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New Release from Nikki Walker! The Reluctant Fiancee

36930987_10211967033753591_9209597836218335232_nMoira Kelly fell by chance into a career that completely encompasses her gift of cooking and staging houses—not for potential buyers, but for homeowners like divorcees and widowers who suddenly found their homes devoid of love and warmth. She is completely content with her life of beautifying the lives of others, or so she thinks.

Her tagline? Create a home “With the look of love”. So efficient is her business that word of mouth spreads to billionaire and international playboy, Javier Hommes; a man whose life Moira has seen play out on the T.V. news, social media and any tabloid still in business.

When he expresses interest in her services, she is initially hesitant. He was gorgeous with a capital G oozing charisma from every pore. A few minutes in his presence makes her want to run. But finally, she agrees to the monetarily attractive offer on one condition, he must keep their interactions completely professional. No Flirting.

Billionaire Javier Hommes, whose legacy is Hommes International Resorts & Properties doesn’t doubt his ability to make his parents, and in particular his father, proud when it comes to his business acumen. His reports and increased revenue are proof of that. It’s his personal life that gives them pause. Is he truly settled enough in life to completely take on the reigns of the family business?

 He is convinced that he is. His parents will be visiting soon, and he just needs a little help from the beautiful Moira Kelly to stage his impulsive house purchase to look like the tagline she is known for.  It doesn’t hurt that she added a little challenge. She actually expects him to not flirt with her. Yeah, good luck with that! Him not flirting is like asking him not to breathe. And she is far too beautiful for him not to at least try to get next to her.

1-Click the second in the Reluctant Series today!

The Reluctant Fiancée—The Look Of Love

By Nikki Walker

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Earned By The Billionaire 2 by Shani Greene-Dowdell!

Earned by the Billionaire 2
When I was in high school, I had a full-blown affair with Lyle Walker.
It was novice and innocent but turned out to be one sided.
Somewhere deep inside, I felt he loved me.
Something in his eyes told me it was real.
All of that was shattered when he rejected me in front of a packed gymnasium.
But none of that matters ten years later, as I’m faced with a proposition for a week of my time in exchange for a loan from his bank.

~Pamelon~

“By ruining her, I became undone.
When Nate asked me why Pamelon Jackson was following me around senior year, I should have punched him in the face.
It was a sad existence to love her not have the nerve to tell the world.
I was worried about what everyone would say.
But that was boy Lyle Walker, not the full-blooded man that I am today.
Now, I’m ready to do whatever it takes to get my woman back, including opening the vaults to my bank and my heart.

From Shani Greene-Dowdell, the author of the highly acclaimed Breathless: In Love with an Alpha Billionaire series, comes a fiery, heartfelt novel about a woman trying to fulfill her promise to her father who died of cancer, when she finds out the CEO of the only bank in town willing to finance her dream is man who shattered her heart so long ago.”

~ Lyle~

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You’ll want to grab this new gem from Author Shani Greene-Dowdell!

Earned By The Billionaire 2 available on Amazon today!

You can also keep up with all that’s new on Shani’s website, her Twitter and Instagram pages.

 

The Balm of Love ~ Only 99 Ct!

New Balm of Love 3There was maybe an hour of daylight left when Eleanor finally turned onto a stone and dirt road was like a car path through uncut forest.  Finally she pulled up to a guardhouse made of logs with ‘Welcome to Lewis Wilderness Park’ carved in a wooden plank that hung so that it greeted any arrival.

She hoped for her first meeting they didn’t ask her much about Lewis & Clark. She didn’t recall much history from her high school history class.  A tall light brown complected man with a short afro approached her car door.

She lowered her window.  “Hi, I’m Eleanor Lewis. I’m the new employee. I’m to meet with Mr. Murray in about thirty minutes.”

“Welcome to the Wilderness family. I’m Glen,” he said extending his hand through her window.

“Nice to meet you Glen.”

“So, you’re going to continue down this road and take a left where the road forks up ahead. Oh and no need to be nervous, Sean…well Mr. Murray is a cool guy. He will immediately put you at ease. See you later Eleanor.”

Eleanor now smiled a little easier. “Thanks Glen. I appreciate that.”

As he stepped back he smiled and waved her through and she smiled thinking of the friendly sparkle in his brown eyes. She eased the car forward and tried to follow his advice as she took deliberate slow breaths to attempt to calm her heart.

They’d done all the interviews by Skype, so this would be the first time they’d meet in person. They’d been desperate to fill the position and she’d been desperate to start a new life. Hiding out in some wilderness park seemed as different a life she could shoot for. Here, she was certain none of her old crowd would show up  forcing her to suffer sneers from those she’d alienated or looks of pity from those that once considered her a friend.

Soon she drove toward a group of buildings with log paneling on the outside sharing an extended porch embellished with tall rough rafters.  She grabbed only her purse, deciding to retrieve her luggage later.  As she walked up the steps of the porch she could see the first building was a restaurant and bakery with the next being an Outfitter store.

Moments later, she stood before the main lodge building.  She took a deep breath and pushed the door forward stepping into the main lobby, hearing a chirpy greeting which she searched out as her eyes adjusted to the cozy incandescent lighting.

The scent of fresh cut wood hung in the air and she was aware of the whirring sound of an electrical saw accompanied with hammering. Her gaze scanned the lobby which was beautifully decorated in leathers and faux fur textures.

Whatever construction was behind the scenes from where she stood, which was at the front desk before a bubbly, blond woman with a brass pin that read, Belinda who peered at her with clear blue eyes and a contagious smile looking to be no more than nineteen or twenty.

“Welcome to the Lewis Wilderness Park and Camping Lodge. Do you have reservations?” she repeated with no hint of it being the second time she’d asked.

“Hi Belinda. I’m Eleanor Lewis and I have an appointment with Mr. Murray.”

“Oh yes, I was expecting you. He should be ready to meet with you in about ten more minutes. Can I get you a beverage or cup of coffee in the meanwhile?”

“Some water would be great.”

“I’ll get that right away. Feel free to have a seat.”

Eleanor turned and after scanning the spacious lobby filled with various casual seating groups, decided to walk toward the chocolate colored leather club chairs beside one of the lit fireplaces. She was glad the lobby was empty. She didn’t want the added pressure of making small talk with a stranger.

Soon, she was sipping from a bottle of water trying to calm her frenzied mind and shrug off some of the traveling weariness. There was distraction in the quaint beauty of the room made cozy by warm colors and textile carpets that scattered across the stone tile floors and hung on some of the log paneled walls complimented by two huge stone fireplaces at opposite sides of the lobby.

“Mr. Murray will see you now,” Belinda said suddenly  beside her, startling her from her wandering thoughts.

Elaine stood up and took a deep breath as she followed the petite woman across the tiled floors to a discreet stairway tucked beneath a curved wall. Plush carpet met her foot fall and soon she was in a lavishly decorated office, reflecting a constrained passion for the Safari lifestyle.

She immediately recognized the aged Scottish man with shining dark eyes and plump cheeks that she’d been corresponding with over the past few weeks and smiled as she thrust her hand into his extended one. It felt like she was meeting an old friend.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you in person, Eleanor! Did you have a hard time traveling through the snow storm last night or were you already in town?”

Sean Murray had a slight trilling of his Rs despite the nearly thirty years of living in the States.  Eleanor had come to love hearing him speak.  “No, I was still a few hours away, but safely ensconced for the night.”

“Wonderful, wonderful well please have a seat. We are so happy you were available this weekend. There is a small investor group that will be arriving on Friday. They are interested in seeing some of the package tours that this lodge offers and as you can see there is a race to finish up the last of the construction projects on the main floor—only two days away mind you.”

“Well, as I’ve already expressed Mr. Murray, I am eager to jump in and get us completed by deadline if not before. I’ve been reassured even since arriving how kind you are, so I am thrilled to be working for you.”

She watched the once jovial expression on the man suddenly falter, his mouth now twisting to the side as his wiry eyebrows slash in lines pointing toward his nose.

“Did I say something wrong?” Eleanor inquired quickly.

“No, I think that somewhere along the line I have mis-communicated to you. I am not your boss. I merely handle the HR business. No my dear, your boss, well our boss… well here he is now.”

Eleanor watched as Sean Murray gestured with his hand even as he lifted his gaze beyond her.

She on the other hand was caught off guard by a subtle and yet familiar cologne that she’d only known one person to wear.  No! It couldn’t be. Could it?

“Mr. Lewis, I’m so glad that you will finally meet our new employee, Eleanor Lewis.  I thought it funny that you two shared the same last name. Don’t you?”

Eleanor turned so quick she thought her neck would suffer whiplash. “Oh no!”

“You.” He managed between gritted teeth.

Eleanor stood from the wing chair she’d been seated, even as she continued to grasp tightly to it for fear her jelly legs would collapse beneath her.

She stared into the clear brown eyes of the man who’d stolen her heart when she had only been a girl and dropped her gaze in haste.  She was too afraid to decipher what she might read there—most likely the truth about her, about the person she’d been but from whom she was trying to evolve. But he didn’t know that, nor would he believe it.

Still too afraid to meet his gaze, she instead took in his navy cashmere sweater and button-down striped shirt collar that revealed sparse hairs peeping from the top. His wide shoulders reminded her of how she once felt incredibly safe tucked within his strong arms.

Even standing still, his swagger was as she remembered, except somehow more charismatic.

Intensity bounced off him in waves and she knew she was the lightning rod for much of it.

He appeared calm, his hand casually tucked in the pant pocket of a pair of khaki pants, yet the tic in his jaw something only those who knew him well enough to look for, told the story.

Finally, her gaze lifted and she was slammed with his gaze, the ferocity of too many emotions, all focused directly at her. Sweat beaded on her forehead even as her heart did a frenzied canter within her chest.

“I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “It’s really you. This wasn’t the way I wanted us to meet again.”

The tension was thick as the HR manager’s eyes pivoted between the two of them. “Do you …know each other?”

“Actually Sean, you have managed to successfully hire my soon to be ex-wife, that is if the judge could ever sign and discharge the papers,” Terry said while he moved quickly, his long legs crossing the room in only a few strides.

In seconds he was a breath away from her. “Do you never do anything on the up and up? What are you doing here?”

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Can two people who’ve hurt one another manage to fall in love again? Check out my latest in the Serenity Inn Series. Tap into the joy, heartbreak and healing love of Lindsay, Chad, Eleanor and Terrance for only 99 ct for a short time!

The Balm of Love ~ Serenity Inn Series ~Book 3

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An Excerpt from The Balm of Love…

 

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An hour later, Lindsay was smiling as Chad pushed her wheelchair out into the hallway. She’d been set free from one prison, getting home would determine what her privileges would be.  She sighed, one battle at a time.

He placed his hands beneath her legs to lift her into the Serenity Inn van that they used to transport guests.  As he leaned in, she cradled his face between her hands and brushed her lips against his.

His gaze met hers and he began to probe deeper. His heartbeat sped up and in that moment he knew it just wasn’t possible to love someone more than he loved her.

Everything about Lindsey made him want to be a better man brewing within him a strong belief that what they felt now was only the beginning of what it would be. These were the emotions he sought to convey to her with caress of his lips against hers.  They finally pulled apart and smiled at each other as they rested their foreheads against the others.

“It’s almost like old times, isn’t it?” she whispered thinking of life before pregnancy… when they would sneak into the van for intense but restrained make-out sessions.  Life before she learned pregnancy wasn’t going to be the romantic notion she’d always envisioned.

His eyes gentled.  “Linds, it will always be that way between us babe. But for now, I just want to make sure that you and our baby will be safe.”

“I know sweetheart, but if I stay one more day in that hospital, I’ll go crazy.  I have to be around my family home—at Serenity.  I need to know what is going on.”

“Listen, you have a crew at the house that you’ve trained very well. They love you and know how important their jobs are.  They want what’s best for you and our baby, too–”

Lindsey placed her finger against his lips.  “I don’t care. I need to be there. You of all people should understand that.” Dropping her finger she looked away from him as frustration began to build within her.

Chad gently grasped her chin. “If I didn’t understand that, I wouldn’t have allowed them to release you two days early. Where do you think we’re going? Huh?” he asked as he began to tickle her. As she pulled away from him giggling, he swatted her hip.

“Always gotta be so dramatic!” he fussed, humor playing in his eyes just before he carefully closed her door.

Tears lined his bottom lids. He whisked them away with a finger and shook his head.  He never thought he could feel like this about anyone, but Lindsay renewed his loved from day to day. Even when they didn’t agree, one look into her chocolate-brown eyes had him melting before long.

“And when we get home,” he continued as he slid beneath the steering wheel, “don’t think you’re off bedrest. In fact, I want some alone time with you. I need to hold you and put in some serious tummy talk time. My baby boy probably has forgotten my voice by now.”

“Oh please as if you would be quiet enough for that to happen,” she teased.

Chad chuckled, nodding.  He spared her a look and thought how hard it would be not to make love to his beautiful wife. He started the engine and then reached out to touch an escaped tendril of hair.

Their eyes met and for just a second nothing else existed. He missed her. Missed connecting with her, being one with her. Walking and talking with her on their days off—all the things that the sickness seemed to have curtailed.  He would never be able to get enough of his wife and there wasn’t a night he didn’t say a thankful prayer for her.

His eyes took in the shadows beneath her eyes and the gaunt, narrowing of her face.  She looked so fragile.  The pregnancy was really taking its toll. Whereas at first it opened up a freedom they hadn’t realized they’d not yet explored, the sickness began to tamper the activity they’d once enjoyed with passion and frequency. He ran his finger gently down her cheek before he turned from her and pulled out into traffic.

He felt her hand on his knee and he smiled at her as they got the green light.  His heartbeat quickened at her touch and he decided at the very next red light he was gonna steal a kiss from her succulent cherry lips, particularly the one she was worrying with her teeth.

He turned onto the next road and then heard Lindsay scream just before he felt the impact of something that sent them into a spin.  Chad tried to fight against the centrifugal force that held him in place away from where he sought, which was to protect Lindsay and their baby.

Her eyes were closed and a thin gash oozed blood on her forehead which the crack on the windshield explained.   His heart clutched as he saw them nearing the opposite side of the mountain road and he prayed they would stop hurtling before over the side.

Suddenly everything stilled. Chad was afraid to move. Where were they in respect to the edge? He unsnapped his seat belt and eased toward Lindsay. He touched her neck seeking the rhythm of her heartbeat along her carotid artery.  Slowly he let out the breath he hadn’t been aware that he’d been holding. There was a steady beat.

He was afraid to slide out of the truck away from her, even for the moment it would take to run around to the other side to free her. He felt for his cellphone and was grateful it had remained in his shirt pocket, removing it he made the 9-1-1 call. Just as he ended it the pungent odor of gas wafted toward him and now his heart began to bang against his ribs. What should he do?  The dispatch had assured him help was on the way and based on Lindsay’s condition advised them to wait, but now with new circumstances he had to make a decision.

Slowly, he opened his door and sighed with relief to see solid earth beneath them on his side. But as he moved, he could feel and hear dirt dislodging and falling down the mountain. He froze in place, even as his heart tap danced against his ribcage and he fought to control his breathing so he could think as he realized the front of the truck on her side must be over the edge.

Chad leaned more over to his side, hoping his weight could counter the weight of hers.  The van steadied but he knew it might only be a brief reprieve. A sooty scent and veil of smoke, permeating the air grabbed his attention.

Recognizing it was probably the result of the friction-burned tires and that it wouldn’t take much for the SUV to catch fire forced his hand. Deftly he unclasped her seat-belt before his hand grasped her arm and waist with all the power he could muster.

He snatched her across the seat, cradled her in his arms and ran, only just managing to slide in the ditch across the road as fire completely engulfed the SUV before it exploded causing the ground to rock all around them as it plunged over the side.

Just for a moment his eyes closed sending up a prayer of thanks as he continued to hold her against him. Suddenly, he went into doctor mode, barely conscious of the stinging scrapes on his arms and face as he lifted her out of the ditch and laid her flat before he checked her vitals.

 

Taking his jacket off, he covered the asphalt beneath her upper body. Her eyes were still closed but her pulse was good. He scanned the mountain road listening for the sirens of the ambulance that was supposed to be on the way.  But wait a minute. Where was the other vehicle? Had it driven away or—

Leaving, Chad went to the edge where their vehicle had gone over and peered down. Sure enough a sixteen wheeler had begun its descent down the side of the mountain before thick brush stopped it. He could see a man lying a few yards down on a ledge. Chad wondered if he’d managed to jump or if he’d been flung from the vehicle on its way down.

Looking around him, his heart sank in dismay. There was no way he could help the man, not with Lindsay laying on the road. He turned back toward Lindsay and helplessly again down as he searched to see if he was moving.

The sounds he’d been waiting for filled the air and finally he could see the ambulance crest the hill and then move toward them. He looked down the mountain just in time to see the truck restart its descent downward.  Before he could move, he was knocked flat.

 

 

The faces of the EMT’s were swimming in and out of his vision before him, one shining a flash light while he felt the soft fingers of another checking his vitals. He watched a sandy blond man’s mouth move, but he couldn’t make out what he was saying.  Chad wasn’t really interested. Did they get to Lindsay? Do they know about the man on the ledge? He wondered why he couldn’t stand up. Though that didn’t keep him from trying. The image of the truck rolling replayed in his mind. The truck must have blown up.

He felt hands gently attempt to restrain him from moving as a gurney was set beside him. Still, his eyes searched. Where was she? He should have never left her side. What kind of husband leaves his wife on the side of the road? What if they hadn’t seen her and drove over her? Panic filled his chest, his breath started to come in short pants.

As if reading his mind, he was now face to face with Soft Hands which belonged to a brunette woman who was smiling at him, her violet eyes gentle with compassion. “Sir, we have her. You can relax. Take deep breaths, you’re in danger of hyperventilating.”

The sandy haired Tech looked beyond him, “Give him a shot, Josie before he hurts himself or us trying to get up from here.” He then rested his hand on Chad’s shoulder and looked him in the eye, “Is it your wife?” Without waiting for confirmation he continued, “You’re about to see her in just a moment.  You both are being airlifted to the nearest hospital, okay? Blink twice if you understand me.”

Chad tried to lift and lower his lids in quick succession but found his lids didn’t want to lift again. They found Lindsay. That was his last thought. He exhaled, before darkness embraced him.

 

If you haven’t checked in to the Serenity Inn Series, catch up with

Her Guy-Friday Book 1 &  Love Embraced Book 2

 

Loretta R. Walls WAS in Nikki’s Chat Chair!

loretta walls face pic Back in the day, I interviewed 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 Twitter, on her blog: NuCherte Publishing, her instagram: NCPCEO, Google+, Goodreads, Facebook, B &NAmazon pages

Angelia Vernon Menchan WAS in Nikki’s Chat Chair!

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‘There is abundance through God for all of us; we simply have to be open for our blessings.’

Angelia Vernon Menchan,  publisher and public speaker, was in my chat chair.  Angelia owns two publishing companies, MAMM Productions and Honorable Menchan Media and is also a Budget Officer and former Job Corps Counselor. To date, she has published eighteen books of her own work, both fiction and non-fiction and more than sixty eBook novellas on Amazon.com.

 Menchan has  published the work of seven other authors to date, including children’s book, Little Wing by biologist, Erin Gawera, Honorable Menchan Poetry 2013 by Dictator, Genesis and Creammy Mocha and a breast cancer memoir, Goodbye Breast, Hello Faith by Lena Jordan.

Check out some of her books below. They are Amazon linked.  Her books can also be found on Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.

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Who is Angelia Vernon Menchan?  What are your passions outside of writing?

Angelia Vernon Menchan is a wife, mother, mentor, writer and publisher who loves God, her family and life. Outside of writing my passions are mentoring, traveling, cooking and gardening.

Where are you from?

I was born in Ocala, Florida and now live in Jacksonville.

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

I was a studious girl who was considered mature for her age. There were years when my life was serene and other times filled with home turmoil. It filters into my work in that there are always those who have conflicted lives.

When did you know you were a writer?

Always.

What motivates you to write?

Life and that yearning, burning desire to bring characters to life.

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

It depends on what I’m writing. I’m sure that much that I’ve experienced some of it filters in but most is born of a vivid imaginative mind.

What is your research process when preparing a post?

Many of my posts are born of experiences. However I love researching so I will spend hours talking to people or Internet searching.

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

I read women’s fiction, spiritual fiction, nonfiction, young adult fiction and contemporary romantic fiction. My favorite authors are Colin Channer, Pearl Cleage, Diane McKinney whetstone, but I enjoy a huge range of authors.

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

Writing is a solo process that involves dedication to the story and the craft but always be open to constructive criticism and develop a thick skin, everyone will not love your books. Every book isn’t for everyone. Also develop your own voice.

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

I’m sure people know this, but I cannot reinforce enough that careers in writing are built slowly. It’s not nor should it be a get rich quick schematic. Build your craft and your audience. Also treat readers well.

 It has been an honor to have you in my Chat Chair! I hope you will come back again!  Please continue to follow Angelia on Twitteron her blogFacebook, and on her Amazon page

Tia Kelly WAS in Nikki’s Book Spot!

 

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Pre-order for Feb. 2015

 

Hey everyone! Tia Kelly dropped by my Book Spot to share with us a little something about her greatly anticipated novel, Playing for Love, released on November 26th!   All I know is, if you haven’t grabbed this book, go out and pick it up now!    It’s beautifully written and many scenes will have you completely caught up–better have some Kleenex near by!

  Check out the excerpt below!

 Description:

Kenneth Wilkerson, baseball’s MVP of breaking hearts isn’t in Craymont looking for complications. With an injury that has him sidelined from the game he loves, and the latest scandal in his wake involving a woman who is very much engaged to someone else, the last thing he needs is to get mixed up with Paige Scott.

Paige Scott, a former party-girl, has a very murky past and even murkier relationship with Kenneth’s best friend Carlos Ortiz. Paige knows Carlos watched her go from it girl to broken and when she finally healed, he made it clear to her that he would not step aside to let another man in just to do it again.

But Kenneth lets nothing stand between him and what he loves.

Love for the game… his family… and her.

tia 1PLAYING FOR LOVE is the first novel from the Wilkersons in Love series. Tia Kelly invites you to come meet the Wilkersons and get ready to fall in love.

 Excerpt:

“Open the door, Paige,” Kenneth demanded in between knocks.

He pulled up just in time to see her walk into her front door. His athlete’s reflexes were not enough to make it before she slammed it in his face.

Finally the door swung open. “I need you to leave.”

Kenneth pushed himself inside and reached out to tilt her face upward. He felt the dampness on her skin and felt worse.

“I probably shouldn’t have left, but I didn’t know what to expect after last night.”

Paige pulled back, wrapping her arms around herself. “You didn’t know? Or didn’t care.”

Kenneth leaned against the wall and let his head fall back. “Paige, you were drunk.”

“And that makes this better?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

He looked at her while she took a seat at the bottom of her steps.

“Why did you do that?”

Paige looked away, chewing nervously on her lip while tugging at her shirtsleeve. “I don’t know.”

“I think you do.”

“Is that what you do? Psychoanalyze the women you sleep with the morning after?”

“Paige, I don’t have any regrets about last night except for one.”

She looked up and searched his face to prepare her for what he was about to say. “And that is?”

“That I was the only one that actually wanted to be there.”

Paige pulled back and stared at him. “You make it sound like I used you.”

“Didn’t you?”

Paige huffed. “We have to work together until you’re released back to your team. I can’t have this conversation with you every time we cross paths.”

“And you won’t.” He stared back to her and sat on the staircase next to her. “Look at me, Paige.”

She glanced up, releasing the edge of her sleeve. Her expectancy and uncertainty warned him that whatever he had to say, he needed to be careful in how he delivered it.

“Typically, I don’t care about what happens the morning after, but there’s something in your eyes that tells me last night was more than just a one nighter for you.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because last night scared me, too.”

See what I mean?  

 

 

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