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#Recipe from Valerie Twombly and Divine Passion

Friday, September 18th, 2015

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So, before we get settled down to begin celebrating Valerie’s summer-time release, I told her she had to bring food to this little shing-dig. 

What’s a party without party snacks?


Thank you Anne for having me here today.

Working full-time and being an author means I have little time for making party snacks. Today I wanted to share a couple of my go-to recipes when I need something quick and easy for a gathering (usually the office party).



Ooh, looks yummy.  Shove aside people, food’s on the table!


Cheddar-Bacon Dip-“Crack”


  • 16 oz sour cream
  • 1 packet Ranch dressing mix 3 oz bacon bits (in the bag not jar)
  • 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese

Mix together and refrigerate 24 hours. Serve with chips and/or veggies.


 Avocado Hummus


  • 1 (15 oz) can chick peas, well drained
  • 2 medium ripe avocados, cored and peeled (13 oz before cored and peeled)
  • 3 Tbsp olive oil, plus more for serving if desired
  • 1 1/2 Tbsp tahini
  • 3 Tbsp fresh lime juice
  • 1 clove garlic, peeled
  • Salt and freshly ground black pepper
  • 1/8 tsp cumin
  • 1 – 2 Tbsp finely chopped cilantro leaves, for topping
  • Red pepper flakes, for topping

Pulse chick peas, olive oil, tahini, lime juice, and garlic in a food processor until smooth, about 2 minutes. Season with salt and pepper to taste (I did a scant 1/2 tsp salt and about 1/8 tsp pepper), add cumin and avocados and pulse mixture until smooth and creamy, about 1 – 2 minutes longer.

Serve topped with more olive oil if desired and sprinkle with cilantro and red pepper flakes. Serve with pita chips or tortilla chips.


Okay. NOW we can sit back and nibble on some awesome food while we shout out to Valerie and her newest release! 

Oh, and don’t forget to check out the bottom where she’s giving away a parcel of goodies!


Divine Passion


Title: Divine Passion

Series: Guardians, book 3.5

Author: Valerie Twombly

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Resplendence

Release Date: July 22, 2015







Baal is a demon that likes to make his own rules and the thought of being tied down to only one woman makes his skin itch. When he rescues the human Ranata from becoming a sacrificial lamb, he gets more than he bargained for. With Hades insisting his fate is to bond with the beautiful female, he can either resist or risk losing his heart.

One minute Ranata is tending bar in a small hole in the wall, and the next she fears for her life. When a sexy demon comes along and saves the day, his golden eyes and hard body make him difficult to resist. With her sister in the clutches of the enemy, she must plan a daring rescue. Fate however, has other plans. Will she choose the path destiny has laid out for her?


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Baal had never been turned down by a woman. Not once. Ever. He stared at the female behind the bar, who’d refused to give him even her name. He’d closed down the place a couple of nights ago with Seth, the guardian he’d been charged with babysitting—or had it been longer ago than that? After taking a couple of those damn pills that helped immortals get drunk, he couldn’t remember. Either way, he remembered craving a piece of the vision who currently gave him the evil eye. He still did. He hadn’t come across a female like her in a long time.

Black hair curled around her shoulders; thick lashes fringed blue, almond-shaped eyes. Add to that high cheekbones and pouty lips, and you had exotic perfection. Not to mention curves he wanted to sink his fingers into while he fucked the hell out of her. “Seriously, why are you working in this shit hole? You should be strutting your stuff in designer clothes and high heels.”

She laughed. “I suppose you’re going to promise me a starring role in your next movie?”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his card. “Nope, but I need a hostess for my casino.” He tossed it on the bar. She rolled her eyes then threw her towel aside and picked up the card.

“Dragon’s Cove?” She eyed him suspiciously. “I’ve heard of it.” She snorted and tossed it back on the bar. “Right, and I suppose you’re gonna tell me you own the place?”

He shrugged. “Okay, I won’t tell you that, but I do.”

“Please, I’m not that stupid. Why would someone who owns a highly successful Vegas club be here in, as you called it, this shit hole?”

“I came to help a friend who’s down and out.”

She reached for an empty beer bottle, rinsed it then tossed it in the recycling. “The dark-haired guy? He seemed like he’d seen better days.”

“He has, but I think things will improve for him soon. Now, back to my offer. I was serious when I said I need someone. You think about it, and if you’d like, I’ll fly you in for an interview and discussion of terms.”

She wiped her hands and picked up the card again. She stared at it while pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. He could almost see the gears turning. “I don’t get it. Vegas has to be full of people qualified for the job. What do you want from me?”

No way in hell could he tell her that what he really wanted was to strip her, toss her on top of the bar and taste every inch of her. He’d have to work his way up to that one. “You desire more than this; I can tell.” No lie there. The ability to read a human’s desire was bred into every demon. It was how the evil spread. Some chose to use it for bad and others for good. In this case, his intentions were for a little of both. “Your beauty shouldn’t be wasted here.”

“I’ve always wanted to leave but never had the means to do so.”

“Well, this is your chance.” He tipped back the last swig of his beer and set the glass on the bar. “I have to leave and head back. You can Google me all night long and see that I’m who I say. Call that number, and I’ll send a limo and my private jet to pick you up. You can have a room in the hotel. I promise; no strings attached.” His charm and demon good looks would bewitch the pants right off her. He just needed the chance.

“I’ll think about it.” She tucked the card into her back pocket, and suddenly, he was jealous of the tiny piece of glossy paper.

He tipped his head. “Fair enough.” Then he headed for the door.


He stopped dead in his tracks and held his breath. Had she made up her mind already? “Yes,” he said and turned slowly.

“My name, it’s Ranata.”


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Award winning and best selling author Valerie Twombly grew up watching Dark Shadows over her mother’s shoulder, and from there her love of the fanged creatures blossomed. Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern IL. Valerie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance Writers.




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#Spotlight #GuestPost Resolutions for the New Year with Catherine Peace

Wednesday, January 7th, 2015

I’m always curious to ask people if they make resolutions for the new year or not. For many it’s a new slate, a way to start fresh. Perhaps the time for improvement in a specific aspect of their lives. For others, it’s an opportunity to try something new. For some they simply hope to remain happy,  healthy and content. I think we all start the year with a new perspective and at least one goal, though we may not want to verbalize it for fear of disappointing ourselves if we don’t achieve it.

For me, I want to improve my health by eating better and exercising more, and I want to publish two more books than I did last year.  I try to set realistic goals that are achievable but still a stretch for me.

Today, I have Catherine Peace visiting with her new relase Ember’s Secret. I asked Catherine if she sets goals for the new year.

I am not a gigantic fan of New Year’s Resolutions. I tend to be unable to keep them because I either forget I made them, or I just give up.
That being said, I did make a resolution this year. And it’ll probably be the same one I make for 2015: To be a full-time writer by 2018.
Right now, I work a job I tolerate with people I adore. The day job forces me into having social interaction, so that quota is fulfilled. But since it also comprises about 83% of my day (if I add in sleep), so that doesn’t leave me a ton of time for what I feel is most important in my life.
Okay, all of that is all well and good, but if I’m really being honest, I’ve always dreamed of going to “work” in my pjs. I mean, who hasn’t?
And once that gets accomplished, I’m gonna need new resolutions, right? So here are a few I’m thinking about adding for the year 2019 and beyond:
  • Learn to sew and actually make something that looks decent.
  • Read alllllllll the books on my TBR pile (might actually take more than a year)
  • Learn a new language
  • Become a fire-breathing dragon for a day
  • Take a cooking class (the above might help)
  • Bake a pie from scratch
  • Learn how to become an extra on Game of Thrones
  • Build a TARDIS
  • Go to Disneyworld

What are your resolutions?



 Ember only wants two things out of life: to be reunited with her sisters, and to see people come back to her café. Catering to people she never sees again, she experiences a loneliness that can’t be filled. As one of the last Whakamanu—a descendant of the Maori bird-god Tane—she has to hold on to the secrets of her tribe. Family first.
 Gourmet TV personality Austin Garten, host of the popular show Back Road Eats, needs more in his life than Breadbasket America grilling. He’s tired of the safe routes, the easy and dependable foods that the Network loves to display. When his RV breaks down in Wyoming, and he learns about Kai, a Maori restaurant outside of Casper, his interest is piqued. Once he meets the proprietor, he realizes he’s wants more than just her food. He wants her.
 Ember isn’t too sure. The Solstice, the Maori New Year, is fast approaching, and with the heat in her kitchen ratcheting up, she knows she can’t keep her secret for much longer. But will Austin be able to accept her? Or will her secret drive them apart?

The bell dinged and broke Ember from her morose thoughts. Plastering on her best please-buy-my-food-and-come-back smile, she smoothed the front of her apron. Three people sat clustered at a table near the door, all hunched over the menus and talking quietly. She always hated interrupting, but she had a job to do. “Hi, I’m Ember. Can I help you?”

The trio looked up, and she had to catch her breath. These weren’t her usual customers; by now, she’d learned exactly the kind of people who came into her restaurant, and she wondered what had happened to bring these three in.

Besides, men as attractive as the one staring a hole through her did not show up here. Ever.
“Actually,” he said, “I’m really intrigued by the menu. What would you recommend?”

Despite herself, she grinned. Until now, she’d been cooking Maori food in the hope that her sisters would come home. Now someone wanted her opinion? “How hungry are you?”


An unexpected heat zipped through her chest. Of course, he had to be gorgeous, with sun-kissed, wavy blond hair; cheekbones that could cut glass; and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen on another person. Approachable, but still… Gorgeous. “I’d go with the stew, then.”

“Sounds perfect.”

She took the rest of their orders and disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes before grabbing their drinks. He’s a cute customer. That’s all. Though she’d met attractive men in the café before, usually they were with their girlfriends or wives or college drinking buddies, but they had come in. And a few men in Casper had caught her fancy. Her lifestyle hadn’t prevented her making a physical connection, just…. She didn’t believe in soul mates or any of that romantic nonsense. Still, something stirred in her that never had before, like her soul finally had a purpose.
Breathing deeply, she returned to the front and poured two sodas and an iced tea. When she dropped them off at the table, he smiled at her in a way that was far more than polite, almost seductive.  “I like your restaurant. Whatever you’ve got cooking back there smells amazing. What is it?”

“Lamb,” she replied. “It’s kawakawa-encrusted.”

He quirked up his eyebrow. “I’ve never had kawakawa.”

“It’s very peppery. Gives the lamb a beautiful flavor. I could bring some out for you.” Never before had she offered that, but then again, no one had ever asked.

With a grin, he said, “I would love that.”

“I’ll be right back.” Giddy, she returned to the kitchen. Someone wanted to learn about her food! She wanted to skip or dance back to the kitchen. When she opened the oven, the full scent of the lamb enveloped her, and she breathed it in, calming herself down. Who was this man? Did he love food as much as she did? She didn’t want to seem rude, but she wanted to find out everything she could about him. Starting with his name.


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Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs.




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Oh, He Definately Looks Like Trouble to Me

Monday, November 3rd, 2014


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Today I have Calina B visiting and I asked her to tell me what inspired this particular story and about where it took place.  So while she’s telling us about  that, I’m just going to sit back and look at his eyes. Because they draw you in..

I’m fascinated by human behavior and what causes people to change and grow. In this story, we have a bad boy with a willingness to learn to love. He’s had a rough, rough upbringing, a brutal experience with his ex…can we say “trust issues?” LOL. He’s sought to obliterate his memories through drugs and sex. Finally decided to stop the toxic behavior but trouble keeps following him, even though he wants to change. His twin sister isn’t on the same page as he is – she’s heading for self-destruct, immersed in the lifestyle he wants to leave behind.

 As for setting, what better place to craft a story than Port Townsend, WA? It’s a fascinating town. Once called “The City of Dreams” it was speculated to be one of the largest harbors on the west coast in earlier years. Noted for its Victorian architecture and historical buildings, it’s listed as a National Historic Landmark.

 Now for the juicy good part – we go to Port Townsend all the time to scuba dive. One of our favorite dive sites is there, as well as the dive shop we’re associated with. We’ve learned, through experience, that the town is a hodge podge of liberals, wealthy people, hippies, what are known as the “granola eaters”, the “shed boys” (people who camp out in others garages and storage sheds, or live in the woods so they don’t have to pay rent. They’re also known as great lovers.). It’s a wonderfully diverse environment, from old salt sailors and boat builders, snobbish yacht owners, a wooden boat school, meth addicts, beer lovers, wine snobs, families, individuals, people struggling to survive, people living their dreams…

It made perfect sense to have a mess of trouble go down in Port Townsend and in outlying regions.


Looks Like Trouble


“Last name’s Savage — it means wild and uncontrolled,” Jace, a party boy, yacht builder and skilled photographer with a quicksilver temper, tells the pretty waitress at Chica Rios. He’s desperate to get laid, but there’s something in the way of his driving, overactive libido and the girl standing before him – trouble…big trouble, and a whole lot of it, from the trustifarian prick who works by his side, to his messed up twin sister, to the secret hiding at his house.

He sets out to woo Zoé Dubois, keeping her away from his trouble at home, encouraging her to let go of her inhibitions and live “Savage style,” riding with him on the back of his motorcycle, exploring the great outdoors in a variety of oh, so delectable and naughty ways. He ends up with way more than he bargained for. He uses his sexual experience to teach Zoé how to surrender, and his strong will and single minded focus to get his way with her.

But it turns out she’s the kind of woman who demands the truth…and that’s just not the way he rolls. She leverages his love for her to get him to let her into his troubled world and tender heart – something he’s stubbornly determined to protect. Their passionate, erotic, romantic connection keeps them bound together while the trouble he brings threatens to tear them apart at every turn.

Mature content for an audience of 18+. The first in a two part series.

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“Sorry you had to wait so long,” Zoé said with a shrug. She set the stout in front of Jace.

“Didn’t mind a bit,” he said. “I enjoyed watching you work. You’re efficient, fast, and friendly.” He held up his dark brew to her.

She lifted hers, clinked his, and sipped her ale.

“And sexy as hell,” he said, gazing over the top of his glass at her, his eyes dark.

She felt another flush creep up her neck and cheeks. “What are we toasting?”

“First encounters. The thrill of discovery. I love to explore new things.”

Another rush of pleasure flooded her insides. “I’ll drink to that.” She took another swallow. “You seem to have an effect on me,” she said courageously. Stop it. You’ll get yourself in trouble.

“Is it a good effect?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she stated simply, fiddling with her fingernails, all good sense suddenly hijacked from her head.

“Are you wet for me?”

“What?” She practically spit out her beer. Wild jungle drums and dancing heathens now accompanied the ache between her legs. “You’re bold,” she replied, feeling ripped apart.

“Are you?” His green-eyed gaze pushed into her. “Wet, that is?”

“Guess that’s on a need to know basis,” she said, feigning a coolness she did not feel.

“I need to know. Because I’ve been sitting here with a hard-on for you for two hours.”

Her entire body surged with heat. “Jesus, who gave you the keys to the bulldozer?”

He chuckled and licked his lips. “Maybe it was you.”

“I don’t think so.” She pressed the cool glass against her cheeks. “It’s hot in here.”

He drained his glass, setting it on the table with satisfaction. “Finish up and let’s head outside where it’s cooler.”

“I don’t think that’s going to help,” she whispered.


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Calinda B was told early on that she should be a writer. She heard frequent praise for her writing, as well as her sense of humor. Scoffing at such admonitions and praise, she went on to pursue her life of adventure, chock full of the things that make up a well-rounded adventurous life: music (yup, she was a singer in a rock and roll band), dance (even performed hip hop in Russia), rock climbing (ever hung from a rock wall a few stories up? Yikes!), fire walking (taught high-ranking Moscow fire officials how to walk the coals), kayaking, scuba diving (she’s in love with sharks), travel, and falling in love again and again.

Living in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with the love of her life and her two cats, she has now chosen to put fingers to keyboard and write – when she’s not in pursuit of another adventure!

The Daily Grind: College educated and life-experienced, Calinda B has worked in the world of computers and technology for a long time. Before that she worked in the world of health and fitness, as well as art. Throughout her career she has relied on her writing abilities to write articles, ad copy and web content.

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Author Spotlight: Flagitious by JoAnne Myers

Monday, September 29th, 2014

Welcome back JoAnne Myers!  JoAnne writes fantasy, paranormal, mystery, true crime, and poetry.  Today JoAnne is sharing her latest release Flagitious” which is a four crime/mystery anthology. Congrats on this latest release JoAnne!

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“Too Solve His Mother’s Murder” 

After his Air Force career was interrupted by his mother’s untimely murder, Steven Moore, returned home. Met with a cold reception of lies, secrets, and threats, he is determined too find Wanda’s killer, even at the cost of his own life. Was Wanda a victim of the legendary Hatchet Man? Was this loving and devoted mother killed because of her shady past, or for her inheritance?  Between finding the truth and falling in love, Steven stops at nothing, too solve his mother’s murder.

“The Other Couple’s Child”

Charlotte had it all. A loving and devoted husband. Supportive family and friends, and a house full of beautiful children. Everything was perfect for this Super Mom, until a medical procedure turns her life upside down, and spirals into a child abduction case. Time is running out. Will police arrive in time to save Charlotte and the other couple’s child?

“3381 Market Street”

Katherine Sims, a young widow working for a brokerage firm in a small southeastern town, is tired of the excuses concerning Charlie’s absence. She knows something terrible must have happened to her favorite nephew with the sad blue-eyes. After exposing the killer, Katherine’s life is turned upside down and she finds herself fighting for her life. Filled with maniacal suspects, a Satanic Cult, and danger around each corner, this story depicts one woman’s courage too avenge a child’s murder, while finding unexpected love.

“The Tarot Card Murders”

New Detective, and ex-navel man, twenty-six-year-old Nick Difozzio, returns to his small county determined too abolish crime. Not until death knocked on his door, did he know the face of evil. Will the decorated veteran destroy the Lycanthropes, or will he succumb to their murderess desires and become one of them? He took an oath too protect, honor, and uphold the law, but can he defy the lust, riches, and power offered, or are the ‘dark forces’ stronger than his will?


Excerpt from “The Tarot Card Murders”


[important]The Scene: Detective Nick Difozzio has been called to another bizarre murder scene, located in the abandoned industrial section of town.[/important]


An abrupt silence you could cut with a knife filled the room. “Shape-shifters?” said one from the group. “You mean like a Yeti turns into a deer to avoid those who track it. Or the Lock Ness monster turns into a log.”

After Ted and the others poked fun at his fantastic idea, Nick laid it out, “Not exactly. But certain creatures are believed to have shape-shifting powers of one sort or another, and what other possibility is there to explain these bizarre murders?”

“Well, we could have a psychopath lurkin’ around. Or a nutty drifter or escaped convict,” Ted said. “But it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to understand that, if shape-shifters do exit, they would be very elusive creatures, nearly impossible to detect and capture. What does take a lot of imagination, is believing in shape-shifters.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll see ya tomorrow,” Nick said. Once outside, he noticed the full moon, and wondered, who will die tonight? On reaching his vehicle, he discovered a surprise in his passenger seat.

“Denise, what’s going on?” he asked via the driver’s window.

With teeth white as snow, she said, “Well, sugar, I was thinkin’ about the last time you were at my house. You remember, when you cabbaged my safe contents so foolishly?”

With a chuckle, he nodded. “Honey, the only foolish thing I did that night was fail to realize the money in the safe was counterfeit. But I bet it’s all gone now.”

“And I bet you’re right,” she smiled. Just then, Denise’ partner in crime, twenty-two-year-old Wendy Goss zapped the lawman with a stun gun from behind, dropping him like a hot potato.

Jumping from the vehicle, Denise removed Nick’s gun and cell phone, placing them under the seat. Afterward, both women placed him in the backseat. Getting behind the steering wheel of Nick’s car, Denise drove his Mustang, while Wendy followed in her Firebird.

Halfway to the destination spot, Nick regained consciousness. With his gun gone, he played dead, hoping to find the gang’s hangout. Soon both vehicles stopped. Denise exited the Ford then helped Wendy search the Firebird’s trunk, for items needed for Nick’s demise.

“Someone better keep an eye on the cop,” Wendy said.

“Don’t worry, that pig’s out cold,” Denise said, finding rope. Peering out the back window, Nick realized he was on an abandoned farm. Searching for landmarks, he memorized a foreclosure sign reading Stonewall Realty.

Uncertain if the girls were armed, Nick made the decision to strike now or never. Disabling his car’s dome light, he cautiously retreated from the backseat. As quiet as a mouse, he snuck up on the chattering women foraging for items to gag and bind him.

As soon as the murdering beauties were finished gathering their supplies, Denise slammed the trunk shut. Immediately Nick punched her between her baby blues, knocking her to the ground before turning on Wendy.

Struggling with the yellow-haired lady, who, like her partner, was trained in Judo, Nick swapped blows with the tall slender gal and encountered a high degree of skill. Then, recovering, Denise attacked him from behind with a blow to his ribs, bringing him to his knees. Both women struck like tigers from all sides.

Doing his best to avoid their most deadly kicks, Nick used every device not nailed down as a weapon against the feisty felines. First, his leather belt with the sterling silver buckle, then, a stray piece of firewood left behind by the homeowners. Across the parking area, the trio fought. Nick matched his street skills against the trained martial artists as each one fought for their own reasons.

The gallant cop battled for his life and self-respect, while the women fought for control over the detective representing the authority they loathed. Or perhaps, Denise and Wendy’s desire for domination extended to include the entire county, not just the town, thought Nick. Whatever the reason, they’re formidable.

Bruised and bleeding, the women fought until Nick broke Wendy’s arm. Seizing the opportunity to get away, she escaped in her vehicle leaving her comrade helpless and easily overpowered.

“Get off me, you bastard!” Denise screamed as Nick slammed her to the ground, cuffing her.

“You’re under arrest.” Wiping the blood from his lip, he threw her into his vehicle then drove to the local hospital. On the way there, Nick phoned headquarters, “I got one of the blood members. We’re on our way to the ER.”



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my photo apr 2011I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint.

When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center.

I believe in family values and following your dreams. My books and original canvas paintings, can be found at:


Other books by Jo Anne:

TWISTED LOVE,” a true-crime anthology

THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY,” – a biography true crime

“LOVES’, MYTHS’ AND MONSTERS,” a fantasy anthology

WICKED INTENTIONS,” a paranormal anthology

“MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery



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On the road…looking for Inspiration

Thursday, September 25th, 2014

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So, yesterday, I was over visiting with my very good friend Shehanne Moore. I had planned to tell you all about my upcoming release Sliding Into Home, which is now available for early download through Totally Bound Publishing.

Unfortunately, apparently I was banned, Shey didn’t send me any questions, and I only gave her (gasp) promo. So the hamsters stepped up to the wheel, and after a few spins, filled in.  Thanks fellas. There’s a belly rub for each of you next time I see you.

You can read all about it over at Shehanne’s now, finally up and running again blog (cause she was banned too).


I’m out of the house again today, over visiting with Delilah Devlin.  Today I’m talking about




The one question authors tend to get asked – where do you get your story ideas?  Stop by and see where mine come from.

I’m blogging today over at Delilah’s