The Final Book: Gods by SW Hammond Book Tour

 

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Title:  The Final Book: Gods
Author:  SW Hammond
To Be Published:  June 13th, 2017
Genre:  Fiction / Science Fiction / Mythology / Visionary & Metaphysical
Recommended Age:  16+
Content Warning:  Historical battles with swordplay and the violence / gore of war
Synopsis:
In the beginning there was love. The Goddess of Life in an elated romance with a beloved mortal. Her sister killed him. Their combined actions ripping a hole in destiny and plagued mankind with an age of unprecedented corruption, vicious holy wars, and religious absolution.
Though long forgotten by the mortals they serve, Zeus and his Pantheon continue to foster and protect mankind which is tearing itself apart—but even God isn’t infallible. After failed diplomacy, the King of the Gods is left with no choice but to take the persona of a modern man—the famed genetic scientist Dr. Hork. In an effort to preserve the future by reshaping the past, Dr. Hork uses Project Genesis—the transfer of consciousness—to send subjects back in time. However, not without devastating failures. Subjects of the experiment wreak havoc upon humanity until a familiar character is reborn to correct the course.
Reincarnated and ready to fulfill his true destiny, Joshua Bach is the catalyst the Gods have been waiting for—and Dr. Hork’s final beacon of salvation. Ferociously idealistic, the free-spirited young man struggles to come-of-age in a time and society ruled by money and corruption. Under the wing of the Gods, Josh rediscovers his purpose, along with a love that can only be considered timeless.
This epic blends human history, ruthless mythology, science fiction, and the supernatural to tell a love story of the future—bringing Gods across all faiths down to earth in the modern age and within your reach.
Author Interview

 

What was the inspiration for your story?

The idea for The Final Book came to me as I was digging fencepost holes in Colorado Springs. I had a lot of time to myself, digging hole after hole by hand in an empty field. Anyone who has been to Colorado Springs knows that you can’t escape the shadow of Pikes Peak–the mountain is enormous, majestic, and inspiring. While peaceful and sunny in the middle of town, you can watch storms come in over the top of its peak, the wind blowing snow for miles out into the sky. It seemed to me that if moody ol’ Zeus were ever to leave Mount Olympus, this would be his peak of choice.  Frustrated, sweating, and barely scratching away at the dirt, my mind became lost in a fantastic tale of the Gods living right above the city.

What kept you going throughout the writing process?

This is a good question because it was a chore.  The book took six years to write.  My work-life became really demanding about a month after I started and I was always on the road—it made it really hard to find a consistent writing schedule or a conducive environment for creativity.

The biggest thing that kept me going was that I truly love these characters—it makes me so happy when I think about them.  Serious.  It’s weird, but I adore them.  I’d also have these moments of vivid imagination where I’d see the story so clearly—I knew I had to try to do it justice and give it life.  Lastly, the book was a big chip on my shoulder.  It seems I start a lot of things in life, but never finish them, haha.  I really didn’t want that to happen to this book—I wanted to finish something.  It took a lot of sacrifice—I had to consciously choose to work on the book over meeting friends for dinner, spending time with family, enjoying favorite tv shows and movies, etc.  Of course there’s a sense of balance and you can still have a life—but at some point the book has to come first in order to finish it.

Who is your most meaningful character and why?

Oooo, this is hard…  Gods is a team effort.  While you’ll quickly realize who the story is centralized around, the book doesn’t have a clear “primary” protagonist.  Dr. Hork is probably the most meaningful character, as everything begins and ends with him (*think about the title, hint hint*), but Ana might be my favorite character.  She doesn’t have a lot of real estate in the book, but she’s important to me—I just love her spirit and attitude.

I think a lot people would assume that I’d choose Josh as my favorite character—but in all honesty, I look at him as a vehicle that gives life to all the others.  He’s needed to allow everyone else to shine.

Can we expect to hear more from these characters in the near future?

Yes, The Final Book is a trilogy—Gods, Prophets, and Kings. There’s much more to come and I think book 2 is going to ruffle some feathers!  However, I’m going to break things up and stick an unrelated novel or two between each book.  I have other interests and passions beyond gods, mythology, and fantasy—it helps your mind and creativity to step back once in a while.  The truth is, I’m just selfish, haha—I want Pom, William, Cloe, and Josh to live with me for as long as they can.  I don’t want to rip through the books too quickly!

How has this story touched your life?

There’s the literal and the symbolic meaning behind this question, haha.  This book literally became my life for about a year—I took time off of work and rearranged a lot of things in order to finish it.  So yeah, it “touched” my life, haha.  But as I’ve said, it’s always been about the characters—I wish they were real!  Maybe they are in some other universe…

What motivated you to start writing?

To me, writing is the only way I can make sense of life.  It’s the medium in which I can best express myself.  This was huge for me as a teenager—I was able to write what I couldn’t say.  Writing is a bit slower than speaking, you can really contemplate what it is that you’re trying to express, and you can go back and perfect it.

I’m really into storytelling and writing is my backbone for that—it also happens to be the “easiest,” or at least the most assessable way for me to create a story.  It would be sweet to create epic movies or videogames, but I don’t have those resources or talents.  You’ve got to love writing to create novels though—I don’t even consider the “act” of writing anymore—it’s just a way of life.  Something I do.

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About the Author:
Sean William Hammond is the author of The Final Book: Gods and The Mixtape Manifesto: A Pop Culture Confessional. He is also a freelance writer contributing to music zines, adventure and lifestyle magazines, and new media technical websites across the world. On his official website, SWHammond.com, you’ll find a mix of his articles, essays, and personal memoirs that encompass pop culture, politics, relationships, and thoughts on life.
SW’s writing style, particularly within his commentary, is often compared to Chuck Klosterman with countless references to pop culture, especially music. Hammond’s honest approach creates an easy camaraderie with the reader, then tests the boundaries with sensitive subject matter. Philosophy, ethics, and virtue continually square off against an instantaneous hedonism celebrated throughout society—with Hammond in the middle, struggling to keep his head above water.
SW’s fictional writing makes a conscious effort to blend perception, rumor, and fact leaving the reader to question reality. His stories are often rooted in truth, taking place in historical settings or by playing on modern headlines, making use of common and relatable themes to drive home critical points about the human condition. Though grand, epic, and futurist, the backbone of his novels hinge on basic principles of morality, or lack thereof.
Hammond has a unique background as a music and sports industry professional. He has worked in the Commissioner’s Office of Major League Baseball as a Marketing Coordinator, was an Assistant of Arizona Operations in the Kansas City Royals farm system, and operated Spring Training stadium audio for the Los Angeles Angels. He is also credited as a Marketing Representative for Sony Music Entertainment, a Senior Tour Manager for the Vans Warped Tour, and an intern at WAR Records / United Interests Management.
Born just outside of Denver, CO in 1983, Hammond hasn’t settled down much since. Aside from Colorado, as a child he also lived in Maine, California, and Utah. As an adult he returned to Colorado and Utah, also adding Arizona and Nevada to the list. He has visited 49 of the 50 states, vowing to make it to Alaska one day soon. Seemingly only content while in motion, Hammond’s dream is to one day own a catamaran and sail it around the world. He currently resides in Las Vegas, NV studying philosophy at UNLV. Hammond has never been married and has no children.
Excerpt From Chapter 23 – Transmigration – The Final Book: Gods
                “Seriously though, Billy. What’s going on? Unless you’re looking for a space monkey, what do you need me for?”
                “Give yourself some credit. I just thought you might like to come along for the ride. Unless this sort of thing is in Milan or Dubai, Pom could care less. Plus there’s someone there I want you to meet. Or rather, who wants to meet you.”
                Josh twisted his brow with confusion but remained quiet allowing William to elaborate.
                “Her little joke, attending the Space Symposium. She’s a longtime friend.”
                “So what, you’re setting me up?”
                William roared with laughter. “No, not that! She’s…she’s a very interesting woman. I told her how you and I have been spending a lot of time together, talking philosophy. We’ll just grab a drink after and say hi.”
                “That’s fine… But I still don’t get it.”
                William tried to explain. “She sees the world in a very unique way. I thought you might appreciate that. No big deal.”
                “Okay,” Josh agreed, feeling there was more to the story. “Let’s hope I don’t disappoint.”
                “Oh and, Josh”—William looked over at him—“let’s keep this between you and I. It’s nothing underhanded, just avoiding unnecessary trouble. Ana and I have a bit of history, which Pom is fully aware of, but it will always be tender… No sense in stirring the pot.”
                Josh remained silent, uncomfortable with William’s request. He didn’t like the thought of lying to Pom, as she and he had become quite close, just as he and William had. Also William’s infidelity irritated him; he couldn’t understand how someone’s eye would be able to wander with a woman like Pom at home. But, most importantly, he was disappointed that William placed him in the middle. Regardless of William’s affairs, Josh didn’t want to be an accessory to something that could potentially upset Pom.
                “I know what you’re thinking,” William said, “and it reaffirms my decision for you to meet Ana. I know you’ve grown close with Pom. I also know you’d do things differently than me, and that’s why I’m proud to call you my friend. But life isn’t so cut and dry, Josh. Temptation isn’t your vice…” He paused as he tried to conjure up the appropriate words. “Without Ana, we wouldn’t have our amazing daughters who have had a tremendous impact on the world. I’m not exaggerating when I say that those girls have changed the lives of millions of people. The world is a much better place because of my weakness. Yes, that came at the expense of Pom, but what’s the greater good? What’s most important?”
                William had never opened up to Josh about his personal affairs and Josh wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He felt tremendous objection with William’s rationalization of his actions, but didn’t want to outright judge the man.
                “I don’t know, Billy,” Josh began. “Honesty is usually the best policy. It sounds like you’re justifying poor judgment by the serendipitous outcome of superb offspring… I mean, what if your children with Ana grew up to be heinous, or even normal. Would those ends justify the means?”
                “Well, that’s the odd thing about destiny: it’s inevitable,” William replied. “Those girls had to be born, they were needed. Destiny exploited my weakness, a character flaw of mine, in order to put forth what the world needed.”
                “Wow,” Josh said, taken aback by William’s explanation. “You’ve done a lot of great things, Dr. Hork, almost other worldly things. But you’re speaking as if you’re chosen. The odd thing about destiny isn’t that it’s inevitable, but it’s that we don’t know what it is. It’s not like we have a map or checklist of the future.”
                “But what if you did? What if you did know your destiny? Would that still make my actions dishonorable? Knowing the outcome of the greater good?”
                Josh turned to look out the window. “You’re suggesting that you have a crystal ball and there’s only one way to do things. That almost makes it worse. Knowing your destiny and still not finding an honorable or honest solution with Pom to achieve the same outcome.”
                William remained quiet, allowing Josh to explain himself.
                “Destiny is an excuse for poor actions,” Josh continued. “It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. You believe in your destiny, so therefore you actively seek it out, and it eventually becomes you. By adding the ‘cosmic mystical’ element, you relinquish accountability and responsibility. You just blame your actions on the gods. It was their will for you to sleep with that woman, not yours.”
                “How would one honorably explain conceiving a child with another woman?” William asked, looking over at him out of the corner of his eye.
                “That’s my point—you can’t now. Honesty has to start from the beginning. If you knew that infidelity or flesh of another is your vice, perhaps you shouldn’t have married. It’s selfish, Bill. You placed your desire—your ‘destiny’—above your wife.”
                There was a long pause.
                “Who’s to say you couldn’t have had those amazing daughters, who changed the world, with Pom?” Josh added.
                “Their mother for one,” William quickly replied. “Those girls aren’t great because of me, it’s because of Ana.”
                Josh was silent, still looking out the window to avoid William’s eyes.
                “You’re right, though,” William muttered. “I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t handle things properly. I hurt Pom, and I’ll always feel terrible for it. I wish I had as much wisdom at your age…”
                Josh sighed. “Billy, I wasn’t trying to insult you. You and Pom have your own relationship and arrangement. I don’t know the complexities and it has nothing to do with me… I just don’t like being put in the middle.”
                “Fair enough,” William said as he stared blankly through the windshield. “Sometimes I forget who I’m talking to. Someone who actually practices what they preach… Speaking of preaching, I guess you’d have to believe in God to believe in destiny, then?” He eased the conversation away from his personal affairs but was enjoying Josh’s thoughts on morality.
                “Abstractly, destiny’s just a really fortunate excuse for a lot of people to do a lot of bad things. That’s the problem with man mingling with Gods, or religion.”
                William was intrigued. “Explain.”
                “Beyond diminishing personal accountability, an unintended consequence or not, once you cut through all of the ritual and teachings, the bottom line is that religion completely devalues life. The entire premise of there being something after this world inherently makes the existence we’re currently living less important or less precious. With the promise of something more after life, something greater, it makes death much easier to accept.”
                “Interesting observation.”
                “A religious authority, priest or bishop, can paint the picture of a glorious afterworld and use that to manipulate followers into either being good to one another, or to wage horrific wars. If you die along the way, which we all will one day, that’s actually a good thing because now you’re home with God. And who doesn’t want to be with God?” Josh said sarcastically.
                “Why do you think people go along with this notion?”
                “They’re seeking a cause and effect to existence, an explainable reaction. They try to understand unfathomable things that happen during life, creating reasons to justify man’s relevance on a cosmic level—usually by attributing their lives to a larger concept such as religion or destiny. The only way to ease the guilt of bad decisions, things that can’t be reversed or reconciled here on Earth, is to atone to an unearthly being. The thought of being completely insignificant in the universe is more difficult for the human mind to accept than a utopia governed by a bearded man in the clouds.”
                “So I take it you don’t believe in God, then?” William cocked his head with the question.
                “I’m not foolish enough to say that. I can tell you with all certainty that I don’t believe in any religion operated by a mortal man, but I’m wise enough to say that I don’t know about God. I’m able to admit that I don’t understand. My mind is completely open—literally anything is possible because I have no way of knowing one way or another.”
                “Without God or a greater purpose, what’s the point of getting out of bed?” William pushed.
                “By having tremendous value and respect for the life you currently have,” Josh replied. “By understanding that being alive is completely unique and precious—something to be worshiped, to be celebrated. Our singular personal existence in the vast universe is so rare, so exponentially unlikely, that it shouldn’t be wasted by lying in bed. You won the lottery just by being born.”
                “That’s a pretty sober way to look at things. Uncomplicated.”
                “I think that’s a big problem with religion as we have it, it’s been manipulated into a tool of social control and discipline rather than a source of profound thought on the human experience. When did the belief of God become synonymous with marriage or shellfish, even goodwill or war? God doesn’t have anything to do with those things.”
                “Or interchangeably he has everything to do with all things…” William added.
                “Right. And that’s a completely valid argument as well,” Josh agreed. “But remember that slippery slope because you can’t pick and choose God’s miracles. If he has everything to do with all things, then he’s then equally responsible for healing the sick as he is for murders at an elementary school shooting.”
                “What do you think, Josh?” William questioned him intently. “Do you think God has something to do with the murders of children?”
                Josh took a deep breath and tried to articulate an answer. “No. My vision, or ideal of what God is or would be, wouldn’t be involved in that. I feel that God is removed from our daily activities. I see him as a creator and protector of humanity, but not as a personal babysitter. While he may have given life, he’s not in control of my soul or who I am. I don’t feel he has any interest in or control over my personal ‘destiny,’ though I’m sure he wishes general goodwill to everyone—like a father wishing his sons the best in life, though boys can still grow up to become murderers and rapists… I don’t know what God is…” He then hesitated. “I’m not sure if he’s from the ‘other side’ or if he’s just from another world… Maybe that’s one in the same? I don’t know, I see him being more human than a fairy tale. He couldn’t have been perfect if he created us in his own image.”
                William let out a wild grin and found a bit of humor in Josh’s comment on perfection. His approval encouraged Josh to keep going.
                “You know how history tends to paint a glorious picture of the past, elevating certain battles or men above the rest—like our founding fathers? Somehow the realism of them as humans, with all of their many imperfections, mistakes, and outright terrible deeds have been lost over time? I think that’s happened with God exponentially over the thousands of years. We choose to only remember the good stuff.”
                “Your God sounds pretty down to Earth,” William said, as he continued to smile. “He could be living among us and we wouldn’t even know.”
                Josh smiled back. “Of course. Or, you know, we could have evolved from sludge… Here’s one thing I don’t get about modern religion. God has helpers—angels, right?”
                William nodded.
                “So basically the whole monotheism and polytheism is pure semantics. Everyone knows Zeus was king, or the Abrahamic God is big chief god, so what’s wrong with showing his helpers, Poseidon or Gabriel, some appreciation? All of the religions have ‘angels’ or saints that perform the same functions as the Greek and Egyptian ‘gods,’ yet it was worth killing everyone and decimating cultures over that nonsensical subtle difference.”
                “Religion isn’t about logic, it’s about faith.”
                “I guess that’s my problem. I have an unwavering belief and faith in life. I think God does, too—that’s why he bothered creating it.”
                “The end doesn’t justify the means…”
                “Exactly. Faith is an awesome thing, having belief in something is powerful and unifying. However, when that faith is tied to an organization that is responsible for millions upon millions of deaths throughout history, the little bit of good they do does not outweigh the bad. It has nothing to do with forgiveness or reform, some things just simply can’t be undone. Faith and ideology are not justifiably worth dying or killing over, and I’ve never understood how someone can convince themselves that it is.”
                “What could be more honorable than dying for God?” William asked.
                “Are you serious?” Josh scoffed. “God doesn’t want you to die for him, that’s not why he made you. That’s like fucking to preserve virginity. He didn’t create humans so they would kill each other over abstract concepts. Dying to protect life—the thing God created—or fighting against the oppression of the inalienable rights of life, I’d consider that much more honorable.”
                “Kind of like our government, then.”
                Josh rolled his eyes. “If you believe in the liberation of oil fields and other strategic resources, sure. The government doesn’t care about life unless it can tax it. Our government took a crafty lesson from religion. It has exploited the fundamental concept of freedom to propel its own agenda. Instead of using the word ‘god’ like religion does, they just insert the word ‘freedom’ and the propaganda is the same.”
                William chuckled. “You don’t believe in government or religion… What’s left, anarchy?”
                “As soon as any organization—religion, government, corporation, nonprofit, or a person starts to manipulate their own beliefs to acquire power, conceal motives or agendas, lie, threaten, oppress, condemn—it’s corruption, Bill. I can’t support an institution that’s lost its virtue.”
                “The picture of young Joshua Bach is becoming a bit clearer,” William remarked. “Such principles aren’t going to make life easy.”
                “Tell me about it. I’m basically thirty years old and can barely support myself. I can’t stand our financial system… Do you know how hard it is to not have a cent of debt to your name? The bank isn’t my master. I refuse to be a part of an institution that is more concerned with share prices than the product they’re creating or service they’re providing.”
                “That’s noble, but not entirely realistic.”
                Josh raised his voice. “Why not? All it takes is for people to stop believing. Just as religion can’t exist without faith, neither can our system. If people, one by one, no longer allowed their good intentions to be exploited, no longer fed a system that was corrupt and broken—it would vanish. It can’t operate unless people believe in it and perpetuate it.”
                “I suppose that’s easier to say if you have nothing to lose.” William paused. “If you had a business, house, family—established roots into the system, it’d be harder to turn your back on it.”
                Josh was silent for a moment, then continued. “I agree. You know the types of things I think about? I’m afraid that I’m too poor to fall in love. Not only would I have to fully step into the corrupt system—meaningless job, underwater mortgage, vehicles with an expiration date—but if we decided to have children, I’d have to bring them into this cycle. I wouldn’t be able to afford a private school or tutors, so they’d be educated by one of the world’s most mediocre school systems—by design—that teaches them just enough to get by, so they can find another meaningless job and start the process all over again with their children. It’s so complacent. Everyone knows it’s wrong, everyone knows it’s broken, but no one has a gun to their head. There’s no immediate threat, so no one does anything. It’s a slow cancer. As soon as it gets bad enough to take action, it will be too late.”
                “You do have your freedom,” William’s tone was hollow. “What if your child breaks the cycle? It just takes one—Spartacus.”
                “Why can’t I be the One? Why my son? Why always the next generation?”
                William looked over at him out of the corner of his eye. “You speak of revolution, my boy.”
                “Billy, I don’t want to wage a war… I just want reform, an awakening. Has mankind always been so dishonest and self-serving? When did prophets become profits?” Josh said with bitterness.
                Another long pause filled the traveling automobile, as Josh looked through the window at the city streets intently with a grave scowl.
                William finally broke the silence. “I got you pretty worked up, didn’t I?”
                “I’m not asking for perfection, Bill. You and Pom are a perfect example. Mistakes were made, intentional or not, but at some point you had to be honest with one another. You had to agree on the future you wanted to create together and put the past behind you. You had to do what was right for your children, and I’m sure it was hard. I’m sure it still is. But look what you’ve done. Things at one point were broken, and you fixed them. I don’t know the young William Hork, but I know the man next to me now and there’s no one more honest and virtuous. You’ve matured into an individual with compassion, foresight, strength, experience and wisdom. You’re not perfect, but you’re damn close. I want that. I want that for man, for society. I want humanity to mature into what I know it can be.”
                William looked over at Josh and without question saw the man he once knew over 2,000 years ago. Sitting in his car beside him was the spitting image of the young Israelite with his soul on fire. His bleeding heart and passion had been masked by the youthful exterior, but there was no denying the complete transmigration of Lesous Nazareth into Joshua Bach. The young man’s words, his conviction, and his virtue made it clear to William that the second coming was upon him and that Lesous was finally ready to fulfill his destiny.
                “I don’t know what to do, Bill.” Josh’s tone had become disheartened. “I don’t have a bottomless playbook full of answers, but you know when something is wrong or when it is right. The truth is absolute. It’s like the weather—you can’t control or manipulate truth. It just is.”
                William smiled as he pulled into the entrance of the Broadmoor Resort, where a parking valet waited. “I think Ana will be quite pleased I brought you. Long overdue.”
                Josh let out a deep breath of air, trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, Dr. Hork. I usually don’t get so riled up, I prefer the rhetorical debates.” He then smiled. “I hope I didn’t offend you. You know how much I think of you and Pom.”
                William laughed. “Offend?  Josh, my boy, I feel as though I’ve been searching for your honesty for millennia! I enjoyed every word and know there was no malice behind it.”
                “I respect you. Pom, too. I just don’t want anything to mess that up.”
                “A man of conviction,” William said. “I crossed the line by trying to cover my own hide and you corrected me. I admire that. Not many have the gumption to speak up…to not allow someone to stand in the way of doing the right thing.”

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Set You Free by Elmer Seward Book Tour

 

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Title:  Set You Free
Author:   Elmer Seward
Published:  May 20, 2017
Publisher:   Bay Rivers Publishing
Genre:  Suspense
Content Warning:  Some mild profanity and references to torture and murder (however there is no graphic violence).
Synopsis:  Deena is running from a dangerous past. When she finds herself in a small fishing village tucked away on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay, she thinks she is finally safe. While there, she discovers a journal that weaves a story of secrets, passion, and unrequited love. In its pages, she discovers the answers to her struggle with the shadows of her own past. In the end, those shadows close in on her and threaten all that she holds dear.

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Author Interview

What was the inspiration for your story?

I’m not sure I can point to one event as the inspiration for Set You Free.  The book actually encompasses two stories. The main story is about Deena’s flight from a couple of sadistic pursuers.  She ends up in a small rental house where she discovers a journal. The story in the journal is secondary to Deena’s story.  The odd thing is that I had a good idea what the journal portion was going to be first. The main story about Deena morphed over time.  I don’t really remember, but I suspect that a news story led me in the direction I finally took with Deena.

What kept you going throughout the writing process?

I enjoy writing.  It’s not a task for me.  Even when I’m stuck on a portion of the story, I still enjoy it.  Some people become frustrated with writer’s block, but I don’t see it as a block.  It just needs some time to simmer.  I know that it will come and when it does, it will be better for the extra time on the fire.  I’m good with slow cooking.

Who is your most meaningful character and why?

Most meaningful character?  That’s hard to say.  Deena is the main character, so maybe she is the most meaningful.  However, can you say the story of one anguished character is more important than another’s?  Is her story any more compelling than Blake’s or Parsons’s?  Maybe not.  But her situation is more dangerous because she is not only haunted but also hunted by her past.  She. Like the others, is shattered, but she is also running for her life.

Can we expect to hear more from these characters in the near future?

Probably not.  When I reach the end of a novel, I’ve told the characters’ stories.  I really don’t have much more to share.  Could I write a sequel?  I probably could, but I doubt that it would be as good as the original novel.  I’d rather do a great job with new characters and problems than do less than my best writing a sequel.

How has this story touched your life?

Writing this novel has made me more aware of the horror of human trafficking and the toll it takes on individuals.  It’s real, it’s ugly, and it’s nearer than we think.  Victims need help and understanding.

What motivated you to start writing?

It’s funny, I started writing on a whim.  I had started a morning exercise program and decided to begin putting a novel together in my head to break the boredom of exercise.  After I had a couple of chapters in my head, I began putting them to paper in the evenings and weekends.  This has become my writing process for all three of my novels (with number four on the way).

 

Excerpt from Set You Free by Elmer Seward:
I am one of the walking dead. Not as lucky as those flesh-eating monsters that roam the earth eternally. No, my flesh-eating monster lives within. It roams at will, minute by minute. Consuming me from the inside. Stealing what little life is left. My monster? The Big C. Advanced stages. No treatment. What do you do when you’re a nobody from a little nowhere town who’s accomplished nothing and has no family? What do you do when you’re told to “put your affairs in order” and you have no affairs? What do you do when the sum and total of your legacy is secrets and lies?
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About the Author:
Elmer Seward was born and raised along the Chesapeake Bay in southeast Virginia. Growing up, the cemetery behind his house was his playground. The metaphorical theme of death and rebirth that figures prominently in his novels is probably influenced in some way by the time that his mother heard, through the screened window, a small voice crying for help. Rushing from the house and through the yard, she discovered her all-too-curious six-year-old son at the bottom of a freshly dug grave. In that moment, he discovered that trouble is much easier to get into than it is to get out of. Sometimes we need help getting out of the hole that we jump into willingly.
He is blessed to have a large blended family. He is also the reluctant servant of three crazy dogs, a Maltese, a Japanese Chin, and a BruMaltChiYorkie. All of these strongly influence the characters and events in his novels; however, his beautiful wife, Mitzi, is the true inspiration for the tender hearted but determined women in his stories.
He is the author of two previous novels, Hearts in the Storm and Dreams of the Sleepless.



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A MORTAL INDISCRETION: AUTHOR’S CUT by Barbra E. Ross Book Tour

A Man. A Vampire. A love story.
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A MORTAL INDISCRETION: AUTHOR’S CUT
Barbra E. Ross
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Suspense
Publication Date: April 27, 2016
One night changed everything for bachelor Justin Bertolli. A womanizer at heart, never quite ready to settle down, he meets the woman who would change his life forever. Ambra Taylor is that woman, but is she all that Justin bargained for?
Told from a male protagonist point of view, A Mortal Indiscretion delivers wholly unique narratives that don’t succumb to the same old recycled concepts. Everything unravels in Justin’s world. Although Ambra is a vampire, she is the vulnerable one of the two characters, providing a refreshing twist on standard tales. She is not waiting for her prince to come save her on his white horse. She simply desires love, to feel human love again and will do anything to protect the love of Justin.
When Justin discovers the truth about who and what she is, will he still love her? Will he still want her? Find out, as their hearts collide in this epic tale of love.
Fabulous book. Out of the ordinary and unusual love story/vampire book. Very well written and a big read which had my attention from the beginning. Love the characters and plot. Was juicy, exciting and hated to put down. Wanted to keep reading and reading but didn’t want the story to end.
– Lettyann Weber, Amazon Reviewer
I have just finished reading this book and I loved it. I was completely captivated by the whole story … The skill of the writer was her ability to make you feel that you were actually watching their romance unfold opposed to reading about it. … If you love a brilliant romance twists and turns along the way, then this is an absolute must read . . . you won’t be disappointed.
– Joy Wood, Amazon Reviewer

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Excerpt 2 from Chapter One

 

We were led to a table back in a dimly lit corner. I was glad. I wanted no interruptions.  The waiter came and poured our waters. I was watching her every move. She took the menu and opened it. I did mine and looked over it at her. Her eyes were scanning the menu and I just watched her. The waiter asked what we wanted to start with.

“I’ll take a soda,” I told him.

“And for the lady,” he inquired.

She placed the menu down and looked into my eyes.

“Him,” she stated, plainly.

“Pardon me,” the waiter tried to clarify.

I stared at her, stunned by her words.

“The same for the lady,” I answered quickly, not looking his way. He left us, shaking his head.

Her scent filled the air. I reached out my hands and she took them.

“What is your name,” I asked softly, loving the look of her eyes over the glow of the candle on the table.

“Ambra,” she answered.

“Ambra,” I repeated.

She smiled and let out a soft laugh. Her hands were so soft in mine.

“I have been thinking about what happened the night we met, it was very…” I started.

“Intense,” she finished. “I cannot forget it either. I did not plan on that happening.” She had a slight English accent.

“I know, right? I…I have never done it…. I mean… done that… before…either,” I added. I shook my head; I had never tripped over my own words before.

“Is your lady friend terribly hurt? I did not mean to cause such a commotion.”

“Oh, you mean Racheal?” I snickered. “She was angry with me, but it’s ok. I mean, I have never done anything like that to her before. She is just someone I see on a casual basis,” I tried to explain.

“So this Racheal, is she… is she committed to you?”

Committed?” I questioned.

“Is she, are you two… how do you say it…seriously involved?”

“No, no. She is not my girlfriend if that is what you mean,” I answered. I looked right in her eyes. “I don’t have anyone who is that close to me.”  I squeezed her hands. I wanted her to know I was interested in her.

She became silent a moment. I felt a tinge of anxiety Maybe she thought I was lying. Or maybe she thought I was the biggest jerk on the planet. I spoke quickly.

“Are you involved with someone?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“No. I do not have a lover,” she stated.

I breathed a sigh of relief. How she could be single was beyond me. She was so fucking gorgeous.

“Do you want one,” I blurted. I did not know what was wrong with me. “I’m sorry, what I mean is are…. are you looking for someone to…”

“I want you to be my lover, Justin.” All she said. My mouth dropped, but I caught it and clamped up tight.

The waiter came and placed our drinks on the table. He asked for our orders. I told him mine and she shook her head at him. I took a sip of water. I was speechless. No one had ever come right out and said that to me before.

“I believe, that I am infatuated with you,” she continued. I took another gulp of water. I was suddenly wanting a drink. A good stiff drink. “I have tried to calm my desires about you, but I cannot. I have only thought of you since that evening. You are invading my every thought. It is quite amusing to me.”

The waiter brought some bread sticks and I picked one up. I took a bite and could only stare at her. I absolutely did not know what to say. She was so forward, so honest. I liked it, but I didn’t know how to handle it. I had never been approached that way before. I usually laid down the lines. I was taken off guard.

“Justin. Are you not going to speak to me? Have I said too much? Have I misspoken?”

“Say it again. Say my name,” I found myself saying. It was her voice, like music saying my name.

She smiled a little and whispered my name again. It sent warm shivers down my spine.

“How do you know my name? I mean, how did you know how to find me,” I asked.

“I am a little disconcerted, embarrassed…. I have followed you, that eve…” she began.

“I am glad you did,” I said. I was letting it all out. Never done that before.

“Well, I did. And I want an answer,” she said and I was confused.

“I’m sorry. What was the question?”

“Are you going to be my lover? Tonight?”

 

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Be sure to also check out the exciting sequel to A Mortal Indiscretion:
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MARZIO’S REVENGE
What if you had to choose? Between existing, or losing the only reason you do exist?
The provocative sequel to A Mortal Indiscretion. Justin must meet and defeat his enemy if only to save his vampire wife, Ambra. But, can he sustain the pain and torture to make it through the hardest test of his immortal life?
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“Definitely the perfect sequel to A Mortal Indiscretion! Just like the first book, there were so many great twists and turns on every page!”
– moe fix it, Amazon reviewer

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About Barbra E. Ross

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Barbra E Ross lives in Michigan and is a nurse by day, lover of fiction at night. When people ask me what my book is about, I pause a moment because it is not so simple to describe. It is a vampire romance, I say and then, I pray that doesn’t scare them away. Because what are books really? I believe that books are a way to escape the daily routines of life.
I wanted to take an ordinary man and put him in fantastic situations. To bring a bit of fantasy down to reality. It is a love story at it’s heart. If I can take the reader on a journey and give them a laugh, cry, or simply bring a smile to their face, then it is all worth it. This story helped me through rough times in my life, and I can only hope it will do the same for the reader.
Official website: http://barbraeross.com/
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Lord of the Flies: Fitness for Writers by Ace Antonio Hall Book Tour!

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Title: Lord of the Flies: Fitness for Writers

Author: Ace Antonio Hall

Published: April 25th, 2017

Publisher: Omnium Gatherum

Genre: Non-Fiction

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I’m not letting age change me, I’m changing the way I age.

Lord of the Flies: Fitness for Writers will show you how to take a day-by-day approach to living a healthier lifestyle. You’ll learn how to unleash hidden energies that can alleviate stress and disease in your life and improve concentration. Finding time to be more active can help you overcome writer’s block and procrastination caused by fatigue. Starting today, you are on your way to doing just that! By adding just fifteen to thirty minutes of physical activities to your day, you not only add years to your life and lower the risk of many common health problems, you’ll improve your focus and concentration and make your mind sharper.

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~ About the Author ~

Ace Antonio Hall (born July 4th, 1966) is an American urban fantasy and horror writer. He is best known as the creator of Sylva Slasher, a teenage zombie slasher who also raises the dead for police investigations, which includes novels and short story collections. He was born in New York, but grew up in Jacksonville, Florida with his grandmother, Sula G. Wells. He is the youngest son of artist and jazz songwriter, Christopher Hall and RN Alice Hall (Thomas). A former Director of Education for NYC schools and the Sylvan Learning Center, Hall earned a BFA from Long Island University. While teaching English, he studied to be a certified ACE personal trainer with the Equinox Fitness Club one summer, but never pursued it professionally. Hall currently lives in Los Angeles with his bonsai named Bonnie.

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2017 Upcoming Signings, Panels and Appearances:

April 22nd, Sisters in Crime’s Capitol Crimes Writer’s workshop, Sacramento, CA

April 23rd, LATFOB, USC campus, CA

April 25th book release of Lord of the Flies: Fitness for Writers, Worldwide Release

April 25th World Premiere of 24 Cali Fitness music video featuring Shanti Lowry and Ace Antonio Hall

April 25th Launch of the Fitness4Writers fitness website

April 27th, 28th, 29th Horror Writer’s Association’s StokerCon, Queen Mary, Long Beach, CA

See the schedules of the particular writing conferences for times of Ace Antonio Hall’s panels, signing and appearances.

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You want to feel better, and everything you’ve tried has not had the results you expect. Perhaps, you want to look better as you age or, while you’re young, you want to be the best that you can be. This book can help you. If you’re an author or you work at a computer, you may sit for half of your day only getting up to make another pot of coffee, grab something to snack on, or to use the bathroom. In other words, you spend most of your time being inactive. Heck, it’s no wonder after you’re done, all you want to do is sleep or veg out in front of the TV.

I went from a pot-bellied two hundred ten pound, thirty-eight-inch waist semislob to a fit-bodied one hundred sixty-four pound, twenty-nine inch waist semistud, but it wasn’t easy. It wasn’t hard, either. It was a process, a slow one. I didn’t rush; I just stayed persistent and created a new lifestyle that was focused on feeling better and dealing with stress more easily.

Talk about late bloomer. I can’t believe it. At fifty, I’ve never felt and looked better! The purpose of this book is to show you how to take a day-by-day approach to living a healthier lifestyle. How amazing will it be to unleash hidden energies that can alleviate stress and disease in your life? You will even have more energy to write! Literally, being more active can help you overcome writer’s block and procrastination caused by fatigue.

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Mine, Forever and Always by Tammy L. Bailey Book Tour

 

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Title:   Mine, Forever and Always
Author:  Tammy L. Bailey
Published:  March 17th, 2017
Genre:  Historical Romance
Content Warning:  Some kissing and intimate scenes but no sex.
Recommended Age:  18+

Synopsis:  Just shy of fifteen years old, and during a fake and impromptu wedding ceremony, Lily Scott married her best friend’s brother, Henry Dalton.

It seemed harmless enough until he leaned in and whispered to her his true feelings, amorous words she has been unable to forget: Now you’re mine, forever and always.

Unfortunately, growing up pulls them apart and transforms Henry into a pompous scoundrel. When they meet again at a house party hosted by Henry’s sister, will Henry remember his once faithful promise to Lily?
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About the Author:
I’m a LEO wife, mother, and third-generation veteran.

I have been writing for thirteen years. My debut novel, LORD BACHELOR, earned second place in The Heart of Excellence, Reader’s Choice Award in 2016. This novel was also featured in InD’tale Magazine for receiving a Crowned Heart Review (4.5 stars). Although I enjoy the contemporary romance genre, my first love is historical romance. There’s just something about a man in a pair of Hessian boots.

When I’m not writing, I’m spending time with my husband and two boys, ages 13 and 11. Without their sacrifice and understanding, I would have never been able to pursue my passion of writing or my accomplishment of becoming a published author.
No matter what I write and read, there ALWAYS has to be a happy ending.
Excerpt from Mine, Forever and Always by Tammy L. Bailey
“Did you write the letter?”
Lily jumped and spread her gloved hand over her chest. Her heart thumped against her palm as she rotated around to face her friend. “Yes,” she answered, leaving out the fact that it no longer remained in her possession. “It’s…written.”
Jane clapped her hands like a child. “I’m sure it’s perfect, but I’ll read it later when Aunt Sophia has fallen asleep,” she whispered.
Lily glanced over at the gray-haired woman, her head bobbing one way and then the next, against a red and gold striped mahogany-framed couch. Aunt Sophia remained the preferred relative above everyone else because she always fell asleep during her sole occupation as a chaperone.
“For now, I’m trying to discover what possessed my brother to ask me to invite Miss Appleton,” Jane said, all the while smiling in their direction. “They are not together, but I do believe he chooses to associate with the most disagreeable women on purpose, just to vex me.”
Lily tried to avoid glancing in Henry’s direction by instead sending her friend a sympathetic smile. She’d always remembered Jane as being outspoken and determined. With a much larger dowry than Lily, she attracted her fair share of suitors, all of whom she tried to deflect with her infamous “parlor games.” That is until Jane had suddenly and surprisingly realized her unrecoverable love for Mr. Waverley. 
“I cannot begin to speculate about Henry’s many cordial affairs,” Jane continued, fanning her face in disgust. “Do you know that Miss Appleton is rumored to have been engaged five months ago, but the wedding was called off because of something the groom discovered but did not disclose?”
Lily pressed her lips together. While her heart had remained steadfast and loyal to Jane’s brother, he’d veered off onto a path of open debauchery. Sometime between their quiet walks in the garden, a lovely pretend wedding day, and this moment, he’d become a man she hardly recognized. What had happened to the young boy who had reached for her hand when he thought her unhappy or hurt? Perhaps she might address him as Mr. Daltrey, next time.
“Oh, good. Look, Henry’s unlatched himself from Miss Appleton and is now speaking to Mr. Waverley. I shall introduce you to him.”
Lily shook her head. “But I had hoped to have some punch.” She needed something to steady her nerves, a place to think on how to retrieve the letter. Since seeing Henry again, her heart hadn’t slowed its pace, and her hands had yet to stop shaking. Of course, when she turned away, Jane grasped one of her trembling hands, hauling her toward where Mr. Waverley and Henry stood talking, a glass of brandy in their right hands.

Author Interview

 

What was the inspiration for your story?

My first love is historical romance, and I wanted to write something that was short and sweet. When I started writing: Mine Forever and Always, Henry was my main inspiration. I was drawn in by the idea of a ‘love’ letter gone astray and a woman (Henry’s sister) whose sole purpose in life is to play matchmaker.

 

What kept you going throughout the writing process?

The characters. My books are mainly character driven where there is a lot of dialog and quick banter. Once I have an idea of the story, my favorite part is putting the characters together and seeing how they react to each other. It’s sort of like playing Barbie’s…with the imagination.

 

Who is your most meaningful character and why?

I’d like to say Lily and Henry are the most meaningful characters; however, Henry’s sister, Jane, influences the direction of the story. Her planning and scheming really bring Lily and Henry together again. She does have some help, but I won’t divulge who her conspirator is…you’ll need to read the book.

 

Can we expect to hear more from these characters in the near future?

I don’t usually write a second part to the book, but I’ve had some reviewers ask about the future of Jane and Henry’s best friend, Mr. Waverly. I’m certainly thinking of a way to bring them together, whether conventional or unconventional. For Jane, the man she meets/marries will need to be extraordinary. Her expectations are quite high, after all.

 

How has this story touched your life?

This is my first Independent project. I created the cover and had the final say on the blurb. I believe this has helped me understand the publishing process more. Although I’m not sure if I’ll publish more independent books, this was a great experience for me.

 

What motivated you to start writing?

I believe I’ve always wanted to create stories. From a very young age, I wanted to be part of creating movies and television shows. Of course, reality always has a way of intervening. I joined the military and started a family before I thought about ‘creating’ again. It wasn’t until I watched Pride and Prejudice with Colin Firth that I wanted to set down and dive into writing a book. My first project was a historical romance called, In the Arms of a Gentleman. I’m not sure if I’ll ever publish it, but I had so much fun writing the story, I just kept going. The rest is…as they say…history.

 



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Incense and Peppermints Juniper Grove Book Tour

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Title:   Incense and Peppermints
Author:  Cathrina Constantine
Published:  March 10th, 2017
Publisher:  CHBB Publishing
Genre:  YA Fiction
Content Warning:  Smoking and drug use

Synopsis:  In 1969 it was an age of peace demonstrations, sit-ins, burning of the U.S. flag, an escalation of the Vietnam War. Including the catalyst—a music revolution, flower power, hippies, marijuana, and drugs, spurring a young generation into a new decade.
Sixteen-year-old Mary believes it’s time to cut the apron strings and fly. New experiences and new friends, Mary crosses the threshold of adolescence with a bang. When her brother offers her the solution in the form of a little pill, the rumba going on in her brain should’ve been a forewarning. 

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What was the inspiration for your story?

My daughter.

I don’t believe you have to write what you know, however, one day my daughter told me just that. So, the setting and historical times of Incense and Peppermints, is something I’m familiar with. Within the context of those pages there are a few factual happenings… and the paragraphs concerning the Vietnam War are true facts.

What kept you going throughout the writing process?

Coffee

And, my memories and trying to write an exciting and inspiring story that’s also entertaining.

Who is your most meaningful character and why?

I love Michael. He is a misunderstood bad boy. The poor kid had it rough and his bad boy reputation followed him. But, he also contributed to his rep in many ways. I can’t leave spoilers, but I can say, he’s extremely gorgeous in my mind…

Can we expect to hear more from these characters in the near future?

At the present time, I don’t have plans on bringing Michael and Mary into a sequel. But sometimes the characters have the penchant to tickle my brain. So you never know.

How has this story touched your life?

Quite a bit actually. When I was writing Incense and Peppermints, I was relieving a wild and crazy time in my life: A time when the world is against you or you’re fighting an unseen battle. The teenage years are rough and kids can be bullies and nasty. It’s when your peers mold you into something that you don’t want or something that you’re not. From 13 until 18 years of age you’re testing the waters, experiencing new things and some of those new things can be deadly and unhealthy. I believe those years are the most dramatic times of a person’s life.

What motivated you to start writing?

To tell you the truth, I don’t know. I always wrote little stories when I was younger. I like to see my imagination come alive on paper, or in this instance on my laptop.

 



Excerpt from Incense and Peppermints:
September 1969


The corners of my bedroom had dulled to a muddy gray by the time my brother leaned on, or rather wobbled against, my door. His glassy eyes floated in their sockets. Stoned, again.
“Whatcha doing, Sis?” Stevie, my older brother slurred.

My gaze slipped over his pasty chest, sprinkled with wiry hair, and past his jockeys to his stick-like legs. Did he realize he was only wearing saggy underwear? Normally, I’d say gross and mock him, but only because he normally treated me like a speck of toe scum.

“Nothing much.” I slipped my diary into my sock drawer, away from prying eyes. Our parents weren’t home, and our little sister was asleep in her crib on the other side of my room.

“You need to grow up,” he said. “Here, it’s party time.” Pinched between his thumb and finger, he revealed an ordinary aspirin as if he’d procured the magic solution.

“Uh… I don’t have a headache.”

“Hey, turd. It’s not an aspirin. Stop the nerd act and get with the program. Grow up.”

Our sibling behavior toppled into the belittling and ridiculing stage. Though I figured it was his way of helping me. Yet, staring at the pill, I was interested, but a hootenanny of cymbals clashed inside my head and my sensible side screamed.

You’ll puke! I hate puking. Wasn’t it only last week Stevie was tripping and heaving guts like a water hose?

Shaking my head, I declined his kind and strange offer and tried using simple logic to get rid of him. “Not tonight. Mom and Dad will be home any minute. Go to bed. It’s late.”

 “They’ll be so-o plastered. I can’t stand them like that.” Dejected, his shoulders slouched, and his body seemed to deflate. Until he tossed the pill, saying, “Catch.”

Though he surprised me, my reflexes snapped into play, and I caught it.

“Just in case you change your mind,” he mumbled. “I guarantee a cosmic night.” His saggy underwear melted into the darkened hallway.

My inner geek gawked at the pill as if I was holding nitroglycerin.

A taste wouldn’t hurt and lapped it with my tongue. It stuck. The pill began to dissolve, tasting chalky. I panicked. Plucked it from my mouth and shoveled it under my pillow.


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About the Author:

Cathrina resides in Western New York with her husband, five children, two Labrador Retrievers and her cat, Bones. Author @chbbpublishing. Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly. When not attached to her computer, she likes to take long walks in the woods with her dogs, drink way too much coffee, and is an avid movie watcher. She loves music and doesn’t need a dance floor to shake a leg.




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Saved by the Woodsman by Eddie Cleveland

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I turned my back on society, walked off the grid and never looked back. So, why can’t I let her go?

Sawyer:

Ashley represents everything I hate in society.

A spoiled brat, a media princess, a woman who would rather record her life than live it. 

It’s people like her that are responsible for the bullshit on the internet, bullshit that cost the lives of everyone I’ve ever loved. 

But one taste of her makes me question how I could ever live in a world without her in it.

Ashley:

Sawyer offers me nothing more than a hard body and a warm bed.

He’s just an escape from my humiliation and betrayal. He can never provide me the lifestyle that I worked so hard to obtain. 

Then why am I considering throwing away my fame and fans to hide away from the world that embraced me when no one else would?

SAVED BY THE WOODSMAN is a stand-alone, full-length romance with no cliff-hangers and an HEA. This book deals with a very sexy couple who are snowed in a cabin together. With no tv, internet or distractions. The steamy scenes in this one is enough to melt the ice trapping them in that cabin! What else can they do? Intended for an 18+ audience.

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If you’re looking for billionaires or shifters, you won’t find them here. Eddie writes what he knows: bad boys, hot sex and crazy love.

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