Archive | October 2013

Loretta Walls was in my Chat Chair!

loretta walls face picToday I am interviewing Loretta Walls–the woman for whom the expression NuCherte has become synonymous!   Loretta has been writing since the age of thirteen and was inspired after reading Secrets by Danielle Steel. Throughout her teen years, she completed over a dozen books for personal enjoyment.  Her debut novel, Spices of Life was released in 2005.  Did you know she only autographs paperbacks in purple?

Get comfortable and let’s learn a little more about Ms. Walls.   If you are not familiar with her work, please click on the covers below; they are  Amazon linked.

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Hi Loretta.  I’m so happy to have you in my Chat Chair!  Tell  us something about you.

My weekday routine consists of me getting up at 4:30 a.m. and working on my publishing business until 6:00 a.m. Most of it ends up being checking emails, inquiries, and then writing. After that, I get my daughter up for school and start my normal part of the day. I work in Customer Service for a bowling company full time and usually devote my lunch hour to writing or adjusting a manuscript, depending on what is needed at that time. On the weekends, I try to sleep in and enjoy connecting on Facebook and other sites to chat with readers and like-minded people in the industry. My family is very understanding about my writing; my husband is very supportive in all that I do.

Where are you from?  Where do you live now?

I’m from Central Islip, New York.  I now live in Richmond, VA.

How was life growing up? How does it affect your writing?

Being that I moved away from my hometown at age 13, writing allowed me the freedom to pour my feelings into the work. I felt that no one would understand where I was in my life (emotionally) at that time, so I used my characters to vent some of the things I couldn’t verbalize. I found that my inner voice was far stronger than speaking, and have been using it ever since. I didn’t find the time to journal as a teen, because the stories kept coming one after another. However, as an adult, I found myself writing more poetry to express my feelings, especially when I was in the military. I am a Veteran and served fifteen years, including a tour in Kuwait.

What a fascinating life!  What motivated you to start Nu Cherte Publishing?

I’d connected to a few publishers and was interested in signing with a particular one. Things just didn’t mesh at the time, making it more of a reason for me to learn about the business. Why should I wait on someone that wasn’t going to handle my work in a timely manner? I was always taught that if you want something done, you need to learn it for yourself. That put the ball in motion for me. The other layer to this was my mother passing away in December of 2005. She was a huge influence in my writing from the start. I took a little time off to reflect on my life with her and decided that if I was going to do this, it would be right. From the name representing my work, to the logo, it had to be stellar. After doing some research on publishing, it slowly started coming together and the day I paid for my business license bearing the name Nu Cherte (pronounced New Share-tay), which means “To Expose At A High Cost”…that made it real.

When did you know you were a writer?

I figured it out after I held my first paperback copy of “Spices of Life”.

I’m sure that was a revelation holding a book you’d written in your hands.

What genre do you write?

Urban Romance and Erotica Romance

What motivates you to write?

Everything! Conversation, observing people and just life in general. There are things we want to express but are too afraid to vocalize them. Writing is my outlet to explore freely.

 What genre do you read?

I read mostly romance novels, but I’m open to anything with a strong synopsis and interesting book cover.

Share with us your writing process.

I must do an outline. Once I have that out the way, it’s music and an open mind to write.

How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

I’d say 20% of me, the rest is from listening to others. I like sprinkling real life situations into the stories I write.

Love that word ‘sprinkling’. What advice would you give others about writing?

It’s been said before, but I must repeat it: Learn the business! Research what it is you want to do. Expect to invest in your craft.  Nothing is for free; time is essential and there are good people in the industry. Conduct yourself in a professional manner at all times.

What would you like people to know about you that they might not know already?  

I’m always open to suggestions when it comes to a story line. My Embue series has taken off and it’s all because of the readers.  I thank you for that.

Finally, tell us what are you working on and when can we expect a release?

Currently I’m working on two projects, one slated for late summer 2013 and one for Spring 2014. My most recent release is from the
Tiffany Rivera series titled, The Majestic Dynasty.

Well I’m sure I speak for many when I say your projects are greatly anticipated!  Thanks so much for dropping by and giving us the opportunity to get to know you  better! It has been an honor to have you in my Chat Chair! 

Please continue to follow Loretta at her email: nucherte@gmail.com on Twitteron her blog: NuCherte Publishing, her instagram: NCPCEO, Google+, GoodreadsFacebookB &N & Amazon pages

Sofia Harper a.k.a Melissa Blue is in my Chat Chair!

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Today, I have Melissa Blue visiting as her alter ego, Sofia Harper. Or is it vice versa?  In any event, I am glad to have Sofia visiting my Chat Chair today.  Sofia Harper began her writing career in 2004, initially writing romantic suspense.  Finding this genre wasn’t her forte, she switched to contemporary romances where she has thrived ever since.  Sophia says, “When she’s not spending time with imaginary people in her head, she’s corrupting two little trouble makers.”   Currently, she lives in California where she says “the wine is good.”  And as many of you may have already noticed, “she’s also going full-throttle on the ride called publishing.”  She recently released, Hot Knight in Paradise (Entangled Indulgence).  The cover is Amazon linked.  Her books can also be found on Barnes & Noble.

Check out the blurb:

melissa blue sophia harper coverStranded in paradise with no way to get home, Leah Smith needs a miracle, and fast. Instead, she gets Marshall Jackson, surely the sexiest man alive. Too bad he’s got an emotional wall around himself–and her only hope of getting off the island … Marshall has a strict no damsels in distress policy, but there’s something about Leah that makes him want to break his own rules. He agrees

to let her work in his bar until she earns enough to get home. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to deny the scorching attraction between them. Soon hot island nights provide balm to their wounded souls, but will these two flawed exiles make peace with the past in time to claim the future they deserve together–or will paradise be lost?

Excerpt:

“If you’re thirsty, I’ll make you a drink. For you, five bucks for the drink and five for the minimum to get in on the poker game about to start. You’re going to lose it anyway. I’m the reigning champion. You want it on the rocks?”

She glanced around the empty bar. “You need more people than this to play poker.”

“Drinking poker.” He swept his hands in the air. “And if you build it, they will come.”

“Oh,” she said with a hint of sarcasm. “That makes sense.”

Confused, he asked, “What does?”

She twirled her finger around to indicate the bar. “You built this place.”

He scowled at the cheap shot. “You in?”

“Just the drink. Rum and coke. Plenty of rocks, since you don’t serve water.”

Finally, his limbs loosened. The tears portion of the night had ended. Marshall prepped her drink and set up the bar. Not much to do, since the same few stragglers would come in, but it fulfilled him to have this routine instead of the tedious routines of being an attorney. He liked knowing what happened next and to do it without interruption or pitfalls. No one’s life was on the line. The contentment lasted until he turned around again and noticed the woman staring down into her untouched drink.

He would leave her to her melancholy. Her problems weren’t his. She’d tried to bargain with a mugger. She had what it would take to get back home somehow. She didn’t need him, and heaven help anyone who did.

“Sh*t,” he muttered.

Her gaze rose to his, her eyes a little glassy from unshed tears.

“Hmm?”

“You asked for a drink, so drink.” He needed to know she was as tough as she looked. Then he’d be fine. Then he could let go of the urge to care about this woman who had no one to call.

She pursed her lips for a moment. “You’re bossy and I know what you’re doing. Trying to keep me from losing my sh*t.”

“I can be and I’m not doing anything. So drink.” He held her gaze until she picked up the glass in defiance and took a tentative sip. Her breath hissed out, and then she glared at him. He smiled back, and any sadness lurking in the depths of her eyes receded. She took up the challenge and drank deeply.

Intriguing!  Well everyone get comfortable and let’s get to know a little more about Sophia Harper!

Who is Sofia Harper?  What are your passions outside of writing?

One of the main reasons why I became an author is that I love stories. In any form it comes in. Since my writing schedule became insane, I don’t read as much as I used to, but I still need that story fix. So I watch tons of TV. An hour here and there and I can get a full story with fascinating characters.

 Where are you from?

I was born in Texas but it’s safe to say I am a Cali girl.

Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?

I’m the last child, which makes me the baby of the family, and that means I’m the one who got into trouble but very rarely got into trouble for it. So, I’m opinionated, stubborn. I sometimes suffer from tunnel vision. I tend to write people who are go-getters and rebels.

When did you know you were a writer?

I was nineteen. Up until that point I honestly thought everyone had elaborate daydreams. Most people probably imagine being on a beach sipping Mai Thais. My daydreams involved plots and dialogue.

What motivates you to write?

Characters that have stories they want told. I’ve quit writing before and during that time it was radio silence in my head. I’ve never had that happen before. The stories and characters went quiet because I’d was trying write for all the wrong reasons. Or, better yet my focus while writing had veered away from telling the story.

 How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

Not a lot. My life is pretty mundane. If I do take from real life, it’s to use emotion—fear, joy, sorrow, etc. At least for me, when I use a personal experience, I’m missing the point or an opportunity to make an connection to the reader. It’s your experience and that makes you biased. Who plays the devil’s advocate? No one, unfortunately. So, I need that distance.

What is your research process when preparing a post?

I do research for my books and for nothing else. Unless, I’m about to open my big mouth with an opinion of some sort. Otherwise…

What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?

Since I write contemporary romances I try to stay away from them in my leisure time. The Internal Editor refuses to shut up unless I’m knee-deep in historical romances, mysteries, urban fictions and a whole slew of other genres. But when I love your contemporary then you’ve got a fan for life. Currently, I’m fangirling Ruthie Knox, Brenda Jackson, Francis Ray, Maisey Yates and Julie James.

What advice would you give others about writing & in general?

Get to know yourself. Everyone talks about the importance of voice, but honestly the only way to discover it is to know thy self. And to skip a few years of angst wishing you wrote like X, accept thy self. You are who you are. Even if opening a word doc is the only safe place you can be yourself, then do it. Your readers and fans will appreciate that.

What would you like people to know that they might not know already?

Oh, this is a tough question. I like to think what you see is what you get from me. So…let’s settle for if you are in a boring meeting I’m the person you want to sit next to. I’ll be the one muttering jokes, but because I am good at what I do I could tell you all the important points. Yes, I was that class clown.

Great advice! I wish you well in all your future endeavors!  Thanks so much for sitting in my Chat Chair!  You can keep up with Sofia on her Twitter, her websiteblogFacebookGoodreads and Amazon Author page!   

Loving Gianni~ The Rossellini Family Book 1~ Great Read for only $1!

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She felt stupid as a warm tear slid down her face. Darn!  She reached for a paper towel as she tried to stifle a sob.

“Are you okay?” The accented voice came from behind her.

She jumped, startled by the sound.  She had forgotten she wasn’t alone in the house.  She rushed to recover enough to respond, but it wasn’t easy to stifle the pain from her memories.  She felt strong arms envelope her.

“Shhh, what’s wrong, London?”

It was the first time that she’d heard him actually say her name and the thrill that danced along her spine was purely involuntary.  She couldn’t explain why she turned into his shoulder.  She only knew in that moment it was where she needed to be.  The tears came easily and the ache from her heart, though surprising, lamented things she hadn’t thought of in years.  And there was no doubt the house, Edwina and Gianni’s aunt’s house had led to it.

Suddenly, she pushed against his chest.  It was only then that she realized it was bare.  Her hands had come in contact with the fine hair that sprinkled across it.  She felt heat begin to creep up her face.

“I uh, I’m so sorry that you, um had to see me like this.  I was just remembering something.  But I’m better now.  Thanks,” she gushed.

“I’m so sorry that you are feeling such heartache.  Is it a man?”

“A…man?  Um, no.  Definitely not.  No, it was a childhood memory.  And anyway, it doesn’t matter now.”  She turned away from him and went to flip on the kitchen light.  She was immediately regretful.  He stood before her in navy pajamas pants and nothing else.  Bare chested and bare foot, he was the epitome of sexiness.  She slowly let her eyes travel up his body until they connected with his brooding ones.  Her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed.  Did he notice that?  She wondered before she concluded Stevie Wonder could probably have seen and heard that swallow.

“Well I guess I’d better turn in,” she said finally.

“Really?” He tilted his head while he smoothed his fingers over his chin.

Really what?”

“I guess I never figured you to be so skittish a woman.

She looked down at the floor, the corners of her mouth lifting against her wishes.  “Wow! I’ve never been called skittish before.”

“Maybe you’ve never met a man like me before?”  He walked slowly toward her and it took everything in her not to step back.

She jutted her chin forward and glared. “Maybe I’m not running.  Maybe I just choose to walk away.  It could be you’re not my type. Has that not occurred to you?”

“Nope.”

“Nope.  You’re awfully good at throwing out these one word replies.”

“There are a few things in this life that…I am, let’s say, a connoisseur of—women is one of those.  I am very familiar with women.  I notice everything about them.  The way the eyes soften with attraction.  The way the pulse leaps on the side of the neck.  The soft …feminine scent that is un-de-ni-able.”

She wondered if he meant to drag that last word out like that or if it was his accent playing against the vowels.  In any event, she couldn’t deny it was having an effect on her and the last thing she was going to do was concede in this moment to him.

“I think someone is having delusions of grandeur.  However, I am exhausted and don’t have time to stand here and continue to debate this with you.  Be sure to get the lights on the way out.”  She retorted as she slid past him and forced her gait into a slow and deliberate one.  She restrained the impulse turn to look over her shoulder.  But she didn’t have to.  She could feel his gaze on her like the caress of an old lover.

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Book Spotlight: Author Leanora Moore’s Finding Love Within

leanora mooreAuthor Leanora Moore dropped by to share a tidbit of her latest book Finding Love Within.  Leanora Moore loves to read and write about happy endings in romance novels. After publishing her first two romance novels titled “The Caress of a Younger Man” and “Heavenly Kingdom“, Leanora wanted to see more plus size women as heroines in romance novels. So she decided to create the “Voluptuously Curvy and Loving It Series” that tells the stories of feisty plus size women and the men that they love. So relax and read a snapshot of her latest novel!

leanora moore finding love withinFinding Love Within Blurb:

Deidra Parker is a plus size executive assistant, who has led a boring life and she’s tired of it. So she decided to add some excitement to her life. Starting with getting the attention of the only man she has ever loved since they were kids in the sandbox and who also happened to be her boss, Jackson Reynolds.

Jackson has the reputation of being a playboy, because his relationships never last longer than a month or two. Just ending his last relationship, Jackson starts to rethink his idea on dating and wants to give up on dating for a while.

Will Deidra’s new look and attitude make Jackson want to be in a lasting relationship or will he revert back to his old ways and hurt Deidra in the process?

Finding Love Within Excerpt:

At the reception, after taking a ton of pictures and having to pose next to Jackson in most of them, Deidra needed a drink. Standing at the bar, sipping on a margarita, Deidra tried to calm her nerves, as her mind and body had different plans.

“I see that Jackson has thrown you away like an old dish towel,” said a female voice behind her. When Deidra turned around, she came face to face with Evelyn Foster.

“Don’t get me confused with yourself,” Deidra replied smiling. This was the fight she had needed, so she could release some of the anger balled up inside of her.

“Did you truly think you could satisfy a man like Jackson,” Evelyn asked smiling. It took everything in her being, not to smack the hell out of that cow, but she did not want to ruin her best friend’s wedding, so she did the next best thing.

“Even though my relationship with Jackson is none of your business, but I need to ask this, how does it feel to be told by a man over and over that he doesn’t want you? He has even had you thrown out of the buildings a few times?” Deidra asked as she sat her drink down on the bar and turned back to Evelyn smiling.

“What the hell are you doing at my wedding?” Trinity asked as she and Jackson walked up looking mad as hell.

“I can to support my future sister in law, congratulations by the way,” Evelyn replied as she went to hug Trinity, but Trinity stepped back.

“Evelyn was just telling me, how she thought that Jackson had thrown me away like an old dish rag. Oh yeah, and that I couldn’t hold on to a man like you, Jackson,” Deidra stated smiling as Evelyn’s smile dimmed a little, when she looked at Jackson’s stone face.

Lifting her drink up from the bar to her lips, Deidra tried to hide her smile, then she thought what the hell, this woman came over there messing with her. So she lowered her glass and smiled at Evelyn, who sent daggers from her eyes toward Deidra.

“What are you smiling about fat ass?” Evelyn yelled drawing everyone’s attention.

Walking slowly around her, ” it’s just so funny how I, the fat girl, ended up with the man that you have been stalking, and from the look on his face, he still doesn’t want you,” Deidra finished with her drink still in her hand, she walked over to Jackson and placed her arm around his waist, and he did the same while smiling down at her.

“As you can see, we are in love, and for the last time, I don’t want you,” Jackson stated just as security walked up.

“Jackson, I know you don’t mean that. This fat ass b*tch must be doing something to you,” Evelyn yelled.

“I got your fat b*tch,” Deidra yelled as she dashed the rest of her drink in Evelyn’s face and then lunged at her, but Jackson grabbed her.

“You bitch,” Evelyn screamed and just as she lunged at Deidra, security grabbed her arms as Jackson’s and Deidra’s family surrounded them.

“I got your b*tch!” Deidra yelled as she punched Evelyn in her jaw, knocking her to the floor. Jackson and Robert quickly grabbed Deidra as security started pulling Evelyn out of the room kicking and screaming.

Deidra pulled herself out of Jackson and Roberts arms, and walked over to the bar to get another drink because her nerves were on the edge and she felt like killing someone. With a new drink in her hand she started pacing back and forth trying to calm down. She couldn’t believe that the witch had the balls to say that mess to her.

“Sis, are you alright?” Robert asked as he made her stop pacing and look up at him.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired of her thinking she can talk to me out the side of her neck, and not have to deal with the consequences,” Deidra stated after she took a deep breath.

“Sis, she’s gone now, you sure you don’t need some ice for your hand,” Daniel asked as he looked at her bruised hand.

“No, it will be fine,” Deidra replied as she looked down at her hand.

“That woman is crazy,” Amelia Reynolds, Jackson’s mom, stated as the party music started again.

“She was about to get her butt whipped for trying to ruin my reception,” Trinity stated as Jason put his arms around her shoulders.

“Let’s just focus on having a good time,” Alan Parker, Deidra’s dad said as he pulled his daughter into his arms and hugged her.

“He’s right Trinity, you owe your dear old dad a dance anyway,” Connor stated as he twirled Trinity around, causing everyone to laugh and head to the dance floor leaving Jackson and Deidra alone.

“Are you alright?” Jackson asked as he stood in front of her and lifted her chin.

“Yeah I’m fine, just tired of all this craziness,” Deidra replied as he reached for her hand and started to look at it. The feel of his hand sent a shiver down her spine and made her forget all about the pain she was feeling.

“I know that now isn’t the time, but after the reception, can we go somewhere and talk?” Jackson asked looking into her eyes.

Just looking into his eyes, and feeling his firm hand caressing hers, made her feel safe again, and she quickly remembered why she fell in love with him in the first place.

“Jackson, it’s not going to change my mind, but yes we can talk,” she said as she tried to figure out, who she was trying to convince, him or herself.

“Thank you, now can I have the honor of this dance,” Jackson asked as he led her onto the dance floor. By the smile on his face, she knew he was up to something.

Dancing across the dance floor, Deidra tried to enjoy the way it felt in his arms, and the masculine smell of his cologne that just wrapped around her like a warm blanket on a cold night. She felt safer than she had in the past month, and then she realized that after everything was over at the reception, she would be alone again in her hotel room.

You can also find Leanora’s books on Barnes & Noble.  Thanks so much for stopping by Leanora!  Please come back again!

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Book Spotlight: Sharon C. Cooper’s Still the Best Woman for the Job!

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Still the Best Woman for the Job, book 1 of the Jenkins Family Series

Blurb

Joint heir to the largest construction company in the state of Ohio, master plumber, Toni (TJ) Jenkins has been groomed to behave in a way that is befitting of the respected Jenkins’ family name. But after she breaks up with the only man she’s ever loved, to protect a secret she holds close to her heart, poor decisions lead her down a path of destruction that risks ruining the reputation of the company her family has worked hard to build.

Cincinnati police officer, Craig Logan, knows Toni is the woman for him. They’ve been apart for months, but when they run into each other at a party, the passion between them sizzles stronger than ever. She says she can’t handle dating a cop, but he senses that something else keeps her from rushing back into his arms. Craig wants her to be his wife, and he’ll do whatever it takes to prove no matter what she’s hiding, she’s still the best woman for the job.

Excerpt

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cincinnati’s finest and I mean that in every sense of the word.” Jada stood and ran a manicured hand down the front of her black slip dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. She glanced at the wide mirror over the sink and turned her head back and forth before shaking her hair wildly. Craig almost laughed when she rubbed her lips together, smiled at her reflection, and struck a pose before turning to him. “Glad to see you, Officer Logan. I trust you can take it from here,” she said on her way out of the oversized bathroom.

With an amused grin, Craig shook his head and watched her stroll down the hall as if she didn’t have a care in the world. He got along well with all of Toni’s family, but Jada, known for her oversized ego and theatrics, always cracked him up. He turned back to Toni and the smile slipped from his lips as she scurried to her feet, dusted off her knees and adjusted her drool-worthy red dress. A ripple of desire surged through his body and catapulted straight to his groin the moment their gazes collided. He’d worked a twelve-hour shift and was dog-tired when he first pulled up to the Jenkins’ estate, but exhaustion no longer plagued him. Instead, his need to pull Toni into his arms and hold her close took root. Despite what he told himself when deciding on whether to attend her grandfather’s birthday celebration, there was no way he’d be able to walk away from her tonight – at least not without tasting her tempting lips.

His heart pounded loudly in his ears as his gaze traveled from her perfectly made up face down her curvaceous body and shapely legs until his perusal stopped at her red strappy shoes. The eight months of them being apart suddenly felt like eight years as he slowly took her all in, realizing just how much he had missed her. God she’s beautiful. So many days had come and gone when he wanted to call her, or just see her for a minute, but he’d kept his word. When she walked away from their relationship, she made him promise not to seek her out, telling him that she needed space. After seeing her tonight, all bets were off. No way could he be in her presence and not want what they once had.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her sexy voice but a whisper.

When he didn’t speak right away, she nervously pushed a lock of her long, thick hair behind her ear and peeked at the big brute lying at her feet. Glancing down at him, Craig wondered what she was thinking. Was she seriously dating this guy?

“Peyton invited me,” Craig finally answered.

He leaned against the doorjamb and tucked his hands into his pants pockets. Eyes as warm as fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on a cold winter’s day stared back at him, and he shifted his stance to hide the evidence of his sudden arousal. He wasn’t surprised by the ardent effect she still had on him, but right now wasn’t the best time to indulge in what his body craved from her.

She glanced away. Her gaze bounced from him to the jerk on the floor and then back to him again. Why was she nervous? Toni was one of the most confident women he’d ever met, and right now her behavior didn’t fit her usual self-assured personality. If anything, watching her actions now reminded him of a time, early in their relationship, when she was slow to let down her guard and unwilling to share her desires, needs, and even her fears.

“So what’s going on?” He nodded at the man on the floor. “I assume he’s alive.”

Her mouth dropped open and her hands flew to her hips as she narrowed her eyes at Craig.

“Of course he’s alive. He just had a little too much to drink.”

“A little? Hell, the guy is passed out on your grandparent’s bathroom floor. I’d say he’s way past drunk.” At that moment, her inebriated friend groaned and rolled to his side.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Toni fell to her knees, pushed him onto his back and patted his cheek. “Ronald, wake up. Come on, we have to get you out of here. I need you to wake up.”

Craig straightened and his body tensed. With a good view of her shapely butt as she leaned over her date, he couldn’t stop himself from zoning in on her smooth toned legs and dainty feet. He had always been a leg-man, but when it came to Toni, he loved everything about her, from her curvy, petite body to her smart mouth. And right now, her mouth was a little too close to this guys face.

“Come on, Ronald, wake up.” She shook his shoulders, but when that didn’t work, she went back to patting his cheek.

It wasn’t so much that she was touching this Ronald guy in an intimate way that bothered Craig. The fact that she had her hands on another man period sent his jealous meter into overdrive.

“Maybe you need to slap him a little harder,” Craig said, still standing near the doorway. “Or better yet, I’d be happy to do the honors.” He moved forward and burst out laughing when she glared at him over her shoulder.

“Better yet, maybe I should slap you for just standing there and not offering to help me get him up and out of here!”

Craig chuckled, glad to see the fire within her hadn’t burned out. Now this was the Toni he loved and missed.

“And why would I do that? He’s your date.” He snapped his fingers. “As a matter of fact, I should really get to the party, maybe grab something to eat, dance a little and get my drink on.”

He turned and walked back to the door.

“Yikes!” Toni yelped. “Ronald, let me go.”

Craig glanced back to see that Ronald had palmed Toni’s butt and had pulled her on top of him.

“Ju … just lay heeere with me, baby,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Ne … need sleep ri … right now. Big da … daddy will gi … give you some lovin—”

“Ah, hell no!” With one long step, Craig reached for Toni’s elbow and pulled her to her feet. His first thought was to plant his size twelve on top of her date’s chest, but thinking that probably wouldn’t be the best idea, he lifted Ronald by the front of his shirt. “Get your a** up.”

Buy Link

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Bestselling author, Sharon C. Cooper, lives in Atlanta with her husband and enjoys reading, writing, and rainy days. She writes sweet and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense. Sharon is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), board member and member of Georgia Romance Writers (GRW), and a member of the Page a Day Writers Group. To read more about Sharon and her novels, visit www.sharoncooper.net

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Book Spotlight: Author Sharon C. Cooper’s Still the Best Woman for the Job!

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by: Sharon C. Cooper
It’s a pleasure to have Sharon C. Cooper drop by for a minute to share her latest book Still the Best Woman for the Job!  Did you know in addition to being a wife and mother that she is an entrepreneur, virtual assistant, freelance writer, playwright and used to be a sheet metal worker?  Wow!  In fact, it was while she was a sheet metal worker that she attended college in the evening and obtained her B.A. from Concordia University in Business Management with an emphasis in Communication.
 

Once she received her degree, she ran the family business for 10 years. But after getting tired of the long, cold winters (Milwaukee) she passed the family business baton to one of her brothers. She and her husband then relocated to San Diego…which is where her writing career officially started.  All I can say is I am sooo glad she is a writer aren’t you?  Well relax and get a snapshot of her latest story!


Excerpt: 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cincinnati’s finest and I mean that in every sense of the word.” Jada stood and ran a manicured hand down the front of her black slip dress, smoothing out the wrinkles. She glanced at the wide mirror over the sink and turned her head back and forth before shaking her hair wildly. Craig almost laughed when she rubbed her lips together, smiled at her reflection, and struck a pose before turning to him. “Glad to see you, Officer Logan. I trust you can take it from here,” she said on her way out of the oversized bathroom.
 
With an amused grin, Craig shook his head and watched her stroll down the hall as if she didn’t have a care in the world. He got along well with all of Toni’s family, but Jada, known for her oversized ego and theatrics, always cracked him up. He turned back to Toni and the smile slipped from his lips as she scurried to her feet, dusted off her knees and adjusted her drool-worthy red dress. A ripple of desire surged through his body and catapulted straight to his groin the moment their gazes collided. He’d worked a twelve-hour shift and was dog-tired when he first pulled up to the Jenkins’ estate, but exhaustion no longer plagued him. Instead, his need to pull Toni into his arms and hold her close took root. Despite what he told himself when deciding on whether to attend her grandfather’s birthday celebration, there was no way he’d be able to walk away from her tonight – at least not without tasting her tempting lips.
 
His heart pounded loudly in his ears as his gaze traveled from her perfectly made up face down her curvaceous body and shapely legs until his perusal stopped at her red strappy shoes. The eight months of them being apart suddenly felt like eight years as he slowly took her all in, realizing just how much he had missed her. God she’s beautiful. So many days had come and gone when he wanted to call her, or just see her for a minute, but he’d kept his word. When she walked away from their relationship, she made him promise not to seek her out, telling him that she needed space. After seeing her tonight, all bets were off. No way could he be in her presence and not want what they once had.
 
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her sexy voice but a whisper.
 
When he didn’t speak right away, she nervously pushed a lock of her long, thick hair behind her ear and peeked at the big brute lying at her feet. Glancing down at him, Craig wondered what she was thinking. Was she seriously dating this guy?
 
“Peyton invited me,” Craig finally answered.
 
He leaned against the doorjamb and tucked his hands into his pants pockets. Eyes as warm as fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies on a cold winter’s day stared back at him, and he shifted his stance to hide the evidence of his sudden arousal. He wasn’t surprised by the ardent effect she still had on him, but right now wasn’t the best time to indulge in what his body craved from her.
 
She glanced away. Her gaze bounced from him to the jerk on the floor and then back to him again. Why was she nervous? Toni was one of the most confident women he’d ever met, and right now her behavior didn’t fit her usual self-assured personality. If anything, watching her actions now reminded him of a time, early in their relationship, when she was slow to let down her guard and unwilling to share her desires, needs, and even her fears.
 
“So what’s going on?” He nodded at the man on the floor. “I assume he’s alive.”
Her mouth dropped open and her hands flew to her hips as she narrowed her eyes at Craig.
 
“Of course he’s alive. He just had a little too much to drink.”
 
“A little? Hell, the guy is passed out on your grandparent’s bathroom floor. I’d say he’s way past drunk.” At that moment, her inebriated friend groaned and rolled to his side.
 
“Oh, thank goodness.” Toni fell to her knees, pushed him onto his back and patted his cheek.
 
“Ronald, wake up. Come on, we have to get you out of here. I need you to wake up.”
 
Craig straightened and his body tensed. With a good view of her shapely butt as she leaned over her date, he couldn’t stop himself from zoning in on her smooth toned legs and dainty feet. He had always been a leg-man, but when it came to Toni, he loved everything about her, from her curvy, petite body to her smart mouth. And right now, her mouth was a little too close to this guys face.
 
“Come on, Ronald, wake up.” She shook his shoulders, but when that didn’t work, she went back to patting his cheek.
 
It wasn’t so much that she was touching this Ronald guy in an intimate way that bothered Craig. The fact that she had her hands on another man period sent his jealous meter into overdrive.
 
“Maybe you need to slap him a little harder,” Craig said, still standing near the doorway. “Or better yet, I’d be happy to do the honors.” He moved forward and burst out laughing when she glared at him over her shoulder.
 
“Better yet, maybe I should slap you for just standing there and not offering to help me get him up and out of here!”
 
Craig chuckled, glad to see the fire within her hadn’t burned out. Now this was the Toni he loved and missed.
 
“And why would I do that? He’s your date.” He snapped his fingers. “As a matter of fact, I should really get to the party, maybe grab something to eat, dance a little and get my drink on.”
 
He turned and walked back to the door.
 
“Yikes!” Toni yelped. “Ronald, let me go.”
 
Craig glanced back to see that Ronald had palmed Toni’s butt and had pulled her on top of him.
 
“Ju … just lay heeere with me, baby,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Ne … need sleep ri … right now. Big da … daddy will gi … give you some lovin—”

“Ah, hell no!” With one long step, Craig reached for Toni’s elbow and pulled her to her feet. His first thought was to plant his size twelve on top of her date’s chest, but thinking that probably wouldn’t be the best idea, he lifted Ronald by the front of his shirt. “Get your ass up.”
 
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Author Theresa L. Henry is in my Chat Chair!

Today, I have in my chat chair  Theresa L. Henry, UK author of the Kingdom Series, Abandoned But Not Alone and For Love And Vengeance.  They have already garnered more than 100 and 65 reviews respectively on Amazon!  If you’d like to check them out, click on the book covers.  They are Amazon linked.

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Excerpt from Abandoned But Not Alone.

It would seem that good manners had prevailed and they were all now seated around the dining table. Aviva looked around the table, offering Josh and Jackson a small smile. Jason and Jake, on the other hand, she gave looks of warning that silently conveyed her message. ‘Don’t start anything at this table – or else.’ That accomplished, Aviva bowed her head, and if ever a meal needed to be blessed, it was this one. “Please bow your heads,” Aviva said, looking around the table. Jackson did so immediately while the others looked at her as though she had just grown another head. Aviva repeated her request through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly. “I said bow your heads.” Staring each man down until they complied with her wishes, she also bent her head and closed her eyes. “Dear Lord, bless the food that has been so beautifully prepared. May it nourish our bodies.” Thinking she had completed the blessing, the men began to move around. She didn’t bother to look up, continuing as though their movement hadn’t distracted her. “Lord, I also pray that you will bless all those gathered at this table, so they may come to know the blessing you have bestowed upon them by bringing them together. Amen.”

Aviva was met by silence. “I said amen!”

Four hurried amens were quickly said from around the table. Her right temple began pounding, which only happened when she was extremely stressed, and these men seemed to have the knack of stressing her to her limit. If they knew what was good for them, they had better make nice and not push her. She didn’t much care how big they were, she would take them down – hard. Giving them hard stares, she smiled. “Well, what are you all waiting for? Eat.” Picking up their napkins, the men laid them across their laps and began passing around serving dishes, making their selections in silence.

Jake wasn’t hungry. He hadn’t been since Jason’s discovery. He pushed his food around his plate, lost in thought. By nature, he was a protector. Realizing this fact about himself long ago he accepted it. When Josh was born, he remembered an almost overwhelming need to ensure he always knew where he was and that he was okay. It started with him sneaking into Josh’s room late at night to sit curled up in a chair he pulled close to his cot so he would be on hand should his brother need him. His father found him in this position on numerous occasions. No assurances of Josh’s well-being could convince Jake to leave him by himself. In the end, his father had moved them in together to ensure Jake would stay in his bed.

As they got older, Josh would tag along behind Jake at all times. He didn’t mind, in fact he preferred it that way. At least he knew his brother was safe. Now, at thirty-four, he had another brother. A twin brother, that had probably needed him and he had never even known about him. Jake had bad feelings about the life Jason had led. Impatient, Josh wanted to hire investigators to find out about Jason’s life. He and his father refused to allow him to go forward with the idea. Their first meeting with Jason had been difficult enough. If he ever got an inkling they had instructed investigators to delve into his life, they may lose him before they even had a chance to get to know each other. And he did want to get to know this angry man that sat before him. He wanted to know every last detail about his life. Without realizing it, Jake had started staring at Jason again. He was brought out of his reverie by Jason’s angry words and a fork pointing in his direction.

“What the hell are you staring at me like that for?”

“What…?” he asked, surprised at Jason’s verbal attack.

“Stop starting at me. I don’t like it!”

“Make me!”

Jackson and Josh were both surprised by Jake’s response. Not known for having a quick temper, he would normally slow burn before an eruption. But Jason seemed to have an adverse effect on him. Pushing back their chairs at the same time, both men shot to their feet and faced off across the table. Shocked, neither Jackson nor Josh moved – but Aviva did. Banging her fist against the table, she managed to gain their attention.

Pointing a finger at Jacob, and then Jason, she muttered through gritted teeth. “You and you, sit down. Now!”

Josh sniggered. Swinging around to face him, Aviva flashed him a deadly look. “And you, zip it!” He wanted to laugh out loud, but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he would be much better off not drawing her attention away from his brothers. Besides, he was having too much fun at their expense. Raising his forefinger and thumb to his lips, he mimed a zipping action. She was not amused.

“Aviva, I won’t stand for you speaking to me like that in my own house. Not now, not ever!”

“Well, sit down then, I don’t care. Just keep quiet,” she purred, sarcasm dripping from her every word.

It was Jake’s turn to snigger at Jason’s expense, but Aviva was having none of it. “Don’t you dare laugh at him! Who the hell do you think you are?  And didn’t I just tell you to sit down and be quiet?!”

“Aviva…” they both growled in perfect synchronization.

She wasn’t prepared to listen to another word any of them had to say. The top of her head felt as though it were going to explode. Soundlessly pushing back her chair, she removed her napkin from her lap, folded it to a perfect rectangle and placed it beside her untouched meal.

“You know what you can all do? You can all stuff off!” At their incredulous looks, Aviva glanced at Jackson to see his head bent, his napkin covering his face, and his shoulders moving up and down. “Now look what you’ve all done, you made Jackson cry! Jackson, I’m so sorry, please don’t cry. All of you, apologize this minute.”

With one hand still holding his napkin to his face, his spare hand banged the table repeatedly. Unable to hold back any longer, Jackson erupted in laughter. Shocked beyond belief at his laughter, Aviva was offended. In fact, she was highly offended. “You are all barbarians, you know that, right?” she said in a huff of exasperation before sitting back down.

Rising to his feet, Jackson held up his glass. “I would like to propose a toast. To Aviva…The General.” Josh stood, joining the others, as they raised their glasses and chanted, for once in total accord. “The General!”

“Yeah, and don’t you forget it!”

I loved that!  Well everyone, grab a beverage get comfortable and let’s get to know a little more about Theresa!

Who is Theresa Henry?  What are your passions outside of writing?

My passions outside of writing are my family and friends. They are the people who shaped my life and made me the person I am today. I feel extremely blessed to be surrounded by such incredible inspirational people. My parents, although elderly are still with my siblings and I and they are our staunchest supporters.

It’s a given that I like reading and losing myself in a good novel is one of my greatest pleasures. I especially like reading when the rain is falling, and the sky is grey with thunder clouds. This is when the escape that reading offers comes into its own. What could be better than to travel to a far off place or even another world conjured up from someone’s imagination?

I like good food, but hardly ever enjoy cooking. I’m quite a decent cook actually I just don’t like to do it very often.

Where are you from?

I came into this world on the beautiful island of Jamaica. I now live in London, England. I think of myself as having dual nationality. I’m still extremely Caribbean in a lot of ways, for example, some of the words I use when speaking and the food I enjoy. But I also know and love that I have made my home here in the UK. London, in my opinion, is one of the most racially diverse capitals in the world. This diversity offers a myriad of opportunities to for me to meet and interact with others from a so many different cultures.

Tell me about life growing up. How does it affect your writing?

I’m a middle child. I have an older sister and brother and two younger brothers. I was the baby of the family for about eight years, but I don’t remember getting any special treatment because of this. We used to play out on the street all the time with our neighbors, but only after chores and schoolwork had been completed. I sort of feel sorry for kids today, that feeling of community, in my opinion, has diminished somewhat.

I come from an extremely religious background, and we as a family spent a lot of time in activities that centered on the church.

My childhood, to date hasn’t really affected my writing in any way. I do know that as I go forward I will probably use elements of some of the characters I knew as a child. Some of the elders were hysterical, my mother included and they/she don’t even realize  just how funny they are!

When did you know you were a writer?

I realized that I was a writer with the completion of my first book, Abandoned but not Alone. I don’t come from the group of writers that began writing during their childhood.

As I mentioned before, I love to read. My writing journey began about ten months ago. I think that most avid readers probably think that they have at least one book in them I was the same. What may have set me apart from millions of other people is that I actually sat down and saw the writing of the book through to completion.

It wasn’t an easy process for me as I had no idea what I was doing. I just had this story floating around in my head, and I wanted to get it down on paper. I know I made a lot of mistakes along the way, but I’m prepared to stand by my first book. This is my learning curve, sharp though it may be, and it’s through these mistakes that I will grow as a writer.

What motivates you to write?

In the first instance, I think I just wanted something different to do. I had recently been made redundant, and the idea of being put into theresa henry For_Love_And_Vengeance_Front_Ebook_sizesuch a position again made my stomach churn. I didn’t want my livelihood to be solely dependent on an employer. I realized that with the changing economy, being made redundant could happen again at any time. I knew that I had to take matters into my own hands to see how I could move forward. Hence my attempt at writing a novel. As the words began to fill page after page, I knew that I absolutely loved the whole writing process. I was happy, and I was doing something that no-one could take away. It actually didn’t matter if I were an absolute flop as a writer. I just loved the creative process.

How much of what you write is based on personal experiences?

Less than one percent I would say. My writing comes mainly from my imagination. However, I don’t think it’s possible to write about the interactions of individuals without drawing somewhat on certain of my characteristics and those of the people around me. But in no way have I based any of my character on any individual that I know.

What is your research process when preparing a story?

To date I haven’t had to do too much research for my books. What little additional information I’ve needed was quickly found doing a simple internet search. The only scene in ‘Abandoned but not Alone’ that instantly springs to mind was the need to gather information on different types of vintage cars, their model name and price. Nothing could have been easier.

The need to do more extensive research may all change in the future though!

What genre do you read? What authors do you admire?

I love to read fantasy fiction with loads of action. I like Stephen Donaldson’s: The chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever. Thomas Covenant is a pain of a reluctant hero, definitely not an alpha male. He also has leprosy which was a first for me. I also enjoyed the first three books by George R.R. Martin in the Game of Thrones series. However I’m not going to read anymore of his books because he keeps killing off all the characters I like. I have also read Shogun by James Clavell around six times. Action, action and more action.

Of course, it goes without saying that I also like to read romance. I have been reading romantic fiction since I was a teenager and I intend to keep reading them way into my dotage.

What advice would you give others about writing & in general?

I don’t honestly think I’m in a position to give others advice about writing as I’m still the new kid on the block. All I’m willing to say is; if someone thinks they may have a talent for writing, give it a go. In this age of e-books, publishing couldn’t be easier. However, a word of caution, the reading public work hard for their money and I’m sure that they spend it wisely. Research your market and only publish a book that you would be willing to pay your hard earned cash for.

My general advice to others is to always remember that good manners are free. It will cost you nothing to say, please and thank you!

What would you like people to know that they might not know already?

I have a really wicked sense of humor, but I can’t remember jokes and I can’t tell them. I always manage to mess up the punch line. There’s nothing worse than a group of people shaking their heads because your joke was so lame!

I can totally relate Theresa!  We all look forward to Book III of the Kingdom Series due for release in 2014.  Thanks so much for sitting in my Chat Chair!  I hope you will drop by again!

You can continue to keep up with Theresa on her Twitter & Facebook pages and also by email at: theresalhenry262@yahoo.com