Showing posts from May, 2016

Bad Boy

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 w…

Here it comes again

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 bla…

Connect the dots

I posted these on Facebook, but it's been awhile since I've shown my face around these here parts. Just having fun on the day before the last day of school. Sigh. I will love having the kids home, but this peace and quiet will soon be gone . . . Been trying to get my a$$ in shape for swimming suit season. It was rainy last year perhaps and if we have the same there won't be any need to worry about it. I'll build an ark instead.

New Arrival!

From New York to Paris, and all the way to Aspen, Colorado, Emma is haunted by the secrets of her past.

It’s 1981, and Emma is a rock star wife and mother of two in an Aspen mansion protected by iron gates. On the side she’s Madame Alexandria, phone psychic. When strange calls start up, she’s unnerved. Who are they, and why won’t they say anything?

Emma, desperate to escape the calls, purchases a decrepit building in town—similar to the library where she met her first love, William. When a man in black arrives, there’s something familiar about him. Maybe it’s the mountains, or the isolation, but Emma can’t resist the pull of attraction.

And Jesse? He’s hell bent on keeping Emma for himself, even if it means dragging her back to the place where it all began.

 Now available for Kindle purchase here.

The Love Seekers—Advanced Reading Copies

Hey, good people! I have free advanced copies of The Love Seekers in pdf and epub format provided by my wonderful publisher for you to enjoy! If interested, let me know in the comments below or feel free to email me at: amysaia79 at This continuation of Emma's life is part romance, part paranormal, time-travel, a little bit of mystery, but mostly it's about relationships—the good and the bad.

Of course, I'd be so grateful if any of you could write a review! If you love 80s rock or 80s anythingthen you will enjoy reading this book. Even a one-paragraph review would be helpful. Most of all, I hope you enjoy the story. 
For anyone wishing to purchase The Love Seekers, the Kindle version will go live over at Amazon starting this Monday. I'm so excited! As you know, it's been a real journey getting here. But it was worth it. I truly love this book and am proud to have you guys as my first readers and as real-life friends. Thank you.

When your character is a brat

Hello there, beautiful people. Today I thought I'd write something about the writing process, and one of the struggles a writer goes through when creating and molding their characters. From the beginning, I had trouble with the way Emma came out. Was she too wish-washy, too bold, too aggressive? Did she even come across as anything at all? I never had trouble with Jesse or William—somehow they established themselves in my mind exactly as they appear in the book. But Emma, being the go-between, gave me trouble because she was the one who had to react, and her reactions had to draw the reader in, not push them away.

Mind you, I liked Emma from the start. I understood her, sympathized with her, but early responses from some of the first drafts left me worried. She was bland; she didn't react enough, didn't do anything. She just sat there and let things happen. Boring. Then she turned into a bitch. She talked back to her mother, acted incredibly stupid sometimes, was reckles…


Tomorrow night, May 3rd, PBS will air a documentary about one of my favorite singers, Janis Joplin. If you can get it in your area, I highly recommend watching it. Janis and I go a long way back, starting to when I was about 18-years-old. I had dropped out of everything and was living a nothing existence—I'd even quit my crappy retail job—and was feeling letdown, lowdown and very, very lonely when my friend's mom looked at me and said, "You know, you remind me a lot of Janis Joplin." At the time I wasn't happy about it. Why? Because Janis had never exactly been considered 'attractive,' in society's often short-sighted viewpoint, that is. Another thing is that over time she had been relegated to a dirty sect of the music world which consisted of hippies and hard-livin' drug addicts. I didn't want to be like her, I wanted to be all the things stupid young girls think they should be, so I brushed the comment off my shoulder and left it behind li…