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Presley is still determined to save his life, even as Landon’s death-date looms

Monday, October 22nd, 2018

 

Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She’s a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her “set-ups” have resulted in marriages. 
 
After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she’s not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger. 

Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She’s been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She’s lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she’s reading past bedtime.
 
True love doesn’t always mean a happy ending. Presley and Landon finally have a chance at a real relationship when they travel back in time, but their leap backward to two months before his accident has altered reality: Landon has no memory of Presley. 
 
Hurt and lonely, Presley is still determined to save his life, even as Landon’s death-date looms. He’s alive for now, but nothing is like it was . . . Before.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Snippet:
“Why don’t we just start from the
beginning, bud,” my mom says. “But before we do, I just want to say that your
dad and I are worried that the pressure is getting to you. You’ve just come off
the X Games. The Olympics are around the corner. Nobody would blame you if you
need a break. You’re more important to us than any of this.”
          My dad cuts in, “Son, we want you to
be happy, so if you want out, we can pull the plug today.”
          A lump swells in my throat. I know
how much my career has meant to my dad. He got me my first set of skis when I
was two. All of the months and years we’ve spent on the slopes. All the places
we’ve traveled. Sacrifices he’s made to make my dreams happen. And now, just
like that, he’s willing to let it all go because he’s worried about me.

 

          Could it be the pressure? Could the
stress be causing me to imagine things that aren’t real or forget things that
are? That doesn’t feel right.
 

 

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He’s alive for now, but nothing is like it was . . . Before

Monday, October 22nd, 2018

 

Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She’s a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her “set-ups” have resulted in marriages. 
 
After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she’s not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger. 

Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She’s been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She’s lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she’s reading past bedtime.
 
True love doesn’t always mean a happy ending. Presley and Landon finally have a chance at a real relationship when they travel back in time, but their leap backward to two months before his accident has altered reality: Landon has no memory of Presley. 
 
Hurt and lonely, Presley is still determined to save his life, even as Landon’s death-date looms. He’s alive for now, but nothing is like it was . . . Before.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Snippet:
“Why don’t we just start from the
beginning, bud,” my mom says. “But before we do, I just want to say that your
dad and I are worried that the pressure is getting to you. You’ve just come off
the X Games. The Olympics are around the corner. Nobody would blame you if you
need a break. You’re more important to us than any of this.”
          My dad cuts in, “Son, we want you to
be happy, so if you want out, we can pull the plug today.”
          A lump swells in my throat. I know
how much my career has meant to my dad. He got me my first set of skis when I
was two. All of the months and years we’ve spent on the slopes. All the places
we’ve traveled. Sacrifices he’s made to make my dreams happen. And now, just
like that, he’s willing to let it all go because he’s worried about me.

 

          Could it be the pressure? Could the
stress be causing me to imagine things that aren’t real or forget things that
are? That doesn’t feel right.
 

 

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This event has changed me. I no longer wish for things, I live for them

Thursday, August 30th, 2018
He
Was
by
Thomas William Lowrie
Genre:
Historical Suspense
 
Ever
had one of those days, how about one of those weeks? If you haven’t,
you are missing out. I spent years priding myself in the fact that I
was always with it, I always had my wits about me, until that day. My
life changed and not just a little. I became someone else, someone
who was far stronger than I am, someone who I could only hope to be.
Ray Lafayette was a man who was neither rich nor famous yet I lived
every day to see what he would do next. The fear I experienced in
that time only made the happiness that much more exiting. I have
heard the statement “Don’t judge a man until you walk a mile in
his shoes.” I walked many miles in his and can say with pride
that he and all others from his time were the greatest, all colors,
all nationalities, young and old, men and women alike. It may sound
great to know the future but there is a dark side to it, an almost
unbearable side. Your eyes will be opened to things your mind may not
handle.This event has changed me. I no longer wish for things, I live
for them.
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life, but his best memories are of the days fishing in South Texas.
Summer vacations were the best. That is also where he found his
best friend and wife, Tina. He could not have done any of this
without her. Of course, Ray pecking at his brain for years had
something to do with it too.
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Presley Hale has no idea the guy she just told off, died in a drowning accident four months ago

Friday, July 20th, 2018

 

Catina worked her way through college as a TV reporter and a dating game show host. She’s a sucker for Young Adult romance stories (both real and make-believe). She has a panache for match-making and loves that many of her “set-ups” have resulted in marriages. 
 
After spending most of her adult life in Las Vegas, Catina traded in tumbleweeds for earthquakes and now lives with her husband and four children near San Diego, California. If she’s not home, chances are you can find her at the beach, Disneyland or In-N-Out Burger. 

Angela Larkin writes clean teen romance and is a big fan of kissing (in life and in books). She’s been a gold miner, a pool cleaner, a mannequin dresser, and a teacher. She’s lived a true romance: meeting her husband in a case of mistaken identity. They recently moved with their four children from the sparkling city of Las Vegas to the shade of the North Carolina Pines. Chances are, she’s reading past bedtime.
 
“Dangerous. Wrong.
She could be so close to finding out who I really am, and I don’t want to think about how badly that could damage her. If I have any conscience, I’ll turn and run. But I can’t let her go.”
Presley Hale has no idea the guy she just told off in the school parking lot died in a drowning accident four months ago. Why would she? It’s not like she knows she can see the dead. Stunned by Presley’s sixth sense, Landon Blackwood rethinks his planned departure and begins tracking her to find answers to their mysterious connection.

When their complicated relationship turns dangerous, they learn that tampering with the boundaries of death comes with consequences. Can Landon save Presley from the insidious spirits who have marked her for death, or was their love doomed from the beginning?

 
 
 
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Snippet:
“Seriously? Eggs?” I’d meant that to remain a private rant. Oops.
Several nearby classmates watched me appraise my Jeep, which I could see even from across the parking lot, dripped with yellow slime. This was just the latest slap in the face of my first week at Truckee High.
My first day of school, someone was kind enough to smear a roast beef hoagie on my windshield. It took five bucks in quarters at the do-it-yourself car wash to clean off the mayo haze.
Day three. After P.E., my clothes disappeared from the girls’ locker room forcing me to finish out the day in my uniform. These small-town punks made it hard to fly under the radar. I just wanted to get my senior year done and get out of this place.
Most people would be furious at these anonymous jerks. But I was madder at my mom for moving Chase and me two weeks before my senior year started.
“It’s a great opportunity, Pres,” she’d said. For who? I could live with the change, but this was going to be hard on Chase.
It wasn’t that Truckee, California didn’t have its perks. At the very least it was different from Vegas. Towering Ponderosa pines covered the mountains and enveloped every structure in town. Like they gave permission for each building to exist, but they loomed, threatening to reclaim the real estate. I’d smiled at the first of many baby pine trees I’d noticed growing like weeds in the cracks of the sidewalks.
Truckee was pretty quiet with school back in session but I could tell by the rows of ski rental shops and paddle board stores that winter and summer would be a different story. Lake Tahoe, with its freakishly clear blue water, was a pleasant surprise, as I’d spent the last two years in the Mojave Desert where the only nearby lake was a carp-filled stink hole. Cool town. Not-so-cool people.
Taking a deep breath and pulling my shoulders back, I walked to my Jeep. The tell-tale sting of tears betrayed me as eggshells crunched under my shoes. Trying to appear casual and composed, I pulled a hair band from my wrist and gathered my uncooperative curls into a top knot. I turned my back on a group of eager spectators, and hefted my bag onto an egg-free patch of hood to dig for my keys. My phone vibrated. I ignored it.
Of course my keys were lost in the black abyss of my backpack.  I felt unwelcomed eyes on me as I searched. Finally, with keys in hand I opened the door and hurled my bag onto the passenger seat. 
Then, I caught sight of a face I hadn’t seen before. 
A good eight to ten cars away, he stood at the edge of the parking lot in the shade of the pines, arms folded across his chest, and studied me like some nightclub bouncer who was handed a fake I.D. (If bouncers looked like raven-haired H&M models.) The boy was shameless. He stared, unabashedly, and the longer he looked at me, the more flattered I felt.
That is, until I realized what he was probably looking for a reaction to my messed up Jeep. Wasn’t that what the girls behind me were smugly discussing? Wasn’t that why those freshman boys avoided eye contact when I walked by?
My cheeks flamed and I surprised myself by yelling across the lot at him, “What? What are you looking at?”
He flinched and unfolded his arms. His eyes locked onto mine and I matched him.
“Yeah, you!” I jabbed my chin in the air. Bring it dude.
His eyes narrowed, and then he started toward me. An older man I hadn’t noticed before quickly grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him back. The boy became upset and jerked free. They argued. The man put both palms up in a gesture of pleading. The boy turned and glared at me once more, then charged toward me in strong, quick strides.
My gut seized at his fierce gaze and swift approach. A split decision of fight or flight. Flight. Definitely flight.
His gait quickened. I nearly dropped the keys uttering a couple of son-of-a’s, before I got the key into the ignition. The engine growled.
I slammed the lock down with my palm and hazarded a look. With only a pane of glass dividing us, his gaze bored through me. But behind his intense stare I thought I detected more. Confusion? Distress?
Surprisingly, an arrow of sympathy pierced me. My hand gripped the shifter – frozen, unable it seemed to pull it into reverse.
His eyes held me, almost . . . imploring?
I wavered, but finally tore my eyes from his and accidentally hit the gas before pulling the shifter into gear. The tires squealed as I ripped out of my parking spot. A slouched boy yanked his friend’s shirt back as I narrowly missed them. As I burned through the rows of parked cars, a few bystanders shouted something to the effect of, “Watch it, psycho!”
I looked for my pursuer in the rear-view mirror, and saw his figure, distorted by the dribbles of dried egg on my back window. He stood there, the only still figure in a swarm of activity, and watched me drive away.

 

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If it means flying in the face of custom and propriety…

Monday, June 19th, 2017
RIVER
QUEEN ROSE
by
Shirley Kennedy
Genre: Historical Romance
Pub. Date: 12/26/2017
 
The
ramshackle River Queen Hotel is home to vagabonds, gamblers, and
heathens—and now, to new widow Rose Peterson. The rundown Gold Rush
establishment is the only thing her late husband, Emmet, left her.
Despite its raucous saloon and ladies of the evening, Rose can see
the hotel’s potential. Her late husband’s family claim that
sheltered Rose isn’t capable of running the Sacramento inn herself.
But she is determined to make a new life for herself and her young
daughter, even if it means flying in the face of custom and
propriety. She feels as if she hasn’t a friend in the world.
Except,
perhaps, one. Decatur “Deke” Fleming, a tall, lanky Australian
who once served as Emmet’s farmhand. Pride prevents Deke from
revealing his moneyed past; conscience keeps him from confessing his
feelings for the still grieving widow. But when Rose is tempted by
wealthy civic leader and hotel owner Mason Talbot, Deke may be the
only person who can save her—and the one man capable of reviving
her bruised and battered heart . . .
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Shirley Kennedy was born and raised in
Fresno, California. In her early career as an author, Shirley wrote
traditional Regency romances, one for Ballantine, the rest for
Signet. Later on, she branched into other genres. She lives in Las
Vegas, Nevada, with her older daughter, Dianne, and Brutus and
Sparky, her two editorial assistants who love to nap in the sunshine
next to her computer while she works on her next book. Please visit
Shirley at shirleykennedy.com, or follow her Twitter account
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Can you ever outrun a broken heart?

Monday, September 21st, 2015
Lisa, how long have you been writing? 

About 5 years.

Tell us where you were born and where do you live now.

Born in Alexandria, VA and currently reside in Frederick, MD

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How do you know the idea is good enough to write a book about it? 

That’s tough. Probably when I know the beginning and the end. All I have to do is fill in everything in between!

Who has made the greatest difference for you as a writer?

The best answer is it’s Danyelle Ferguson’s fault for getting me involved in this crazy writing thing.

What is the name of your book?

Vocal Crush.

Tell us more about it. Perhaps a back cover blurb.

Can you ever out run a broken heart?

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