Dog with a Bone by Hailey Edwards (Book Promotion)


Book Description:

Half-bloods with Thierry’s skill set are given two options. They can join the conclave’s marshal program, or they can pack their bags. Turn down the job offer, and you’ve just shredded your residency pass for the mortal realm and booked yourself a one-way ticket to Faerie.

Texas is the only home Thierry has ever known, and she’s not going anywhere. Even if it means following in her notorious father’s footsteps as a peacekeeper. But pinning on the badge opens her eyes to the fact sometimes fae need protection too, and that sometimes humans are the real monsters.


Book Excerpt:

Burnt ozone tingled in my nose. I inhaled deeply, but all I scented was the coming storm. Thunder boomed overhead, rumbling through the ground under my feet. I was still hunched behind a twisted metal sculpture of a giant rooster when the first lukewarm raindrops splattered on my cheeks.

Movement on my right slammed the brakes on my heart. I squinted where I thought I glimpsed a pale blur, but the sun was too far gone and the scrapyard too dark for me to tell what it had been.

My left palm tingled with suppressed energy. My kind of magic wasn’t allowed at the marshal academy.

I had to go. Every second I stood here exposed on three sides was an opportunity to get caught. I filled my lungs until they burned then exhaled slowly, hoping for a clue. Nothing.

It’s now or never.

Shoving off the rooster’s metallic wing, I ran as fast as I could toward the tower at the center of the rusting maze. Even this far away I spotted the white flag plastered against its pole. If I could just reach it, all this ended. Done. Over. If I had that flag, I could go home. If I got there first.

That was a whole lot of ifs.

“Cadet Thackeray,” a low voice rumbled.

My pulse leapt. New plan. Forget the tower. If Shaw had my taste in his mouth, he would not let me reach it. I needed a new hiding spot now before he got close enough to use his lure on me. Once I drew in the hot scent of his skin, it was over. I was lost. His heat would snare me, and I would be his.

As if I wasn’t already.

After darting past a promising heap, I hesitated until spotting a pair of large red ears sticking up from behind the twisted carcass of what once was a desk. Mei. Best friends shared a lot of things, but their hiding place during final exam was not one of them. I left the small fox to her den and kept running.

Sliding around the corner, I left the small-parts section of the yard and headed toward the stacks of crushed vehicles and rusted-out skeletons of construction equipment. I always avoided this section and the prickly sensation it inspired on my nape. Granted, the odds of the stacks falling and crushing me to a half-blooded fae pulp were pretty slim, but I didn’t want to be the exception that proved the rule.

Mud splashed up my legs and soaked my sneakers. I paused to scent the wind, gulping a lungful of patchouli-and-bergamot-flavored air. My skin sizzled and my head whirled as I fought the urge to follow that hot fragrance to the even hotter man producing it. Bastard. He wasn’t playing fair. Incubus lures were too damn tasty, and I was already nursing one hell of a sweet tooth where my instructor was concerned.

With a frustrated growl, I wound through the automotive graveyard until I stumbled past a truck with its cab mostly intact. I crawled over an engine block to reach the door handle and gave it a tug. Water lubricated its rusty hinges, and it swung open with a soft whine. I crawled inside and sank onto the floorboard.

Five minutes to catch my breath. Then I would make a break for it. The tower wasn’t that far. I wasn’t the only prey trapped in this corrugated maze, nor was I the easiest mark out there.

I relaxed into the darkness while mentally pinpointing my location and my best exit strategy.

Scratching noises perked my ears. I tensed, ready to bolt, but heard only rain pelting the roof.

Praying I hadn’t plopped down into a mouse nest, I held still and turned my thoughts back to the quickest way to reach the tower. It was tall, built like a tree stand. Climbing it would be a piece of—

I heard it again. Claws raked over metal. Louder this time.

Lightning struck as I peered through the driver’s side window, outlining a pale, masculine shape. Cruel nails, bone white and razor sharp, traced a rivulet of water down the glass. The handle clicked. I kicked out and jammed my heel down on the stubby door lock. Through the pane, Shaw glowered.

I felt pretty smug until he speared his fingers into the seams and tore the door from its frame.

“You should have run,” he said, fingers circling my ankle and jerking me toward him.

I kicked at his fist and yanked on my leg, but he was too strong. He dragged me forward until he could reach my shirt. Gripping my collar, he pulled me upright, off the floorboard and against his chest. He trailed his nose from the shell of my ear down my throat where my neck met my shoulder.

“I did run.” I gasped as his scent enveloped me. “You’re faster than you look.”

Coarse laughter vibrated through his chest into mine. “I can be, when I see something I want.”

My smartass reply stuttered and died on my tongue.

“Speechless,” he mused, drawing back to peer into my face with eyes gone ravenous.

Tearing my gaze from his, I stared past his broad shoulders at my endgame, at the soaked flag wringing itself on the pole as winds from the summer storm buffeted the tower and ripped at its hem.

I let him think he had won, let him hold me against him until I was free of the truck and could see a clear path for my feet. While hunger turned his eyes opaque, I admit it, I played the damsel card.

Once the toes of my shoes hit dirt, Shaw sank his nails into my hips while searching me for the white handkerchief shoved deep into the rear pocket of my jeans. Once he removed it, I was “dead”. Game over. Exam failed. I shot him a regretful look then slammed the heel of my palm into his nose.

Cartilage crunched and blood streamed down his chin. Shock widened his eyes. He groped at his face on reflex, releasing his hold on me. His nails sliced furrows into his cheeks. While he was stunned, I whirled out of his reach and ran for it. I cleared three yards before his enraged roar made me jump.

“Thierry.” His voice boomed.

I wish I had said something clever, but I’m pretty sure I squeaked like a mouse with a cat hot on her tail. Incubi as a race were passionate, hotheaded. Shaw as a man was competitive, driven. Talk about your explosive combinations. Attributes that made him a great instructor also made him an apex predator.

And I was feeling hunted.

It was a new experience for me, and I didn’t like it much.

Ignoring the snarling on my heels, I pushed until my thighs screamed and my legs were rubber. I ran until the tower was in sight, and I caught a second wind. The growling behind me increased, and so did my speed. Bursting into an open area, I hesitated at the sight of my classmates huddled together.

A slender woman of Japanese descent stood nude under an umbrella covered in plump cardinals. I guess Shaw had found the fox shifter after all. Damn it. Now she would be stuck retaking the exam. The only thing more competitive than a pissy incubus was a kitsune whose 4.0 GPA had just plummeted.

“Move your scrawny ass,” Mei screamed at me. “You’re the last woman standing.”

Our classmates picked up her cries and began cheering for me. I appreciated the support, but the clapping and whistling made it impossible to hear Shaw’s approach. Looking wasn’t an option. I had to watch my footing or risk tripping. He was downwind, so I couldn’t scent him. I was running blind.

Panting through the last dozen yards, I hit the corroded ladder beneath the tower and hauled my body up toward the hatch in the center. My foot slipped off a rung and hit something. I glanced down to find Shaw squinting up at me through one eye. His other was shut tight under a muddy boot print.

Crap. I climbed faster, hands slipping on the wet metal. At the top, I groped for a latch but found nothing. I wedged my shoulder against the side opposite the hinges, took another peek at a slavering Shaw, then rammed the hatch until the lock buckled and the narrow door burst open. I swung inside, bouncing the wood off Shaw’s face as he tried to join me. I winced in sympathy. It was a pretty face.

Wood splintered and metal groaned as Shaw ripped the door from its hinges and hurled it away. There were four open slots about two feet high and six feet wide on each side of the tower. The pole was mounted in the center of the roof, so that’s where I headed. I slid through one gap, careful of my footing on the slippery tin. Grasping the pole with one hand, I used it to haul myself up the tower’s side.

“Not so fast.” Shaw wrapped his palm around my ankle.

“Knock it off,” I snarled. “You’re going to make me fall.”

His other hand clutched my upper thigh. “I’ll catch you.”

“My hero,” I grated between clenched teeth.

I tried kicking where his face should be, but he wrestled with my foot until he popped off my shoe. I wriggled until the second shoe joined the first. His fingers dug into the denim of my soaked jeans. My fingers tightened on the slick pole. Using his grip to balance me on the lip of the open window, I flung out my other arm, locking both hands around the pole and hoisting myself higher.

Shaw’s hands crept up to my hips, smoothing over my ass in his search for the pocket where my flag was kept. Two inches lower and he would win. I hated losing, so I brought my knee up hard under his jaw and braced that heel in the window, kicking up and launching myself onto the roof.

While Shaw cursed at me and threatened to bend me over his knee—kinky—I found my footing. Standing tall and proud, I snatched the limp flag from its hooks with a whoop. Glancing down at the cheering cadets, I spotted Mei’s mile-wide smile and swung my soggy prize over my head with glee.

In hindsight, the victory dance was overkill. One minute I was shaking what my momma gave me. The next I was crashing through the thin roof and toppling over the jagged edge. Shaw tried to catch me. The ground managed the job for him.

Some hero he turned out to be.

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Cover Reveal for Because of You by Maria Monteiro

I am so excited to announce the cover real for Because of You the soon to be released book by Maria Monteiro. (It is slated to be available as of September 17th. I can’t wait!) So without further ado, here is the sizzling hot cover for Because of You:

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As if the cover alone wasn’t enough to snag your attention, check out the book synopsis below:


No one ever forgets their first love.

Six years ago Austin broke Jade’s heart. On that day he went from being her best friend to the person she hates the most.

Now six years later Jade’s life has been turned upside down, the family she once knew no longer exists. Her father’s infidelity has made it hard for her to trust anyone.

That is until she reconnects with the one person she’s despised the most.

Will Austin be able to break through Jade’s wall of anger to get her to trust him again?

Or will she always see him as the boy who first broke her heart?

Together they will learn what love is really all about.


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The Nature of Cruelty – Book Promo

I can’t wait to tell you about a super HOT book that just became available! It’s called “The Nature of Cruelty” by L.H. Cosway.

Its got so much chemistry its ready to explode off the pages. This is a definite MUST read. Its not your typical romance, but the characters are so raw and real they leave you begging for more.

Nature of Cruelty


Her name is Lana. She wasn’t dealt the easiest cards in life. She wasn’t dealt the hardest. She has an illness, but she doesn’t let it rule her. The first time she laid eyes on her best friend’s twin brother she fell in love at first sight. It didn’t last very long. He was a hateful boy who made her miserable. The happiest day of her life was when he moved away to London six years ago.

His name is Robert. He breaks the ones who love him. He’s always liked to play games with Lana, see how far he could push her. He once thrived on her pain, but no more. Now she’s coming to London to live with his sister for the summer and this time he plans on being her friend instead of her tormentor. But Lana is scarred by his past bullying. She doesn’t trust him, nor does she have any reason to.

When the two find themselves living under the same roof, they call a truce. This summer will change both of their lives, as they put their history aside and learn one another from scratch.

When fear takes over, we use cruelty as a mask. Robert and Lana’s story will see their masks slip away as the love they felt on the inside shows its true face.

**Not suitable for younger readers. Contains strong language and scenes of a sexual nature.**

**This is a full-length standalone novel.**

The Nature of Cruelty – Get it today!

Also available on Smashwords



Your “Must-Read” Book List For The Summer!

Summer days are upon once again. For many of you that means vacations, sunny days at the beach, and walks through the park.

What could be more blissful than a sunny day,  a cozy spot, and a great book? That brings us to today’s post which is chalked full of great reads to suit practically every preference.

So without further ado, let me introduce you to your “must-read” list for the summer:

“Enemy of Man” by Scott Moon.

Earth Fleet never forgave Kin Roland’s failure at Hellsbreach. Changed by captivity and torture, hunted by the Reapers of Hellsbreach and wanted by the Fleet, Kin hides on a lost planet near an unstable wormhole. When a distant space battle propels a ravaged Earth Fleet Armada through the same wormhole, a Reaper follows, hunting for the man who burned his home world. Kin fights to save a mysterious native of Crashdown from the Reaper and learns there are worse things in the galaxy than his hunters. The end is coming and he is about to pay for a sin that will change the galaxy forever. Get it here!


“Blood Land: A James Pruett Mystery” by R.S. Guthrie.

Crime’s an ugly constant in the big city. L.A. Chicago. New York. But when a savage murder brutalizes a small town and neighbor turns on neighbor, a tough-as-nails cop is essential to restoring order. Blood Land is a gritty, emotional saga set in the Wyoming badlands with both greed and vengeance at its core. When billions of dollars in natural gas rights hang in the balance and the town’s top law officer’s wife is slain by her own blood, a reluctant hero is forced to battle his own demons and ultimately choose between justice, revenge, and duty. In the tradition of Dennis LehaneTony Hillerman and James Lee Burke, Guthrie’s sparse, haunting storytelling compliments his talent for creating richly-drawn, unflinching law officers with human frailties and a sense of justice.  Get it here!


“Painted Faces” by L.H. Cosway.

Come forth with an open mind, for an unconventional tale of love.. Dublin native Freda Wilson considers herself to be an acquired taste. She has a habit of making offensive jokes and speaking her mind too often. She doesn’t have the best track record with first impressions, which is why she gets a surprise when her new neighbor Nicholas takes a shine to her. Nicholas is darkly handsome, funny and magnetic, and Freda feels like her black and white existence is plunged into a rainbow of color when she’s around him. When he walks into a room he lights it up, with his quick wit and charisma. He is a travelling cabaret performer, but Freda doesn’t know exactly what that entails until the curtains pull back on his opening night. She is gob-smacked and entirely intrigued to see him take to the stage in drag. Later on, Nicholas asks her if she would like to become his show assistant. Excited by the idea, she jumps at the chance. Soon she finds herself immersed in a world of wigs, make-up and high heels, surrounded by pretty men and the temptation of falling for her incredibly beautiful employer. In this story of passion and sexual discovery, Nicholas and Freda will contend with jealousy, emotional highs and lows, and the kind of love that only comes around once in a lifetime. **Not suitable for younger readers. Contains some strong language and scenes of a sexual nature.**  Get it here!

***Hot Tip – L.H. Cosway is releasing a new book at the end of this month called, “The Nature of Cruelty”. It is a sizzling new romance that will keep you hooked from page one. Get the latest information here.


“Hold On Tight” by Maria Monteiro.

After suffering a great loss, Emma is ready to get her life back to normal. She is spending her summer, before her junior year, with her new boyfriend Court. They are both working at Fairland Park alongside her best friend Britney. Emma is spending all her time with Court and is really falling for him. But things change when she meets Nash. She begins to question her feelings for Court. Is Court the right choice? Or is Nash the right choice? Emma will fall in love this summer. But will it lead her to happiness or a broken heart? It will be a summer full of romance, music, and moments Emma will never forget.  Get it here!


The Desolate Garden” by Daniel Kemp.

The Desolate Garden is the story of a secret Royal and Ancient Government Bank, established in the fourteenth century, located in London, England, near what would become Queen Anne’s Gate, and a stones throw from a more recent edifice, Buckingham Palace. Since its inauguration, only one family has ruled over the Bank; the Paterson’s, Earls of Harrogate, hereditary Lords of the Realm. Down through centuries the Bank’s capital has grown in many surreptitious ways, but upon the election of a Socialist Government in 1945 at the end of the Second World War, the Bank’s chief executive officer, Lord Maudlin Paterson, sensing the winds of change, offers the bank’s services exclusively to the Secret Intelligence Services, a move that ensures the Bank will endure the forces of a Britain fast descending into grasping Socialism.
It is now the year 2003. And, Lord Elliot Paterson takes over the custodianship of the Bank and begins the task of converting the Bank’s hand-written ledgers into digital form and discovers in a hidden ledger, dated 1936, a vast quantity of money erased from the accounts. He digs deeper into the mystery, and comes across some initials along with an address in Leningrad, a major port in Stalin’s Soviet Union, in the margins of another ledger. Lord Elliot suspects that his grandfather, Lord Maudlin, was funding a Russia spy but stays silent until in 2012. In his waning days, he telephones his eldest son, Harry, to pass on the fears behind his suspicions.  Get it here!
WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO LIVE LIKE A FRUIT FLY? Fruit flies are born, begin attending to their fruit-fly agendas almost immediately, then succumb to old age before witnessing a single change of season. Likewise, we live and die in the virtual blink of an eye. Unfortunately, we often ignore our own mortality and simply coast through our days without ever checking out the bowl of fruit on the other side of the kitchen. The life we hoped for can wait for another day, we think. But another day often slips through our grasp, and we learn that we can’t wait another day . . . that if we are to live consciously, we must learn to live like a fruit fly, not tomorrow but at this very moment, the one we are experiencing now. We are responsible for creating our own destiny. Our gut, our instincts–the GPS we’re all born with–will never lead us astray if we trust it. Silver linings–more fruit to feast on–will always be within reach if only we’re willing to explore.Live Like a Fruit Fly is a call to action. Through anecdotes, insightful musings, candid stories, and hopeful messages, it emphasizes the importance of following your passions as well as being grateful through Active Appreciation (the gentle but concentrated art of meditating on ‘thank you’ for everything that has happened, is happening, and is about to happen) with just enough quirkiness to stand apart from the crowd.  Get it here! 
Matt Veal, the owner of a small timber mill in Georgia, has vanished from family and friends without a trace. When his brother, Chuck, asks for help from local law enforcement, he instead gets a royal
run around and cold reaction to his concerns. Unable to trust everything the local Sheriff is telling him, Chuck asks his love interest and co-worker, Gail, to daringly go with him to Georgia and start a search. When she surprisingly agrees to go and help, the two walk right into a hornet’s nest of trouble. Everything from crooked land deals to the unsolved murder of his Grandfather almost a century earlier
comes into play with each new clue dropping them deeper into unseen dangers.With the help of Gail’s psychic abilities, Chuck starts tracking clue one at his family’s old Veal Cemetery, the last known
place his brother had gone. From there the dominoes fall, tripping circuit breakers on all the wealthy in West Creek County. The crooked forces send out their army of “Cops in their pocket” fighters to meet the threat of exposure from Chuck’s search, head on, and the rest of the story is breathless
action to the conclusion.  Get it here!

Set in a caged habitat, where supernatural beings have been trapped by humans, the dark fantasy Habitat series follows Lanore as she solves mysteries while struggling for equality in the face of prejudice among supernaturals.

Since the 1970s humans have forced supernaturals to live in caged cities. Silver brands embedded in their foreheads identify them by species: a full moon for Vampires, a crescent moon for Shifters, a pair of wings for Fairies, and the list goes on, for each supernatural species has been tagged and categorized by humans. Lanore Vesta is marked with a silver X, the brand of Mixbreeds; second-class citizens shunned by society. She stays to herself, revealing her ability to create fire only during emergencies. All she wants to do is graduate college and stop having to steal to survive. But when she stumbles upon a murder in progress, she catches the attention of a supernatural killer. Now all she wants is to stop finding dead bodies in her apartment. Enlisting help from her Were-cheetah ex-boyfriend Meshack and a new mysterious friend named Zulu, she is steered through the habitat’s raunchy nightlife. But their presence sometimes proves to be more burden than help as they fight for her attention. While the corpses pile up, and the scent of blood fills the air, Lanore is left wondering: Will she find the psycho or die trying?  Get it here! 


“Snow Escape” by Roberta Goodman.

Set against the backdrop of a historic snowstorm, Snow Escape is the story of one woman’s innocent foray into the world of online dating turned deadly.

Allegra Maxwell is a 30-year old, single school teacher looking for love. Having chosen to use the Internet to meet the opposite sex, she encounters an articulate, prospective beau on the night the biggest blizzard in history is blanketing the Big Apple. Their pleasant conversation soon turns sinister when she discovers that “Charles” has been stalking her for weeks and claims he lives in her building. With threats of destroying her little by little are made, Allegra must stay one step ahead of the mind games. Turning to neighbors for help, tragic consequences ensue.

When her sanity is questioned, because the online evidence her stalker exists disappears, Allegra must prove he does exist and she isn’t losing her mind. When a power outage thrusts her into darkness, will she be able to overcome the helplessness she feels? Placed in a situation that’s spiraling totally out of her control, while trapped in her apartment building with no escape, will she survive until the authorities can reach her?  Get it here!


“My Prison Without Bars: The Journey Of A Damaged Woman To Someplace Normal” by Taylor Fulks.

Sometimes the strongest manacles in this life are the bonds forged from painful memories of a past so horrific, that they shackle and incarcerate the very essence of one’s soul…inevitably, the constraint is a life sentence.
It’s storming outside—I’m talkin’ the kind of storm that produces the little red stripe at the bottom of the TV, flashing warnings of impending doom and destruction on a scale of Armageddon. Yet, aside from the frequent bomb blasts of thunder and techno-flashes of lightning, my hotel room is eerily quiet—almost deafeningly so. I lay prostrate on one of the two queen-size beds, arms and hands paralyzed from being trapped under my limp, heavy carcass, hypnotized and mesmerized by the slow seepage of blood spreading into the fibers of the duvet…it’s my blood. This fact does not alarm me—yet, which that, in and of itself, tells me that all my pistons aren’t firing correctly. My vision is impaired by half…meaning my right eye is swollen shut, and I don’t really remember why or how it got that way at the moment. I am, on the other hand, well aware of the difficulty I’m having drawing a deep breath. With what little strength I have—God, my whole body hurts—I shift to my back and gasp! My clothes are torn and mutilated, draped across me in shreds like curtains in an old abandoned house—weathered and forgotten. For a moment that seems to stretch on forever, I am numb, taking in the macabre scenery that is my body—bites and bruises, blood and scratches, a hand-print on my hip, and a…Christ, what did he do to my breast? My brain begins to come back online, circuits flying through my head, some firing at random (work conference, restaurant, too much wine, storm…) while others are more concrete ( walking alone, man in the corridor by the stairwell, tied to the bed, hands on my throat…hands on me). Then the dream—my whole life in Technicolor flashing before my eyes. Was it a dream, or reality? Oh God…I’m either dead, or I will be soon. And what about the man? It’s all becoming clearer now as my brain begins to re-boot. A ghost from my past—the bogey man, Frankenstein, and the monster from under my bed all rolled into my living, breathing, nightmare. Where is he? Did I kill him? Is he still in this room? Futilely, I try to rise up from the bed—oh God, I’m gonna be sick—then I think better of it. Surely he’s gone now. There’s no one in the room but me. I’m trying diligently to convince myself of this before full out hysterics kicks in. I carefully still my aching head, my single eye heavy with weariness and fatigue, scans the shadows on the walls and ceiling as they dance with the strobe beat of the lightning. I just need to rest for a minute, just a minute, then I’ll have the strength to get up and call the police. Darkness surrounds me like a warm blanket in winter. My body is stiff and still as though the bed has been poured around me. The pain in my head and body has changed from a nauseating throb to a dull ache all over. I feel my whole body begin to succumb to sleep, the soothing abyss just waiting for me to fall over the edge into nothingness—that’s when I feel the mattress dip violently and the vise-like hand grip my throat. This is going to get ugly.  Get it here!


Q & A With Gabe Berman



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Today’s interview casts the spotlight on Gabe Berman, the author of “Live Like A Fruit Fly: The Secret You Already Know”. If you haven’t yet read this insightful book, I will give you a short summary: This book is filled with true to life stories, thought provoking ideas, messages of inspiration, reminders to never underestimate the importance of thankfulness, and heart-felt encouragement to pursue one’s passions before it’s too late.

(**Personal review – This is definitely a must read book for anyone who keeps putting off their dreams for another day, believing that there will be time later to do those things, because this book reminds us that later may never come. In today’s world, that is sometimes easy to forget.**)

Now, let’s get to know a little more about the man himself.

So tell us Gabe, if you could meet any other writer of your choosing in person, who it would be?

“If you give me a time machine, I’d go back and hang with the Osho. And if you don’t give me a time machine, I’ll build one.”

That would be pretty ingenious of you. 🙂

Considering the subject matter of your book, one can’t help but wonder: what are the top three things on your “bucket list”?

“1. To never worry about money again;

2. To continue being healthy;

3. Enlightenment would be nice”

Out of curiosity, what job did you dream of having when you were a kid?

“Growing up on Long Island, I wanted to be in Billy Joel’s band. I still do.”

On that note, do you have any musical talents/abilities, or is it one of those I just wish I was a rock star kind of dreams?

“If you don’t know how to play the guitar, you’d think I’m good. But if you’re an eight year old who took a few lessons, you’d know I’m not.”

Hypothetically speaking, if you could live for a day as any other person (fictional or not), who would it be?

“Jesus. I just need to know what really happened.”

Looking back for a minute, if you could give any piece of advice to your younger self, what would it be?

“Don’t worry so much. And in ten years from now, I’d say the same thing.”

Wise words. Okay, with regards to your writing career, when did you first know you were meant to be a writer?

“I don’t think we’re meant for anything. We’re all born with certain skills and it’s up to us to follow the path. But then again, there’s a good chance I have no idea what I’m talking about. So to be safe, I’ll answer the question: There was a book I read as a kid that made me want to be a writer – The Spy in the Ointment by Donald E. Westlake. In this spy novel, the main character speaks to the reader in parenthesis as if he’s talking to the camera in a movie. It seemed to break all the rules of writing. I related to that and I still do.”

So, what was it that really changed things for your writing career?

“The Miami Herald called me one afternoon and said they heard great things about me. I hung up on them because I thought someone was playing a joke. Thankfully they called back and a week later my first column appeared in their paper.”

What are your thoughts on overcoming writer’s block?

“Writer’s block is bullshit. Writing is an excruciating process of finding the balance between action and surrender.  If you’re stuck, surrender and stay open. The words will come to you. Eventually. Don’t force. And certainly don’t settle.”

As a last note here, do you have any favorite authors?

“No one has floored me like J.D. Salinger.”

Okay, I fibbed, one more last question, (LOL), if you could name one person who helped you the most in becoming the person you are today, who would it be and why?

“I know I sound cocky here but the truth is, it’s me. It’s my perseverance which enabled the butterfly effect.”

And there you have it readers, a peek into the life of author Gabe Berman! Be sure to check out his book, “Live Like A Fruit Fly: The Secret You Already Know.” (You will be doing yourself a huge favor!)

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It’s available now from Amazon!

**Want some more good news? Gabe’s next book will be coming out very soon: “The Complete Bullshit Free And Totally Tested Writing Guide To Making Publishers, Agents, Editors and Readers Fall In Love With Your Work”! (So be on the lookout for it.)**

Now, don’t let your curiosity stop there, find out even more about Gabe through the links below:


Check out Gabe on Twitter

Gabe’s Author Page on Amazon

Gabe’s page on Goodreads




Book Review of Debra Anastasia’s “Poughkeepsie”

In short, I can’t say enough good things about “Poughkeepsie”!

It all started one day on YouTube when I happened upon a book trailer that instantly captured my attention. Before the video was even half over, I knew I HAD to read this book! I downloaded it immediately and raced through its pages at top speed.

Poughkeepsie is an inspiring love story at its very core. Livia and Blake are wonderful people from opposite ends of the world who come together in the most unlikely circumstances. Livia is strong, brave and determined, all wrapped up in a petite and lovely package. Blake is a quiet, unassuming man with a gentle soul, a will of iron and a fragile mind.

But this book is about more than just a surprising and powerful love story. Blake comes from a background that could grace the pages of any horror story. His brother’s are all that he has had in the whole world, and they are what helped him survive a nightmarish childhood. The bond they share is forged stronger than steel.

Livia also has a family that is imperfect in a way that makes it perfect for her. The connection between her and her sister is something that most siblings can immediately relate too and fondly remember. Her father is the perfect example of a strong, loving man trying to do his best for the family that is his whole world.

Don’t wait another moment to start reading “Poughkeepsie”.

Pick up your copy today.

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A Fresh Start…

I have been mulling over an idea for the last few days and have finally made the decision to do it. I am going to do a complete rewrite of the introductory chapters of my current book in progress.

Some of my fellow writers might think it is a sure sign of insanity.

But consider this, rather than the beginnings of a literary massacre, it may very well be the start of a bold new beginning!

Not unlike the upcoming new year, which some thought might never come (Mayan calendar – *eye roll*).

We are the looking at the start of 2013, a whole new year of memories to be made, new people to be met, and experiences to be lived.

Just as this new year holds untold promise for our lives, I am hoping that the revisions to my current story will breathe new life into its pages. 🙂