Sincerely Me…

sinsundaySo I thought since I have interviewed hundreds of authors over the years on this blog, that you would enjoy hearing me answer some of the questions I have posed to them over the years.

Each week I will answer one or two questions, if you want you can leave your own questions for me in the comments and I will try and answer them in a future blog post!

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Give us an insight into your main character. What does he/she do that is so special?

I will pick apart both of my main characters from the Stan Brookshire series as they have been with me the longest and have the massive backstories… Enjoy!

Det. Stan Brookshire:
Detective Stan Brookshire started his career as an undercover agent in the Organized Crime Unit (OCU) of the Lake City Police Department. He had it all. Rewarding career, wonderful wife and a bright future until it was all cut short when he and his partner were caught in the crossfire of a drug bust gone wrong.

He survived. His partner did not.

That was just the beginning of his downward spiral into a deep depression where he found himself more often then not using alcohol as a way to numb the pain of his loss. With the media frenzy surrounding his case he became more of a liability to his department then the asset that he had been. He crawled further into the bottle. Unable to cope with her husband the way that he was his wife left him. He sank deeper until his bosses told him that he had one last chance at redemption.

They partnered him with what ended up being the one person who seemed to be able to force him to pull himself out of his tailspin and come back to the land of the living.

Det. Jane Trinity:

Detective Jane Trinity is woman detective in a long line of male police officers in her family. An only child growing up she felt it was her job to fill the shoes left before her and become an officer as her father and grandfather before her.

As much as any parent should have been proud of their child her father did not support her decision. He made it all but unbearable for her while she was in the academy and he refused to go to her graduation. Women were not supposed to be police officers or so he believed.

Her determination came across to others as if she had a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. Which in turn left her on the outside looking in with most of her peers until a last effort to keep the peace in the department and she found herself partnered with Stan.

It was only then that she realized that there were more important things in life than always being the best at her job.

Q&A with Dawn Martens

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My guest this week on the blog is another wonderful author I had the pleasure of being with at Sexy in the City Toronto, she is the lovely Dawn Martens! Please give her a warm welcome!

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11041119_880559145371174_6069251779155344580_nWhat were you like at school?

I was boy crazy

Bad – literally bad, like drugs, booze, stealing, expulsion, etc.

Sigh, the main points I remember is when I was suspended for lighting the school bus on fire…

Which writers inspire you?

Kristen Ashley

So, what have you written?

I’ve co-written with two authors. Chantal Fernando and Emily Minton.

As well as Solo shit. UnKiss Me, UnTouch Me, UnBreak This Heart, New Love, and It’s Just Love Not a Time Bomb. In January I have Twisted Up In You coming!

Where can we buy or see them?

All my titles are available on Amazon, my newest book (Twisted Up In You) is available on all sites, but Feb first it will only be available on Amazon.

What are you working on at the minute?Dawn final

Book 2 of my Just Love series. Alix and Jordan’s book gave a bit of insight into Kellie and Jaxon’s book. Hoping to have it finished and out by the 2 year anniversary of It’s Just Love Not a Time Bomb. Book 2 is titled This Crazy Thing Called Love.

What genre are your books?

Romance mostly. I love my bikers though, and I do have a totally cheesy novella series in the works too.

What draws you to this genre?

I just love it.

Which actor/actress would you like to see playing the lead character from your most recent book?

Emma Stone is my ideal character for my bitch Alix from It’s Just Love Not a Time Bomb. And Channing Tatum – duh, yum, for Jordan.

How much research do you do?

Little, I usually ask my friends in different countries to help me out, because I don’t eve wanna get in shit. 😛

Why do you write?

Different reasons. One, I’m a stay at home mother, if brings in a little extra cash for our family. And two, because my brain hurts 😛

961413_10153376708757464_210650054_nDo you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?

Nope – as I said before, stay at home mother. I write when I get the chance to.

Do you write every day, 5 days a week or as and when?

Whenever I get the chance

Where do the your ideas come from?

Songs, movies, stupid shit I did at one time, and my own sex life with my husband.

Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?

I very rarely get a say in what/how I write. In one of my books, I killed a main and highly loved character. I didn’t plan that at all. My fingers just kept typing. And in the end ta-da.

How long on average does it take you to write a book?

Anywhere from a month to six months. Depends on how easy a storyline comes to me.

Do you ever get writer’s Block?

Hell yes. For the last 4 months, I’ve been at a complete loss on what to do.

What are your thoughts on writing a book series.twisted cover Dm

If you are an author my advice is to write the entire series (if it’s the same characters throughout) before releasing/announcing the books at all. This way you won’t get delayed, ever. And your fans will be happy with a steady release.

Do you read much and if so who are your favourite authors.

Sure do, one thing I vowed with my writing was I was to never give up reading. Kristen Ashley is my idol. I LOVE her.

For your own reading, do you prefer ebooks or traditional paper/hard back books?

Ebooks – only because I’m used to them now, and I can’t exactly ‘swipe’ a paperback.

Do you proofread/edit all your own books or do you get someone to do that for you?

Nope, otherwise my books will suck balls. I have 3 editors and 3 proofers. Each set is in charge of something different.

Who designed your book cover/s?

Glenna Maynard has done my last 2 covers. Sara Eirew did the 3 before that.

Do you think that the cover plays an important part in the buying process?

Yes, unfortunately. Sex sells. If the book cover isn’t sexy, there is a high chance people won’t touch it, if they’ve never heard of you.

3What are your thoughts on good/bad reviews?

As long as they are honest, I LOVE them. But when reviews are just mean, (author bashing, stuff like that) I don’t think they matter.

Do you have a trailer or do you intend to create one for your own book/s?

Yes, I do actually, they are just a smidge bit extra special to go along with the books. Not Necessary, but fun.

Did you format your own book?

HA no. tried that once, I had to buy a new computer.

In what formats is your book available?

All my books are Amazon only, except for NEW book. For the first month of a new release, my books are on ALL buy sites. After that first month, Amazon Only

How do you relax?

Booze

Until the Sun falls from the Sky – by Kristen Ashley – I can’t really explain why, but it made me love the Indie world. Before this book, I’ve NEVER heard of self publishing.

The Little Mermaid – duh, it’s awesome.

What advice would you give to your younger self?

Don’t be an asshole

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Thanks so much Dawn for being my guest this week on the blog! Be sure to follow Dawn and check out her books!

Blog: http://dawnmartens.blogspot.ca/?zx=59cb5edbb0b0f10

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDawnMartens/

Twitter: @Dawn_Martens

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Martens/e/B00CUIWMCY/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7056720

WIP Wednesdays: Bodyguard

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I just love the broody characters. Stan is broody in his own way, but our hero from Bodyguard, Bo, takes it to an entirely different level of broodiness. He’s a man with a sad back story that screamed at me to be told when I was busy writing Sebastian and Daria’s story, Diamonds.

Enjoy!

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Bo grabbed his bag as he stormed out of DOT. He had spent the last en minutes in his jeep going over each of the items in his pack.

He never left base without double checking his gear. He never wanted to be in a situation where he didn’t have what he needed.

He had been there once before and it had cost him dearly. He wasn’t about to allow himself to be in that vulnerable position again any time soon. Not if he could help it anyways.

Putting the car into reverse he backed out of his spot and started to make his way downtown to the hospital silently cursing the rest of the team for foisting this on him in the first place. He did not want to be protecting anyone.

That wasn’t what he had signed up for.

His phone rang and he glanced down at it before he accepted the call.

“Yes Cat.” He spoke

“Hi Bo.” Cats voice came through the cars speakers.

“What would you like Cat.” He said turning onto the main highway.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Really? Seemed like you were of the opinion of everyone else in there just a few short minutes ago.

“Yeah, about that–” She started and then trailed off.

“Don’t worry about it Cat.”

“I am sorry Bo. I guess I just got carried away in the moment like everyone else.” She really did sound as if she as being sincere.

She had after all called to make sure he was ok.

“Its fine Cat really.” He sighed as he responded. He really didn’t have the heart to be mad at his best friend.

“No it isn’t alright Bo. They shouldn’t be putting you in a situation where you are not comfortable. Its really not fair.”

“Well maybe they are right this time. Maybe it is time I put the past in the past and moved on with things. I mean there isn’t a way for me to change the past so I might as well let it go.”

“Everyone deals with things in different ways Bo, you have to deal with your things in the way or ways that make sense to you. If you aren’t ready for something like this there should be no one out there who will force you to be ready when you aren’t.” He could hear the concern in her voice.

“I am fine Cat, really I am.”

“If you aren’t up to it Bo I will just tell Paul and Jake that I will do it. You don’t have to. Really.”

“Cat.” He knew she was only trying to help him but at the same time he was starting to think that maybe it was time for him to move on and let the past stay in the past where it belonged.

“If you’re sure Bo.”

“Yes I am sure Cat.”

“You will tell me if it turns out to be too much for you right?”

“I promise that you will be the first person that I call.”

“Alright. I am going to hold you to that you know. There will be no escaping me if you start going off the rails and you don’t ask for help.”

“I am not going to go off the rails Cat. You don’t need to worry quite as much as you are doing right at the moment.”

“Fine if you say so.”

“I do.”

“Alright I will check in with you later then.”

“I look forward to it.” A smile crossed his face. No matter what hell went on around him he could always take comfort from the friendship he had with Cat.

He drove through the streets wishing somehow she was going to be there with him. Not that he needed the support to do the job but she was one of the few people who understood that even though the job came first that there was some things that even he had a hard time dealing with.

Some things just brought back too many memories for him and that it made the job he had to do very difficult. Though they had not talked much about their pasts he knew that she too harbored the same guilt and scars that he did. That they had gone in to do a job and they were the ones who had ended up damaged in some way. A way that would never completely heal.

He shook his head and tried to clear away the dangerous thoughts that invaded his mind. He did not need them to start to surface now. Now he needed to focus on the task at hand and he could not allow them to interfere with the job that he had to do.

Bo turned off the highway onto the off ramp and headed into the heart of the city towards the hospital.

He wondered what she was going to be like. She seemed like a strong independent type. The file stated that she was one of the top prosecutors in the country and had one of the highest conviction rates around. That in itself would make a whole lot of the evil elements that existed in every city very unhappy that she was around.

It would make them happier still to know that she had been hurt and that would possibly give them a chance to finish her off in her weakened state.

That was something that he was not about to allow to happen. He had spent many years on protective detail in the army, protecting civilians and dignitaries alike. Even when he had come back home he had continued to do the odd protection job until eventually the demons of his past had caught up to him and he found he could no longer do that line of work anymore.

That was when he had hooked up with the group at Den of Thieves. It had been right up his alley. Just enough action that he didn’t get bored but no one other than his team had needed his protection.

Until now.

He only hoped that he would be able to live up to the job and not let the rest of the team down.

Teaser Tuesdays: The Widowmaker

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Twelve days! And this will be your LAST peek at The Widowmaker before release! I do hope you have enjoyed it so far! And I do hope you will stop in again for next months sneak peaks at the final edition of Bodyguard, releasing March 6th!

Enjoy!

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He sat in his room by the dim light of a candle. His mind still had yet to cease its never-ending spin that had started weeks before. He had not realized until that moment standing there at the altar in front of that couple how much what had happened had affected him. How deep the hurt had gone.

How angry it had made him.

He barely remembered the weeks that had passed by. The days right after were completely dark to him. As if they had never existed at all. Like he had somehow skipped over them.

He knew that he had somehow managed to get through those days as no one seemed overly concerned about him. No one had said anything about him not feeling well or asked after his state of mind. So he could only conclude that he had functioned at least somewhat normally during those dark days.

But why could he not remember anything?

He stood up from his chair and knelt beside his bed to pray. As he prayed, he asked God why he could not remember those days and asked for the means to see what had gone on during them. He prayed for the understanding to get through the feelings that were still rushing through his body and soul.

As he prayed, he thought of how life had been to him since the day his bride had left him at the altar. Even though he had been hurt, he had turned the hurt around and made it into something that he could use to help others. He had given his life to help others now in their quest for knowledge and an understanding of God and His ways.

And he had forgiven the one who had hurt him so. It had taken him a long time to come to that point, and it had taken many hours of praying. There was no doubt in his mind that he held any animosity to the woman. In fact, he was almost glad that she had not gone through with their plan of marriage and left him as he had found his true calling and true happiness in the work that he did serving God.

Try as he might though, he could not understand why all of a sudden things had come rushing back at him as they had and why now he could not remember a thing he had done in the days that had followed.

Once again, he turned his mind back to God and prayed for guidance to see him through this rough patch in his duty.

It has to be a test, he thought not for the first time in the last few days. God must be testing me to see if I have truly forgiven her for what she did to me all those years ago.

But how could God, the almighty being that he was, not see what was in the very core of his being? Why could he not see what was etched upon his very soul?

The questions abound in his head and he gasped at the enormity of what he was questioning.

He began again to pray in earnest, this time trying to focus on the prayers he was saying and to push the dangerous thoughts that were running ramped through his head out of his mind.

“Our Father who art in heaven…”

Why…

“Hallowed be thy name…”

Couldn’t…

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done…”

He…

“On Earth, as it is in Heaven…”

REMEMBER?

Try as he might, he could no longer force the thoughts from his head.  They tumbled and danced back and forth. Once again his mind raced backwards into the past. In his mind’s eye he could see all the times he had shared with the woman he loved. He felt every touch once again and tasted every blessed kiss they had shared.

It was almost too much for him to bear as along with the good memories came the memories of the day that they were supposed to be married and he was forced to relive every moment of that day too. Try as he might he could not stop the memories from flooding back.

He felt the pain, the shame the anguish and he heard the words all over again as if he was right there at that altar once more.

What was happening to him? Why this? Why now?

He begged God to answer his prayers. He begged for God to answer his questions.

There was no answer at all.

His mind slowly stopped spinning. It ground to a halt in those dark days that he could not remember. And it sat there. He thought that maybe if he tried that he would be able to remember something. But again he was met with a wall of nothingness.

He sighed not knowing what to do. Not knowing what to make of his experiences. But he was glad that at least his mind had stopped its seemingly endless barrage of memories for the time being. He had no doubt that he would go through it again and again just as he had for the last week or so.

There was something there that he did not see or understand and that was the reason that he kept having to face these things over and over and over again.

Once he did, he might be able to put an end to the living nightmare. Until then he would have to keep going on as he had in the past and try and avoid thinking about the past.

Raising his head from his hands, he glanced at the small clock on his bedside table and saw that over two hours had passed since he had knelt down to pray. It hadn’t seemed like that long, but a second glance at the clock said that indeed that was exactly what had happened.

Standing up, he straightened his robes and tried to make himself presentable. He had a meeting in less than an hour with a couple who were to get married in a few weeks and today was the day that they were to sit down and discuss their vows and the different hymns and reading that they wanted in their ceremony.

He heaved another sigh as he went to the door and let himself out, thankful that there was nothing else to think about for the moment.

Walking down the halls of the church to his office, he passed by a few members of the congregation who volunteered their time in order to keep the church clean and neat. They smiled and said their hellos.

He gave them a quick blessing and continued on his way.

Passing the statue of the Virgin Mary, he paused and touched a hand to the statue’s feet.  He said a short prayer and then looked up at her face.

He wasn’t sure why he had but when he did he saw that she was crying tears of blood.

He blinked and looked again and the tears that he could have sworn were there a moment ago were gone.

Startled he once again started back on his way down the hall.

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GUEST POST with Stephen Ormsby

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So Why Did I Become a Publisher?

Firstly, let me introduce myself. I’m Stephen Ormsby, and hail from Down Under. I own and run Satalyte Publishing with my graphic designer wife, Marieke. We have been in operation for just over two years, and have published some 36 titles. Some of authors include Kevin J. Anderson, Jack Dann and a great bunch of Aussies that you should be reading.

So, now to the question: why become a publisher. I wrote a novel titled ‘Long Lost Song’, which I thought was a good story. A small press in America picked it up quickly, and, lo and behold, I was a published author. My second novel, a horror one this time titled ‘Pendant’, was also picked up as quickly.

I suddenly had two novels published, and was meeting lots of great people. One of those people was involved with Supanova, a pop culture convention that travels around Australia. They asked me if I would like to sell my books at their stall. Of course, I agreed.

But then, I found out how hard it was to get my own novels out to Australia. The small press were using CreateSpace, which does not have a printing facility in Australia, so it cost me more to get them shipped to me than printed.

Like a good 12 year old, I threw a hissy fit in a corner, and said ‘that’s it. I’m starting a publishing house. An Australian house for Australian authors.’ My wife turned to me, and replied, ‘that’s great. You do know that I’m pregnant.’ Somehow though, my publisher thought that meant that I would be self-publishing, and dropped my contracts immediately.

I do not regret it though. Since then I have met so many other great authors and readers. I am now arranging to have an international author at an Australian convention, and I get to talk to my favourite authors across the world. Who would give that up?

But the best bit about being a publisher? We make dreams come true. How often do you get to say that?

http://satalyte.com.au

Sincerely Me…

sinsundaySo I thought since I have interviewed hundreds of authors over the years on this blog, that you would enjoy hearing me answer some of the questions I have posed to them over the years.

Each week I will answer one or two questions, if you want you can leave your own questions for me in the comments and I will try and answer them in a future blog post!

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Which writers inspire you?

My idol and all time favorite author is Stephen King. I started reading his books when I was about 9 years old and fell in love with his style of writing, how he would draw his readers in and hold them tight until he was done with them.

He also inspired me to never give up on my dreams of seeing my stories in print and to see others enjoying the stories. You see when I started out I went the usual route. I tried to find an agent or a publisher who would want to take on my books (I had the first six Stan Brookshire novels in various stages of completion at the time)  and time after time I got turned down. I had a few run-ins with a few less than scrupulous individuals (that’s a tale for another blog post) and I found myself wholly disillusioned by the way things were going but every time I was about to give up on my hopes of ever seeing my books in print I would remember the story King has told about his own journey to being published.

I will paraphrase it for you here: (from his memoir On Writing)

He started out pinning his rejection letters on a nail over his typewriter and by the time he was published he was using a spike to hold up the rejection letters.

If he could hold on through the seeming never ending stream of rejection letters and come out the better for it, then I could keep going too.

Q&A with Wendy Stenzel Oleston

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Please give a cold dead welcome to the lovely Wendy Oleston! This is an interview I thoroughly enjoyed! I hope you do too!

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12443165_10208113692499048_1863654036_nWhat were you like at school?

I was not a very good student. I was undiagnosed ADHD until I was 32, so while I tried really hard to do well in my studies, I did not succeed. I enjoyed creative writing in English class but was not good with grammar or spelling. I had a belief that I was stupid because of how hard I studied and then how poorly I did with grades. Personality-wise, I was a quiet, nerdy type without a lot of friends. I did not enjoy school – at all! Reading is actually a very difficult task for me because of my ADHD. Even now that I am medicated, I have a trouble focusing on a book unless it really grabs my attention. It is for this reason I do not beta read many books.

What draws you to your genre?

I have a strange genre – it’s fairly new: Edgy Christian Fiction. Definition: A fictional story based in Christianity which included language, violence, and/or sex (for a purpose) which could make the average Christian fiction reader uncomfortable. I love it because it allows me to write morally infused stories while keeping the more interesting and REAL aspects of life in the story. The reality of sex, for example, needs and should be discussed. My books are sexy, hot, and passionate even though they are considered Christian.

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My entire purpose in writing is to chase after what I believe to be a “moral breakdown” that is happening in the world. It seems our entertainment is taking our values away… it’s destroying our basic moral decency. It is my ambition to help rebuild some of those morals through the entertainment of my writing. I do not write in a “preachy” way and I do not “shove” God at people, in fact a lot of people who read my work forget they are reading “Christian” writing because, for the most part, that aspect is very subtle. I talk about the real stuff of life… sex, divorce, infidelity, abortion, addiction, suicide… just to name a few. And not in a condemning way… I write it in a realistic way.

How much research do you do?

I do A LOT of research because writing the reality of life is very important to me. I do a lot of interviews, blind surveys, reading, public speaking, and a large portion of my stories are based on my own personal experiences.

12483160_10208113694939109_929944344_oWhen did you decide to become a writer?

I wrote my first book in 2004/2005 but it was not very good. I was a drunk then – got sober in 2007 (been sober ever since) and was afraid to write fiction again thinking the alcohol was why I enjoyed it. In 2012, I read the book Silence by Natasha Preston (perma-free book that is very good). Her writing reminded me of my own so I contacted her to let her know how much I enjoyed the book. She wrote me back and ended up inspiring me to start writing again. I have not stopped since and with each book I write, I get better!

Why do you write?

I write for several reasons. First, my writing helps me process the events of my own life. I have had a lot of interesting personal experiences that I believe were given to me for the purpose of me using them to help others on their journey. My writing not only helps me work through it but it is my hope it will help others do the same. Secondly, as I already stated, I write to help with what I see as a moral breakdown in society, to spread God’s love for His people; to let all people know that no matter who you are, no matter what you’ve done… they are very loved! Thirdly, I write because I love it! My mind is very creative and I absolutely love creating characters and their backgrounds and world. It’s like having a bunch of friends no one can see but me!

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I am a full-time writer. I signed with a publisher in late 2015 which was a dream come true for me. We are currently in the process of re-releasing all of my self-published books while also working to put out new ones. I have a structured writing schedule because if I didn’t, I would never stop. I have a husband and two children which makes for a very busy life. Writing is a passion and I have had to learn how to put it down and walk away, even when I don’t want to. Having a schedule is very important to the balance of my life. I do author work every day, seven days a week. Writing is only one piece of the job. There are promotions, social media, re-writes and manuscript reviews, reviewing manuscripts after they have been professionally edited, research, and the dreaded final read through. I may not actually WRITE every day, but I do author work every day of my life.

Do you write on a typewriter, computer, dictate or longhand?

I write on my laptop mostly using Google Docs/Drive. I feel using a cloud interface is the safest way to create. I have had many computers die on me and nothing feels more aggravating than to lose an entire manuscript and have no way to get it back. Sometimes if I have an idea while I am out, I will use speech to text on my phone.

12467823_10208113694739104_1952061151_nWhere do your ideas come from?

My ideas typically come from phrases I hear other people say. For example, a phrase my pastor said in church one Sunday inspired an entire book. It wasn’t the point of his sermon, it was just something he said in passing. Some of my ideas come from songs. I will be listening to music and I can see a scene happening in my head, or a character will come to life. Also, I base a lot of what my stories are about on my own personal experiences.

What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?

“Conceptions” has been the hardest book I have written because of the personal nature of it. I have chosen to include something extremely personal in the afterward that makes me feel naked… so, getting comfortable feeling naked in public has been a challenge. It will be released in February 2016… I am working hard to be ready for my bare self to be exposed.

Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Be patient. When you have that feeling… “I will never write again!” just know that it is temporary. You will… you are a writer. If you try to force 12463948_10208113695699128_137577548_nwriting when you are blocked, most the time the writing is no good so just be patient and relax. I see writer’s block as God’s way of keeping me from writing something I’m not ready to write yet. Maybe I haven’t had the experience I need to write it yet. Maybe my mind is not in the right place to do it justice. Yes, it is frustrating, but I just go with the flow and know in my head – it will come back. It always does.

If this book is part of a series, tell us a little about it?

“Conceptions” is book two in the “Fruit of the Vine Series”. The first book was “Seeds” and is sort of a partner book to “Conceptions”. “Seeds” is the reality of the male perspective of four sexual sins (sex addiction, pornography addiction, casual sex/infidelity, and homosexuality). Conceptions is about the reality of the women’s perspective of those same sins which have resulted in three unplanned pregnancies. The books share characters and a few scenes but are completely different. There will be three more books in the series, each devoted to one of the couples discussed in the first two. And just so you know, as a Christian, my stand of homosexuality is that God is the judge, not me and I am not privy to the conversations between God and anyone else.

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Thanks so much for joining us this week Wendy! Please be sure to follow Wendy and check out some of her work!

Website: http://www.wendyoleston.com

Blog: wenryett.blogspot.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/WriterWendyStenzelOleston

Twitter: twitter.com/WendyOleston

Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/wenryett/

Book Links:

As Is: http://www.amazon.com/As-Mrs-Wendy-Stenzel-Oleston/dp/1499781334

30 Below: http://www.amazon.com/30-Below-Degrees-Discernment-1/dp/1500548111

Above 60: http://www.amazon.com/Above-60-Degrees-Discernment-2/dp/1502371081

360 Degrees: http://www.amazon.com/360-Degrees-Discernment-Volume/dp/1503005461

Seeds: http://www.amazon.com/Seeds-Fruit-Vine-Book-1-ebook/dp/B016XGN6IM

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6185965.Wendy_Stenzel_Oleston

NEW RELEASE: Storm Delight, by Izzy Szyn

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A big congratulations to my dear friend Izzy Szyn on her latest release with Hot Ink Press.

Storm Delight is the first book in a three book series featuring the Storm Sisters. Summer Storm is on a date from Hell. She had agreed to go out with Robert as a favor for her best friend Holly.

Enjoy folks!

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Storm Delight
Robert is just as awful as she remembered when they were kids, if not worse. She decides to make the most of it and attend the dinner with Robert’s new bosses Amelia and Guy Maxwell. She decides to stay for an hour, make some business contacts, call a cab and leave.
But when Summer meets Amelia and Guy, thoughts of leaving fly out the window. The sexy couple like to share their bed with others, what was supposed to be hour, quickly turns into a night. Then a weekend. Summer thinks this just may be the relationship she has been searching for, but someone is determined to end things for the sexy triad before it has a chance to begin.
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WIP Wednesdays: Bodyguard

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Tough as nails. That our girl Olivia. She spends her days fighting for whats right in Lake City. Nothing stands in her way. Or does it?

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Olivia close your eyes and rested her head back on the pillow. The pain coming I’m going in waves emanating from her shoulder.

The painkillers they had given her earlier were starting to wear off but as much as it was starting to hurt again she didn’t enjoy the funky feeling in her mind.

She needed to have all her faculties is she was going to figure out who was behind this.

Opening her eyes she stared at the ceiling trying to fight back the tears. There was any number of people who could have wanted her dead. It was her job to prosecute any number of negative elements that called Lake City their home. So there was any number of people in Lake City that would want her dead. We don’t know exactly who it was was going to take an extremely long amount of time and resources. Leaving whomever was behind it time to come back and finish the job.

Cheers builds up in the corners of her eyes before making their way down her cheeks.

The door open suddenly snapping her out of her saws. She hurriedly wipe the tears away before the curtains around her bed parted and two people stepped in.

“Good afternoon, Olivia woods?” The dark haired man started reaching out his hand I’m detective sand Brookshire and this here is my partner Detective Jane Trinity.”

“Detectives.” She nodded then winced, the pain moving her neck head caused to radiate from her shoulder.

“Don’t move miss Wood, we wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself on account of us.”

The woman Jane, smiled warmly at her and she pulled out her notepad and pen.

“I don’t I know you two?” The faces were familiar but the lingering fog in her head was making it hard to focus.

“Yes, miss Wood, we have probably met at some point in our careers.
Detective Brookshire shuffled uncomfortably, we need to go over a few things together.

Olivia nodded, her mind still trying to make the connection where she need them from. It was frustrating to know that her mind wasn’t up to the usual. She never forgot a face but these two were bringing the usual about was.

“Miss Wood?” Detective Trinity was looking at her intensely.

“I’m sorry my mind was wandering a little bit.” She tried to smile but it forced. “What was the question?”

“We are trying to think of a list of people that would want to hurt you or want you dead. Detective Brookshire repeated the question

“To be quite honest detective I was asking myself the same question as you were walking into my room.”

“Did you come up with any name?” The man moved forward to the edge of his seat listening.

“Detectives, I am Crown prosecutor. There is a list a mile long of people who loves to do me harm.”

“Any one that stands out as a prime suspect?”

“Not particularly.”

“Has anyone made any threats against you or your office recently?” Detective Trinity ask without looking up from the note she was making.

“You have to speak with my clerks they would know better than I would.”

“Do they handle your incoming mail? He asked.

“Yes most of it. The only time I would hear about something of that nature would be if there was an imminent threat to my safety. She sighed but I will tell you from what I understand there are any number of lunatics that have had their objections to my existence.”

“Any particular reason that stands out?” The man smiled at her description of the situation.

“Because I dress too nice, my house is to tidy. Because I put Big Brother Little Sister Mom Daughter Son Father away. Because I drink my lattes this morning from a disposable cup.” she laughed quietly.

“So nothing in particular.”

“Not really any one thing known. I’m sorry detective I wish I was more help but truthfully I’m at a loss.” She sighed heavily and winced again, “Somehow I think this will be easier to come to terms with if I could understand the reason why it happened in the first place.”

“I wish I had an answer for you right now. We are still taking to some of the witnesses who were at the scene. For now we don’t think there is an immediate threat to your life.”

“I’ve noticed the guard standing outside my door, thank you for that.”

“Your welcome however we do have a solution for you when you’re ready to leave the hospital which from what the doctors have told me I could be any day now.”

“Oh god I hope you’re not going to have one of those creepy undercover cop follow me around are you?” She groaned outwardly. The very thought of someone following her around the city gave her the creeps. Not to mention how her family and friends would react to being followed wherever they went with her.

“No, Miss Woods, given that the budget isn’t what is supposed to be at we can’t spare as many Undercovers as we might have been able to in the past. Besides that any criminal worth his salt would be able to spot an unmarked car a mile away and find a way around it.”

“So if its not that just what do you propose?” She I detective suspiciously.

“We have a team of professionals who will the sand started. Professionals a bodyguard?” She inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she tried to sink deeper into her pillow.

She like the idea even less than the unmarked undercover officer she’s just been refused. A bodyguard would be worse by far they were allowed to go anywhere or do anything. Her freedoms would be even more limited.

“Is not forever Miss Wood. The woman detective said soothingly laid a hand on her shoulder.

“There is so much for me to do everyday how can I possibly get someone to run through the chaos with me?”

“We spoken to the DA and he’s modifying your schedule-” AS he started speaking and she could feel her blood pressure is rising as she found herself tuning out the actual words he was speaking.

How dare he? who did this man think he was.

“Stop. Just stop.” She raised her right hand to silence him

“Miss Wood-” the other woman started but she only had to to throw a glance in her direction to silence her too.

“Detectives I understand you both have a job to do and I understand that part of that includes ensuring that I am no longer in danger.” She paused to catch her breath the pain in her shoulders head increased to a loud throb as her blood pressure had risen. “However I do have a job to do and one that also includes making sure those responsible for doing things like this to me and others are thrown behind bars so they can’t hurt anyone else. I have however cannot do my job if I am tether to another person or anchored in one spot unable to move for fear I might be hurt.”

“We understand that man and that is precisely why we opted for a 24 hour and a bodyguard versus the city owned and operated security detail. And nodded as he spoke we had a feeling that you would not want to be stuck in one spot and not have the ability to do things that are important to you.”

“And what you think an overgrown babysitter will do the trick?” She snorted “You are kidding right?”

The look on the man’s face told her otherwise. He was not kidding.

“I am truly sorry but this isn’t up for debate Miss Wood.” Janes said softly.

Olivia bit back the tears, her shoulder started to throb again and head swam with all the anger at her own weakness, bile rising up in her throat.

“I know it’s not what you want to here right now.”  The other woman started before Olivia cut her off.

“Really? Do you know? Do you understand what I’m going through?” She fired at the woman enough to make her jump.

Jane started to open her mouth but Olivia had enough.

“No detective. You. Dont. Know.” She spat, “You have the training and the means to protect yourself while I am now going to have to rely on some rent a cop to follow me around.”

She paused to catch her breath neither detective made a move to say the word. They were waiting for her.

“Oh and what is that going to look like to the others I work with? Or worse yet to the criminals that I am set to prosecute? The only thing they are going to see is weakness. The defense attorneys are going to jump all over this like flies to shit.”

“I get it miss Wood. But there is no other option for us. We have a duty to keep you safe and that is what we are intend on doing. I am sorry if that is not something you’d like to consider but at this point you have no choice.” Stan said to his feet.

His partner phones beeped.

“So that’s it then?” Olivia huffed.

“For now. “

“Why what else have you up your sleeve?”

“I will want to discuss the events of that morning but not today. You need your rest.” He smiled.

She could tell he was really trying to be fair but she wasn’t ready to admit defeat yet.

“Fine then.” She mumbled as the detectives walked out of the room.

As the door shut behind them the floodgates opened and she started to cry.

Teaser Tuesdays: The Widowmaker

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Only a few more weeks to go until you folks get to find out just what is going on! I honestly so excited about this book’s release. I love releasing Stan Brookshire novels because there are so many of you that love our favorite detective and his partner. It makes my day to see so many of you enjoying!

So here is this weeks installment! Enjoy!

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Meeting up in the garage a few minutes later, they climbed into Stan’s car and headed out of the garage.

“So where are we headed this time?” Jane asked looking at her watch; it was almost four o’clock. Too early for the dinner rush and just past the late-comers for lunch. Wherever they chose they would most certainly have the place all to themselves, which of course suited them just fine. They liked having the places they ate to themselves.

They drove down the road in their usual silence that they fell into whenever they were working on a particularly rough case, easily loosing themselves in their own thoughts. Neither spoke about where they would head but the car soon took them to their favorite diner on the outskirts of downtown.

Ma & Pa’s Diner was your usual mom and pop shop. A flashback from the 50s and 60s with its checkerboard tiled linoleum flooring and red leather booths. Even the bar stools around the main counter and the jukebox in the one corner were throwbacks from the same era.

Holly, their usual waitress and granddaughter of the original owners immediately came over to them with two large mugs off coffee as soon as they had sat themselves down in their usual booth in the corner near the jukebox.

“Hey guys. How’s things with you today?” she greeted, smiling at them.  

“We are about as good as we can be I suppose,” Stan answered as he took a sip of the steaming brew.

“You guys working that case about the bride and groom that came home from their honeymoon only to be -” she started.

“Yeah, unfortunately we are,” Jane confirmed looking down at the open menu before her.

“So sad about them. They seem like such nice people.”

“Yeah.”

“So strange this world is becoming. I just don’t know what’s gotten into people nowadays. Really I don’t,” she sympathized shaking her head as she pulled out her pad to take their orders. “But I know you guys cannot talk about it so I won’t say anymore.”

“Thanks Holly, you would be one of the ones that we would talk to if we could,” Jane said, smiling up at her.

“Yeah, Jane’s right. You are one of the good people, but unfortunately walls have ears and well if people found out-”

“I know, you don’t have to tell me. Last thing I would want to do is get you guys in trouble. But what I will do is take your orders and feed two of Lake City’s finest.”

“Right. I’ll have the Mega Cheeseburger with fries and a side salad,” Stan ordered closing his menu and passing it to Holly.

“Nice healthy meal there, Stan,” Jane remarked, closing her own menu.

“I have to feed my baby,” Stan said sitting back and sticking out his belly before rubbing it.

Jane groaned and added, “I’ll have the Chicken Ceaser Salad, Holly.”

“Hey, I even got a salad! I am trying, you know.” Stan laughed even though he was trying to look serious.

The women shared a look that only served to make Stan laugh even harder. Holly walked away, shaking her head as she went, leaving Stan to face Jane’s stare alone.

“Aww c’mon, Jane. Rome wasn’t built overnight and there isn’t a chance in hell that you are going to be able to change my eating habits that quickly either. At least I have started eating salads. Before I met you I didn’t know what a salad was.” Of course this wasn’t the case but he had been a different person before he had met Jane.

He had lost his first partner from the Organized Crime Unit the year before he ended up partnered with her. It was during what should have been a routine drug bust that he and his partner had ended up going down in a hail of bullets. Stan had walked away with a few scars, while his partner had never had a chance. He had taken the whole thing rather rough. It wasn’t long after he had left the hospital that he turned to drinking to numb the pain he felt in his heart. From then on his life had slowly spiraled downwards.

So much so that his wife left him and he was transferred out of the organized crime unit and into the homicide department. He went through two other partners in that time before being partnered with Jane. There were those in the department who thought that it would solve their problems as Jane herself was not without stigma. She was the last in a long line of cops from her family, but she was the only female of the group. That made her different.

Her family didn’t approve of it either, but she didn’t listen. Her father refused to talk to her about it and her mother had begged her to change her mind when she said that she was headed to the academy, but still she had not listened. She did, however, grow a large chip on her shoulder in the meantime. It only went downhill for her from then on.

She had something to prove and no one in her department had liked that. She always had to be the best at everything to compensate for the fact that she was a woman and it left the partners she had with a bad feeling about her. She went through her fair share in the few years she had been there before she was paired up with Stan.

Their boss had put them together much to their dismay. Try as they had they had not been able to get the Chief to change his mind about the decisions. So they had been left to their own devices to sort themselves out. It was a matter of work it out or quit. There were no other options for them by that point.

In the end, she had helped him to crawl out of the bottle and he had shown her that there were other ways to prove that she was just as good as the guys on the force without shoving it in their faces. He had even gotten her father to lighten up a bit. Their first year together had been rough but in the end they had ended up better for it all around and now almost four years later were regarded as two of the best detectives in the department. They were the ones other detectives came to for help. It seemed to be nothing short of a miracle the way things had changed for them.

Stan smiled at Holly as she silently came up beside them with their meals and set them in front of them. She left again without saying a word.

Stan looked at his burger and sighed. It was huge and wonderfully topped with large slices of real cheese, but in the end he knew that Jane was right, he needed to start watching what he ate as he wasn’t getting older and heart trouble did run in his family. He picked up his fork and dug into his salad.

Taking a bite of it, he looked up and across the table at Jane who was watching him with interest, her own meal currently being ignored.

“See, I am eating the salad first! Are you happy?” he asked forking another huge bite of the salad and putting it into his mouth.

“I would be happier with you if you weren’t about to smother that delicious looking salad with a big heaping mound of grease right afterwards,” she retorted, finally picking up her fork and starting in on her own salad.

“Hey, at least I went for the salad first,” he defending himself between bites.

“Yeah and if it were Julian here instead of me, you know right well you would have never ordered the salad.”

“That’s is a good point, but since you are here and I did order the salad and am eating it before I eat anything else, can we please refrain from further discussion of my dietary habits?”  Stan asked.

Jane was about to answer him with no doubt a sarcastic comment to match his, but was stopped by her cell phone ringing and bouncing around on the table where she had set it when she sat down.

“Trinity,” she answered as she opened it.

Stan watched her expression darken as she listened to the other person on the other end of the line.

“Right. We are on our way,” she said and hung up.

Stan raised an eyebrow.

“It was the Chief. He wants to see us as soon as possible. Not sure why; he just said to get back to the station as soon as possible.”

“Okay, do we have enough time to finish our food at least?”

“Do you want to be the one to tell the Chief that the reason we took so long to get back was that we had to finish our food? You know how he gets when we take too long to get ourselves where he wants us to be.”

“Okay I got ya. Can I at least take one bite of my burger before we go?” Stan asked reaching for it.

“Have another bite of the salad. It’s better for you,” she nagged, pulling his plate out of his reach before he had a chance to grab the burger.

Rather than argue with her, he forked another bite of his salad as she went to take care of their tab before they left. They had a running tab but neither of them liked to use it if they could help it. And unless there was an absolute emergency, they never left without paying something. The few times they had left without paying, they’d had a hard time making good when they came back in as the owners had erased their debt every time, claiming that if coffee shops were allowed to give away free coffees to the members of Lake City’s finest then they were allowed to foot the bill for a meal here and there.

Making their way out the door, many of the regulars smiled and waved as they passed. It was certainly a place where both Stan and Jane felt at home.

But it’s time to see what ole grumpy wants with us now, Stan thought as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and headed back downtown to the station.

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