Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Happy Monday, Everyone!
Welcome to My Writing Process Blog Tour! First of all, let me thank the wonderful, amazing author, Coco Rousseau for inviting me to be a guest blogger on The Writing Process Blog Tour. Coco is one of my amazing Crimson Romance sisters. Her first release was an adaptation of E.M. Forster’s A ROOM WITH A VIEW, which launched September 30, 2013. She then did the most incredible thing and release back to back this month a two volumes series of Edith Wharton’s THE AGE OF INNOCENCE. You can read all about her fantastic writing process here:
MY WRITING PROCESS
What am I working on?
The last several months have been
very exciting, nail biting, stress-filled months, and I’m living on cloud nine,
wearing the silliest of grin imaginable. A year ago at this time, I just sent
off a query letter for the first book in the series, IN THE SHADOW OF GREED and
was waiting very impatiently for that ding on my laptop notifying me that
another publisher decided to pass on my story. Well, that email never arrived.
Instead, I received my first offer from my wonderful publisher, Crimson Romance.
My debut novel, IN THE SHADOW OF GREED
was released at the end of April, 2013 and the second book in the series, IN
THE SHADOW OF EVIL was released just four months later in August 2013. Crimson
Romance then signed me to a three book contract for the last three books in the
series that will all be released in 2014.
Right now, I’m getting very
excited about the release of my third book in my Shadow Series, IN THE SHADOW
OF MALICE which comes out in only sixteen days!!!! [OH, if you want to see a peek at this story, please check out my previous post.] I’m busily working on the
fourth book, In the Shadow of Pride which will be released July 10th. I still feel so green behind the ears and
have so much to learn, but I just love the writing that it doesn’t feel like
work. How does my work
differ from others of its genre?
My work differs than others in its
genre because I don’t just write romantic suspense. Some readers refer to my books
as paranormal, but that’s not right either. I write a very suspenseful story
that at its core is a wonderful love story. Intertwined into this story, is
a very unusual supernatural element. This supernatural element has an profound affect on
the hero and the heroine but it’s not part of who they are. What I mean is that
the supernatural element doesn’t give my hero and heroine some kind of great
power they can use to defeat the villain. On the contrary, the hero and heroine
are so mystified by the element that it changes how they view the world and
their place in it.
Why do I write
what I do?
I write romantic suspense because
I love reading romantic suspense. I love the ride, the thrill the author drags
me through. As an author, I’m not terribly nice to my poor, wonderful
characters, but they always get their wonderful happy-ever-after in the end.
How does your
writing process work?
My writing process changes with
each new project. I only began writing about four years ago when my youngest
daughter started applying to colleges. I spent the last twenty-five years being
a stay-at-home mom. When my world finally grew quiet, the stories that had
lived in my head for years wanted to be heard. My beginning writing process was
what I call by-the-seat-of-my-pants writing. I just wrote down the story as it
came to me, allowing it to pretty much write itself. Well, that process has
changed some over the last four years, especially after I went through my first
developmental editing process. Boy, was that an eye-opener. Now, I actually write down a basic outline the story from beginning to end. I do allow the story to still take
me where it magically wants to go, but I know the basic beginning, middle and
end path before I write that first sentence.
COMING UP NEXT WEEK:MARCH 3 2014
Jo Grafford's website: www.JoGrafford.com
All the places you can find Jo Grafford:
Let’s get to know Jo Grafford:
Jo is mega reader of all genres and an award-winning author at Astraea Press who loves to indulge in marathon showings of CSI, NCIS, and Castle. From St. Louis, Missouri, she holds an M.B.A. and has served as a banker, college finance instructor, and high school business teacher. She is a PRO member of Romance Writers of America and From the Heart Romance Writers RWA Chapter. The mother of three children and the wife of a soldier, she serves as a literacy volunteer for elementary school students.
As always, thank you for stopping by for a visit. I hope you have a wonderful week. The best way to thank an author is to write a positive review.
((HUGS TO ALL))
Nancy C. Weeks
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Just thought you would like a little taste of my new release, In the Shadow of Malice that will be released in 16 DAYS!!! I hope you enjoy the read.
Almost midnight, an empty parking lot, no prying eyes.
Adam Blake hit the key fob, locking his sedan as he stepped out of the shadows. His senses picked up a hint of the wild honeysuckle that grew along the chain-linked fence lining the west side of Pete’s Diner. As a warm May breeze washed over him, he rolled the tension from his shoulders and scanned the perimeter. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Quite frankly, the reason he kept coming back surprised the hell out of him. Even through the food was great, Adam craved the company the small diner provided. The regulars were all so damn normal. Adam needed normal.
His life had become a reflection of what he did for a living and he needed a drastic change. Pete’s Diner had become a baby step in that direction. The occasional hour spent with familiar strangers chased away his lonely, harsh existence.
From his position, he could identify the two people who remained in the deserted restaurant. The wizened old trucker was there on his weekly run from Norfolk, Virginia, to New Haven, Connecticut. The young woman sitting alone in one of the booths was the owner’s granddaughter. From what Adam could surmise, Calista Martin had no life outside the diner other than her music studies at the university a few miles down the road. The ever-present cello case propped on the bench next to her kept her company.
The double doors behind the counter opened and a big man in a navy blue double-breasted chef’s coat and sculled cap set a large silverware caddy on the counter. Pete Bradshaw was built like a guerrilla on steroids. Strands of blond-gray hair escaped the edges of his cap and gray stubble covered his chin. But what stood out most was the enormous fried egg skull tattoo on his left arm, the yellow yolk resting right in the center of the left eye socket.
Calista approached Pete as he poured coffee into a travel mug. The hard angles of his face softened when he glanced at her. He replaced the carafe back on the heating unit and a grin spread across his face. A bellowed cheer loud enough to rattle the windows followed as he lifted her into his arms and swung her around like she was a little girl. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a quick hug before turning to the trucker and hugging him as well.
The celebratory moment could only mean one thing: Calista Martin posted her final assignment for her master’s degree in music performance and secondary education. The bright smile on her face sent an unusual feeling of warmth into the pit of Adam’s stomach. For reasons he was too tired to define, a sense of pride for her accomplishments raced through him. He recognized the strength and dedication it took for Calista to follow her dream. Adam had no dreams other than to protect those he loved and to stay alive one more day.
Her beaming smile pulled at Adam like a magnet, forcing his feet to step closer to the entrance. Removing her arms from around the older man’s shoulder, she paused and turned toward the window. Their eyes held before she raised her hand and motioned for him to come inside. She moved toward the door and held it open for him.
“Am I too late for a quick burger?” Adam asked, closing the door behind him.
“The kitchen is still open. Pete will make you something.”
Calista lowered her eyes and eased away from him. A hint of pink came into her cheeks. She acted the same jitterish way every time he got too close. Most people gave him a wide berth and that was usually fine with him. But Calista was so open and friendly to everyone who came through the door. For some reason, it pissed him off that she treated him with the same wariness like everyone else did. He wanted that normal symbol of kindness she gave to others too, at least here.
The trucker set his ticket and a twenty down by the register. “Calista. Heading out.”
She stepped out of the path of the doorway. “Thanks, Nate. Be careful on the road tonight.”
“Always. And you get out of this grease-hole. Celebrate.” He placed a Nationals baseball cap on his head. “Yo, Pete. Where’s my jitter juice?”
“Watch your mouth, or the owner of this grease-hole may just spit in your next meatloaf.”
Pete’s voice was low, menacing, but his jovial expression gave away his true nature. He took the travel cup, waited a second for the last drip of fresh brewed coffee to drop into the carafe, and filled the oversized mug.
The scent of fresh, hot coffee wafted across the room, masking the overpowering odor of greasy fries. Adam inhaled, hoping the scent of caffeine would revive him. Pete took a cup from beneath the counter, filled it to the brim, and set it at Adam’s regular table.
“Same-old-same-old tonight, Adam?”
Adam took a deep sip of the hot brew. “That would be great, but make it to go. If I sit here for too long, I’ll be out for the night.”
“No problem. It will be right out,” he said before facing his granddaughter. Calista busied herself with wrapping silverware into napkins and then placing them in the caddy next to the menus. Pete took out another cup, filled it half full, and set it next to her.
“I can’t drink coffee this time of night,” she murmured at her grandfather like he should know better than to tempt her.
“Half a cup isn’t going to kill you.” A smirky grin appeared on his face. “Neither would a good roll … ”
“Pete! God, the things that come out of your mouth.” Calista picked up the mug and brought it to her nose, taking in the scent of the strong, rich brew. “And you can’t joke about spitting in people’s food.” She took a sip, closed her eyes and swallowed. A groan of pure pleasure rumbled in her throat.
Adam coughed out his coffee and almost swallowed his tongue. Calista Martin was a walking, talking sensual magnet if ever there was one. From her shoulder-length strawberry blond curls that bounced when she moved to those warm cocoa, almond eyes that made a man feel noticed, Calista was a natural beauty with a body that would give a blind man wet dreams. Her groan sent blood rushing to dormant places better left alone.
To hide the growl that slipped through his lips, he chortled. Calista gave him a hard glare but again quickly lowered her eyes. Pete let out another window-rattling laugh, which sent Calista’s cheeks and neck into a deep crimson glow. Before he returned through the swinging doors to the kitchen, he nudged her and said, “Tell Adam your news.”
“What news, Calista?”
“It’s nothing really. I just turned in my last assignment for my master’s degree.”
Adam rose, and lifting his coffee mug, tapped her mug lightly on the rim. “Congratulations. That’s fantastic.” He eased back into the booth. “So, what’s next for you?”
“After six years and 166 college credits, the only thing in my near future is uninterrupted sleep.”
Adam let out a chuckle. “Will you teach or perform?”
“Both. I have sent several audition tapes to orchestras and applied to just as many teaching positions. Now I have to see who bites. The best scenario is I’m hired to perform where I can also teach.”
When she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, her mouth opened to say something, but all she produced was a noisy breath. She darted off her stool and pointed to the corner of his right eye. “You’re bleeding.”
Adam yanked a couple napkins from the dispenser and blotted the area around the small Band-Aid. A couple drops of blood must have pooled at the corner of the bandage and dripped down the side of his face. He gave the area a quick wipe, crumbled the napkin, and placed it in his pocket.
“It’s nothing. Work accident. A protester didn’t like the guy I was protecting. Threw a bottle at him but hit me instead. I should have grabbed a larger Band-Aid.”
“I don’t think it’s nothing.” She lifted his hair away from the area. “Have you seen it? The skin is turning a nasty shade of black and blue.”
Calista moved behind the counter and pulled out a first-aid kit. She approached the table, cupped his jaw in her hand, and gently peeled off the Band-Aid. The feel of her hand on his face sent an unexpected jolt through him. He shifted his face out of her reach. “It’s nothing.”
Ripping open the gauze package, she folded it in half, and laid it on the wound, applying pressure. Something sharp slid over the cut, making him cringe.
“Damn, that’s not helping, Calista.”
She removed the gauze. A small, brownish piece of glass was mixed in with the blood. “Pete said you run a security firm. Maybe you need to ask for combat pay.”
“Can’t ask for more pay if it’s your own company. I practically work for free so I can give my employees combat pay.” He then eased her hand away from his head, holding down the bandage himself. “Don’t fuss. It’s no big deal.”
“You could have a concussion, Adam.”
“I don’t.” He grabbed another swatch of gauze from the kit and ripped it open. He added a squeeze of antibiotic ointment, and attached it with tape to his forehead. “See, all better.”
Calista gave him a hard stare before she closed the first-aid kit and replaced it behind the counter. She picked up a spray bottle of cleaner and began to spray down the counter. “It’s your noggin.”
Pete came back through the kitchen door and set a to-go container down next to Adam before he addressed his granddaughter. “Put that rag down, Calista. You’re not closing tonight. Pack up and get out of here.”
“You let the other waitress go home. I’m all you’ve got. Besides, we shared a ride.”
“Believe it or not, I can manage without you. And the night my granddaughter earns her master’s degree, she doesn’t close down this grease trap. Take the car. I’ll catch a bus or walk home.”
Calista placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not leaving you to close by yourself and walk home. How are you going to go by and visit Mimi if you don’t have a car? I’ll take the bus.”
Adam stood. “I can give Calista a ride home.” He reached into his coat pocket for his wallet. Placing a twenty down next to the register like the last customer, he grabbed his to-go bag and leaned his shoulder against the door. “Calista, “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Calista busied herself by stuffing her laptop into her canvas bag, her fingers fidgeting with the zipper. As Adam waited for some sort of acknowledgment, he pushed down the irritation forming in the pit of his stomach. Even when he was trying to be a good guy, do a normal guy kind of thing, he was still treated like an asshole.
“It’s just a ride home, Calista. I’m too scared of your grandfather to try anything.”
“You don’t have to do that. The bus stop is right there,” she said, pointing toward the parking lot.
“I know where the bus stop is.” Adam reached for her large case and paused by the door.
She stood still, studying him until he almost fidgeted. “I don’t accept rides from anyone unless I know their last name.”
“Blake. Adam Blake.”
Calista first glanced at her grandfather. He gave her a nod. The room grew quiet while she made up her mind. She finally shrugged and said, “I would love a ride home. Lead the way.” She reached up and gave Pete a kiss on his cheek. “Give Mimi my love.”
“Your grandmother will be so proud of you. I can’t wait to tell her …”
He stopped as if his words clogged his throat.
“It’s okay, Pete. Mimi’s heart knows, her soul knows, and you’re right. She’s very proud of me.” Calista wiped away the tear that threatened to spill down her grandfather’s cheek. With another quick hug, she walked out to the parking lot.
Adam moved ahead of her, positioning his body so it shielded her between him and the building. A soft crunch near the dumpster sounded behind him. He froze. With his arms tight against his body, the familiar rush of adrenaline filled his veins. He shifted his position toward the dark shadows. A large calico cat bounced off the structure and disappeared into the bushes.
“That’s Max. He and Pete have an understanding.”
“It’s a cat. How do you have an understanding with a cat?”
“He brings Pete dead mice and Pete makes sure Max eats like a king.”
Adam chuckled. Something he seemed to do a lot around Calista. With one final visual sweep, he relaxed his stance and opened the passenger door of his Acura. After Calista was settled in the deep leather seat, he ambled around and unlocked the trunk, placing her cello in the bay. He slammed the trunk and got behind the wheel.
Before he could stop himself, he asked the question that had been bugging him. “I thought I heard your grandmother passed away a while back. Did I misunderstand?”
“No, you heard right.”
“But you just told Pete to …”
“He drives to the cemetery every night after he closes the diner, sits next to her gravestone, and tells her about his day. They were married fifty years. That isn’t a loss you ever get over.”
“And your parents? They are gone too?”
“Yes, it’s just Pete and me. Mom and Dad died in a car accident when I was eleven. Mimi and Pete raised me.” Calista twisted so she would face him. “What about you?”
“The same. Both parents gone.”
Adam hadn’t a clue why he brought the subject up. He had no business spending time with Calista outside the diner. That wasn’t a baby step into a normal existence, but a giant leap off a high cliff. His life made him hell on relationships.
But there was just something about Calista he couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was time to see if there was anything between them. If not, he could just walk away before he hurt her, too.
“I’m sorry about your parents.” She placed a hand over his arm. Their gazes held before she broke away and scanned the interior of his car. “I figured you would drive some sporty number or one of those black, mysterious SUVs.”
“What’s a black, mysterious SUV?”
“You know. One of those cool bulletproof numbers with blacked out windows.”
“Calista, just what do you think I do?”
“You’re like Batman.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she squirmed in her seat, her gaze on a spot in her lap. “When you leave the diner, you return to your bat cave unless you’re out fighting bad guys.”
He grimaced. Now what, smartass? Lie to her, or tell her who you really are and what you do?
“Who knew music teachers had such active imaginations? I’m no superhero.”
He could never tell her what he did for a living. His path may have been chosen for him, but he hadn’t walked away when he had the chance.
“And I’m not a music teacher―yet.”
“You’re going to be hired so fast, your head will spin.” He placed the key in the ignition and started the car. Backing out of the space, he pulled onto the side street.
“Where are you going?” Her voice sounded normal.
Adam slowed and stopped at the light. “I’m taking you home.”
“But I didn’t tell you where I live.”
“Yeah, I guess I need that, don’t I? This is the way the Metro bus always turns.”
Calista grinned. “It’s not far. Take the second left. My neighborhood is a couple miles on the other side of the beltway. Once you pass over I-495, I’ll direct you.”
Following her directions, Adam headed north on the deserted street. The faded streetlights casted a fluorescent gloom over homes on either side of the street, but the lack of lighting didn’t distract from the well-cared neighborhood. People took pride in their homes much like the suburbs of Los Angeles, where he grew up. There was a time when someone like Calista was exactly the type of woman he dreamed of settling down with and raising a bunch of little Blakes. She had a kindness in her that he sorely missed. But with the twelve jaded, nightmarish years he had on her that he could never erase, that dream was gone. It couldn’t exist in his reality now.
“What’s wrong? You’re so tense.”
“Sorry, my mind was on something else.”
“If you get on the Beltway here, you can get off at the next exit, avoiding all the lights.”
Adam turned on his blinker and eased over a lane. Just as he entered the entrance ramp, a stabbing pain exploded in the back of his eyes, ricocheting across his frontal lobe. An involuntary, animalistic moan escaped through his clenched teeth and he squeezed his eyes shut against the searing pain. His hands shot up to cover his head as his foot slammed down on the accelerator. The car shot across the road, jumping the curb, and hurled up a slope. Adam hit the brake inches before the front bumper smashed into the trunk of an old oak tree. His forehead smashed into the horn, the blaring sound deafening.
Calista slammed the gearshift in park and shut off the ignition. She pulled his head away from the steering wheel. “Adam, what’s wrong?” She tried to remove his hands from his head, but he held on tight.
He couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. He swallowed the acidic bile in his throat. The blinding pain increased until he thought his head would burst. Then the sound of a child’s desperate cry filled his head. They’re hurting Mommy! Help her!
What the fuck was that? Every word of the child’s plea seemed to cut through his frontal lobe to the back of his head. A gripping panic slammed into him as he fumbled in his jacket pockets. “My cell. Find my cell.”
Calista searched his pockets. “Here, Adam. I’ll call 911.”
He dropped his head back against the seat. Everything around him faded in and out of focus—except Calista. The pain pounded between his ears as dark, red spotted dots swam over his vision, allowing only minimal light in. Sweat beaded around his eyes and screamed down his spine. He shook his head to clear his vision and grabbed the phone. It took a couple tries, but a line on the other end began to ring.
Calista gasped, her hands covering her mouth. “God, you’re bleeding again, but not from the wound on your head. It’s coming from your eyes.” She swiped a finger at the corner of his eye and her fingers came away dripping with his blood. “I need to get you to a hospital.”
He began to shake his head, but the pain was so bad, he froze. The phone continued to ring in his ear. Eighth ring, ninth. On the tenth ring, it was picked up.
“Rina.” His best friend’s name came out in a raspy whisper. “Rina.”
“Katrina is a little busy right now, Blake. Why don’t you join the party?”
The man’s voice came out in a thick, rough, eastern European accent. Adam recognized it and a chill spiked through him.
The agony in the scream he heard next pierced Adam’s heart. He shoved down the sharp pain in his head and allowed the years of training to resurfaced.
“You’re dead, Ludis. You hear me. Your fucking life is over,” he ground out.
“Big words. I’m going to carve her open then hunt down the kid. Your kid, you motherfucker. And when I’m done with her, I’m coming for you.”
The line went dead.
((HUGS TO ALL))
Nancy C. Weeks
((HUGS TO ALL))
Nancy C. Weeks
Buy links for In the Shadow of Evil and In the Shadow of Greed
IN THE SHADOW OF EVIL:
BARNES AND NOBLE: http://bit.ly/17hjfco
CRIMSON ROMANCE: http://www.crimsonromance.com/
IN THE SHADOW OF GREED
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Friday, February 14, 2014
Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone,
Today, I have back with us my good friend and wonderful author, MJ Schiller. MJ is here to reveal the cover of her new novel, THE HEART TEACHES BEST. MJ, thank you so much for being here and allowing us to see this amazing new cover first. Before I ramble on and on, I'll turn this post over to you.
MJ Schiller ...
I am really excited to be here today to reveal the cover for
my new romantic suspense, THE HEART TEACHES BEST! Thank you for hosting me! I am
blessed with a wonderful cover artist and I think this is my favorite cover so
Here’s a blurb:
Cooper Sullivan is the cop in charge of investigating a
murder outside of a Los Angeles night club.
The famous romance author, Sydney Essex, has been found strangled in the
parking lot. When the young officer
returns to the scene of the crime the night after the murder, he gets involved
in a fight in order to protect a woman, who he realizes afterward, is the
victim’s sister. Soon he finds himself
torn by his attraction to the irresistible blond teacher, and his need to maintain
a professional distance.
Laney Essex is distraught over her sister’s death, so the
high school English teacher returns to the bar where the crime occurred to find
answers. To her dismay, she is only left
with more questions, many centered on her developing relationship with Cooper
Sullivan. Is the pull she’s feeling
towards him reciprocated, or is the handsome detective only showing her
professional courtesy, or, perhaps, even pity?
When Laney receives a threatening phone call from Sydney’s
murderer, it quickly becomes evident that the man who killed her sister is
after her, too! Can Cooper figure out
who the killer is before it’s too late?
And if he does solve the case, will it just be another file stamped
“CLOSED” in red and locked away in a drawer, or will the sparks that have been
flying between the two finally ignite?
GET THE HEART TEACHES BEST MARCH 1ST!
BUY IT ON AMAZON, BARNES AND NOBLE, AND OTHER MAJOR RETAILERS.
Or like my Facebook page and wait for the announcement and buy link there.
Monday, February 10, 2014
HAPPY MONDAY, EVERYONE!
One month from today, my new romantic suspense, IN THE SHADOW OF MALICE, will be released to the world. For the next four weeks, I'm going to be sharing some of my favorite moments about this wonderful love story. There will be a give-away at the end of this post so read on.
I can't wait for you to meet my hero, Adam Blake, my heroine, Calista Martin, and Adam's four year old daughter, adorable Anna Blake. If you would like a peak at my inspiration for these wonderful characters, check out my Pinterest Board for the story. You can find it here:
My big reveal today is my new cover! As an author, there isn't anything more exciting than the day when your publisher sends you an email with the words, New Cover in the subject line. It is a moment when I hold my breath, click open, and practically bounce out of my skin waiting to see what the art department created. Well, Crimson Romance's art department did it again and gave me a cover I just love.
So without without further adieu, or in my case, rambling, here is my new cover for IN THE SHADOW OF MALICE!
Blurb for In the Shadow of Malice:
Adam Blake, ex-CIA operative, has gone to
great lengths to keep his identity a secret from his maternal grandfather, who
controls the most brutal crime syndicate in Eastern Europe. The moment he lets
his guard down, the unthinkable happens and his best friend, the mother of his
child, is tortured and murdered. To protect his daughter, he must seek the help
of his father’s family—who has no idea of his existence. What Adam could have
never foreseen is the unusual attachment between his daughter and her most
After months of living in an emotional
vacuum after her roommate’s murder [Hanna Tu from In the Shadow of Greed], Calista Martin takes a chance and befriends
a handsome regular at the diner. What is supposed to be just a ride home hurls
her headlong into Adam’s world of murder and revenge. To add to an already
explosive situation, Adam’s traumatized little girl refuses to release her hold
on Calista. Knowing what it’s like to lose a loved one, Calista insists on
staying with Adam to protect Anna.
After Calista risks her life to protect Anna, Adam begins to see the waitress from the diner in a different light. But the Vasnev threat is heating up and Calista, while willing to help him, really doesn’t trust him. Can Adam find a way to eliminate his enemies to become the father Anna deserves and the man Calista needs—or will he fail again, taking his future out of his hands forever?
Now for the GIVE-AWAY.[Insert the roar of a crowd here hehhehe]
I would love to hear from my blog readers. To that end, I will be selecting from a hat one commenter's name to win either a Amazon or Barnes and Noble $5 gift card. What do you have to do to win? Just leave a comment by clicking on the little pencil below. If you don't know what to say, here is a question: If you read In the Shadow of Greed, do you remember meeting Calista? Who is she? AND ... do you have any clue who Adam is?
Note of reminder: If you haven't had a chance to read the first two books in my Shadow series, In the Shadow of Greed and In the Shadow of Evil, they are on SALE for only $1.99 through the month of February. AND more exciting news, if you just love holding the actual book in your hands, well, those are out too. You can find the links below.
That's all for now. Have a wonderful Monday and please take moment to say hi.
((HUGS TO ALL))
Nancy C. Weeks
Where to find my books:
In the Shadow of Evil:
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/NtkKi1
In the Shadow of Greed:
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1npvSHj
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
HAPPY WEDNESDAY, EVERYONE!
Today, I am happy to introduce you to a new author I just discovered, Denise Moncrief. Denise is a Southern girl who’s lived in Louisiana all her life. And yes, she has a drawl. She's been writing off and on since she was seventeen. She has a wonderful husband and two incredible children. They not only endure her writing moods, but also encourage her to indulge her passion.