Two Days Into National Novel Writing Month and I’m done!! #amwriting #NANOWRIMO



Whooo I’m done! Well okay I cheated a little bit as I’m revamping a 13,000 word short story     but the aim of National Novel Writing Month (Nanowrimo) is to ‘write a novel in thirty days’. I’ve just finalised a  romance novella story, renamed it and it’s now almost a 20,000 word story. The next mission is to finish off my third Romance Set In Paradise novella and The Suspenseful Collection Volume #2 with Didi Oviatt. I’m on a roll.

I have a question for you all, in your view what makes a good book cover? The people? Font? Teaser? What?? I’m in the process of now thinking up possible designs, while my manuscript is with Beta Readers and my editor. Vote on the poll below if you have a view or drop me a comment.

Well, I better crack open the next manuscript….

Flash Sale: #Christmas Romance Novella .99 on Amazon. #amreading #romance #amazonsale

My favourite time of year is approaching. I kid you not I love Christmas! Not for the commercial aspect of gifts, but for the quality time I get to spend with my friends and family it means a lot. I also get to cook up a storm in the kitchen, I love cooking. To get into the holiday swing Not Just For Christmas a romance novella is on sale on Amazon .99p and .99$ for a limited time.

About The Book:

In Not Just For Christmas readers are taken on a romantic journey set in London, during the festive season following two characters originally opposed to each other fall in love. There’s enough warmth and sensuality to keep readers warm at any time of year.

As Christmas draws near thirty five year old social worker Ava Green, finds herself desperate to not be alone at her favourite time of year. Following the break up of her engagement earlier in the year, Ava has spent ten months on a mission to get over her ex. With the support of her two of her closest girlfriends Tasha and Marie, Ava makes a bold move that surprises her girlfriends in order to find a companion for the festive season. Ava’s path crosses with tall dark and handsome Detective Jerome Samuels, a divorcee in search of love. Once their paths cross after a few bumps along the way there’s no turning back, these two characters are caught up in a whirlwind of sensual and heartwarming romance, that Detective Jerome Samuels hopes is not just for Christmas, he’s on a mission to claim his lady Ava.

Throwback Thursday! & Writing My Inspiration. Who remembers this one #throwback @britneyspears

So last Sunday I announced that I am revamping my short novella story I published as part of an anthology, with my old publishers of the original work. I’m republishing my novella as the first book of my  next romance series. Anyway,  I was looking for a song as I was writing (revamping) a scene where a female character… dances on a pole ! What better song to do a sexy dance to than one of Britney’s finest ‘ Slave 4 U.’

I remember when this song came out years ago and I saw the video, I was mesmerised by the routine Britney does at 1.36 into the video. It’s a bit like Madonna’s Vogue. I jumped on YouTube and watched choreographers teach the steps in this section of the video in slow motion… yep actually learned Britney’s famous moves,  it took a lot a practice as Britney is such a great dancer this routine is HARD to say the least it’s so fast. While I could not do it as well as her obviously,  back then I managed to remember the routine and work up a great sweat burning a few calories.  I love me some Britney, and so glad she has turned her life around and being a great mama to her boys, regardless of what the haters have said in the past. I always rooted for her to get on track. Thanks for the inspiration while writing last weekend Britney.  I’m throwing it back musically with classic Britney at her best.

Throwback Thursday x2! Who remembers this one…. #throwback #oldschool #music

The story behind this second track I’m throwing back this week is… well…. it’s a bit embarrassing really. I’m throwing it back just for fun. I was clearing out some old clothes, and tried to squeeze into a pair of old jeans I found. They don’t fit ! *cringe* I guess I’m just too  “bootylicious for ya baby.”  This song came to mind. 🙂  The jeans are on the charity donation pile.

Thank you Beyonce, Kim Kardashian, Nikki Minaj , Jennifer Lopez, and Lil’ Kim the rapper  for shaking things up! Celebrating all the bootylicious women in the world this throwback Thursday. Be proud of that booty! You are not ‘fat’ it’s sexy some would say. I remember when this song came out back in the day, Destiny’s Child were at their best and Beyonce was in the spotlight for her ‘bootylicoius’ figure. Well done ladies for your achievements, and well done Beyonce for embracing what nature gave you, it has made you a lot of money in the process. Ladies shake your thing to Destiny’s Child this Thursday.

Book Review: Love on The Forbidden Side by Mariah Ankerman 4 Wonderful stars! @MAsbooks


Title: Love on the Forbidden Side

Author: Mariah Ankenman

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Assistant District Attorney Julie Ryder plans to hide out at her brother’s ranch house in Peak Town, Colorado after a killer she put away escapes. Hoping for a little peace and quiet, what she gets instead is hot and bothered when she discovers the good sheriff is gone, and his sexy best friend is house-sitting.

FBI agent Liam Graham is on medical leave after a career-jeopardizing injury. He’s taking the time to rethink his professional choices while watching his buddy’s place, but he never expected to watch the guy’s sister, too. Julie is a fiery ball of sweet temptation he’s been denying himself for years. When she finally reveals the real reason for her visit to Peak Town, Liam does everything in his power to keep her safe. But with his focus on protecting her body, Liam fears he may lose his heart.

 My Review: 4 Stars

Thank you to Enchanted Book Promotions for an ARC, in exchange for an honest review. And thank you to the author for her interview which you can read here.

Well, I’m so glad I stuck with Love on The Forbidden Side! This is a slow burner story ( for me), from my reading experience. All the action starts at just over half way through. That said that does not mean this is a boring read, oh no! 🙂 This author has a snappy, witty, sassy writing style which went down well with me. I found myself smiling and breaking out in small girly giggles at times. The main character Julie is very likable as a woman, The hero Mr. Tall Blond and Handsome, is also a very swoon worthy kinda guy! He fights for his woman literally.

I’m giving Love on the Forbidden Side four wonderful stars as I really liked the writing style of this author,  full of sass, the villain was VERY well developed and believable. I had an instant dislike toward him,  his cold hearted resentful ‘mad man’ attitude was put across well. Given that I’d say the characters are well developed.  This is a series and I have not read the first book, but it did not stop my enjoyment by not knowing back story. This author showed the sexual tension between the hero and the heroine really really well!  Overall I enjoyed reading this romance, I would have loved more action in the first fifty percent, but that said it ends on a high note with a beautiful HEA considering all the drama of the last half of the book. Worth a read, and I would read more of this author’s work for sure I think I’m a fan of Mariah !

About the Author:



RWA® Golden Heart® Nominated author Mariah Ankenman began writing at the tender age of five. Her first book “George and the Green Glob” received high praise from her mother. Many years, and green glob stories later, Mariah received a playwriting degree from the University of Wyoming. After a few years in Hollywood, working in “the biz,” she came home to the beautiful Rocky Mountains. When she’s not writing Mariah loves to read, crochet, and play her ukulele. She loves to hear from readers.

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Book Excerpt: LGBT Romance/Dark Fantasy by A.E Blair #amreading #lqbt



Title: The Goblin King: Part 1

Author: A.E. Blair

Genre: LGBT Romance / dark fantasy

Jasper Woodworth expects the summer of 1963 to be filled with thunderstorms and the comfort of his childhood home. He’s prepared for the attention of his doting mother, for dazzling parties, for whispered rumors of Briarford’s townspeople.


Everything changes upon meeting his mother’s new tenant: the mysterious and ethereal Harlan Winters. Harlan is entitled. He speaks in riddles, and he uses half-truths like bait on a fishing wire. What’s worse? He won’t explain himself, or his intentions, or his hypnotic interested in Jasper.


Overwhelmed by suspicion and a strange attraction, Jasper’s dreams take a turn for the unusual. He dreams of hands roaming his body. He dreams of Harlan’s warm, golden skin and those unearthly opalescent eyes.


Enabled by Harlan, Jasper finds himself tumbling down a steep cliff, rolling in his obsession and lust as they twist into something new, something he doesn’t understand. The only way to gather the answers he seeks is to confront Harlan directly, but how does one trap a supernatural entity?

Author Bio

A.E. Blair is currently setting her keyboard alight with typing speeds in Orlando, Florida, but she’s been writing ever since she could hold a crayon upright on construction paper. Inspired by 80s fantasy movies and anime, she’s often dreamed of spiriting herself away to another world – and becoming supernatural royalty certainly wouldn’t hurt.

While A. E. is no stranger to writing, having gotten her start with fanfiction, The Goblin King: Part I is her first novel, and is expected to span six parts. In her spare time, A. E. likes to dabble in screenwriting, playwriting, and acting.


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The courtyard is vast, far larger than the garden in my back yard. Several yards away in every direction, a tall brick wall stretches, adorned at the top ornaments of white plaster. The sun sits high in the sky, casting down bright white rays onto the scene before me.

Birds chirp in the distance. Not the hoarse cawing of seagulls nor the shrill squawks of crows. Sparrows, maybe. Something high-pitched but pleasant. Almost a song. The wind carries the melody around me, and I close my eyes, my head tilting back. Around me, I hear the rustling of leaves, and I can see their lush greens and vivid colors winding around every structure, towering above me.

Sweat drips down the back of my neck, sticks my hair to the skin. To my left, there’s a fountain. It’s familiar – almost. Not quite. I follow the cracks in the plaster around the statue’s body, confident, as though they’re roads and I know where they lead. The cracks end at the statue’s headless neck, the plaster sheer, as though it had always been this way. As though it had never been broken. Water flows from the neck, clear, and my eyes follow it back down the statue’s body. It slips against the statue, turns white, then clear, then the sun hits it and colors explode from the water, every part of the spectrum, a cauldron of iridescent rainbow by the time it pools at the bottom, at the statue’s feet.

The clang of metal. Two cymbals crashing. My head jerks to the source of the sound, and who should be there to greet me but Mr. Winters?

His eyes are dark this time. I peer into them, expecting to see that strange, shimmering paleness, the same which curses the fountain’s water. He watches me, his eyes glued to me, and I take a step back. I try to. I try to lift my leg, but it’s rooted to the cobblestone beneath me.

Mr. Winters watches me, and I watch him. To his credit, he can take what he gives.

In his hands, a strange instrument rests. A wide circle, hollow, with a smaller, circular metal piece in the center. He beats it against the palm of his hand, his eyes unblinking. His shirt, white linin, lies open against his chest.

Beneath the hot sun, his skin shimmers, tan becoming pure gold.

I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t conjure the sound. My vocal cords don’t come into contact; there’s nothing but the air moving through my windpipe. My hand claps to my throat and I pin my eyes back on Mr. Winters, my mouth hanging open.

Mr. Winter’s mouth spreads into a smirk.

“Drink,” he says, and he follows it with a beat of his instrument.

I frown. I glare. I stand my ground. Mr. Winters nods to the fountain, keeping perfect time with his music.

“Drink,” he says again, and I cast my gaze back to the fountain. The water bubbles from the statue’s neck, and I watch it as it flows down its body. The pearly substance at the bottom becomes enchanting, mesmerizing, hypnotizing.

Without thinking, I reach down, and I let my fingers play in the iridescent water.

I confess myself quite the bachelor, so I can’t attest to personal experience, but those who shy away from marriage, from love unconditional… I’m afraid they’re shying away from eternity,” he says, and between his pretentious proclamations at the dinner table and vague threats, I never knew Harlan Winters to be a poet.

I have to recover.

I bite, “You won’t live forever, then,” and I throw it like a weapon toward him. If he wants to be a bachelor, perhaps he has to pay the price.

“Jasper!” Maman scolds. Harlan only laughs. He looks away, but my eyes stay on him.

“No, I suppose he’s right,” he considers, his head nodding from side to side as he considers it. A lock of silver hair falls into his eyes. “I’d be foolish to include myself in that.”

I want to be satisfied, but his words carry a melancholy that isn’t lost on me, that settles heavy over my shoulders. Harlan turns to me and smiles.

“Will you live forever, Jasper?”

I spit steel into my voice as I answer, “That’s impossible.”

The intensity of my defense is apparent, an elephant forcing its way through the walls, leaving nothing but rubble and carnage behind, but somehow, I can’t stop the fury. I’ve come for dinner, at his request. Do I truly deserve this conversation? And so early in the meal?

Harlan takes it in stride. He says, “I hope you aren’t destroying your chances.”

I take a breath to calm myself, and I reach for the bottle of wine. I take my time pouring myself a glass.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what forever feels like,” I tell him, focusing on the way the wine flows from the bottle like a waterfall. “I can’t miss something when I don’t know what it is.”

“Look up,” is Harlan’s response.

My glass full, I set the bottle back upright, and I cast my gaze toward the ceiling. I frown. There’s nothing there but wooden rafters. Harlan laughs.

“Not like that,” he says. “Not quite.” He crosses his arms across the table, settling in, mischief and folly on his face. I find myself leaning in, my neck craning toward him as he says, “I speak of the stars. When you see them, pinpricks of light against that vast darkness, never-ending – that’s the closest thing to eternity that humans can imagine.”

He lifts his glass and takes a drink of wine, his smile secretive, knowing. Jocelyn studies her menu, and I sit, transfixed by the man across the table. I want to pull more from him, more words, an explanation, but he stays quiet.