Friday, June 17, 2016

Are you an Emma?

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Are you an Emma?

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Then your room would look like this.

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This is where you'd hang out.

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Your best friend would drive this.

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You'd fall in love with . . .

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But really he's . . .
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And most of all this.

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To be together you'll have to escape . . .

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And this . . .

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And above all, this.

Thank you, and have a great Friday!

All three books in The Soul Seekers series are available at Amazon.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Oh I wish, I wish that I had . . .

You knew I'd post this video eventually, right? The reason I waited was because I didn't base my character Jesse off Rick Springfield, and Emma isn't exactly that kind of girl, so let's just get that straight. But I did base the two of them off some of the rock dudes from the 80s and their girlfriends. I see Jesse as being much more vulnerable, maybe more punk and goth--until he sells out later *pout.* He gets a perm. You don't know how much I loved and yet hated writing that part.

Actually, if you think about it, this song would be from William's viewpoint. He's in the 60s wishing he still had Emma, he knows she's with Jesse and yet he can't do anything about it because she has to make up her mind. So, just picture a Ward Cleaver dude crooning this song, or maybe more like Frank Sinatra: Shoobie Doobie, I wish I had that cat Jesse's chick . . .

Side note: my sister and I shared a room growing up, and on the wall behind her bed she'd tacked a poster of Rick Springfield. Someone gave it to her and she sort of liked it, sort of didn't, but mostly she liked Duran Duran. All I know is there was a large amount of time to waste while taping songs off Casey Kasem's weekly countdown (twice on Sundays) and I would sit on her bed and stare at that poster so much it eventually ingrained itself into my retinas. Mostly I remember I liked his jeans, lol. The other thing I know is that rock music was my childhood. At the pool, in the car, at a friend's house, in my room, in the kitchen--all rock. In many ways I understand Jesse (not just the Jesse in the song--the Jesse in the book) because he was my best friend growing up. Invisible, but true.

Hope you have a great Sunday. It's getting hot out there!

Friday, June 10, 2016

A chance to catch up . . .

I hope you are all having a fabulous Friday! If you haven't read The Time Seekers yet, and would still like to, it is currently free over at Now, I know many people don't do e-books yet, and I totally understand, however, it's easier than you think to download the kindle app. Here's a link on how to do that, or you can download it to your phone or tablet super easy by way of the app store.

To my sadness, The Time Seekers hasn't gotten nearly the same amount of readership as The Soul Seekers. Personally, I always felt it had a great premise: a ghost-guy from the 1950s falls in love with a girl from the 1970s. People talk about how difficult relationships are—the struggles of two people with separate ideals, values, wants, needs, etc.—well, how about not knowing if your love interest is currently in the same decade as you, mentally or physically! How about that for a challenge? I love the conversations Emma and William had, how childish they both were at times (dishes, laundry, male-female roles, jealousy . . .)  And then there was a third party, Jesse. Jesse, who was every bit of a ghost as William, haunting Emma with guilt and memories every day until his return. When he comes back, the entire story is thrown into a pit of fire. I know the world loves their Dan Brown and Mary Higgins Clark, but I love obscure books in the back of the library that have gathered years of dust. The Time Seekers is exactly that kind of book, haha.

Thank you for stopping by and have a wonderful weekend!

Sunday, June 5, 2016

And now, something about the girl

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My main character Emma starts things off getting mugged in Times Square, which, if you will pardon the cliche, is the final straw that broke the camel's back. Past events have turned her from bitter lemon to battery acid, and now a thug's gonna run off with her purse on New Year's Eve? Already in grief over the decision she had to make in a time-travel experiment gone wrong, she sneers at and bears life as it comes, sporting a very rough pixie cut, bright red lips and enough black eyeliner to make a racoon jealous. And then there's Jesse, the biggest calamity of all. But Emma likes calamity. It keeps her sane.

Emma's mad, and Emma doesn't want to be hugged or coddled, and she doesn't want to be lied to. Jesse can be as much of a jerk as he likes, as long as he's honest about it. Mostly he's a good kid, if not a tad reckless—in a stupid and endearing kind of way. Anyway, who cares? There's no mother, no father, no one to tell Emma what to do. She and Jesse shack up in a tiny apartment and are every bit the 'rock and roll' duo. He's rebellious and dangerous, and her heart is like a block of ice: nothing hurts, nothing gets through.

Ice melts.

Years later, Emma is married with children. Holed up in an Aspen mansion amid the throes of wintertime, all those memories flood back. They always do. But with memories come guilt, and worse, hope.

A stranger keeps calling. Why does every hair on her body strand up with electricity? What is it about the caller, and why does Emma, once so cold and closed off to emotion, feel something in her waking from a long, dark, sleep? She's not asking life to repeat itself, or for a love so beautiful it was impossible, to ever be hers again. No. All she wants is a chance to see him, and to say sorry. The problem is, will he be too far gone to accept?

The Love Seekers can be purchased at WiDo and Amazon.

Thanks for stopping by!

Friday, June 3, 2016

The man who got away

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Tall, dark and handsome William is high commodity for the Seekers; his soul has the ability to provide the psychic cult with enough power that they can gather and control any human they wish. But when something goes wrong in the Eclipse William is left only half a man, invisible and completely alone in the world. The cult yet seeks to cull him, but William is rebellious and has decided to stay in his invisible state forever. Until Emma comes along. The only normal human able to see him, Emma and William form an immediate bond that quickly turns into love. It's a love William resists as much as the cult: he must protect her from a similar state of non-existence. But Emma is rebellious too, and she ain't leaving town without her ghost.

The only problem in falling in love with a 'ghost' is . . . everything.

A new Eclipse ceremony provides a pivotal moment of change. William is changed back into a full-fledged human, and he and Emma are ecstatic to be together in every way—yet even that bears its own responsibility. The two can get married, a former phantasm from the 50s and a hippie wild-child from the 70s—but the differences between them soon become insurmountable, like mountains. The past creeps in. William, unable to exist in the modern world, secretly dabbles with his ability to time-travel, and soon the betrayal of finding out he's in two places at once is too much for Emma to take. So, William stays in his time and she in hers.

In The Love Seekers Emma is now with Jesse, the rebellious musician who wishes to outshine his famous rock star father. His dreams soon come true—before long he's signing a contract with big shot producer Phil Keel, and he and Emma move from studios to stadiums. It's the right kind of tornado for Emma, whose only wish is to forget. Forget time, forget past mistakes, forget love.

Love will always come back to haunt you.

There comes a time when the perfect storm brings two people back together again. All of the pain and guilt of unrequited happiness becomes a phantasm its own. There's this one moment, this one opportunity, if only for the last time. William and Emma meet amidst the backdrop of Dylan and Ginsberg; his apartment is situated in Greenwich village, mere walking distance from Washington Square Park where all the hippies, poets and freaks hang out. JFK is still president, but he won't be for long. There's a hint of regret in the air, and also the chance to make things right. William, a writer, is intent on keeping Emma—after all, she belonged to him first. The truth is it's up to her. And for now, all she wants is one final moment, to exist the way they always wanted to, but never could. William was also her first love, and saying goodbye back then was hard enough, but she must do it again because but real commitments tie her to present day. For William, it's no casual affair. On the brink of losing everything, he makes it clear that if she doesn't come back he'll be hell-bent on self destruction.

The man Emma left behind is as broken as her.

In The Love Seekers two people who once believed they would be together forever must now fight for seconds, minutes, days. Emma has to make a choice: stay in the present world where she belongs or return to the past where true love awaits. It's a love that should never have been possible, but somehow fate made it happen.

The Love Seekers can be purchased through WiDo or Amazon.


Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Bad Boy

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In The Love Seekers, Jesse Limon is a young rock star wannabe burdened by the dark soul of cult leader Marcus. All his life he has fantasized about leaving the cult and meeting his father, former member of the most famous band to ever hit the music scene, and will do just about anything to prove their connection to the world. But when a meeting happens and those claims are denied, Jesse becomes hell bent on revenge. Influenced by rage and his newfound gifts of psychic ability, he is at times an uncontrollable monster, both manipulating and intimidating those around him. Closest is Emma—the one who loves him most and yet knows just how dangerous love can be. His powers eventually snag manager and producer Phil Keel, and both Jesse and Emma are sent on a whirlwind tour--with dramatics on stage and off.

Jesse is a tough one to figure out. Is he just another bad boy, or a victim of the insane? Will he beat the overpowering force of Marcus's demonic influence, or abuse a power which was never his to begin with? He's so desperate to make Emma (and the entire world) love him that he'll do just about anything to prove himself, including threats to bring her back from death should she ever be the one to leave first. In this final book, Jesse remains that elusive dark figure who pulls on your heart and yet makes you want to scream, and poor Emma is the one who must navigate.

If you enjoy paranormal, time-travel, and the ups and downs of this crazy thing called life, I hope you will add The Love Seekers to your list of summer reads.


Thursday, May 19, 2016

Here it comes again

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I have, over time, eliminated a lot of the junk that causes migraines. I stay away from most dairy, I don't drink juice because of the tannin, no wine or beer, and I absolutely stay away from artificial sweeteners, which can be found on the coating of most pain relievers (picture me washing it off by hand before swallowing, rather a pain when my head is throbbing at 4 a.m.) I don't smoke, don't consume food with high levels of MSG. I stay away from too much chocolate and sugar. Basically, I eat boring and safe. When I get a migraine it's usually due to monthly hormones, but I'm not perfect, sometimes I ate the chocolate and the sugar . . . and some of the other stuff.

They always come in the morning: I wake up and feel that acidic, creeping pain—usually on one side of the face—and force myself out of bed and to the nearest bottle of Excedrin. Then the coffee. Then I wait. No bright lights, no loud TV or talking. No perfumes or spicy foods. Everything has to be bland and balanced or the pain will grow, or worse, I'll vomit.

If you look at the post before this one, you will see what it's like to write under the duress of a migraine. Honestly, I thought I read through that post and thought everything looked fine, but this morning I see there's an entire section where the sentences are completely ineligible. Try writing a whole book like that, or editing like that. And it's not just writing, it's everything numbers and letters. Yesterday, I had to type in my Facebook password numerous times. When you have a migraine, the world turns upside down and you grasp at things; you think you've got them, but you don't. All you want is for the pain to stop, and when it does life is so sweet, so beautiful. Food tastes good again, music is bliss, you appreciate being alive. Ironically enough, but I've done some of my best creative writing while under a three-day migraine. Maybe it's the Excedrin, I don't know, but the muse shows up and says, "Let's roll." Maybe I'm in crazy zone . . . Whatever it is, at least there's some kind of reimbursement for this pain. So anyway, I'm leaving yesterday's post as-is because it's just such a perfect example of my brain during one of these episodes.

Thanks for reading. I wish you a wonderful day!