Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Who could WOW a Wednesday better than Jennifer Loiske? No one!


Jennifer Loiske, the lovely girl from Finland who I adore is Wowing our Wednesday up nice.  She writes like no other and is kinder than most.


Black Diamond for age 12 and up readers

Part One of McLean Twins Series

After her mom’s sudden death, twelve-year-old Shannon McLean has to move from the US to the English countryside to live with her mysterious father, Connor McLean, whom she hasn’t seen since she was a baby. Soon she discovers that he doesn’t want her around and her moving into his huge manor, Greyman Hill, is nothing more to him than a compulsory deal. But if he does not exactly give her a warm welcome, his servant Robert is most likely an incarnation of evil. He runs the house with an iron touch and makes everyone who works there his little puppets. 

Weird things start to happen and the whole place scares the crap out of Shannon. Her dad can control her just by looking at her. The walls are full of secret passages and apparently she has the talent to awaken the ghosts in them. Every day is worse than the day before and she wants badly to run away but discovers it’s impossible. If she wants to stay alive she has to do exactly as her dad says or else she will not only jeopardize her own life but also the lives of the people around her.

While Shannon struggles to find the magic inside her, Connor is slowly turning into a demon. One carelessly spoken word from her could either save or destroy them both. In the end she has to decide whether to save herself and her loved ones, or lose her dad to the darkness and evil that threaten to eat his soul.




What readers say about BLACK DIAMOND:
“This was a great read and held my attention without a problem. I loved all the different aspects of the plot. The story was very easy to follow and all the characters were well developed. I really couldn't' stand the father in this story at all, you would think that he would have been more caring towards his daughter and it just bugged me that he was so cold. Great book for teen readers and would recommend to anyone.”
Black Diamond moves at a pace that can only be described as whirlwind. This is one impressive book. The storyline of this book is unlike anything else that I have ever read. Jennifer Loiske is an author who has the ability to move her readers. I truly cannot wait to see what Loiske has in store for us next.

“Jennifer has presented a fresh idea with a delightfully independent and strong female protagonist that will keep you cheering for her throughout the story. The story line is decent as well. It kept me guessing until the end. It's not all that predictable and the author keeps some semblance of suspense up until the very end. The descriptions in the story were very well written. The emotional rollercoaster that plays throughout this novel is one of a kind. Talent is evident in the ability to portray intense emotion without making the story seem cheesy or unrealistic. I am impressed by the ability of this young author, and cannot wait to see what she has in store for the future.”
“The beginning of the story briefly reminded me of my trip to England and I became very intrigued by the main character's father, whom she was about to meet for the first time. Everything spiked my curiosity, from the moment Shannon stepped into her new home, followed by what she discovers about herself and her family, right up until the end. (Don't want to divulge anything) Everything was very nicely written and did not require too much thinking. I could just sit back and get lost in the excellent story. I enjoyed the book from start to finish.”

An excerpt of Black Diamond:

“Shannon,” Connor said from the doorway. It looked like he had been waiting for her. 
Shannon said nothing and tried to pass him. 
He blocked her way but didn't touch her. “Shannon,” he said again, but this time danger lurked in his voice.
She swallowed. Connor's eyes were so dark and something horrible gleamed behind them. She froze. She could've tried to push past him, but his eyes warned her not to even try anything like that, so she lifted her head and met his eyes. “Connor,” she said, and was proud that her voice didn't shake.
Connor sighed heavily. “Shannon, Shannon, Shannon. What am I going to do with you?”
“You could start by letting me go,” she suggested quietly.
Connor shook his head. “Can't do that.”
“Can't or won't?” Shannon asked and felt the courage coming back to her body.
Connor was quiet. The air around him seemed so dark. Almost like he was a black hole that absorbed all the light around him. He was dressed all in black and looked more like a devil than a human. 
Shannon could see Robert grinning wickedly behind him. Her mind was screaming that she should be deadly afraid of this man in front of her, but she wasn't. She was more afraid of the man behind him and somehow Connor seemed to be the safer choice. There was nothing human in Robert. It was like he was waiting for Connor to strike her down and feast on her dead body. He stared at them with his small, cold, mean eyes and seemed to be encouraging Connor to harm her. 
Connor did nothing. After a very uncomfortably long time he shooed Robert away with his hand. “Both,” he said and moved out of her way.
She had almost forgotten what she had asked, but when Connor moved, she moved as well, carefully, from the outside to the inside of the house. He followed. She was scared of him, but there was something so vulnerable in him just then that she couldn’t leave him alone. After all, he was her dad. Robert was gone, thank God, so she dared to speak to him more openly than she had thought possible. “What do you mean? This is your house and I’m your daughter. You can do whatever you want,” she said and hoped she hadn't gone too far.
“I know. It's just that I'm no good with little girls like you, and it's been so long since I remembered what it feels like to be a—” He stopped and looked at her like he was suffering.
“To be what?” Shannon whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
Connor stared into her blue eyes and everything vulnerable was gone from him. He looked even scarier than before. The candles burned brightly around them and when he spoke, their flames flashed like someone had thrown something into them. “Never mind. Just stay away from me and obey my orders. If I tell you to eat, you'll eat and so on, okay?”
“No! It's not okay!” Shannon shouted. Tears burned behind her eyes. “You can't tell me what to do! I'm not a baby anymore!”

“You'll do what I tell you to do or you'll be sorry for the day you were born!” Connor thundered and something touched Shannon's hair. It felt like a spider web but it was really cold. It could've been somebody's bony fingers as well, but whatever it was made her scream.


Club Number Five  for age 18 and up readers

Part One of Immortal Blood Series

Samantha Green wanted nothing but to be normal, have a shallow life with smoking hot Jonathan Blake and an unforgettable senior year at Regents East High. But one morning she wakes up as a vampire. She has no idea who bit her or why. All she knows is she didn’t want it. Now her new life is full of secrets, deceit and fear, not to mention raw meatballs and red nectar that is definitely something else besides strawberry juice. Samantha tries to act normal. She pretends to like her mom’s chicken salad, goes to school and learns how to survive on her own, but what can she do when she finds herself inside of a devious conspiracy, strikingly fast hunters, secret clubs and mouthwateringly gorgeous boys and the only food she can catch is her best friend, Kate Walker’s, wrist?




Part Two of Immortal Blood Series. 

Revenge. 
It can either destroy you or save you. 

He was a ruthless killer who’d killed so many people he had forgotten their faces. She was still a newbie and knew squat about killing, but she was prepared to protect the ones she loved no matter what the cost. When his hands encircled her neck and his fangs pierced her soft flesh, he almost forgot his task. She didn’t. She knew what she had to do to stop him. Even if she had to pay for it with her life.


Part One of The Shape Shifter Series. 

What if you woke up one day and noticed that everything you ever believed has been a lie? Your mom is not a human, but something way more dangerous. Something that shouldn’t exist. And she's not alone. Your sister is deathly sick and she's getting worse day by day. A dangerous predator, a guy who is exceptionally good looking, wants you and has this nonsensical obsession to get you no matter what. A merciless hunt begins and nothing is safe. Not even your hidden dreams... 

Is your mom strong enough to protect your family? Can she escape her dark past or will it destroy her? Change is about to come and she is willing to do anything to spare her loved ones. Even murder if needed... 



Part Two of The Shape Shifter Series. 

A dark and mysterious shadow flickered on the man’s face and Clarissa wanted to step back. Her legs, however, seemed glued to the ground and she just stood there like some stupid lamb about to be sacrificed. He brushed her temple, making her tremble. She was so scared, yet while she stared at him as if paralyzed, she felt something other than fear growing slowly inside her. He intrigued her, she couldn’t deny that. Not anymore. She seemed to know where he was, always, and her heart screamed for him. How crazy was that? He was just a huge, dark guy with a body like a dream. He wasn’t just gorgeous. He was more. Totally more! He was like a girl’s worst nightmare and a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from. Someone you wanted to touch and taste. A devil with wings. Oh, she was so stupid and she was in so much deeper than she had thought… 


Part Three of The Shape Shifter Series

Tiamhaidh stood like a rock next to Marie, surrounded by at least sixty shape shifters. Sofia could feel the hatred radiating from them and she was ashamed. Is this how things were nowadays? Where were the hospitable hellos and their manners? Shouldn’t they at least hear them out before judging them? She glanced around but couldn’t see one single friendly face anywhere. What had happened that her old pack had totally turned their backs on her? You happened, her conscience reminded her bitterly. Everywhere she looked she met icy stares and angry faces, and not a single one of them were ready to back away.


Bio
Jennifer Loiske lives in Finland in Naantali, which is a small sunny town at the southwest coast. She is a workaholic Teen/Young Adult author, a lover of dark fantasy, teen movies, chips and candies and warm sunny days. Jennifer is a huge supporter of a charity work and a big part of her royalties goes to charity, too. Mainly to help families with epileptic children but also to the epilepsy units in the hospitals.



The Night Porter by Mark Barry is newly released on Amazon.com

I am excited to be sharing a little slice of the writing career of the brilliant Mark Barry (AKA Wiz Green). There is a new release, The Night Porter that I just demolished in record speed!



Set in a hotel, in November, in the fictional town of Wheatley Fields, (based on Southwell, near Nottinghamshire, deep in Sherwood Forest). 

Four writers, all nominated for an upcoming awards ceremony, come to stay. 

One mega successful romance author, a top US thriller writer who sells in seven figures, a beautiful young YA tyro on the brink of world wide stardom... 

...and a degenerate, nasty, bitter, jealous, trollish, drunken (but brilliant), self-published contemporary fiction author. 

The Night Porter is instructed by a secretive and powerful awards committee to look after their EVERY need, to ensure they make it through the two weeks to attend the ceremony. At the same time as keeping an eye on their wishes, antics, fights, relationships and never-ending ego explosions. And trying desperately to avoid getting involved himself. 

It's a comedy drama about writers (and Night Porters!) with twists and turns, nooks and crannies, shadows and mirrors. 

I don't think you will see an Indie published book like this anywhere in Cyberspace. 
Probably not a tradpubbed one either. 


It casts a sometimes shadowy light on modern publishing, the writing business - and the people in it. Writers who like to read about writers and writing will enjoy the book as will readers who enjoy innovative, clever and multi-layered fiction. 


My Review

"Night porters are generally excellent listeners. It should be in EVERY hotel job description.";-)

The Night Porter grabs hold and invites you in. Instantly you are welcomed into the arms of the night porter. An open an honest portrayal of a man earning a living doing something he has been raised to do. Actually, that is not entirely true. He first had to drop out of university and then the wheels were in set motion. Not without a little disappointment from family...
"However, my father, with whom I had experienced a strained relationship, was livid - apoplectic, even - and because of my decision, my father and I no longer have a strained relationship, or any relationship at all..."

This guy is an interesting fellow (if I were in the UK I would say "bloke" instead). I love his chatter and how he invites us right into his world. Sharing everything in- between.

The writing as in all Mark Barry's books is sharp, clever with a fabulous sarcastic undertone. Done in the most humorous way. Reminiscence of Monty Python bits. His use of language is beyond shrewd. I read and re-read sentences as I am in awe of this authors unique writing ability. I would like to say natural talent but that would be hard for me to fathom. The detailed descriptions are beyond gifted. At times the narrative gives you the feeling that you are chatting with a friend as the dialog flows so natural off the pages.

I went berserk over the humorous footnotes which were absolutely brilliant... You will have to read for yourself! This book delighted me and and I am certain will knock the writing world off its socks. So clever!


How about a little Q & A with my brilliant mate Mark Barry!!!

1. First of all, what is your favorite food. I know we are talking books but I am such a foodie!

Large naan doner kebab (gyros) and large chips (fries) with three pieces of Kentucky Fried Chicken on top and lashings of chilli sauce and mint yoghurt. Either that or a Sunday dinner – roast lamb, mint sauce and all the trimmings. Especially parsnips. But nothing green. Green stuff brings me out in strange concentric whorls.

I love that you had such a complete answer for that Wiz. Funny how you like Kentucky Fried Chicken. But then, who doesn’t? Ha

2. Please tell us all a little about yourself? What do we NOT  already know about about the Wiz?

Am I that much of a media tart? Er, I used to teach criminal psychology and offender profiling and the course the three of us designed was the first ever delivered in the UK.  Serial killer hunting a speciality.

Maybe you can write a story on serial killers. Or have you done that already? I wonder.

3. What is your favorite genre to write?

Contemporary fiction. I love writing about real people and using examples from the things I see as seed corn for a novel. I like horror and comedy, but both are difficult to write. 

I see a ton of comedy in all the books I have read by you. Love the sarcastic undertones!

4. What inspired you to write The Night Porter?

An ex- friend of mine, who was an escort (I used to drive her to her liaisons), brought home a Night Porter job advert for a local (and very posh), hotel. I actually reached the door to pick up an application form but bottled it. However, I became fascinated with the role for many reasons and the story finally came together in November last year. I also like the title – Cavani’s 1974 film and Harold Pinter’s extraordinary play used the concept to great effect. Both influenced the book, but the tone in my TNP is considerably lighter. I also have to credit Clive La Court, my very great friend, who challenged me to write something fizzier than my usual stuff. So I did.

I think that can make it to a book just by itself. Would love to read that story too.
Fizzier? I will have to look that up. ;-)

5.Have you always wanted to be a writer?

No, I’m a reader first and foremost. But if I didn’t write, I would never have enough stuff to read because there is some pretty average gear out there at the minute. For a bloke, unless you like thrillers (not one bit), military fiction (not in this life), or crime fiction (it’s okay), there’s not much going on. So I write for me. I write to entertain myself because, to be frank - and I do not want to be negative - there are very few writers out there writing stuff I want to read. I feel as if I was a 22 year old girl fresh out of college, I would be spectacularly catered for, an embarrassment of riches in the ether, but as I turn 50 in three months, I feel completely excluded from the marketing agenda at the big publishing houses. If there was a great book coming out every week, I doubt I would ever write a word.

Ha, so no vampire books for you? I understand. Good thing you can write so well. We wouldn’t want you getting bored. Now, would we?

6. Who is your all time favorite author and why?


Martin Amis. I adore his work, particularly Money, London Fields, House of Meetings and the sublime Night Train (which, Brenda, you would love  with a passion). He’s simply the best writer I have ever read. I can read and reread his stuff over and over again. Yes, he’s gone to seed since he moved to America, but you can never take those four books away from the pantheon.



When I can pick up a book for pure pleasure my friend, I will check out Night Train. Thanks for the tip.

7. Do you have a favorite book?


Money by Martin Amis. Music of Chance by Paul Auster. Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. House of Leaves by Mark Danielewski. The Secret History by Donna Tartt. Too many to mention. Any Jim Thompson. Fight Club by Chucky P, which changed the rules of the game. Liz Jensen, The Rapture. Loads of comics and graphic novels too…anything written by Jim Starlin and the brilliant Alan Moore in particular. I’m sorry, Bren, I can’t pick one – my flat is chock  full of books and comics and I feel guilty leaving them out. This impertinent list doesn’t include non-fiction, particularly history.

Sorry to put you through that. I know it was an evil question.

8. How much of your time do you spend marketing your books?
Jeez, twenty to thirty hours a week. But most of that is reciprocation and blogging. I have never worked so hard in my life, Bren. I am usually such a dosser always looking for easier ways of doing things, but this is brutal. Totally brutal. And with the exception of two of my books that do quite well, I wonder whether it is all worthwhile. I earn a toilet cleaner’s wage, but at least I don’t have a career obsessed boss screaming at me over my shoulder like a caffeine-overdosing gorgon with a grudge.

I am so with you on that. It really is brutal! No doubt about that. I think we are all looking for a balance but none of us are doing such a good job finding that perfect equilibrium.

9.How did you get into the publishing business? 

Kindle. Pure and simple. I’ve never submitted a book in my life to a publisher and have no intention of doing so. I heard brutal stories of the slush pile when I was a kid and have no wish to have that humiliation inflicted on my work.  And in Britain there is an impermeable glass ceiling glazed from the twin forges of Social Class and Which School You Went To. Not for me, Brenda. 

Amazon gave me the opportunity to write the type of books I was no longer able to read, without prejudice and with an open vista, and I took it with both hands. 

Incidentally, I have never understood why people are insecure about self-publishing and small press publishing.  Val McDermid, Dan Brown, James Patterson and Dean Koontz, to name but four, are all multi-millionaire traditionally published writers who consistently disappoint on the same dimensions self-pubs are judged by, bless them, yet we are told that trad publishing is the gold standard. 

A journalist and author named Laura Miller on Salon.com, when discussing self-publishing, last week said that with the advent of Kindle, “readers were exposed to the full horror of the slush pile for the first time.” That kind of vicious prejudice is what we’re up against, Brenda. Your work is of a high standard. I like to think mine is. Traditionally published Luddites like Miller are five years behind the times. 

Thank heavens Amazon allowed a few others outside the traditional publishing Alamo to express themselves, authors who otherwise wouldn’t have been able to do so.

It is a blessing and at the time time our demise. I think. Too many poorly writing, badly edited books that are bringing the Indie world of publishing a bad name. But, that is another subject. It is such a good opportunity that has blessed many of us. Without it, most of our books would never have seen the light of day. 

10. What is the most rewarding thing about being an Indie author?

Meeting people like you. I have met many, many good people – AND writers – since starting my business,  and that’s worth more than anything. Freedom too. Pure freedom.

Kisses for that!!


11. Do you write everyday?

Yes, when I am on a project. After The Night Porter comes out on PB, I am taking six months off, apart from the bloody marketing, of course. That never ends. Then I’ll be back for Christmas with some more tomfoolery.

I am so glad to hear that there is a writer out there actually writing. That right there is a great accomplishment. Don’t you think?
Tomfoolery? I will look that one up too!

12. Do you like housewives from Orange County.? (Haha!! Had to fit that in) Or should I say, do you like this non-housewife from Orange County? And why?

Oh Brenda, there isn’t an Englishman alive who wouldn’t sell a much loved relative to meet a Real Housewife from the OC. My mate Clive and I seldom missed a show. I even took a day off sick to watch one of the bachelorette party episodes. They’re glamorous, fragrant, glossy-maned, perfumed, fit, toned, tanned, clean, healthy, permagroomed and magnificently designer-dressed. I’m sure you’ll never find a Real OC wife doing the ironing, wearing her comfy old housecoat, fag in gob, avidly watching Falcon Crest reruns on the telly. You’ll notice that one of my characters in TNP is from the OC. I very nearly named her Jo Knickerbocker, in honour of Tammy. I love the show – it’s like Lord of The Rings for Englishmen who don’t read fantasy books.


Haha. You always know how to make me laugh. 

It is a guilty pleasure around here. I tend to watch those shows in disgust but I always tune in. You are funny. Please tell me what is “fag in gob?” Is that like a guy in girls clothing? I am totally clueless when it comes to British lingo. But I am a sucker for an English accent.

And you, Miss non-housewife from OC are the absolute tops, but you already know that. ☺ Thank you for having me in your kitchen.

You have no idea what a pleasure this has been for me Wiz. I appreciate you for noticing me a while back when I was in the depth of despair with a bad publishing company and a green thumb for marketing. Also, a plug for myself. If you didn’t push me to write a story for your anthology “Reality Bites” I wouldn’t have come up with such a good start to my second book “Burnt Promises.” I am always grateful to you. My friend from the UK! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to play here with me. Now, how about some fried chicken???? Extra crispy, please.

More awesome books by Mark Barry



Cult novel Carla, is an introspective, moody and chilling romance novel with its roots firmly grounded in the work of the great pulp writers of the fifties, particularly Jim Thompson, to whom the book is dedicated. 

It is a book for adults and for those who have lived through the occasionally bloody battlefields that are the relationships between men and women. 

It is suitable for men and women who enjoy good writing and a book which involves the senses. The book may also interest those in mixed age relationships (in either role) or those who suffer (or is related to someone who suffers from) Borderline Personality Disorder. 


This is the second edition of Ultra Violence: Re-released to coincide with the release of the sequel, Violent Disorder. 

Easily the publisher's bestseller, the book has 10 5* reviews so far and has been praised for its quirkiness and it's original approach to the genre.

It is new and improved. Minor re-editing has taken place, as well as a new cover (in symmetry with the sequel, featuring some of the characters featured in both books). Otherwise it is the same book. 

Keep the original in good nick - it might already be a collector's item! 


Violent Disorder is the much-anticipated sequel to Green Wizard’s best-selling Ultra Violence. 

This book - written for adults - contains scenes of threat, opinions likely to offend, earthy dialogue, incessant foul language and relentless, sometimes extreme, scenes of urban violence. 



Buddy Chinn, the son of a lauded beat poet from the seventies, is happy to follow the dishonourable family tradition of booze, bets, books and broads.
Then, at Hollywood Park one winter Saturday afternoon, two tough guys persuade him to join them on a trip to Damascus, a sprawling mansion off Mulholland Drive, a palace surrounded by a forest of imported trees and lush vegetation.

There, he meets Mortimer Saxon, a, reclusive obsessive manuscript collector with an edge. 

A sharp suited zealot searching for Buddy's dad's fabled Lost Manuscript; a one off, a unique piece worth thousands and thousands of dollars, an American literary icon similar in cult magnitude to Hunter S Thompson's "Call to the Post.”


Death. Domestic abuse. Ritual exploitation. The passing of a loved one. Child battery. Horrifying food addiction. Brutal bullying. Friendship gone bad. Drugs. Family collapse. Loss. Despair. 

These are the bricks in the walls of Hell. 

That would be real hell. Not the imaginary hell of the biblical scribe, the epic fantasist, the horrorphile, the metaphorist, the allegory peddler or the unreliable narrator. 

This is the real Hell. 

But no matter how bleak things become in that impenetrable abyss, no matter how bleak, no matter how pitch black, there is always the bottom rung of a rotten, threadbare rope ladder dangling from the precipice – and the message is: the rung is in reach. 

This is Reality Bites. 

Twelve fictional stories by twelve superb independent authors, each of whom is a card-carrying survivor of the abyss. And these are their tales.

Bio

Mark Barry is the author of many works of fiction including the cult football hooligan novel, Ultra-Violence, the seriously-reviewed, dark and harrowing romance, Carla, and the feel-good thriller, Hollywood Shakedown.
He lives in the UK and has one son, Matthew, who, so far, shows no sign of following in his father's literary footsteps - though he does fanatically support Notts County (which is a much more important trait).
Mark is also the proprietor of Green Wizard Publishing, a company dedicated to publishing cutting-edge, innovative, and accessible fiction firmly based in reality.
The majority of his books are set in either Southwell ("Wheatley Fields") or Nottingham ("The City"). It is a proud boast that local people who have read his novels can follow the trail of the quirky characters they encounter inside the jacket covers.

Links:

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Wowing Wednsday with YCorrea's new release, MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis! Buy it NOW on Amazon.com!


The year 1585. The Anglo-Spanish War. England’s greed for Spain’s crops, land, and supplies gives birth to the inertia of intolerance on both sides. Yet, even then, Love surges forth.
MarcoAntonio, a Spanish gentleman and knight, defied all boundaries of color and culture, when setting eyes on the English lady Amaryllis. Although to others, he may be a bit reserved, he dares to lower his defenses solely for her.
Amaryllis is an English lady. One with an open heart, gentle spirit, and shining eloquence. She knew that she should not desire MarcoAntonio. Still, a love feeling so right couldn’t be so horribly wrong!
Travel with MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis as they duel with internal and external forces threatening to tear their powerful love apart. In the midst of troubles the likes of which have no compare, MarcoAntonio and Amaryllis find themselves having to fight the most unexpected of adversaries, just for the right to love each other.
Discover why their LOVE is the result of ALL things conquered!

Excerpt
It was still dark, but it did not matter. MarcoAntonio was certain that his brother would provide him help. Pulling up to his brother’s home, Marco called out, “Damian!” The lights inside were out, but upon his call Marco heard some movement, so he tried again. “Damian, despertad. He llegado en necesidad de vuestra ayuda, hermano.”
“You know that I do not require much of anything. However, t'would be nice if you would at least give me the respect of speaking in English.” Rye spoke ironically as he did so well.
“Alright,” Marco responded with a tiny smirk, as he walked towards his brother's dormitory door and knocked. He could already hear his brother up and about. “Damian, my brother, I've come in search of you because I need your help.”
“Yes. Yes. I'm coming!” he heard Damian call to him from inside. Suddenly, a female voice giggled from behind the door. Marco and Rye heard Damian hushing someone “Shhh... behave, Ma’ Lady. I've company. 'Tis my older brother. Now behave.” Marco heard Damian speak to the lady in question lightheartedly.
The female voice replied, “Alright, but only if you gift me first, a kiss.”
“Oh, Ma’ Lady... naughty, naughty.” The female laughed.

Rye was appalled and disgusted. “Really, Marco? This playboy 'tis the man that shall help us?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.” He crossed his arms on his chest.
In just seconds the door flew open. Behind it stood a statuesque man of about MarcoAntonio's height, weight, and color, and as strong as well. His curls were looser than Marco's. His eyes green, as opposed to Marco's brown, and he bore no facial hair. He resembled Marco quite a lot. He fought to put his shirt on properly.
Rye's face went blank. His skin went pale, eyes opened widely. Then Damian spoke. “Ah, my dear brother. How may I assist you?” Finally adjusting his shirt in the right place, Damian made space through the door way, and extended his hand out to his company. “Come in. Come in.”
“Brother!” MarcoAntonio said with glee, and gave him a big hug.
“Marco. 'Tis been way too long.”
“Yes. Indeed.”
Both Marco and Rye walked in. Rye was practically mute. Something about this man, not only resembled Marco, but also reminded him so much of Fonso. He was flabbergasted.
“Damian, this is my assistant, Rye. Rye, this is my younger brother, Damian.”
Damian extended his hand offering Rye a shake. Rye moved slowly and awkwardly, offering Damian his. “'Tis a rather small man, brother.” Damian told MarcoAntonio in an odd tone, as if Rye were not standing right in front of him.
Shaking himself back into reality, Rye spoke. “We gypsies have no need for size or strength. We've speed, agility and intelligence in our favor,”
“Touché!” Damian replied. “Well, 'tis nice meeting you.”
Damian's conquest for the night peeked around the corner of the wall, which divided his living room from his bedroom, and she assessed the men in the room. Then glancing over at Damian with coquetry she queried with a flirting delivery. “Damian, will you have me waiting all night?”

Damian looked back at her, and then at his visitors. Lifting a single finger in their direction, he hinted to them to wait a moment. “Ah. Ma’ Lady, I've something for you.” He jumped towards a shelf and grabbed something, then jumped back in her direction. “Ma’ Lady, please accept this trinket of my affection. And know that the rarity of this represents the rareness of my sentiment for you.” Then he placed the small box in the palm of her hand. “Now Ma’ Lady, I must tend to my brother and his companion, and I am forced to ask you to relinquish our venture for the night.” He took hold of her hand and kissed the back of it softly and winked. The girl sighed with a mixture of disappointment and rapture.

Author Bio:

Hiya All!

As far back as I can remember, I've loved the art of literature. I've enjoyed many a story in many different genres, my favorite being Romance. More specifically, Paranormal Romance. A couple of years ago, I decided that I wanted to try my hand at writing a story of my own. And when I made the choice, there was no going back. My passion for reading, became my passion for writing. With that, my own personal style developed along with my writing genre of choice - that being "Interracial Paranormal Romance". I do however, intend on trying my hand in many different genres in years to come.

I come from humble beginnings. Brought up in the "ghetto", I made a choice long ago, that I would not let my past define my future. And, I've been lucky to accomplish many things in my life - but I have got to say, that the one thing that sparks a fire in my soul like nothing ever has, is Writing. I feel as though my characters are my very best friends. It's a feeling beyond compare, and an amazing journey each and every time. Withal, my only hope is that when someone reads my stories, they too are elevated into that world and taken on that journey.

Regards always,

Y. Correa


Sunday, March 16, 2014

Racing the Reaper by Jerrid Edgington is on sale for $1.99 on Amazon.com



After a life altering accident that nearly leaves Jacob Myers paralyzed, he feels his life is meant for something greater than the boring grind of an office job. Through his recovery process he comes to a decision to become an EMT. 

In the fast paced world of emergency services, Jacob makes one mistake after another. Is the stress of holding other lives in his hands just too much for him? 
Things go terribly wrong when a former patient stalks him and accuses him of sexual assault. 

Will Jacob clear his name and rid his life of this mentally unbalanced woman or will he be trapped and imprisoned for something he didn’t do? 


My Review
Racing the Reaper was not only suspenseful but full of action. From one scene to the next my mind raced. This story really comes to life. Exciting and earthshaking at the same time! This is the kind of drama pulls you in early on. From the very first page the reader is brought into some life changing circumstances. The writing is simple and easy to follow that at times I forgot I was reading and not seeing the story take place in front of me. I was able to escape into the story, into another persons life in an instant.

The dialog felt natural and I loved the sarcastic banter between the characters. What I loved the most was the emotion that the main character, Jacob displayed. You don't see many men showing so much vulnerability. The author had a way of pulling at your heart strings.

This book has a positive message about life and following your dreams. Loving what you do is an essential part and I could feel the passion throughout. I found Jacob and this story intriguing and filled with humanity.

I read this book last year and when the new edition came out I had to pick it up. The story is still intriguing but now the writing is sharper yet. The plot is richer and the story is even more captivating. Even the ending was more gratifying. I believe there was a lot of soul searching that went into creating this story. I can’t wait for the next installment.

"The sun slipped through the blinds lighting up his room with a bright orange glow. Jacob's mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert, a side effect of the pain medication. He was sure if he were to look inside his mouth he would see tumbleweeds rolling through. Sitting on a table next to his bed was a glass of water. Oh, how he wished he could reach over and grab it. As he was lying there staring at the glass of water, the right side of his body began to tingle."

Bio

Jerrid Edgington is a Paramedic at Le Flore County EMS in Poteau Oklahoma. He has been in EMS for 17 years with 15 years of that as a Paramedic. He has worked in four different states in EMS. He has worked in big inner city as well as the rural settings. Jerrid has aspired to write a book and recently published his first book, Racing the Reaper, which is the first book in the series. The second book, Racing the Reaper-Resuscitation, is set to release in early September.
You can visit www.jerridedgington.com for up to date information on future book releases. You can also visit http://www.authorjerridedgington.com for any up to date blog information.
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