without her.”

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Excerpt #2:

 

“Let’s move,” he whispered.

 

He turned towards the mountains to lead us on a more difficult path. So much for taking the easier route through the pass. It wouldn’t likely slow the dogs, but it might slow their handlers and the dogs wouldn’t stray far from them. By the time we started up the mountain, the dogs were getting closer.

 

“Keep going,” Kado told me. “I’m going to lead them away from you and I’ll catch up.”

 

Kado strode off. Jade watched him with panic in her eyes.

 

“Don’t worry. He’ll be back soon,” I assured her.

 

“Yeah, but what if they come after us?”

 

Excerpt #3:

 

Jade rested her hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “It must have been hard realizing you knew nothing about who you really were.”

 

“It was, but at the same time at least I finally understood why Kado was so protective of me. Even then, the Galvadi were hunting for me. And I didn’t make it easy for him. He was trying to keep us off their scanners, while I was doing everything possible to gain some freedom.”

 

“That’s pretty scary. I wonder if you ever came close to being captured even then.”

 

I shrugged. “Kado never said anything, but then he’s not one to rehash the past unless there’s something to gain from it.”

 

Jade sighed. “Does Kado hate me?”

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BOAW – Blog Fest – Girl Boner Entry – PG-18

This post is part of the Beauty of a Woman BlogFest VI! To read more entries, and potentially win a fun prize, visit the fest page between today and 11pm PST March 11th.

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Lies, boring sex and does size really matter?

Once upon a time… It was a while ago I was in a relationship I considered to be happy. It was a long-distance, long-term relationship, and later engagement. And there it languished. If we had lived closer together, I eventually had realized much earlier, that this guy was a lazy, lying, nightmarish sociopath. But for a while I was happy. He made me happy. He made me feel like I was the only one, the prettiest, the most beautiful woman! (I found out later he told this to at least 6 or 7 other women too – at the same time – but that’s not subject of this post).

At the time he made me happy, satisfied me in bed until I finally realized two things: The man had literally no idea how a female body works, and I wasn’t sure whether he was properly educated when it comes to the ‘birds and the bees’.

Maybe this might help him:

Yes, he carefully watched my reactions, and I figure his request for me to let myself go and make noises during sex made it easier for him to see what action leads to what reaction. But other than that, he was more or less helpless.

·    He had no idea why women menstruate

·    He had no clue how to recognize when a woman fakes an orgasm

·    He was totally oblivious how many orgasms a woman can have before dying

·    He figured the more orgasms, the better satisfied

·    The thought of a woman faking an orgasm just to get him off her finally never occurred to him.

As for me: I finally realized how boring this man was. All he was (and probably still is) interested in is sleeping, eating and sex. And there we go: He was even boring in bed. Due to us being apart for long times and then meeting again, it took me a while to find out that these sexual meetings always followed a certain program. Like a time frame, or maybe a ‘user manual.’

1. Tell her you love her

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

3. Tell her you missed her

4. Repeat point 1 – 3 excessively

5. Undress her

6. shower with her (because she insists)

7. tell her some more she’s beautiful

8. give her oral satisfaction

9. extend that until she screams

10. before she sneaks off (again), finally try to get your own satisfaction (provided it stands)

That was about it. There was no variation, no ideas, no new things, nothing magic, not even much fun after a certain time.

In the end, I finally just sighed and shortened the entire happening somewhere between point 1 and 4 – and again around point 7 and 8. Earlier screaming makes the entire thing end up faster, right?

And there was something else that irritated me to no end: his pride about the size of his penis. I just frowned at him when he mentioned the 9 inches. Do I need to understand what the point is why men need to show off their size? Provided of course they have it! Because of these 9 inches were, if not a lie, at least an exorbitant exaggeration. To this day I still believe he read that one number ‘upside down.’ It would explain a lot.

At the end it came as it had to: The relationship came to an end. Do I regret what happened? In a way, I do, yes. It shouldn’t have taken this long for me to realize how boring the man was, both in and outside the bed.

It took me a while to get out of the grief – but once I got over it, I thought, okay. Next time it will be better. And I thought it did…

*****

Unexpectedly and to my great surprise a man from my past showed up out of the shadows. Over 20 years ago we had worked together on a project, but once the project had ended, we’ve never seen each other again.

That man was so handsome when he was younger! Back then he had swept me off my feet. And now he came back into my life to do just the very same thing again. I’m no kid, and I usually don’t suffer from unexpected hallucinations. He got older, just as I did. We all change a bit with age. The only difference is that I’m realistic about it – he isn’t.

His way of making love with me was to ‘jump on me,’ wild, feral… his foreplay limited to the words “Are you awake?”

Considering the years before I had the most boring sex one can only imagine, this might have been a welcome change. For just a moment. Then I woke up. My man complained I was “too aroused.” I hate to say that, but I had to really, I mean, really control myself extremely hard not to laugh out loudly. Why? Let’s say it this way: As a woman in love, you don’t tell the man of your desire that he does turn you on, but unfortunately he’s got a penis about the size of an IHOP breakfast sausage.

And no, this is not me making fun of him. I’m 5’3″ and never had a child. My gynecologist uses his instruments the size for young girls – and still, I had the feeling having sex with my boyfriend was like throwing a wiener into a garage… What does that tell us? The good thing was: I knew it wasn’t me. He is that convinced everything about him, on him and in him is totally perfect, he had to find a reason why our sexual being together wasn’t as good as he wanted it to be. And since he “is” perfect, it was my fault.

Only a while later he told me, he wanted me to lose weight. – And that was it for me. Couldn’t he find a way to accept me the way I am; even more since he told me before that he would? I informed him that it was time to say ‘goodbye.’

To my great surprise, this got to me. I was extremely depressed after this separation. I missed him horribly… But I am lucky. I have the most wonderful friends on Earth. They helped me getting over him and comforted me.

I think the final moment when I was prepared to let go, was that particular day when I went grocery shopping and heard a song that reminded me of him. In a blur, our time together raced through my memory… and I thought to myself: “Really, girl… did you want to stay together with a man who is that bad in bed?” And then I started laughing.

It is, I might add at this point, a little embarrassing to laugh out loudly and being unable to stop, in the middle of a supermarket, right between broccoli and bananas. However, I made it out alive. The only thing I regret until this day is, that I never gave him “The Kamasutra” for his birthday.

*****

These two relationships taught me three things; I better keep in mind from now on:

1. I need a man who has a goal in life that goes further than meals, sleep, and sex. I need a man who moves his ass and works for what he wants and has a certain fantasy and ideas; a man with a certain education, whose messages I can read without flinching over the misspellings and who is experienced and interested enough to find out how to satisfy a woman. A man, with whom sharing intimacy makes my skin tickle, my skull explode until I can count the stars in the sky and my toenails roll up.

2. Does size really matter? To me, it does, yes. Do I compare? Was that one better than this one? Hell no! The size of the penis isn’t half as interesting as the man that’s accompanying it. But to me, there needs to be ‘something’ to feel.

3. I am, in my very individual and unique way, beautiful. And I deserve better than what I have been accepting of a relationship for the past few years.

 

I, therefore, decided to celebrate my beauty. I am unique; I am special, I am beautiful, I am humorous, loving, caring and helpful… I am many things; and yes, in bed I’m a revelation. *wink*

I deserve to have what I want, and I deserve to be happy!

*****

Blog Tour – Kings of the Empire by M. A. Abraham

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Kings of the Empire

 

The Elven Chronicles: Book 12

 

By

 

M.A. Abraham

 

Blog Tour


 

About the Book:

 

The Empire is rising to face the enemy. They are not alone, for their allies and neighbors have come to help; some have even come to fight despite the objections of their own rulers.

 

The Drazon is free, the Demon Hordes are on the march, and their numbers are staggering. Will the Empire survive this challenge? Or will their enemies prevail? The stakes are high, for if they fail to win the upcoming battles, the lives of every Elf in the Empire will be in jeopardy. No one knows the real extent of what they will be facing

 

As the Elves prepare to fight, the Drazon attacks at will, first challenging the might of the Dragons. He feels invincible. Omnipotent. Immortal. He will show the world who is in charge and the meaning of fear. His hatred knows no boundary.

 

While King Lothrariel continues to hold his Empire and, the lives of his people together, he is besieged by problems. He turns to Gabriel, to handle the greatest tasks, and to resume his place as Commander in Chief of the Combined Elven Armies of the Empire. Lothrariel must also answer his Life Mate’s call to fight at her side. He quickly finds out there is more to her summons than their bond. As an Oracle, she ‘sees’ the possible outcomes, but she cannot speak of them, she can only guide.


 

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Excerpt:

 

General Jerrol Eagle Claw’s warhorse crashed through the circle of the Demon Warriors that surrounded his brother.  He immediately jumped from the saddle, even before his horse came to a stop.  He knew his mount would know what to do, as well as his men.  He didn’t need to order any of them into action, as he rushed to protect Gildren’s back.  This is what they had been trained all their lives for.  The first words their father had taught them were to protect their brothers’ backs in a fight.  They had lived their lives by that creed.  Never leave a comrade vulnerable in battle, unless there is no other choice.

 

“Your timing is impeccable, brother,” General Gildren Eagle Claw praised General Jerrol.

 

“You didn’t expect me to let you take on the whole Demon Horde on your own, did you?”  General Jerrol Eagle Claw returned.  He didn’t like the way Gildren sounded.  His bother’s words were weak, even if he never missed a beat with the way he handled his swords.  They stood back to back, and met all the Demon Warriors who came close to them, as they exchanged quick snippets of information.

 

“We brought reinforcements.  The Wild Elven Army came to join us.  After the battles, there will only be a short cleanup left to do.”  General Jerrol informed Gildren.

 

“Good, because I don’t believe I have much fight left in me anymore,” Gildren admitted.

 

At this moment, the two brothers were once more comrades at arms.  They were no longer Generals, as far as they were concerned, they were family.  They struck out at one Demon Warrior after another, until they quit coming at them.  When they reached that point, and they couldn’t see anymore signs of impending danger, Jerrol turned to congratulate Gildren, only to need to rush to his side to catch him, as his legs gave out beneath him.  He couldn’t control the instantaneous reaction that echoed through his mind, as he threw his head back to scream.

 

“No, Gildren.”

 

Gildren’s blood soaked his uniform, and his face was white with fatigue.  He looked into his brother’s face, and saw the anguish written on his expression, and he smiled as he commented.

 

“I think we won.  Dad will be proud of us.”

 

Gildren closed his eyes, as his head lolled over to the side, and Jerrol gave a loud keening scream.  Not Gildren, not his older brother.  Not the man he looked up to as much as he did their father.  What would he tell their mother?  They won the war in this part of the Elven Empire, but lost part of the heart of their family?  That wasn’t good enough.  He tried to pour as much of the healing power he had in him, into his brother, but like his father, he hadn’t been blessed with much.

 

Jerrol felt a hand press against his shoulder, as one of the Wild Elves responded to his anguished call for help.  It was their leader.  He walked around, to kneel before Jerrol, and took Gildren from his arms to hold him.  After a few moments, he turned to another Wild Elf and commanded.

 

“Summon Sonata, this Elf lives yet.  Tell her she is needed here more than anywhere else.”

 

“Sonata does not heal yet, she is too young,” the Wild Elf, the leader had spoken to, responded.

 

“Bring her now, and make it quick,” The leader ordered.

 

The second in command didn’t question his King a second time.  He could tell by the tone in this voice that there would be no arguing with him.  He had been given a Royal Command.  He raised his face to the sky to watch as Sonata came on the wings of a large Battle Bird.  Her sister followed close behind.

 

Jerrol watched, as Sonata slid off the back of her Battle Bird and then approached his brother.  He didn’t care if she looked like an Elven male’s dream, all he could think about was Gildren, and how close to dying he was.

 

The Wild Elven King usually kept his daughters away from the Elves from the outside world.  Their customs were different than theirs.  He believed that was part of the reason the magic in this part of the Elven Empire was so weak.  He smiled, as his Life Mate arrived on a panther, and then came to stand at his side, as they watched Sonata run her hands over the young Elven male.  When she was finished, she raised her eyes to meet with those of her mother, and spoke.

 

“There is so little left of him to hold onto, yet, there is something about him that calls to me, something that tells me it is important that I heal him.”

 

Sonata’s voice was clear, and sounded sweeter than the first songbird of summer, and her eyes shone a clear blue.  Her honey colored hair hung past her hips in long unfettered curls, and her lips looked soft and inviting, in a heart shaped face.

 

“I will help,” Sonata’s sister spoke with a voice what was whisper soft.

 

The sound of the second sister’s voice made Jerrol suddenly glance at her.  The moment he saw her, he felt his mouth go dry.  She was every bit as beautiful as her sister, but in a more ethereal fashion, with her coloring being a much paler shade of moonlight.  Something deep in his chest made his heart pound, as if it recognized something special about her.  His mind reached to understand the reason, and his eyes searched for whatever was attracting him.  She, however, refused to look directly at him.  Instead, she rushed to the other side of Gildren, to kneel at his side, and clasp her sister’s hands with hers, as she closed her eyes.  The two Wild Elven Females began to chant a healing spell, and he turned his attention back to his brother.

 

As the girls sang, Jerrol could see Gildren begin to gain ground.  His chest began to show signs of his breathing, and his eyes fluttered, as he fought to open them.  He closed his eyes too, as he offered his strength to help heal his brother.

 

The Wild Elven King looked at his Life Mate, as he wrapped his hand around her fingers, and she looked up at him for a moment, before she reached up to offer him a kiss.  They knew what they had just seen, and what to expect.  It wasn’t anything that happened often, but occasionally they were surprised in this manner.  The Fates worked in the strangest of ways.

 

“You cannot fight this my love.  We knew that Sonata and Lumina would someday meet their Life Mates.  I have a feeling these Elves are special, and will care for our girls well,” The Wild King’s Life Mate assured him.

 

“I know, but Light Elves?”  The Wild Elven King replied with distaste.

 

“Do not dismiss the choices of the fates.  It never ends well when we fight their plans,” The Wild Elven King’s Life Mate warned.

 

A high ranking Elf from the Elven Nation walked up to the Wild Elven King and asked.  “Do you know if the General will survive?”

 

“General?”  The Wild Elven King asked.

 

“Yes, General Gildren Eagle Claw, he is the son of the High Lord General Gabriel Eagle Claw, and the Tratchar Eden.  The one standing at his side is his brother, General Jerrol Eagle Claw.  They directed this portion of the war, while their father fights in the Light Elven Kingdom.”  The Elf from the Elven Empire answered.

 

Eagle Claws, his daughters were Life Mates to Eagle Claw Generals.  It was something the Wild Elven King could live with, for that family was strong, and spoken of with great reverence.  It was something he found usually went deeper then respect or admiration.  Their people actually loved them.  He reached out with his power, to feed it to the ailing Elf.  He knew it wouldn’t take much longer before the two young male Elves would be kneeling before him for his blessing.  They would know the girls were too young for bonding yet, but that would soon pass.  As that thought crossed his mind, he felt a pressure on his fingers.  It was his Life Mate, letting him know in her subtle way, that she was pleased with his decision to accept things as they were.


 

About the Author:

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I come from a very large family (mostly brothers), and to make a long story very short, we were a lively group.  We loved to tease each other.  Which is why I was able to outrun them (even if I am the shortest!). It was a matter of survival. My one and only sister was another matter, I think it would have been a close call to try to outrun her.  To put it bluntly, we had a happy childhood.

 

When I was growing up, my job was to play guardian angel to my little brother, which meant keeping him safe.  I ended up getting into more fights trying to do that than any other time – I guess that is one of the reasons that when I write about warriors, I know something about battles.

 

Writing was never my childhood dream, although I was the one who made up stories to play out when we got together with other children.  It was probably the beginning of what drove me to write; that, and a challenge from a friend in Jr. High.  She proudly showed me her story, and asked me to read it, which I did.  I have to admit, I was no diplomat, and embarrassed to admit it.  I told her what I thought was wrong with it, she told me to do better, and then when I did she threw her book out.  I felt bad, but it was too late to change things.

 

It was the beginning of a whole different phase in my life.  Now, instead of playing the story out, I wrote them.  The trouble a young girl can get into doing something so innocent.  People do not understand that flashlights use batteries, if you are not allowed to put the lights on in the house in the middle of the night. (Imagine that!)  Teachers take offence when you are writing, and not listening when they are lecturing.  I would write my stories and hide them in the closet, where they stayed until one of the nieces found them.  We all know what happened then.  Yes, you guessed it, Becca had just finished her formatting course, and those books were interesting, which meant they were about to become public domain.

 

So, now that my closet has been raided, and some of my stashes have been found, the worlds I once created are coming out into the open, where everyone can read them, slowly, as fillers between books that are evolving on a day to day basis, along with series like, The Elven Chronicles, Tantalus, EC: One Empire and Guardians of the Future, and who knows what else the future will bring.

 

Maybe it was her form of revenge for what I have done in the past, but I cannot imagine why.  I have been a good girl, granted, there are some of my family who will try to tell you that I’m not as innocent as I would like everyone to believe.  That I have earned what I have reaped, and have a personality that keeps them on their toes. (Do not believe them.)  Granted, over the years, I have earned several nicknames from the nieces and nephews 😉  ,  Names like – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush.  My favourite response to them, when they try to get me into trouble, is just to look at them with a wide, doe eyed expression, and say “Moi?????”

 

As for pets, I have a seal point Siamese cat named Athena Ravenspaw, and another, a lilac point torte Siamese, I called Azorez Tathar Silver Myst.  Both like to romp in the middle of the night, on top the bed, and sleep during the day.


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Blog Tour – Arcane Kiss by Angela Knight

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Arcane Kiss

 

Talents: Book One

 

By

 

Angela Knight

 

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Alone, veteran Kurt Briggs is no match for the Arcane terrorists who threaten the nation’s leadership. He needs Arcanist Genevieve Reyes by his side. But when shared danger leads to shared desires, the consequences could be deadly for them both.

 

Kurt Briggs has a spirit link to a tiger Familiar that gives him superhuman abilities, but when his father is murdered, the military veteran becomes a target for terrorist sorcerers. Alone, Kurt finds he’s no match for the witch and her shape-shifting polar bear. He turns to Arcanist Genevieve Reyes for help in fighting the killers’ spells.

 

As Genevieve and Kurt hunt the terrorists, shared danger leads to shared desire. But they soon realize Kurt’s passion for Gen weakens his control over his cat. The consequences could be deadly for them both. Genevieve is attracted to Kurt’s animal sensuality, but she knows she may be in as much danger from his tiger as she is from the terrorists.

 

Then they learn the terrorists plan to sacrifice Kurt to power a horrific spell designed to decimate the U.S. government. Even if Kurt and Gen manage to stop the terrorists, their evil sorcery may trigger a witch hunt that could mean the destruction of everyone with magical Talent — including Kurt and Genevieve.


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The tiger bounded toward him in a blur of striped fur and powerful muscle. Kurt Briggs braced himself as the animal reared to thump huge paws down on his shoulders. Somehow he managed not to fall on his ass, though eight feet of cat made an awkward dance partner.

 

Rumbling, the beast touched a cool, damp nose to Kurt’s, drinking in his scent. “Hi to you, too, Stoli.” Kurt dug his fingers in thick reddish gold fur to give his Familiar a scratch. Golden eyes narrowed in feline ecstasy and Stoli chuffed a greeting.

 

Kurt chuffed back, a sound like a muffled raspberry — friendly rather than rude.

 

The cat’s gaze met his, rich autumn gold striated with umber and sunlit yellow. Stoli’s eyes began to glow as he touched Kurt’s consciousness, sending a surge of affection and pleasure through their spirit link.

 

Kurt smiled at his partner’s delight, tasting the beef and chicken Stoli had just eaten, feeling the precise location of the itch that made one round ear flick. He reached up to give the spot a good scratch. Stoli produced a rumbling moan of gratitude.

 

The tiger dropped to all fours again, looking up at him. He didn’t have to look far; the top of Stoli’s head came to Kurt’s hip.

 

In the tiger’s mind, water rushed through fur, cooling hot flesh as reflected sunlight danced. Kurt recognized the lake that lay on the other side of the enclosure. His Familiar wanted to go swimming. Unlike most cats, tigers loved water.

 

“Sounds good to me. It’s hotter than hell, and I’m not even furry.”

 

Stoli chuffed and turned toward the lake with a flick of his striped tail. Kurt strolled after him across the thick grass.

 

Clusters of oaks, birches and maples shaded the enclosure against the South Carolina sun, and every breath carried the rich, humid smell of loam and growing things. The plant life was so thick, he could barely see the surrounding fifteen-foot-high enclosure fence.

 

Through the trees, he spotted the flickering glint of afternoon sunlight on water. The spring-fed lake lay at the heart of Briggs Feral Sanctuary, shared by several big cat enclosures separated by fences embedded in the lake floor.

 

Another tiger lounged in the shallows, six hundred pounds of stripes, attitude and luminous golden eyes. Dave gave them a lazy blink, indolent as a pasha.

 

And like a pasha, he apparently had a harem — or at least a gang of devoted fans. Ten female volunteers clustered just outside the enclosure fence as close as they dared get. Dressed in shorts, hats and T-shirts with the BFS lion logo, they all wore grins of anticipation as they waited for him to do something amazing.

 

Or, knowing Dave, inappropriate.

 

Stoli catapulted off the bank, sailed through the air, and landed on the other cat with a huge splash. The volunteers fled the arcing water, yelping and laughing.

 

Dave roared, batting at Stoli’s nose with sheathed claws. “Back off, Tigger! Do I look like fuckin’ Pooh Bear to you?”

 

Stoli bounded from the water and raced off, chuffing like a giggling ten-year-old who’d pranked his brother.

 

Which was exactly what he was. The two cats had been litter-mates before they’d melded with their human partners. Otherwise they couldn’t have shared an enclosure; their fights would have been real.

 

“You’d better run, asshole! I’ll turn you into a rug!” Dave flopped back down in the water with a huff of feline disdain. “The crap I put up with.”

 

Kurt’s grin faded. Dave did indeed put up with a hell of a lot.

 

Like not being human anymore.

 

A year ago he’d been Dave Frost, a member of Kurt’s Arcane Corps unit — a tall, lanky blond with a wicked sense of humor and cool courage. But that was before Dave had died, leaving his soul trapped in the body of Smilodon, his Familiar.

 

Another man might have surrendered to bitterness and grief for his lost humanity. Dave taught himself to talk by making the air vibrate with magic instead of human vocal cords. Now he was building a thriving career as a YouTube smartass.

 

“You got me all wet,” a blonde volunteer complained, pretending to pout as she pulled at her soaked shirt.

 

The tiger gave her a toothy grin. “My pleasure.”

 

“Ladies, quit flirting with the wildlife and finish cleaning the enclosures,” Kurt told them, putting a little subsonic rumble in his voice. Dave wasn’t the only one who could manipulate sound with his magic. “We don’t want BFS to smell like the world’s biggest litter box.”

 

“Killjoy,” Dave complained.

 

“You heard the man.” Karla Morgen, the volunteer coordinator, made a shooing gesture at the women. “The poop won’t scoop itself.”

 

“You know,” Kurt told Dave as the volunteers scattered, “you couldn’t be any more a ham if you were Porky Pig.”

 

“How else would I bring home the bacon?” He flicked a paw, and an invisible snare drum banged out a rimshot.

 

Kurt laughed. “You’re getting scary with the magical sound effects.”

 

“I live to terrify. Speaking of performances, how many tickets did we sell last night? Looked like every inch of the arena bleachers had somebody’s butt on it.”

 

“Pretty much.” BFS’s “Feral 101” show was designed to educate sanctuary visitors about big cats. They’d livened it up with a demonstration of Feral abilities, but the material had still been as dry as sawdust — until Dave had taken the emcee job in his capable paws. “We brought in five thousand in ticket sales and donations, plus another thousand for selfies and souvenirs.”

 

And they needed every dime. Keeping fifty-nine exotic cats fed and healthy wasn’t something you did on a shoestring.

 

Dave gave him a smug smile. “I has skillz. I also has half a million followers.”

 

“You’re just lucky they don’t know what an asshole you are.”

 

“I’m a tiger. We’re supposed to be assholes.”

 

Movement across the lake drew Kurt’s attention. In the next enclosure, a lion came to the water’s edge, accompanied by his two lionesses. Staring at the tigers, the Familiar roared.

 

“What are you bitching about, Clarence?”

 

“He’s probably missing Jake.” Jake Nolan, like Dave, had served on Kurt’s Arcane Corps team before becoming a Laurel County deputy sheriff. Kurt cupped his hands around his mouth and called, “He’s at work, Clarence.” Familiars had a grasp of English roughly equivalent to a four-year-old’s.

 

The lion roared again, the low, moaning rumble rolling across the water.

 

“I don’t want to hear it from you,” Dave yelled back. “You’ve got a fucking harem to keep you company, you bastard.” He eyed Kurt. “When are you going to find $me a girl?”

 

“You’d eat her.”

 

“Every single chance I got.”

 

“I think that’s illegal in this state.”

 

“$Everything’s illegal in this state. Especially shit that’s no business of the Bible-thumping populace. Why in the hell did you have to drag me to South Carolina? It’s ninety degrees here in June. I have a fucking fur coat.”

 

“You also weigh six hundred pounds. There aren’t that many places that would take your fuzzy ass.” The Corps had a retirement sanctuaries for Feral vets, but they were so badly underfunded, Dave refused to go there. There were other sanctuaries for exotic cats around the country, but BFS was the only one owned and operated by Ferals, for Ferals.

 

Besides, Kurt owed him.

 

“I don’t know why the hell I’m asking you,” Dave grumbled. “You can’t even find a woman for yourself.”

 

Kurt flipped him off.

 

“You really need to tell your dad to butt out.”

 

“And you really need to mind your own business.”

 

“But minding yours is so much more fun.” He grinned, all teeth. There’d been a reason they’d called Dave’s tiger “Smilodon.” His canines weren’t as long as his saber-toothed namesake’s, but they came damn close.

 

Stoli spotted a fat catfish swimming through the shallows and pounced with a happy rumble and a huge splash. The spirit link carried the sensations of water flowing through the Familiar’s fur as the tiger plunged his head deep. When he emerged, the fish flipped in his jaws. He waded out and settled down on the grass to eat his snack.

 

Kurt smiled at the sensations rolling through the link. Raw fish might not appeal to his human taste buds, but Stoli loved him some sushi.

 

“Speaking of females, what’s going on with Parvati?” Dave asked.

 

His appetite promptly fled. “Nothing good.” When he’d gone to work for his father, Kurt had taken over supervising the cats’ medical care. Sometimes it was a depressing job. “The vet says the cancer has spread to her bones. Add that to that the fact she’s fifteen…”

 

“Hey, watch it with the ageist shit,” objected Dave, who was ten. Thirty, if he’d still been human. More seriously he asked, “Can the vet do surgery?”

 

“Not given the way it’s spread. We may have to put Parvi down if this healer Dad found can’t help.”

 

“Let’s hear it for Glenda the Good Witch.” Dave emerged from the lake and shook himself, sending a thunderstorm’s worth of water flying from his fur.

 

Kurt jumped back, but got sprayed with cold droplets anyway. “Dammit, Dave!”

 

“You looked so hot, I thought I’d help you cool off.” The tiger smirked. “You’re welcome.”

 

“Bite me.”

 

“You’d better hope not.”

 

Before Kurt could retort, his father called, “Play nice, boys. We’ve got company.”

 

Fred Briggs stood on the path just beyond Dave’s enclosure. At his side a tall, pretty redhead gazed through the galvanized wire panels at them.

 

The newcomer’s face had a fine angularity, with high cheekbones, a slim nose and a round, determined chin. In contrast to the elegant strength of her bone structure, her mouth looked lush and kissable. Her hair fell around her shoulders in auburn curls that gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, vivid against her Celtic pale skin.

 

But it was her eyes that really captured Kurt’s attention, a cool and watchful blue under straight auburn brows. She wore khaki shorts that displayed long, long legs, and her turquoise cotton top stretched across sweetly shaped breasts.

 

Intrigued, Kurt headed over to the fence for a closer look, both tigers padding at his heels.

 

Fred turned to the woman with one of those old-fashioned Southern flourishes he did so well. “Genevieve, this is my son, Kurt, his friend Dave Frost, and Kurt’s Familiar, Stoli.” He looked at them. “Boys, this is Genevieve Reyes. She’s the Arcanist healer who’s volunteered to help Parvati.”

 

“Or at least I’m going to try.” A dimple flashed beside her smile. “Hi.”

 

“Nice to meet you, Ms. Reyes.”

 

“Call me Gen.”

 

Kurt smiled back, more than a little dazzled. $Damn, she’s gorgeous.

 

Unfortunately, she was also a witch. In the Arcane Corps, he’d worked with a lot of magic users who’d been good people.

 

But then there’s Mom.


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Angela Knight is the New York Times bestselling author of books for Berkley, Red Sage, Changeling Press, and Loose Id. Her first book was written in pencil and illustrated in crayon; she was nine years old at the time. A few years later, she read The Wolf and the Dove and fell in love with romance. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s publishing career includes a stint as a comic book writer and ten years as a newspaper reporter. Several of her stories won South Carolina Press Association awards under her real name.

 

In 1996, she discovered the small press publisher Red Sage, and realized her dream of romance publication in the company’s Secrets 2 anthology. She went on to publish several more novellas in Secrets before editor Cindy Hwang discovered her work there and asked her if she’d be interested in writing for Berkley. Not being an idiot, Angela said yes.

 

Angela has written 20 novels and over 30 novellas and e-books. The latest is Arcane Kiss, the story of a beautiful witch and a military veteran with a spirit link to a mystical tiger.

 

Angela lives in South Carolina with her husband, Michael, a polygraph examiner and hostage negotiator for the county’s Sheriff’s Office. The couple has a grown son, Anthony.


 

Author Marketing Support 2017 – here on Writer’s Treasure Chest


Since this blog exists I hosted 40 fellow authors on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’. I am very proud of this number, but I’d like to do more.

It’s January 2017 and I plan to publish further Author Spotlights here on my blog.

By now ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’ has over 600 followers and I’d love to introduce you to them, either with a Blog Tour participation, a Guest Blog or an “Author Spotlight”, which was indeed the most used feature and includes an interview.

To me it is a pleasure and an honor to have had you all here as guests and I’d be delighted if you come back any time for promotion on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest.’

I had a returning interview guest last year and there is a chance for a second interview ANYTIME!

I’d love to continue giving a chance to authors and writers to promote on ‘Writer’s Treasure Chest’. Therefore it’s a pleasure to announce the good news:

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