THE NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP

Welcome to the NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP!!

What is a blog hop? Basically, it’s a way for readers to discover authors new to them. I hope you’ll find new-to-you authors whose works you enjoy. On this stop on the blog hop, you’ll find a bit of information on me and one of my books and links to five other authors you can explore!

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         First Published Book                                                            Latest Release

My gratitude to fellow author, Christine Steendam, for inviting me to participate in this event. You can click the following links to learn more about Christine Steendam. and her books.

Christine’s blog: Caffeine & Contemplation- chrissteen.wordpress.com

Christine’s Facebook: facebook.com/authorchristine.s

Christine’s Twitter: @chrissteen1991

In this blog hop, my fellow authors and I, in our respective blogs, have answered ten questions about our current book or work-in-progress (giving you a sneak peek). We’ve also included some behind-the-scenes information about how and why we write what we write–the characters, inspirations, plotting and other choices we make. I hope you enjoy it!

Please feel free to comment and share your thoughts and questions. Here is my Next Big Thing!

1: What is the working title of your book?
The working title for Fatal Jealousy was Trust, Love & Death.
2: Where did the idea come from for the book?
I was watching a crime shows and there was this man who killed his sister for money. Then I thought about applying that dynamic on twin sisters, but not for money but a man. Then throw in another woman, one who’d considered herself this man’s girlfriend. Throw in three women in a ring, set the prize as a sexy FBI agent and blood gets spilt.
3: What genre does your book come under?
Crime Romance

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Tia and Tamera as Ellsa and Ellie Jabari

4: Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
The role of the twins Ellie and Ellsa Jabari would be Tia and Tamera Mowry and FBI Agent Dale Carson would be Shemar Moore. For Gwen, the third woman I’m not sure yet but I’m open for suggestions. She’s a red head, very beautiful, a bad ass but very calculating and cynical and of course an all round bitch, like Ellsa.

 

 
5: What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned

6: Is your book self-published, published by an independent publisher, or represented by an agency?
Both my released books are published by an independent publisher, 5 Prince Publishing
7: How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Around six months then editing took another three months before publishing
8: What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Nicky Charles’s The Mating. They both have a jealous woman, Marla, who kills those she believed betrayed her. The man, Kane the cause of this jealous fit is hot with eyes for the other woman. And of course the unsuspecting sweet woman, Elise, gives the jealous woman a second chance only to be her last victim.
9: Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I just thought of sibling rivalry on a higher scale.
10: What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
The love story between Dale and Ellie and how they both ease in to family life, something they both had not planned on and finally how they deal with the aftermath of all the murders. Their lives have changed and there is no fairytale ending to their love story. Like all my books I try to keep the story especially the ending as realistic as possible.

 

Work In Progress and Contest.

I am running a contest for my next series The Albury Affairs.

Has anyone been to Italy? If you have, tell me about the best place you visited and what you loved most about it.

I’ve never been (seriously campaigning for my mom to send me) and I’d like to use your favorite places, why you loved them and if it was a romantic trip what you felt. I love reading stuff that inspire emotion.

The best description will be featured in my book HER VENICE AFFAIR and the writer will have a special mention with their picture (if they have any available) in the place they described in the book.

If you are new to my page, Like and comment on this post and inbox me. Spread the word and get as many entries as possible.

There will be another contest for the second and third books in the ALBURY AFFAIRS series HIS BAHAMAS AFFAIR and HIS PARIS AFFAIR.

*If you would like for your story to be featured on the site http://tmdangel.wix.com/chrisitnaow#!news-and-events/c1pz please express so in the email.

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Below you will find authors who will be joining me virtually, via blog. Please be sure to bookmark their sites, and add them to your calendars for updates on their upcoming books! Happy Writing and Reading!

1. Chris Kridler: http://www.chriskridler.com

2. Christine Edwards – YA author

3. Denise Moncrief – Romantic suspense author

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M. J. Kane

Today I welcome another talented author with 5 Prince Publishing, Denise Moncrief, as she shares a bit about herself, her writing process, and wonderful advice for aspiring authors!

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 Welcome, Denise!

What inspired you to write?

I began devouring every book I could get my hands on in high school. I’ve been a prolific reader ever since. All of that reading has fed my imagination. For years my daydreaming made me feel somewhat guilty. I had no problem imagining myself in other places, with other people, doing other things. One day I got the idea of channeling all my daydreaming into a manuscript. That was nine, maybe ten years ago, and since then I’ve been writing practically non-stop with only a few short sabbaticals due to a recalcitrant muse refusing to cooperate and give me a fresh spurt of inspiration.

What genre do you write? Did you choose it, or did…

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M. J. Kane

With today’s economy, jobs are scarce. No matter what the news reports as the number jobs available, you and I know it’s different when you walk outside your door. You can’t help but think, ‘Really? Where’s that at?’ Over the past few years, I have heard and seen countless numbers of friends who have lost their jobs due to company downsizing, budget cuts, and various other reasons. They have had to fight for unemployment and take jobs with major pay cuts in order to make ends meet. Or worse, if they still have a job, the amount of hours worked is cut drastically, reducing the amount of their take-home pay.

Let’s be real: having skills outside of just having a degree is what it takes to make it today.

Being able to make a living performing services no one thinks about and owning your own business while doing so is…

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KENYAN&HERLOVERS

WHEELMAN’S PRESS will be publishing my fantasy trilogy THE AWAKENING sometime this year.  Take a look at the first installment.

Kellan wlis an underworld demon. He resurfaces on earth to kill two hunters who seem to have found his weakness. Years later he finds this girl and he feels this supernatural bond to her. They start hanging out together as friends and their relationship soon turns physical. Kellan later on comes across the family of hunters and then he finds out that the girl Sloan’s parents were the same one he killed years back. Kellan is surprised that she survived his venom. He asks her to show him his scar and there he can see the impression his nails left on her skin. He feels this need to keep her close and safe not only because he likes her but also because he knows that she is the key to…

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New Series…. THE ALBURY AFFAIRS

ALBURY AFFAIRS

This is a new series that I’ve just began.

The first book, HER VENICE AFFAIR is about Riana Albury, The second, HIS BAHAMAS AFFAIR is about Reno Albury.

There might be a third book but I’m not so sure. We’ll see what the future holds.

It’s about two siblings Riana and Reno Albury who came to America with their mother Cora Davis who ran away from her New Providence home after she was confronted by her lover’s wife.

After their mother’s death and Reno’s deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only gets worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed. Distraught and tired of always been the good girl, she takes a billioniare up on his offer to go to Venice with him.

What could possibly go wrong?

More details will be made available for both books soon.

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CONTEST!!!!

Has anyone been to Italy? If you have, tell me about the best place you visited and what you loved most about it.

I’ve never been (seriously campaigning for my mom to send me) and I’d like to use your favorite places, why you loved them and if it was a romantic trip what you felt. I love reading stuff that inspire emotion.

The best description will be featured in my book HER VENICE AFFAIR and the writer will have a special mention with their picture (if they have any available) in the place they described in the book.

leave your comments on the post and send me an email. Spread the word and get as many entries as possible.

There will be another contest for the second and third books in the ALBURY AFFAIRS series HIS BAHAMAS AFFAIR and HIS PARIS AFFAIR.

KENYAN&HERLOVERS

What do you do when you have committed the ultimate no no? You keep the secret for as long as you can.
Charlie Montgomery has kept her child a secret for six years. But when push comes to shove she has to bring in her baby’s father to help her.
Reece Morgan wanted it all, the family, the house with the white picket fence and maybe a dog. But all that is taken away from him in a night. The woman he thought was his future just abandoned him.

ce6Charlie Montgomery has always wanted to be a star in her own right. The only child of a General in the joint chief of staff, she is tired of living in the shadow of her father. Tired that the only reason why the F.B.I let her in was to appease her father. But when she is there she meets a roguish…

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A Heart Broken By Sara Barnard

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.combooks@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/Historical/Romance

Release Date: January 11, 2013

Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-24-0

Print ISBN 13: 978-1-939217-25-7

Purchase link :www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

A Heart Broken

How much grief can a heart bear before being tested to the ultimate limit?  The War is over, Charlotte and Sanderson are reunited, and life is good … until the Army comes knocking.  They have charged Sanderson with the murder of his former captor, the despicable Lieutenant Lantz who swore to kill him and Jackson. After a make-believe trial, Sanderson is sentenced to “hang by the neck until dead” – unless he can track down and kill the notorious outlaw William Quantrill with the help of SGT Jerry Thomas, who still may be in love with Charlotte.  While Sanderson is on his blood mission, Charlotte miscarries the baby he wasn’t even aware existed.  In addition to battling her grief over the loss of their unborn baby, Charlotte must also battle a rash of hydrophobia that threatens the countryside –Sanderson included.

Bio for Sara Barnard:

Sara Barnard, author of the historical fiction series, An Everlasting Heart, has been reading children’s books her whole life. First, she read then as a child then she read them to her four beautiful children! Sara has her Bachelor’s degree in history, has had her work included in numerous anthologies, and has written several other books to date. Sara and her family make their home in the historic hills of Oklahoma along with their three dogs, three cats, and eight chickens.

Author Contact Info:

www.sarabarnardbooks.com is Sara’s website

sarathreesuns.blogspot.com is where she occasionally blogs about life as a Mommy of four and wife to a Drill Sergeant.

@TheSaraBarnard on Twitter

www.facebook.com/sara.barnard6 on Facebook

sarathreesuns@gmail.com

Excerpt from A Heart Broken:

“Don’t die till we get to have some fun, girl.” Samuel’s whiskey-ruined voice was hot in Charlotte’s ear. Somewhere behind her, Dean’s maniacal laughter pulsated with cruelty. The Bowie knife grew closer to her face, but with her arms lashed behind her, Charlotte could only watch in helpless terror as the promise of death drew nearer.

“Sanderson!” she screamed, just before the icy blade met the skin of her neck.

“I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” Sanderson murmured into her hair. His arm, muscled and tanned, tightened around her middle. His voice was thick with sleep. “Was it that dream again?”

She sat up and traced the knife scar at the base of her neck. The air was crisp in their loft and a rash of goose bumps immediately cropped up on her exposed skin. “It was one of them. The knife one. I always wake up before they kill me, but I swear,” Charlotte shook her head to clear the nightmare from her mind, “it gets scarier every time.”

“They’ll get worse before they get better.” Sanderson propped himself up on an elbow and ran his hand down her thigh before continuing, “Mine are pretty bad right now, too. But when I wake up and look at you, I know I’m home.”

She returned his mischievous smile.

“We’ve been through a lot these past few years. Figure it’ll take our brains a little while to catch up with our bodies. The bad dreams are just our way of getting there, as I see it.” He twined his fingers through hers. “You know how I know that I’m really home?” He tugged her down close.

“How’s that?”

“I can do this.” With his free hand, he cupped the side of her face. That familiar spark blazed to life within her chest before their lips met. She closed her eyes. Softly, his kiss found her cheek, then her lips. Trembling, she let herself be taken over by her husband’s sensual caress.

“Wait, what about Minerva? Won’t she hear us?” Charlotte’s eyes were still closed. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if they’d been right to offer Minerva and baby Jay Jay their extra room. Certainly, having an empty house in moments such as these would be optimal. She pushed the thought away as quickly as it had come. Minerva was her sister-in-law, and she couldn’t imagine everyday life without tiny Jay Jay. After all, she had brought him into the world and only Aunt Charlotte could calm him down deep in those colicky nights.

Sanderson’s breath was warm in her ear, “They went out early this morning.”

Satisfied that they were alone and talk time was over, Charlotte met Sanderson’s kiss with passionate ferocity. His skin, roughened by time spent in Alton Confederate Prison, glided against hers naturally, like water over smooth river pebbles.

Finally, my love is home. I’m complete as long as he is near.

The front door squeaked open, and Minerva’s voice wafted upstairs. “Jay Jay, such a fussy boy today. Come, I’ll feed you in our room.”

Quietly, Sanderson tucked the rose-patterned quilt up over their heads as Charlotte stifled a giggle. “We were alone,” she mouthed.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

Minerva’s door clunked shut, and baby Jay Jay’s threatening whimpers ceased a moment later.

Charlotte flung back the covers. “Maybe we can continue this tonight?”

“As you wish, Mrs. Redding.”

A pounding at the door tore their gazes from each other.

“Who in the world would come calling this early in the morning?” Charlotte wondered aloud.

“I’ll get it,” Sanderson called, pulling on his britches. His voice echoed in their quaint, stone cottage.

“I’m closer,” Minerva answered. “Jay Jay is too tired to sleep.” She clomped across the floor with the infant nestled in the crook of her arm.

Charlotte peered over the edge of the loft. “Good morning, Minerva. Is Jay Jay ready for his Aunt Charlotte?”

Si, he is.” Minerva smiled and rested her hand on the doorknob. “We picked some carrots this morning. Let’s make a stew tonight.” She hefted the door open.

An unfamiliar voice boomed, “Captain Sanderson Redding!”

Sanderson froze, his shirt only half buttoned. The cold fingers of fear squeezed Charlotte’s stomach until bile rose into her throat.

“Um, ah, um,” Minerva stammered. Jay Jay began to wail again.

Charlotte dashed to the window. “Soldiers! They’re everywhere Sanderson!” She whirled, eyes wide. “Can we make it to the cave underneath Sunshine Rock where I hid from the Yankees?”

He inched to the wall and peeked out the window. Reaching out to Charlotte, he pulled her close. “There’s no way. They’re even in the trees. Every rifle out there is trained on our house, just waiting for me to make a run for it.”

“We know he’s in there, so cough him up before we come in and search the place!”

Sanderson started toward the ladder.

“No! Please, we have to try!” Hysteria was threatening to overwhelm Charlotte to such an extent that she didn’t feel like herself at all. “Please!”

“I have to turn myself in, for all our sakes. We don’t know who pointed them our way, or even why they’re here.” He began to climb down, so Charlotte started after him. She grasped the rungs and rested her head against them. Her stomach lurched and her knees threatened to give way.

Sanderson plucked her from the ladder. She clasped his hand, and they stepped to the door together. Minerva moved behind them, the baby whimpering in her arms. Their eyes met for a moment.

“Captain Sanderson Redding?” An Army officer in blue stepped forward, a scroll in his hands.

“Good morning, gentlemen. How can I help you?” Sanderson’s voice was cool and ever polite, but his grip tightened on her hand. Charlotte tried to count the soldiers, but more kept appearing from the woods.

“Captain Redding, on behalf of the United States of America, I hereby charge you with the murder of Lieutenant Robbinson Lantz.” Sanderson’s eyes widened. “Also got a list of other lesser crimes, but they don’t really matter since you gonna hang for murder anyway.”

Also Writer of 5 Prince Publishing’s first children’s book Chunky Sugars

 

Soul Mind By Doug Simpson

The Dacque Chronicles

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Book 1 Soul Awakening

Soul Rescue - Doug Simpson

Book 2 Soul Recue

Book 3 Soul Mind

Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.combooks@5princebooks.com

Genre: Fiction/General/Christian/Fantasy/Romance/Paranormal/Ghost/Visionary & Metaphysical

Release Date: January 10, 2013

Digital ISBN ISBN 13:978-1-939217-26-4 10:1939217261

Print ISBN ISBN 13: 978-1-9-939217-27-1  10:193921727x

Purchase link :www.5princebooks.com/buy.htm

Soul Mind

Dacque LaRose, a genuine good-guy and Good Samaritan, was accustomed to being visited by and communicating with disembodied spirits as he carried out his occasional assignments received from the Heavenly Powers. His latest spirit visit went miles beyond anything he would have ever imagined. The spirit of a former acquaintance and recent murder victim joined Dacque one morning on his favorite park bench and asked him to assist in solving his murder as the local authorities were getting nowhere, through no fault of their own but due to a lack of any substantial evidence in the case.

Dacque had absolutely no idea how he could be of assistance in solving a murder, but he was accustomed to receiving his Heavenly assignments one installment at a time so he knew the steps he would be expected to follow would appear in due course.

Dacque’s new assignment proved exciting and educational as the spirit of the murdered acquaintance gladly explained to Dacque and his detective friend the inner workings of the Soul Mind or subconscious mind.

 

Excerpt from Soul Mind:

Dacque LaRose exited from the 7th Street Apartment Complex, on the chilly Monday morning in January, and walked north on 7th Street. He preferred to take morning walks, as often as he could, unless there was a specific reason to alter this routine, such as accommodating the schedule of a walking companion. On the days that he walked alone, and had no urgent errands to attend to, in order to spice-up his morning journeys he developed a routine where he alternated his starting direction between north and south. Walking east and west were not options, at least when he left his apartment complex. Sunday morning had been a south day, making Monday a north day.

Part two of Dacque’s walking regimen incorporated his desire to walk continuously, as in without stopping, on his outward journey. To achieve this in the small, southern city of Anywhere, he allowed the street lights and stop signs to direct his destinations. If he faced a red light, he went left or right. A stop sign gave him the third option of continuing ahead, if traffic permitted. There were days when he stubbornly circled the same block a time or two, before he was able to eventually escape through a green light, but he achieved his goal of not stopping.

On this chilly Monday morning Dacque encountered his first red light at Olive Avenue, so he crossed 7th on the green and continued west along Olive until he was faced with a another red light at 10th Street. He chose to cross Olive on the green light and go north again, but before he was half way across the light turned yellow. Dacque hot-footed it to the curb, and then crossed 10th Street on the green light. He loved it when the traffic signals led him into this section of the city. By choice, Dacque turned north and walked along the west side of 10th street, catching a green light at Lime Avenue. One of the most beautiful spots in the city of Anywhere, in his opinion anyway, was MacDunnah Park, located at the corner of 10th Street and Lime Avenue. Dacque entered the park at the south-east corner and took the East Path north to the Central Path, where he caught the Central Circle Path.

The Central Circle Path, as its name implied, circled the center of the Park where many park benches and the most-beautiful flower gardens were located, at least in the seasons when they were in bloom. Dacque stopped, not because he was tired, but because he came upon what he and Dani Christian, a good friend and sometimes walking partner, referred to as ‘our bench,’ as it was on this bench that they had first met almost a year earlier when he was directed by the little voice he sometimes heard in his ear from the other side, or one of God’s messengers as he liked to believe. Now, whenever Dacque or Dani, together or alone, passed by ‘our bench,’ they always stopped and sat for a few minutes in silent meditation. There is a story that goes with this routine, obviously, but it will keep for another day.

After a five to ten minute period of silent meditation on ‘our bench,’ Dacque opened his eyes and his heart skipped more than a beat when he saw Rolland Jones sitting on the other end of the bench. What made this event so startling was the fact that Rolland Jones had died two months previously as the result of a swift blow to the head from an old tire iron wielded by a yet unidentified servant of the Devil. Dacque caught his breath and regained his composure, in rather short order. This was not the first time that he had encountered a departed spirit, which made the initial shock easier to neutralize. “Hello, Rolland,” Dacque said, “I am truly pleased to see you again.”

“Hello, Dacque,” Rolland’s spirit responded. “It looks like you won the ‘survival of the soul’ debate we were involved in a few months ago.”

Dacque could not refrain from laughing no matter how hard he tried. “I am sorry about that, but it was impossible to stifle it. I am sure you know that I truly wish I could have won the debate in some way other than this way, believe me.”

“Don’t feel too bad,” Rolland’s spirit replied. “I know, now, that it was simply my time to go. Karma can be a bugger, sometimes. Please tell Daphne that you saw me, and that I want her to get on with her life as best she can. Our time together is over, at least in her current lifetime, but I suspect that our souls will decide to incarnate together again in the future as we apparently have some unresolved issues to deal with. She was the determined believer in reincarnation, as you know perfectly well, so I suspect that she will be delighted to hear that I am still around, so to speak.”

“I will do that,” Dacque assured him.

“I dropped in to visit you today, to ask for your assistance in finding my murderer. The police are getting nowhere with the case, at least at this point in time. It’s not really their fault. The culprit who clobbered me with the tire iron did not leave them a lot of useful clues. The police may be barking up all of the wrong trees. That’s where you come in.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“Time will answer that for us. For starters though, will you see if you can come up with a connection or contact to the police investigation? We both understand that you cannot just walk into the cop-shop and tell them that the departed spirit of the victim told you who the probable murderer was, so we will need to work on this one step at a time.”

“Your logic is good. I’m not acquainted with any of the local police officers, but I do know a couple of people who might have some connections. Let me work on it and see if I can locate your contact for you,” Dacque replied. “I suspect that you realize that many people are unable to see spirits. For some reason, God has seen fit to bless me with the ability to see and communicate with spirits, but I would guess that I am part of a rather small minority there. Do you have any knowledge, now that you are in spirit form again, whether our police contact will be able to see and communicate with you, or will you expect me to be your go-between with this contact person throughout the investigative process?”

“As you obviously know, Dacque, I am rather new to the spirit world on this go-around, but I do have the priceless benefit of my soul memory from all of my past experiences in your world as well as here in the spirit world. Apparently the level of soul development of each human’s soul determines their abilities to communicate with us on this side. I am probably not telling you anything that you are not already aware of as I knew from our conversations, while in body, that your soul was developed sufficiently to be able to see and talk to us. So, to answer your question, the soul development of our contact will be the primary determinant as to whether this individual will be able to communicate with me directly, or whether we will require you to be our translator or go-between.”

“I understand completely,” Dacque assured Rolland’s spirit. “Is there anything else that I should be aware of at this time?”

“I don’t think so, but I am still slowly getting used to existing in spirit form again, and I am not certain if I have reacquired my entire spiritual abilities earned through previous experiences. I know my soul memory seems to be complete, but my soul reasoning may be a little out of practice. I’ll keep in touch,” the spirit of Rolland Jones, replied, and then disappeared.

 

M. J. Kane

Please welcome fellow 5 Prince Publishing author, Christina OW. She has recently published her second novel, Fatal Jealousy  If you haven’t read her first novel, Star Bright,  take the time and buy a copy of this 5 Star Reviewed novel!

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Welcome, Christina!

What inspired you to write?

My love for reading novels started a very long time, about when I was 10 or 11. I was in awe of how a person’s imagination could just take form and fill up pages. I loved the fact that I would read the words and watch it play out in my mind. Some of the books became way more interesting than watching TV!

I’m a person who lives in her head more than the outside world because off all the stories in my head.  So I figured maybe I should put down all the stories I had in my head on paper, and share…

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