Monday, August 20, 2018

This Week With Will Mayo - Short Stories to Ponder


A Kathmandu Haircut
by
Will Mayo
I dreamed during a short rest a little while ago that I was getting a haircut in Kathmandu.
"Just a little bit off all the way around," I said to the barber.
"You got it," he said.
Then I asked, "What time is it?"
"About 9:30 in the morning," he replied.
Finally, I asked what year it was. 


"2030," he said.
Somehow, that didn't sound right to me but I said nothing about the matter.
My haircut was then done. I paid the barber in the coin of the realm and walked out into the sunlight beaming off the Himalayas around and made my way through the pagodas and dancing priests to the squares above. Wonderful, I said to myself. Life was good and I was content.
Then I woke to my so called real life and it was another day. Time to get my bearings.


Crossing The States
by
Will Mayo

I opened my eyes. Waking up briefly. Darkness all around save for a silhouette beside me. I was in a car. On a ride I had caught in Tennessee. It was January of 1977. We were crossing America.
"Wh-Where are we?" I asked.
"See those lights up ahead," the driver said. "It's Oklahoma City. Looks close but the terrain's so flat we've a way's further to go than it looks."
"Cool," I said and fell back asleep.
A little while later I woke again.
"Are we in Oklahoma City?" I asked.
"No," he said pointing at the lights in the distance which looked much the same. "Still a way's to go."
"Oh, all right," I said and fell asleep again.
And then I woke again.
"Are we there? In Oklahoma City?" I asked. For I was eager to see America.


"Not yet," he said. And still those lights looked the same. And I fell asleep.
Finally, I woke. The night I could see was turning to dawn. And the lights were nowhere in sight.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"Where are we?" the driver asked back. "Why, we are in Texas."
"Pass me that whiskey," I said. "I'd like to get to know Texas."
And he brought out a whiskey bottle from beside him and I took a draught, long, deep and bitter. We were alive, so alive in the world like never before and we were young yet. I passed the whiskey back and soon I got out and I thumbed another ride. Onward. Always onward.


Andrea And The Willow Tree
by
Deacon Scott walked out of Saint John's Catholic Church from underneath its soaring spires with a troubled gaze. He was newly ordained as deacon and while he had mastered all that he had needed to learn to come this far he felt that something was missing in his mission. He had had long discussions with Father Williams about everything from the basics of church doctrine to Pope Francis's Day Of The Poor yet he felt that he was lacking that core belief to the salvation of his soul let alone any others. Something would come, however. He was optimistic about that much.
He walked down the street, crossing carefully where Market Street met the church avenue, thinking perhaps a walk would clear his head. His steps quickened as he walked in this warm summer day taking in everything from the street venders to the musicians out singing for quarters. Nothing registered. He walked on.
As he headed down the last stretch towards the park, the sky quickly darkened, the rain came whistling down, the waters filling Scott's shoes. Never minding it all, Scott walked on.
And then just as he reached Baker Park, there was a flash of light, lightning cracked down from the sky and the young deacon saw it all. He saw the lightning cut right through that old willow tree mercilessly that had stood there for generations close by the bandshell, harboring wedding parties and drunken revelries alike for year after year after countless year, that old willow tree that met its own end of the road now as we all surely must. With a crack and a roar, it smashed its way to the ground, its topmost branches poking their way out of the ruin of a covered picnic table and bench that had been home to the old Andrea that he had talked to in his wanderings during his breaks from his studying for the ordination. Just as he knew Latin and Greek she knew the language of the streets and the two had reached an understanding few could ever really know save these two lost in the lore of the world. 
The skies cleared as quickly as they had filled with the pouring rain. Crowds of people came and stood around the base of the willow tree, from newspaper reporters to the mayor, and stood and mourned the passing of this mighty tree that had stood for generations, all their lives, really.
But the deacon's eyes were not on the base of the tree but upon its topmost branches which had once reached to the heavens and had now destroyed Andrea's home. Out of the death of the old, he felt that somehow something new would emerge. A better life if not a new one.
And so he wrapped his arm around Andrea's shoulders and said,
"Come, Andrea. Let's get you a better home."
With that, they walked together out of the park, the young Catholic deacon and the old African American homeless woman, seeking something new in the world. Something would come out of all this. They could only do it together, not apart. And so they walked on, the sun shining brightly down on them all the way.


With Memories Of The Valley
by
Will Mayo
Battered about the cornfield,

the old crow wandered.

Here, an ugly face full of straw

brought lost reminiscences
best not remembered.
There, pine needles too sharp for the brood
sent him in another direction.

Another compass sent him in sight of hunter's guns,
manned by those too old and blind to tell the bird.

Still he flew upon wings worn tired by time
and air gone heavy with condensation.
Remembering mates lost by the age
and young born for some reptile's fancy.
Till at last the clouds came down.
With heaven's hands he flew on
in search of the green valley.
Memories grew better with the dawn.


Friday, August 17, 2018

THE GREAT RED HORSE ROBBERY!

The Great Red Horse Robbery
by

It was the summer of 1978 here in Frederick, Maryland and, boy, were we bored stiff. The whirlarama was dead to us as was the local putt-putt at the miniature golf course. And all manner of pinball wizards had come and gone and we'd seen it all. We sat there at Ray's, with Tony and Bobby and Bobby Sue and me in hand, trying to decide what to do with it all.
"There's the circus," I ventured.
"It's not worth it," Tony said. "They don't have any elephant." And it's true, no circus worth its name would go without one.
"There's the freak show," Bobby said.
"That's no good either," I said. "Once you've seen one dwarf pound a nail in his head, you've seen it all."
We turned all possibilities to and fro from the bellydancers down beyond the Valley to one last trip to Wolf Rock until at last Ray, our main man, spoke up with joint in hand.
"You know the Red Horse Steakhouse out on the Golden Mile?" he asked.
We all nodded. It was the premier restaurant in all of town.
"And you know that statue of the red horse that stands on the hotel beside it?" he asked.
"...Yes....Yes..." There were murmurs all around.
"I say we steal it," he said."
There were gasps and intakes of breaths all around but no one ever said no. So we all gathered together to steal that legendary horse and see our names set in gold. Tony grabbed his rope. Bobby gunned the motor of his pick up truck. Bobby Sue gathered some blankets to cover the evidence of our misdeeds along the way and I came along for the ride as Ray fired up another joint. 


When we finally got there beneath the midnight moon down by where the shadow of the hotel and moon made its mark while cars went whizzing by, Ray gave his instructions.
"I'll climb the corner of the building and set the rope just so while Tony'l heave on the makeshift pulley and Bobby and Bobby Sue will start necking to distract the cops and you, Willie, get to being foolish now, will you?"
So Ray climbed the corner of the building, his feet on every crack with the joint clenched between his teeth, as Bobby and Bobby Sue got to making out as only they knew how to do while I got as foolish as I always could. Ray tied the knot around the red horse's belly and, darn, if. what with the other end of the rope wrapped around the fence around it acting as a poor man's pulley, didn't it just lift up in the air then and there and, with two strong men pulling, it came down to us all there in the parking lot. Ray and Tony came down from their derring-do and joined us and, what with a lot of lifting, we got it into our truck under a layer of blankets as we made out with it as the merry couple made out the best ways they knew how.
For the next six weeks that horse stayed hidden in Ray's shed as all manner of headlines blared from The Frederick News-Post and radio station Whacko. "Hotel Loses Its Horse." "What Will This Community Ever Do Without Its Horse?" "Curse Of The Horse." As always, the cops didn't have a clue. They'd been too busy watching Bobby and Bobby Sue make out.
Finally, it got to be the Fourth of July with fireworks exploding from the old gathering place on Seventh Street and with all the town distracted from our business the stoned man said quietly as the sparklers came on down, "Time to put it back."
So we repeated our business with the makeshift pulleys and Ray climbing that hotel with his obligatory joint and Bobby and Bobby Sue made out with one another and me acting awfully foolish as always and damn if we didn't all pull it off. Another moonlit night not a cop in sight. And Ray kept getting higher and higher and lost in thought.
"What now, Big Man?" we all asked him when the business passed.
"What now?" he said. "On with our lives , that's what's now."




And so the years passed and everybody got on with things. Ray joined the priesthood. Tony got to be big in the local Republican Party. Bobby and Bobby Sue got hitched and went into the restaurant business as did all their grandchildren (you should just see the pie ala mode their granddaughter makes. It's out of sight). And I got busy playing the town fool which is my own remarkable specialty. As for the restaurant and hotel, they've changed hands any number of times but that old statue of the red horse remains on top of it all still. Its feet bolted down in concrete, it watches over all.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Author Spotlight

Author Karen Lynn invites you into her world 
of  dark romantic psychological thrillers!

Karen Lynn, a native New Yorker has always loved writing poetry and short stories with intense characters struggling to find love and survive in a troubled world. After years of working in the legal field, Karen moved with her son to Oregon. Inspired by the rain and Portland's creative culture, Karen has been able to follow her dream of writing novels. A War of Hearts is her debut novel in this dark romantic suspense series of the same name.

A War of Hearts a Dark Romantic Psychological Thiller - 



Jealousy. Lies. Betrayal. Murder.


What happens when passion erupts into dark obsession?
Logan is poison and Kristen knows it. She’s developed a hatred for the increasingly risqué lifestyle that threatens to destroy her world. Yet every time she tells herself it’s over, his seductive power draws her back.

Until Jake. 
A protector by nature, he needs Kristen to fill the void in his life. Together, their worlds are rattled by a love so powerful it promises to change everything.

The master manipulator. 
But Logan has other plans. He thrives on control and power. And won’t allow anyone or anything to take it from him. Not even the crumbling sanity that has him on the verge of madness.

Obsessive love knows no bounds. 
Jake will die for Kristen.
Logan is ready to kill for her. 
A dark and suspenseful romance series you will never forget. 
Intended for mature audiences 18+ 

The tables have turned, the stakes at an all-time high!  

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CONTINUE THE EMOTIONAL ROLLER COASTER RIDE!


A Sea of Smoke: A Dark Romantic Psychological Thriller (A War of Hearts Book 2)




Two men obsessed. One woman caught in the crossfire. No reason to back down.


Kristen wears a smile for survival. Her days are spent living a nightmare with Logan, the sole winner in his own twisted game. Her nights are spent dreaming of Jake, the lover she left behind.

Jake does not have the comfort of pleasant dreams. Shallow gratifications fail to quiet his raging mind. Haunted by Kristen’s disappearance and his best friend's murder, his obsession grows.

Can love survive? 

With so much on the line, Kristen bends to Logan's will despite the pain it brings her.
With nothing left to lose, Jake lives on the edge. Consumed by emptiness, he will never rest until he finds the woman he loves — and takes revenge on the man who shattered his world.

A choice must be made 

The tables have turned, the stakes at an all-time high. A line will be crossed. It’s just a matter of time.



A dark and suspenseful romance series you will never forget. 
Intended for mature audiences 18+ 














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BOOK 1 - A WAR OF HEARTS - still 99 cents!!! https://getbook.at/awarofhearts -
BOOK 2 - A SEA OF SMOKE
How far would you go for love?
Would you kill?
Jake would. Why?
Because obsessive love knows no bounds.
And Jake will do anything for love. 

** SEE WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT A SEA OF SMOKE AND JAKE.
“A Sea of Smoke is the sequel to A War of Hearts, so if you haven’t read that book yet…bye! Go get it!! It is an amazing story! This book begins a few months after the first book ended.
The drama hits you like a sledge hammer from page one!
**Jake: also gets darker, his jealousy and stubbornness really come to light throughout the book. He knows what he wants and he refuses to let that go!
Kristen : I loved how much stronger she is in this book!!
Logan: shows even more of his monster ways. He is jealous, manipulative, controlling and at times murderous. He is truly the villain you will love to hate!
The gritty realism in this novel will have you on the edge of your seat the whole time! I couldn’t put it down until I knew what happened next!! I absolutely loved all the drama and back and forth made for a quick read. I can not wait to see where Karen Lynn takes this story next!” — Katy R. 5*

Antagonist LOGAN in my books.

He could see the darkness through the cracks
Yet cursed the daylight every waking hour
She was his painful addiction
But if she didn’t come back soon
He promised to make her life a living hell





Monday, July 23, 2018

Author Spotlight!



Author R.M. Simone 

My life is all around this creativity of writing, teaching, healing, and opening up realms of light for those that are drawn to 'me' and my services along with this creative life I live. My 'writing' came to me naturally. It just happens to 'FLOW" for me and the dreamy worlds I seem to 'see into'. 

I discovered in 2008, that a series of four books wrote themselves about a woman that her pathway of spirit opened up for her. Leaving a normal and very happy life for this adventure that drew her into other realms. I finished the books, sat back, and realized it was very much about myself. Writing it I did not realize that as often the 'writer and the story' weave from the author's own experience, imagination, dreams and wishes along with a message that felt it had to be expressed. I work a lot with VISUAL imagery and ART. This opens doors into other realms for myself to share to the reader the story or adventure i am taking them on with 'me'. My writing is centered around Romance, Fiction, Supernatural, Spiritual, Fantasy and Mystery. I also have recently launched a series of GOTH Romance and a Novella that carried energy 'codes' for the reader. 

I am an energy healing, angelic visionary and interior designer working with REIKI and Design along with LEY LINE GRIDS. My PASSION in my writing comes from my Creative FLOWS when i am in writing. I also have stories on fan fiction and was inspired by the Twilight books and films along with Books like the GOLDEN COMPASS and HARRY POTTER. 

 Roshandra warmly writing on... 

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I WRITE - Romance, Love stories - Tasteful Erotica - Vampire and Goth romances - BBW Voyeuristic Fantasy - Scifi - 

ADDITIONALLY I write FAN FICTION also under author name 'Roshandra' TWILIGHT and FSOG cross over stories and Edward Bella in the Canon. 

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Mr. White PROCLAIMED his “LOVE” for Ms. BLACK…Ms. Black has a momentary of VULNERABILITY and her own Truth…now what? WELL now the game is amping up. Taking it to the NEXT LEVEL. buckle up……when you have a chemistry as they share and two highly
intelligent minds and attraction never ending…well Turn up THE heat. ONCE LOVE is proclaimed and both sides agree it’s TRUE, you can then kick out the stops and limitations and take it to a hole other level. ROLE PLAYING … BLACK TIES trilogy and much more from R.M. Simone’ 
BLACK TIES trilogy 










BLACK TIES PARIS arc
Paths Cross and then again.    
Ms. Black and Mr. White meet in Paris.






GUISE Ménage et troise, Erotica, Paranormal, Occult
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SHADES OF LOVE Trilogy and arc a Fan Fiction discussion on FSOG and on TWILIGHT and then launches into this trilogy series and with TANTRA. You feel the steam off the pages. Shades of Love trilogy from R.M. Simone’ Highly recommended! Tammy Lynn REVIEW May 24, 2018 Format: Kindle Edition - Verified Purchase Tristan and Gabriella’s story is breathtakingly beautiful. I was totally into this book from the very start. Gabriella is a writer doing a favor for her model friend. When she shows up, she was like OMG! Looks like a FSOG set up. But Tristan is there waiting and talks her down. What does she do? Read to find out. Another thing I’ll say, they have real chemistry. Soul binding chemistry. Does that spark your interest? Go, go, go!!! Put this hot number on your next to be read! Total 5 stars! 

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BOOK V Saga THE KISS, THE MIST and THE REBORN and novellas also Kismet Vampire novels GOTHIC GATES series is a modern Goth Romance and a back story that is a classic NOIR.  










Contemporary GOTH Romance with a NOIR classic ‘back story’. He’s an Immortal and she does not even believe in Past Lives. How does this unfold? 

GOTHIC GATES series from R.M. Simone’


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GOTHIC GATES -  #48 NEW REVIEW thank you Super, Sexy New Gothic Romance By Kitri Kon July 17, 2018 Format: Kindle Edition 
Spellbinding new Gothic romance. An unsuspecting, knows her own mind heroine, Samantha, accepts a one-time job of courier to bring a high dollar music order to an elite gothic castle. The stage for seduction is set the moment she steps through the wrought iron Gothic Gates and enters the realm of Dante. A to die for, mysterious hero steeped in the realms of dark luxury, immortal power and erotic pleasure. As soon as Samantha enters the castle, she is immediately swept up into the enchanting world of a Gothic castle ball. She is redressed at the bidding of her host in a scintillating, Gothic masquerade fashion then led to deliver the music to the master of the castle herself. Upon their very first meeting, sparks fly between this couple.
Samantha’s fire meets Dante’s cool old-world elegance in a clash of passion that will have the reader checking to be sure their kindle didn’t just overheat.
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Here are some KEY Quotes and Prelude excerpts from some of my Books 
GOTHIC GATES: VENICE FALLING IN LOVE 

 *Prelude from Devon* 
Sometimes Love Begins this Way We all carry a dream within ourselves that holds the promise of a love that makes time stop, written in the stars, and holds us in her bosom of forever. Every girl, young woman, carries that dream and we never speak it. For if we did our dream would not come into being, Devon From Devon about Dante' That night I 'changed' ...we made love all night long. My pearls remained on my body. I began to remember my past life here in Venice with Dante. I was a 'courtesan' and he was my lover. I remembered all of it. We were so matched on love making. I took his breath away that night. I surprised my most intimate dreams of what I was capable of in love making. I left him wanting 'more' as sunrise rose. I smiled; the courtesan I was did not permit me to marry him then. I was so in love with him, but our stations were different. This life though was different as none of that mattered. This was the life somehow, we both planned on merging into this romance of love. I hoped this was the true moment of when the heart with her body meets him into a sacred divine union. I loved Dante' without a doubt...Venice opened my true heart of hearts. His words to me in our love making made me smile. "You my dear were a courtesan here in Venice and you stole my Heart." "Steal it again, it belonged to you always." 

NOVELLA ALLEANDREA his Beloved a Quote... Alleandrea's bridge of this love was to see the Swan Masquerade Ball of the past in Paris France and that evening that Kismet touched them both. Upon seeing her, his Venus Botticelli for the first moment, he could not breathe. He waited as she walked towards him standing in the centering under the cosmic Lapis Blue ceiling of the silk canopy over the dance floor. Around him swirled the masquerade ball all in swan masks. She wore none and his Venetian mask he held in his hand. She walked towards him not seeing him Breathe he told himself, just breathe. Love was coming into his arms. 
The NOVELLA opens the reader to this LOVE STORY and bridging the past to the present. Both lovers are reading this same story BOOK V and the memories swirl and wash over both of them now. They meet. There is MUSIC to this NOVELLA TOO. 

Also available to enjoy as you sweetly read Alleandrea's love story. ALCHEMY, The Gold RING. A series of THREE books all about Alchemy, the France Ley Line Grid, a mystery pathway each are on, for different reasons and a love match of Twin soul mates. France, the Art, the Locations, and the Alchemist of the past provide part of this story. The real story holds an intrigue for Ascension for the reader and some very beautiful but hot steamy love moments between these two unsuspecting matched loves. Prologue Paris was in her shroud that evening when I saw her walking across to the cafe. It was night time in the rainy season of late fall. Normally tourists are all gone by this time of year. I watched her leave the Louvre' as she darted between the slow late traffic. Only the locals were sitting in the cafe. The rain was about to come down, but she made it in time while the fog draped the landscape. Mizzle is what some people called this kind of rain in the mist of the fog. She was out to meet someone, I wondered? My mood matched the shroud of Paris at the moment. I could not stop looking at this girl. Something different about her compelled me to watch. She had a naivety and that American trust that the world was a safe place for her. It was not. She looked like she just got out of college. Maybe twenty-three years old at the most. My attention kept being drawn back to her. She was reaching for her cell phone to probably call the person she was meeting. I quietly watched as I stayed in the shadows at the café. She had not noticed anyway. She was about to grab a table under the awnings as it appeared maybe near where I was watching her from. She put her cell phone back into her pocket then looked right at me. Our eyes locked. I don't think she expected to see someone staring at her from the dark. I debated to speak up with introducing myself. I debated longer than what might be considered polite. 


ONE KISS from R.M. Simone’ Fan Fiction Cross Over Novel
Breehan Marie Cygnet   
HER THOUGHTS – Note from Author R.M. Simone’ on story.
Bree and Ethan
The week apart creates time for both Ethan and Bree the polarization changes they each must think about. It is crazy love with passions, flying wildly so high is a runaway train taking their life purposes off track at a moment’s combustion. What had Bree opened within herself with the sexual primal levels of carnal passions? Had Ethan created his own watershed? He’s building his company in public relations, media world and success for his clients he helps to model their product image may be flipped on its end. Having her in his office in Seattle was a solution to help her work feeling comfortable. Is Alise going to change the look of his branding environment of the PUBLICIS? You betcha… Brother sister dynamics are about to come into play now. Relationship dynamics are each thinking over the next move when they reconnect. Breathe Ethan, your strong self control will handle the volatile changes you both erupt with and calm things down.
Still water runs deep. Bree needs to keep her head clear now too, she must juggle this real life, career opportunity and also the side consulting commitment to James Wolfe’s good cause. Oh, yes, enter James Wolfe in the picture too. And yes, enter Alise landing her dream job too. It is going to get interesting now to a whole next level of ONE KISS Story, by Roshandra.  R.M. Simone’  






AUTHOR INTERVIEW  by  CRYSTAL L. GAUTHIER

Welcome R.M. Simone - 

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
 Early in pre-teen period as I began by holding summer plays I 'wrote' and organized and put on.  But it was in high school in English Lit class listening to the classics, that I would drift out of the window in thoughts.  I began having this Alice in Wonderland sense of a world for myself to write from.  So, I realized I was always 'writing' or presenting a deeper look into something.  But it was not until I began writing for real estate publications on 'haunted' older properties and 'spirit energy' did I begin to have people comment on how good my writing was.  I did not begin to take this seriously till after I read TWILIGHT.  I was opened to 'write' seriously from the internet trailer for the movie.   The hunting of the deer caught in the forest crossfire of two trees opened a doorway for me to take to PEN.  I immediately researched what the trailer was for and found TWILIGHT.  This spoke to me and then I sat down after seeing the movie and reading the first book into my own work.  That year 2008 I wrote 4 books HERSTORY which I did not publish.  Merely as my exercise to see if I could do this professionally.   This began it for me.  2011-2012 began my Indie publishing my own body of work.

How long does it take you to write a book?  It depends.  If I'm on 'fire' on a story and a character speaking clearly to me, it can be fairly short on time.  I tend to merge into my story line or character view and it just FLOWS fast.  I type really fast and it can be a week to finish rough draft on a 300-page book.  A tribology will take me about three-months with no distractions and first stage of proofing.   My Saga which was 1,000 pages and became a three-novel set of books at 350 pages each, took me three months of endless writing.  I had no idea in doing that created the novels sequentially.  My editor said it was set up with clear set of novels in order.  I thought with that many pages and over 350,000 words total it would need months of cut splice and trim and add.  Not so.  It was all in order.  Surprised me and my editor smiled. 

What is your work schedule like when you're writing?  I try to keep a balance.  I love to hunker down and in and hermit into the world of the story and my characters.  Reality though needs you to exercise the body, eat, and do PR.  If I look at that I tend to be in cycles honestly.  When I am doing my PR and blogs and promoting I am often NOT IN Writer's mode.  The other part of my brain is working.  I have times though I totally am engulfed in the writer world and do nothing else.  My daughter is grown and on her own career out of the state too.  My life is devoted to my creative work and what I love to do.  So, I do not need to juggle other things.  My world is my creative life.  It merely FLOWS.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?  My style is unique.  It is lyrical, poetic and it is rather like a vision that draws the reader into the world I create for them. I also 'write' in various prose styles.   I found this out accidently.  I write in 'Old English' style or at times like a magical grimoire'.   I'm highly visual and detail orientated and also do historical and art history as part of my books.   Additionally, I do write on Fan Fiction.

How do your books get published? Self-Published and through people that 'find me'.  It's fascinating how this happens.

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books? Inspiration comes from music, visions I receive or art.  Dream come to me often on an idea or a whole book.  A character also will begin talking to me and a new book from that voice.

When did you write your first book and how old were you?   2008-2009 I write 4 books, and this began the realism of my writing seriously. 

What do you like to do when you're not writing?  Listen to classical music or some great new song that is popular.

What does your family think of your writing? My daughter greatly admires this.  My family though all tragically died in a car matter.  A few others passed due to health matters. 

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?  The fact I seemed to learn quickly how to do the covers myself, the inside book templates and gather my networking.

How many books have you written? Which is your favorite? Over 40 books.  Hard to pick one.  Gothic Gates series, Shades of Love trilogy and arcs and Black Ties trilogy.  But Book V Saga, my vampire mid 1700's Paris Kismet Romance might be my favorite.    

Do you have any suggestions to help me become a better writer? If so, what are they?  Keep growing. Perfect your genre, but step outside your genre and try another one too.  This all helps you grow and keep refining what you are doing. Always MAKE IT BETTER.

Do you hear from your readers much? What kinds of things do they say?  Yes, I do.  I love interacting with them via emails.  I have men surprisingly read my romance erotica books and they react telling me 'thank you'.  It aids them on their love making as giving them information.  Also, people contact me telling me my books have an 'energy' feeling to them.  That they feel involved in the book story and they are learning about Tantra also through the books.  They tell me their 'vision' opens up and psychic worlds through my books and characters.  

Do you like to create books for adults?  My erotica is tasteful and so yes.  I do however, have books that are pure romance and can be YA.  Also, Sci-fi and yes vampire and goth. Fairy tales and coming soon will be myth fantasy.

What do you think makes a good story?  Combination of a lead extremely interesting character and the world behind the setting of the story line.  Story line has to hold your interest and how this is all staged and set up.  Characters are key.

As a child, what did you want to do when you grew up? Fashion designer or model.

Any books in the works? Yes, The Corest...a family of three sisters with this oddity of all the women wearing a corset.  This one is rather generational and how they each handle that as their signature lingerie.  Also, a Sci Fi on sex robot dolls. So funny this one is another vampire novel called Beauty of a Man.      

What are your plans for the future?  A top BIG Five Publishing House contract and NYC Bestseller.  Also, England with my Vampire and Goth books and my own Publishing House eventually in San Francisco. 

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