Sydney Molare's Mental Ruminations

Happy New Years and all that....LOL.

2011-01-06T14:22:00.003-05:00

I hope you guys are having a great year! This is The Year of Positivity for me! I'm trying to have noting but positive thoughts. As a friend said, "It's harder than you think." So true. AND get this: My new years resolution was : TO BE SELFISH. We, as women give, give and give but sometimes we need to be refreshed and GET. And that's where I am: To be positively selfish!

Now for the writing...I'm feeling pretty HUMINAL these days. That's correct, I'm thinking a human/animal X is in the works. Something other than the vampires and werewolves. I'm just about burned out on them.

Just stay tuned. I'm gonna surprise you all...MUAH!

I am playing Sydney Claus!

2010-12-22T14:02:00.002-05:00

I'm selling copies of i want it now for $6..no shipping!

So...if you want one now (LOL), send your moolah via paypal [sydneymolare@yahoo.com]. Good until Friday...cause I most likely won't be coherent from then until Monday. **happy dancing** Ho! Ho! Ho!

Reader reactions....LOL!

2010-12-19T18:25:00.003-05:00

Have you ever gotten an email with a SQUEAL inside? I mean where the email author was SO excited about reading something you wrote you literally felt the paper squeal!

I got one of those emails about i want it now. This reader was totally enamored with Dubois in You've Got Male. Talk about making my day! Honestly, EVERYONE is in love with this talk stick of licorice with an accent...including Moi. LOL.

But I do understand. He was created to be "The Total Male Package"...and the response to him: phenomenal. Okay, I'm getting the shakes thinking about him come to life...anywho, if you haven't picked up a copy, get yours today. No one has been disappointed yet...

I Want it Now Book Trailer!

2010-11-19T12:56:00.000-05:00

Check it out!

Author Reflection on the times....

2010-09-28T19:00:00.002-04:00

From being in the writing biz since ~2002, I've seen many changes in this world. So, here are some things I think might be extinct within <5 years:

1. Paperback book costing >$7
2. ANY book not available for instant download
3. Brick and mortar bookstores
4. Bookstore signings
5. Book tours that aren't cybertours.

Why? Look at the rapidly changing landscape, folks. Big name book chains are folding, we are a culture of instant gratification and let's face it, not many people come out to bookstore signings, so why invest hundreds or thousands for less or equal return? Evenually the numbers (depleted pockets) will keep you at home :(.

If you think I'm out in left field, let me know!

No Happily Ever After ???

2010-09-27T16:08:00.003-04:00

Can you have good romance if there isn't a "happily ever after?"

I ask this since I had one reviewer not like the last story in "i want it now" because it didn't clear up an "issue" for her. Honestly, from her comments, I definitely got the feeling that a FEMALE polygamist wasn't game in her book. No matter how many menage-a trois and adulterous affairs we write and get women to fantasize about, put the shoe on the other foot and all HECK NAW TO THE MAX breaks out! LOL.

But, I LOVE to push the envelope and stretch out comfort zones...one delicious word at a time...maybe she'll get the point after a while? Hmmmm :)

Do YOU Want it now? LOl

2010-09-23T16:54:00.002-04:00

i want it now!

Wow! What do you do when things go better than you ever dreamed? Scream, holler, shout and in my case, do a booty dance or two! LOl. No kidding!

Why am I a happy sistergirl? I've been reading the reviews and...They LIKE me! They LIKE me! (sotto Sally Fields voice)

Yes, Ms. Sydney is receiving 4/5 and 5/5 reviews for this baby! **cheesing here** My BEST start out the gate yet.

So....guess who is in a giving mood? MOI! :) I'll give a copy of i want it now to the FIRST person emailing me (sydneymolare@yahoo.com) with the correct answer to this:

In "Fiending For It" what is the name that Chaz and Elena give their sexual excursion?

The time starts NOW!

2009-01-06T12:29:00.005-05:00

"I knew I had to stab this bitch in her chest."

That first line alone usually makes folks stop in their tracks. LOL.

I had a great time doing this anthology with Literary Wonders. My story, The Snow Globe, tends to elicit such a deep reaction in women. Probably because we've all wanted to "Snow Globe" a man...or two...in our lives. But here it is in it's entirety. And hope you guys will pick up a copy of this anthology. The writing is righteous.

Some days it just doesn’t pay to be the “other woman”…

especially when the wife shows up.

Read "The Snow Globe" Here

Tina McKinney spills the taboo beans on her new novel...

2008-11-25T17:11:00.004-05:00

The cover is here!

2008-11-18T13:44:00.003-05:00

This is the cover of my March 2009 release with "Driving My Man Wild" in it. I'm loving it. Give feedback!

Tina Turner and Sydney Molare! One Night Only!!!!

2008-11-08T15:32:00.004-05:00

ONE NIGHT ONLY in Atlanta, GA, November 9th!!!!!!

in celebration of my.................... BIRTHDAY.

**Rumpshaka**

**Half-split**

**Slow (real slow) grind**

(Actually the big day was 11/8 but she wasn't there until 11/9)

So, wish me a great time and I'll post the pics when I get back! So stay sweet, sexy, mature...just RIGHT until I return, hear?

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!

2008-11-06T01:06:00.002-05:00

No words needed. I'm just high on life right about now...

Need an ehug

2008-11-01T19:22:00.002-05:00

I've had a dull head ache most of the day and my blood pressure is up, so i'm a bit down. So I'm canvassing for an ehug right about now. Hope you'll send one my way.

Smooches!

Syd

Wow, how the industry is changing....

2008-10-30T14:15:00.004-05:00

Nothing ever stays the same. Change is always coming, ready or not.

I marvel at how the publishing industry has changed in just the past 5 years. From traditional houses and larger authors trashing self-published authors using print on demand (POD) to finding out POD isn't too bad. In fact, POD has even been "upgraded" euphemistically to "hybrid publishing". Afterall, you can't trash it then embrace it later, can you?

I even remember when people scoffed at ebooks. "Who the heck is gonna read a book online?" I dunno. Let's ask supersuccessful Ellora's Cave, Whiskey Creek, etc.

But the bottom line, those self-published, determined, renegades authors HAVE made significant inroads into the traditional publishing houses pockets. And they finally took notice.

Folks, your gut tells you the truth. If you have a hunch, jump on it then plan to ride the wave until you see something happening.

Remember the writer's trinity: Patience, Persistence and Pushing.

Peace out.

It's Official!

2008-10-29T11:11:00.003-05:00

Yes, little ole me will be doing a 3 novella anthology starring, guess who? ME!!!!!

**Booty dancing**
**Popping**

---->Sitting my mature behind down. LOL.

But I am happy to be given this chance to "show what I'm working with" on a larger scale. Don't EVER, never ever count Syd out. She might be incognito for a minute....but she always rises again.

Stay tuned!!!!!

Are you being YOU or them?

2008-09-21T18:39:00.002-04:00

How many times have you been asked: So, who do you write like?

Irritating, I know. But the fact is, agents and publishers tend to have the sheep effect: If this one works, others just like it should follow the same path. They want more of what’s selling and if you aren’t it, many times you get the old rejection letter. And by the time you decide to play the game their way, giving the length of time between acceptance and actual publication, the market may be saturated. And that transmits into not so stellar sells. Which means you may not meet your advance, which in turn, translates into: Thanks but no thanks the second time around or you are pigeon-holed into a genre and can’t get you agent to “buy into” another genre.

Sometimes it seems like you can’t win, huh.

I was totally unaware of this phenomenon when I began writing. But I’ve since learned it’s a classic question from agents and publishers. Expect it.

I realized early on I wanted to write in any genre I chose. Was I a hard “fit” for an agent? Sure. But I kept writing and publishing in various venues and soon, I had a following. People always knew, they never knew what to expect from me. I’ve written short stories, mystery/suspense (my favorite), erotica, quasi-Christian and mainstream. Bottom line, I write what I’d like to read in a novel. And if that “like” takes me down a different path than my last book, so be it.

You authentic voice makes you stand out from the homogenous crowd. It makes a new reader take notice and cruise the net for your other works. It validates your soul when you get the email stating, “This novel is so different from the rest!” Blush. Blush.

I feel that as a writer, taking chances in your writing style is a good thing. The “sheep” may not notice it right away, but stay true to yourself. Eventually, “they” will get it and come calling.
Hopefully, the next time the question is asked, “So, who do you write like?” You can respond, “Me.”

See how many other folks have your name! There is only 1 Sydney Molare...as it should be!

HowManyOfMe.com

There are
1
or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

Driving My Man Wild!!!!!!

2008-09-12T16:29:00.002-04:00

My third Satisfy Me novella- - Satisfy Me, Tonight-- has been put into pre-production! The title is.........Driving My Man Wild!

Drop date is March 2009 which in reality is just around the corner.AND.....drumroll please....they asked me to do a 3 story novella volume with just little old me in it. That's right, stories by me, me and me. Is this chick stoked? Ah huh.

**Booty dancing**

I'll post the cover just as soon as they give me a hint.

Till Next Time....

Syd

I AM a woman....

2008-08-27T14:29:00.003-04:00

Many people always send me letters beginning, Dear Mr. Molare. I chuckle, get over myself and find out what the letter is about. My gender in the writing world has never been a big issue to me....in the past.

However, after hearing Michelle Obama on Monday night, I am claiming and proclaiming my womanhood, feminity, uterus/uteri, Fallopianness from mountain to valley, hilltop to ditch: I AM WOMAN!!!!!!!

Wow, that woman came with it or like they say in church, she showed up and showed out. Now that the kind of "stand by your man" stuff I can and will work with--positivity, mutual support, and the love of family just shined through.

Ok, enough about the Family Obama of which I am a fan, let's apply this to our writing world. Too many "toxic love" books out there folks. Authors we must take responsibility and realized that continuing to peddle women seeking free loving from misognystic--but fine as hell--dudes is destructive. Destructive to a woman's psyche, self-esteem and ultimately our existance.

Now how about we "flip the script" and write about a Family Obama and their married folks loving and dealing with real life versus the hit it and run off/absentee daddy? Wouldn't that be sexy as hell to find a married couple that's still hot for each other as when they first hooked up, despite the hoolihoos trying to holler and offer up the free pootitang? Wouldn't that be so cool for the wife to not only not allow herself to be in a position of "being the last to know" but to have her game (meaning her modus operandi) so tight hubby can't see past his buffet. Can't speak for you, but I'm getting horny talking about it.

Anyway, I must say again, Michelle Obama, you inspire me. Barack, I sure hope you understand and realize what you DO have. Authors, let's give this a shot, k?

Peace out.

Haters...

2008-08-07T17:00:00.005-04:00

I've mentioned before about haters, author jealousy, the entire spectrum of keeping another person down simply because you lack what they have. Then I ran across this piece which has been attributed to Dr. Maya Angelou (haven't confirmed) on another board and had to post it, because it is very, very fitting in my mind. So to all you haters out there....Enjoy!

'HATERS', BY MAYA ANGELOU (Deep!)

A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall. They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough! When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters...

That' s why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed...

It's dangerous to be like somebody else...

If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right? You never know what people have gone through to get what they have...

The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story...

If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too!

We've all got some haters among us! Some people envy you because you can:

1. Have a relationship with God

2. Light up a room when you walk in

3. Start your own business

4. Tell a man / woman to hit the curb (if he / she isn't about the right thing)

5. Raise your children without both parents being in the home

Haters can't stand to see you happy .
Haters will never want to see you succeed .
Haters never want you to get the victory .
Most of our haters are people who are supposed to be on our side.

How do you handle your undercover haters? You can handle these haters by:

1.Knowing who you are & who your true friends are *(VERY IMPORTANT!!)

2.Having a purpose to your life. Purpose does not mean having a job. You can have a job and still be unfulfilled. A purpose is having a clear sense of what God has called you to be. Your purpose is not defined by what others think about you.

3. By remembering what you have is by divine perogative and not human manipulation. Fulfill your dreams! You only have one life to live...when its your time to leave this earth, you want to be able to say, 'I've lived my life and fulfilled my dreams,... Now I'm ready to go HOME! '

When God gives you favor, you can tell your haters, 'Don't look at me...Look at Who is in charge of ME'

Watch out for Haters...... ......... .....BUT most of all don't become a HATER!

'A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.' Maya Angelou

'People fear what they don't understand, I understand what I don't fear..'--lukrativ
' Tact is for those not witty enough to use sarcasm.'

Loving Me!

2008-08-04T18:05:00.003-04:00

I recently read a list entitled: Reasons why Black Men won't date Black Women. It was NOT nice...and then we wonder why our relationships aren't getting stronger. We keep feeding into this type of BS. You know, I've NEVER seen a why other races don't date their own races list...except for African Americans. This self-destruction doesn't make sense folks!

So, this new list was posted that I thought was definitely wonderful.... Hope you enjoy it like I did...OK, I've vented.

25 THINGS BROTHERS SHOULD BE SAYING TO SISTERS

1) I love you

2) I just called to hear your voice.

3) Is there anything I can do to make things better?

4) You look nice today.

5) Did you lose some weight?

6) You complete me.

7) I missed you.

8) No matter what happens, we will get through this together.

9) Our kids just don't know how lucky they are to have you as a mother.10) Enjoy your night out with the girls.

11) I'm sorry.

12) You did a good job.

13) I need you.

14) If that's what you really want to do, I'm behind you all the way.

15) I'm proud of you.

16) Let's go out tonight.

17) God must have spent a little more time on you.

18) Whenever you're frustrated, depressed, confused or feeling that thewhole world is closing in on you, remember that I'm here for you.

19) I'll take the kids with me; you need a break.

20) You were right; I was wrong.

21) I trust you.

22) Did you make an appointment to get a mammogram and Pap smear?

23) I don't care what anyone says, I know i couldn't have done itwithout you.

24) Thank you for being the woman that you are.

25) If they turned the clocks back, I'd marry you all over again.

Making a woman feel like a woman and reassuring her that she's yourwoman are the most powerful ingredients in an incandescent loverelationship.Remember Brothers, there is extraordinary power in the spoken word.So if you have a woman in your life who has changed your life, then startto speak up!

Purple Panties

2008-07-19T13:24:00.003-04:00

For those who don't know, I'm in Purple Panties, the lesbian erotica collection edited by Zane. It was part of that "expansion of an author's mind", stretching your writing boundaries, stepping outside your comfort zone I'm always spouting. Since I didn't have any real life experience, I had to depend upon my imagination. ..and it garnered me a spot in the first anthology.

And let me say this, I am PROUD to be in it. I have never read such good ass erotica in one book before. These chicks wrote their asses off! I'm not a lesbian, but my partner has been one happy dude after reading each and every story. I'm telling ya'll, these women have made me step up my erotic game. Bland, spicy, voyeur or blatant, they come with it!!!!!

But do you guys know how controversial this book has become? It's been removed from a number of book sites, deleted from bookclub discussions, etc., with the claim of it being offensive to some members. Heck, EVERYTHING is offensive to somebody. I had to send off a letter expressing my freedom to express just like they had.

But nevertheless, I do hope you'll pick up a copy.

Smooches!

Syd

WHO IS THAT?

2008-07-10T12:55:00.002-04:00

That's the questions many folks--a lot I already know well--are asking when I meet them again. Usually, it's the "she looks familiar but I can't place her" confused look...then blam! they're like, "It's You!"

Of course it is. It got to the point where i had to reassess my own self. Do I not look like me anymore? Then I finally pinpointed things: I've become free again.

Really. After my mother's death, I refused to follow convention and be bound by other's rules. I began living like I truly wanted to--dating on a whim with whomever, cutting ties where they should have been cut years before, traveling, not suffocating my 17YO and letting him grow into his own manhood...just living life like I've got only a little bit of time left. I very, very happy right now. I guess it's showing.

PLUS I am using this dermalastyl. At $150 per 2 ounce bottle, it ought to be good. Anywho, I thought I looked below my age before, I'm getting the you must be her younger sexy, sister comments....so I've managed to shave a few more years off.

So my thought for the day: Let go and let God. Do what you want to do that doesn't hurt others, but live life for yourself.

With that, I'm outta here!

Smooches!!!!

Love Note Pressed on Skin...[Contest]

2008-03-31T16:40:00.004-04:00

What is more delicious than a scented love noted received from your sweetie?
That's read over and over while pressing the delish scent into your nose, neck and chest?

Nothing in my book.

Writing about it so turned me on! So in honor of my upcoming release in Satisfy Me III, Driving my Man Wild, where the main character gets some "inspiration" from 200 year old love letters, I'm hosting the Love Note Pressed on Skin Contest!

How to Enter?

Share with me the contents of what you feel was your most romantic love note. Doesn't matter how gritty, base or nasty it is. In fact, you don't have to clean up the language, I'm interested in seeing/hearing about them in the "raw." I'll then let the public vote on my top three choices. So, since it doesn't cost a thing, get to entering... Just send your note to: sydneymolare@yahoo.com.

Deadline: May 1, 2008

Prize? $50 cash. I can deliver via Paypal or mail the moolah. Your choice.

Divine Friday!!!!

2008-03-14T14:07:00.003-05:00

It's Friday and I don't feel like doing squat! I'm out on Spring Break and can't believe that it's come and gone already. I need another week out doggonit!

I saw this photo and just HAD to share. It tickled me and repulsed me simultaneously. I guess I'll never make America's Next Top Model--actually I won't for a number of reasons beginning with I'm only 5'4"--but haute couture can be very unattractive. There is nothing in his makeup that would make me wanna purchase that outfit.

**bout of nausea**

Anywho, have a wonderful weekend folks. I'm out!

Heartache again...

2008-03-13T12:07:00.005-05:00

Once again, a wife had the most unpleasant duty of standing by her philandering man, showing her support, shoring up his flagging public opinion at the expense of her own self worth.

Ladies, just STOP IT NOW.

I am not a stand by my man at any cost type of woman. It's time we as women said what we wanted and let our actions speak for themselves. There is no way in the world that look on Silda Spitzer's face could be thought to be anything but what it was: Anguish, embarrassment, betrayal. Yet, some politico spin doctor has instructed her to be there, smile, show support for your man.

What the hell about her?

What about the fact that not only did he steal from the people, he misused and maligned her? Could have infected her with a myriad of diseases? Lied to her and the kids at some point to cover an inconsistency? And then he can turn around and ask her to stand by him?

What about her, dammit?

She's Back!!!! Dyan Garris....

2008-03-06T15:40:00.003-05:00

What Is The Real Secret To Manifesting?

There are a multitude of books about manifesting money, the laws of attraction, and the so-called secret to such. And along with that there are multitudes of people who are now in therapy trying to get to the bottom of why they cannot manifest. I wrote Money and Manifesting to teach people exactly how to get to the root of the matter and how to really create whatever they desire, instead of just thinking about it.

There is so much more to manifesting than thinking positive thoughts, repeating positive affirmations, and applying the laws of attraction. In order to manifest we need to be able to connect the dots. We need to be able to go from point A to B. We need to understand energy and how it works and we need to learn how to transform energy and make something out of nothing.

We are certainly capable of changing our thoughts. We are capable of thinking positively and affirming those positive thoughts. We are capable of letting go and having faith that whatever we’re trying to create with our minds will eventually show up. But this is only part of the process and there is something wrong with this picture as many have discovered.

So here are some of the real secrets: We cannot effectively manifest anything from a place of ego based wants, needs, and desires. We cannot create effectively here in the earth plane with only our minds. The seat of creation is the root chakra – our base. And the energy of money resides in the root chakra as a very basic symbol of survival. So why are you trying to create money with your minds?

There is something else too. If you can identify with something, if you can see yourself reflected in something or someone, you then have a springboard for change. And then if you can fully integrate and implement what you learned from seeing yourself reflected, you then have transformation. Because of this, parts of Money and Manifesting are fictionalized so there is a very good story here too and one which everyone can identify with.
When you’re done reading the book, you’ve also had an exercise in left brain/right brain integration, which is a first and basic step of manifesting. When you’ve read the last page and you close the book, you will feel the shift. That is what has the power to change your life. Forever.

Dyan Garris is the author of Voice of the Angels – A Healing Journey Spiritual Cards, The Book of Daily Channeled Messages, Talk To Your Food! Intuitive Cooking, and Fish Tale of Woe – Lost at Sea. In 2005 she created a series of music and meditation CDs for healing, Automatic Chakra Balance,™ and vibrational attunement of mind, body, and spirit.

Authors Looking Bad

2008-03-05T15:52:00.003-05:00

**Sigh**

Sometimes it just doesn't pay to be on message boards. You learn too much stuff, too quickly. I can't even claim innocence because the nosy sleuths have already put the 4-1-1 out there for me to click the link and ooh and aah about.

Guess you are wondering what bug crawled into my G-string, huh? It's this one: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23463908.

Once again, an author has given authorhood a bad name. And these traditional publishers....sheesh! I think I'll pen a new memoir, get a fat advance, then stick my tongue out and let them try to sue to get a penny back when they find out it's fake, fake, fake.

This would take me into gestapo mode: heads would roll, hearts ripped out of chests...Make some"breathing room" in the budget.

Good girl authors do finish last...but not for always :)

LaConnie Taylor-Jones is in the house....

2008-02-18T10:33:00.003-05:00

LaConnie Taylor-Jones, a native Memphian, is a health educator consultant and holds advanced degrees in community public health and business administration. Married, she is the mother of four and resides with her family in Antioch, California located in Northern California. She is also an active member of the Contra Costa Alumnae chapter of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc., the African American Community Health Advisory Committee, Black Women Organized for Political Action, and the San Francisco Area and Black Diamond chapters of Romance Writers of America. You can visit her website at http://www.laconnietaylorjones.com/.

When I'm With You Synopsis:

Caitlyn Thompson meets Marcel Baptiste when her car breaks down. Towed to one of his BMW dealerships, she initially thinks he’s the mechanic. They are drawn to each other from the start, but Caitlyn’s issues with trust become apparent.Caitlyn has no idea Marcel is the anonymous benefactor to who she submitted a grant request. Although Marcel realizes Caitlyn’s identity, he keeps the connection quiet. Marcel becomes aware of Caitlyn’s reticence to share personal information, but he refuses to be dissuaded. He slowly draws her into his protective embrace and loving family, and Caitlyn must free herself from her fears and allow Marcel to bring her the love and joy she deserves.

Read the excerpt!

Caitlyn tightly clutched her small handbag to her chest. “Thanks again for dinner. It’s been a wonderful evening.”

Marcel drove Caitlyn back to her apartment after dinner since she’d taken BART to San Francisco to meet him. Seated inside his plush, black BMW, Caitlyn glanced over to find he’d turned his back against the door. From the moment he’d put the car in park, he hadn’t said a word, but his penetrating gaze spoke volumes.

As far as she was concerned, he didn’t need to speak because what she saw in his eyes said it all. She saw unabashed desire and it burned her to a crisp. She knew if they ever got together, they would set off a five-alarm blaze.Caitlyn tore her gaze away and stared out the front windshield. Fear from the past reared its ugly head. At this point in her life, she didn’t want to feel an attraction for any man, and she certainly didn’t want to feel it this soon for the one sitting next to her. She’d experienced one disastrous relationship all because she’d foolishly placed her confidence in someone she thought she could trust. That error had nearly destroyed her, and it was one she’d vowed to never make again.

She sucked in a deep breath. “Marcel, I-I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” The words came out hoarse and choked, despite her best effort to maintain a rock-steady tone.

Marcel frowned. “Why?”

“I-I’m not the right person for you to get involved with.”

He shook his head. “You’re wrong on that one, Caitlyn.” He grabbed her left hand. “Can you honestly sit here and tell me I’m solo in what I’m feeling?”

It was a long while before she could say anything. She could no more deny the attraction she felt for Marcel than not take her next breath. “No, and if I knew how to stop my emotions right now, I would.”

He lifted her hand to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. “Tell me what you feel.”She turned to him, staring with a soft gaze. “When?”

“Right now.” He kissed the inside of her palm. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“When I’m with you, I feel safe...like nothing in the world can ever hurt me.”

“Then hold on to that.” Releasing her hand, he inched over and braced his arm along the passenger seat. Caitlyn glanced over at him. “What do you feel?”

He trailed his finger along her cheek and focused on her lips. “I feel like I’ll lose my mind if I don’t kiss you.” Despite the darkness, he tried to search her eyes for permission. He wouldn’t rush her. She’d been hurt once and he vowed no one would ever do it again. He waited patiently for her answer. The moment she looped her arm around his neck and parted her lips, it was all the acknowledgment he needed.The kiss started out gentle, but grew hotter, more urgent, and she moaned under the assault of his mouth. Marcel deepened the kiss, and she clutched the lapels of his jacket as though they were a life preserver that would protect her against the carnal storm threatening to sweep her out into the Pacific Ocean.When they parted, Caitlyn fought to breathe, fought to control her heart, which was beating as if she’d run a twenty-mile marathon. With her head bowed, she placed her hand at the center of her chest. “There’s something you should know.”

Marcel released a long sigh of satisfaction. “Talk to me.”

“I-I’m ...”

Marcel gently lifted her chin and met her gaze. “Come on, Caitlyn. Talk to me.” He stroked his finger along her brow. “You can trust me.”

Tears shimmered in her eyes. “He hurt me.”“What did he do?”The words lodged in her throat. The pain was still too raw, the hurt too deep. Caitlyn shook her head, an indication she wasn’t ready to discuss it.

Marcel nodded his acceptance of her stance. “Listen, whenever you’re ready, all right?”

With a solemn look, Caitlyn turned her face to hide the fear in her eyes. “I’ve been running from him for three years.”

“Is that why you’ve been so reluctant to share information about yourself?”

“Yes.”

Without uttering another word, Marcel got out and walked around to the other side of the car. He opened the passenger door and helped Caitlyn out.Caitlyn looked up at him. “Marcel, I’ll understand if you don’t want my baggage at your doorstep.”

He didn’t bother to shut the door and kept his gaze steady with hers. “When can I see you again?”

Married People Sex

2008-01-14T15:25:00.000-05:00

Yep, the title is correct. Believe it or not, married sex has become a writing fetish of mine. Having been married for--let's just say I almost got the dust from Moses' march across the Red Sea--I realize that hot, steamy passion is thought to diminish over time. We are taught to expect this.

But why is that? Honestly, I can't live a life without passion. As long as I'm able to "use what my mama gave me" I will. And I refuse to have pitiful, dragging "married people's sex" in real life or in my character's lives. Why can't the sheets being on fire be the norm not the exception? Why does married sex and boring pop up on the word association game.

I write how I like living for the most part. There is always an element of "me" in every story. How miniscule or humongous it is, I won't tell, but I'm there. (I'm a big voyeur) So when there is an opportunity to put a fresh marital dating idea out there or situation or X_my choice here__ I seize it. As Tyra says, I become "fierce!"

Again why?

If I write it well, he will come...and come....and come. Win win all the way around.

Peace out

Syd

Another Virtual Book Tour for Sydney!

2007-12-02T19:10:00.001-05:00

Follow me around cyberspace as I blog about Devil's Orchestra here, there and everywhere!

http://www.sydneymolare.com/calendar_II.html

Thanks to: Virtual Book Tours for Authors

Afraid to Live and Afraid to Die...

2007-11-29T16:00:00.000-05:00

My title thought hit me out of the blue a few days ago. How many of us don't live like we want because of our own fears yet we aren't ready to die either? Ironic indeed.

What, exactly, is the problem with our mental hard wiring? Why do we allow outsiders who are unknown/contribute nothing to our well-being to control our destiny? Why get all bent out of shape when you get a bad review. Consider the source, evaluate whether the content is worthy and realistic but don't let words written by a "shadow human" stop your show.

My mother was a fearful woman. She always told me I could do anything, yet she was afraid to do almost anything unless I pushed her. I wanted her to try so many things but she died having never flown, ridden a cruise boat or traveled outside of the country. Vacations were always long driving events. Fly and lay around in a hotel and chill? Uh uh. Wasn't gonna happen. If you didn't have an agenda, you were wasting your time, her time and that was NOT allowed.

I oftentimes now wonder where her fears came from and why she allowed them to hold her back. But I also know she couldn't have always been this fearful. My uncles told me stories of her riding horses, working with animals. In fact, she had a scar where she fell from a horse. Where was THIS mama as I grew up? I never saw her. I think she lived her adventures through me since I love challenges and would jump into a situation without a parachute in a heartbeat.

But one thing I do know, writer's you can't be afraid to live the life you want. Somebody is, so why NOT you? Because when you die, unlike money, you CAN take those great stories with you.

Think about it.

I May be the next candidate for the Witness Protection Program...LOL

2007-11-27T21:11:00.001-05:00

Why?

Well, it all started around 6:30 AM on my radio show You Don't Know Jack!

Carol and I had author, Dennis Griffin, who just happened to have written a book entitled Cullotta, based on the real life mafia crime figure, Frank Cullotta.

At ~6:35 and 45 seconds, give or talk, is when the fun really began...

It seems that Frank is alive and well BUT in the Witness Protection Program AND Frank sometimes shows up with Dennis at his book signings AND Frank currently has a standing contract on his life. Now I didn't know all this very essential-need-to-know information when I asked Dennis if he'd like to do a joint book signing...

OK, Is this wild or what???

Dennis even hosts Mafia tours in Las Vegas AND he and Frank jump on occassionally to the thrill of the customers. I can see the tour bus exploding just after Carol and I buy our tickets.

Check out this photo of Dennis. He looks like a mafioso himself, huh?

Anywho, join me at www.blogtalkradio.com/sydneymolare to hear what Dennis has to say about possibly getting "whacked" and other good stuff. He also will join us this Sunday @ 2pm EST for the "Books Instead" on You Don't Know Jack!

Pray that we didn't reveal any info to the bad guys....

Can't say we don't keep it interesting... LOL

The Sexiest Man Alive author, Diana Holquist

2007-11-26T22:11:00.000-05:00

I had the great pleasure to host Diana on You Don't Know Jack's radio show. I'm sure you guys will enjoy her just as much as I did...

I love to write. That’s pretty much all I do. Ask my family about the undone laundry, the un-bought groceries, and the fact that I rarely find time to get dressed in the morning. Actually, if you train your family right, they won’t notice any of these things. "Popcorn for dinner again, mom! Cool," say my filthy children. God bless them, they don’t know what panty hose are.

Oh, my poor husband.What else do you want to know about me? I love kids. I love cats. I love chocolate. (Not necessarily in that order.) I live outside of Philadelphia now with my husband, two kids, and one cat.

You can visit Diana's website at http://www.dianaholquist.com/

SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

Synopsis:

Jasmine Burns has always wanted to know the name of her one true love. Her sister Amy is a psychic who can read the name of a person's true love, but she's always refused to tell Jasmine hers...until one day Amy needs Jasmine’s help bad.

When Amy finally gives it the name, Jasmine can't believe it. How is it possible that her one true love is People Magazine's SEXIEST MAN ALIVE, one of the biggest box office movie stars around, and a fixture on the red carpet? Shy by nature, Jasmine envisioned warm nights spent cuddling in front of the tv with her beloved, not the frightening flash of a paparazzo's camera as he chases her down the street. This can't be true!

For once in his life, Josh Toby wants to be taken seriously as an actor. He's sick of playing either the boy toy or the action star—he wants parts he can sink his teeth into. So he's done the scariest thing he can imagine—he's accepted a part on Broadway in "Romeo and Juliet". The problem: no one can know it's him or it will turn into the second coming of the Beatles.

The solution: an undercover disguise at the hands of budding fashion designer Jasmine Burns, the most charming, genuine, and delightfully eccentric woman he's ever met.Before long, chemistry sizzles between the shy wallflower and the most recognizable movie star in the world. But can true love really blossom between two polar opposites?

Check out the trailer: YouTube

Guest blogger- Michael Simon

2007-11-23T11:06:00.000-05:00

I hope everyone's holiday was wonderful! Today, we have author, Michael Simon dropping in. Michael is the author of four novels, the latest being The Last Jew Standing. Visit his site at http://www.michaelsimon.info/.

Living with Your Main Character
By Michael Simon

As the fourth of my Dan Reles novels gets launched into the universe, I think back on how Dan came into my life. I was a struggling New York playwright, hoping to buy fame, fortune, and more important, immortality, by writing a crime thriller. I had no trouble finding secondary characters for the book, villains and colleagues often modeled on my co-workers in the probation office in Austin. Neighbors and stoolies and girlfriends.

But a main character is harder. He has to be vivid, and also three-dimensional. Distinct, but dynamic, changeable.

For many of the supporting characters, I had an image in mind, often a real-life acquaintance, just as often an actor, a face and a voice onto which I could graft a personality of my own creation. (Torbett was played in my mind by the actor Joe Morton.)

But the main character was harder. I knew he’d be with me all the time, for years.

So I started with the old acting technique, the magic “if.” To get to the character, I imagined what I would be like, if I were living under his circumstances.

To start, I’d be about three inches taller, an even six feet. I’d have broad shoulders, and an extra seventy pounds of muscle. Instead of being stooped with the posture of someone who spends his life in front of a computer, I’d be stooped with a boxer’s musculature. And I could punch. And I’d have the power of arrest. And a gun.

Dan’s mother left when he was ten, leaving him in the care of his emotionally distant ex-con father. So I’d be tough, jaded, and damaged.

An image came to mind, far enough from me that I could see him. A cross between, say, Nicolas Cage and Adrian Brodie. He developed a speech rhythm. He became real.

He lived in my brain for nine years.

Michael was also my guest at You Don't Know Jack blog and radio show. Visit: www.youdontknowjack.blogsavy.com and www.blogtalkradio.com/sydneymolare to read and listen to more Michael.

Talk to your food? Intuitive Cooking with author Dyan Garris!

2007-11-07T07:45:00.000-05:00

Hello everyone. Today we have a guest, author/clairvoyant Dyan Garris, whose latest release in her Voices of the Angels series is: Talk to your Food: Intuitive Cooking.

For many years, Dyan Garris has been counseling clients in order to help them positively move forward in their lives. She is clairvoyant, clairsentient, and clairaudient. In addition, Dyan is also what is known as a voice recognition psychic and trance channel. This means that she can help her clients via phone, which is how she conducted her readings throughout her career.

Growing up in Illinois, Dyan became aware of her clairvoyance, and other gifts, at a very young age. She spent years learning how to appropriately use these gifts for good and to help others.In 2005 she created a CD series of music and meditation for self-healing, relaxation, chakra balancing, and vibrational attunement. Her interest in music began as a child. A blind piano teacher taught her to “feel” music and “see” through different eyes and influenced her at a young age. Dyan continued her music studies with the violin. Through the violin, she learned how easily music vibrates throughout the body and, hence, all of the chakras. This was her first lesson of how the power of music and sound could be used for healing.

New Age recording artist and creator of a music and meditation CD series for vibrational attunement, Dyan Garris is the author of the innovative cookbook, Voice of the Angels Cookbook – Talk To Your Food! – Intuitive Cooking. This is not just an ordinary cookbook. The artist calls it an adventure in opening one's creative centers.“Intuitive cooking is listening to your inner voice and hearing what your body wants to be fed,” explains Garris. “Communicate with your food so that it can transform from raw ingredients into what nourishes you on every level. We all have the ability to create that which resonates for us in a complete, healthy way. It’s vibrational attunement of mind, body and spirit using food, rather than sound frequency, as in my CD series. This does not necessarily translate into lettuce and tofu,” she continues. “You learn to make what your body wants in a loving and delicious way. My goal is to teach people to feed not only the body, but the mind and spirit, as well. Turn ordinary food into something special. Talk to it!”

The cookbook is available at the author’s website: http://www.voiceoftheangels.com/, where Garris posts an inspirational Daily Channeled Message.

The cookbook includes twelve channeled messages, such as, "The Secret Recipe of Life," “Ode to Popcorn," and numerous "Intuitively Speaking" paragraphs .The book comes with a warning: This is real food! A variety of original recipes are included, from sinfully rich “Love Bars," to "Healing Soup," easy fish recipes, and skillet suppers, incorporating enticing blends of colors and flavors. The author's Greek heritage shines through in such recipes as "Easy Baklava Roll-Ups."Garris learned to cook from her grandmother. “She didn’t measure anything! I would ask, ‘How much?’ She replied, ‘Some.’ ” This fueled Garris’ curiosity about food preparation. Her family’s restaurateur background allowed Garris to further develop her culinary skills. “I’ve been talking to my food for as long as I can remember!”

It's coming...

2007-11-01T10:27:00.001-05:00

Satisfy Me Again (978-0758221919 )

Folks, it is with pleasure that I announce my upcoming anthology novella, Satisfy Me Again, will be released December 2007!

My novella, Matinee, also known as book 2 of this anthology is my first paranormal work. I truly enjoyed how I stretched my imagination forming the various characters in this story.

Here is a quick synopsis:

Mina Sinclair has witnessed a mob shooting AND the mob knows who she is and where she lives. She is quite aware of this once the "stranger" shows up at her house requesting that she be quiet, avoid the police and a suitcase full of cash for "any inconveniences." Mina wasn't slow. She knew hush-hush money when she saw it...and she also knew the mob had a short memory. No gentleman's deal was valid when they saw fit to change the terms.

Mina took the loot and hot-footed it out of town, ending up in St. Paulus, a small logging community. Of course, she had no job, no clothes and no transportation. But she did have a good bit of money--even if it was dirty--that she could put towards her dream: Owning her own business. After juggling the figures, that dream transitioned into: Finding a place she could live and work.

As luck had it, there was an empty building in St. Paulus--an old XXX theater. Mina felt the building had "good bones" and bought it immediately. Of course the mind-blowing orgasm she had in the film room probably had something to do with it.

What Mina doesn't know is the old theater is inhabited by its former owners--John and Cal. They've been cooped inside the walls for thirty plus years...and are horny as hell. The Reinitiation into Sex, aided by an unsuspecting Mina, has them jubilant...as well as upping the ante.

Join Mina, John and Cal for this hot, illicit and ethereal ride.

Let's Celebrate!

2007-10-30T23:51:00.000-05:00

Wanted to drop you guys a line to let you know that my short piece "Uma" was selected by Zane to be in the upcoming Purple Panties: The Eroticanoir Collection anthology.

Just when I thought it was a no go too. I'd encourage any fellow authors to submit, submit, submit. Competition is good for the soul and validates your writing, or it does for me in my mind.

ALSO, heard from Kensington Books (Satisfy Me/Satisfy Me Again) and I have been asked to be part of another novella collection. Guess we are meeting the advances. LOL. Satisfy Me Again will drop in either December or January and I'm guessing the next novella collection will be at least a year in the distance.

I'm also getting good feedback on Payback, Inc., my work in progress which is slowly consuming my mind. Who knew I could be as devious as I'm becoming **wicked laugh**. As always, Payback is still posted on the myspace blog, www.myspace. com/sydneymolare (Click on the blog link) as well as being graciously hosted by my author soulmate, Sylvia Hubbard at www.sylviahubbard. blogspot. com.

That's it. Smooches and remember, I'd love to have you join me on my Global Blog Tour! Just drop me a line.

Peace out,

PS: For this impromptu celebration, if you bring the champagne, cognac, wine, MD2020, Boone Farm or a 40...I've got the cups

Syd

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Kim Robinson- family dedication

2007-10-22T20:37:00.000-04:00

Dedication from the Roux in the Gumbo

Watching the shell that remains of my maternal Grandmother, devoid of her vibrant life, her encouraging smiles and constant conversation was the final factor in my decision to vote with the rest of the family to let her expire. We could not allow her to continue to endure so much pain.

Throughout her entire life this woman took good care of any and everyone who came into her world. It just does not seem fair. Then again, how often was fair a factor for black people?

Anyone who had ever been in the company of her spirit would know that she would not want to exist this way–her body twisted from multiple strokes, her limbs failing, and the cancer eating away at her spine. This was more than any soul should have to bear. To starve her to death seemed so cruel, yet it was the only legal way to let her pass on. The fate of someone who had fed half of Los Angeles was to starve to death.

Helen, whom everyone called ‘Mother,’ would feed anyone who was hungry. She always said, “Anything I give, God will make sure I get back tenfold.” You had to know her to understand her way of thinking. Maybe this book will help to clarify and glorify a woman who is certainly an angel in heaven. When she died, she left seven children, twenty-four grandchildren, and thirty-eight greatgrandchildren.

Mother was the kind of woman that no matter what you did she is “gonna” still love you unconditionally. Don’t get it twisted now, she would be the first to tell you when you did wrong, but still be there for you.

Anyone could knock on Mother’s door or come into her café, and say they were hungry and she would feed them. If you needed clothes, she would take you to her second-hand store and clothe you. Many people took advantage of this, but she knew exactly what was going on. More often than not, when these people got on their feet, they always came back to repay her. Some said they could never do enough for her. Her good deeds were often the catalyst in helping them get their lives together.

Mother always said, “Folks is folks. There are good white folks and good black folks. There are bad white folks and bad black folks, She also said, “Every person’s life is like a pot of gumbo, you get out what you put in.

Gumbo is a very popular Louisiana dish, a kind of soup. There must be a million variations on how to make it. Every person who makes it thinks theirs is better than the next. I have seen people arguing over what is the best way to make this dish. Just like life, everyone has some input on what would make the next person’s life better. Some people want more sausage, more shrimp or no shrimp. Some want crab or oysters. Some prefer more spice, more
file’(feelay). One thing they all have in common is a Roux (Roo).

Roux is the gravy base and the foundation of this dish. It gives the soup its flavor and is what makes you get that second bowl.

Everyone has a Roux in his or her life. Someone who influenced every step they took, and in some way gave their life direction.

Mother was my Roux.

In order to see into this incredible woman, you have to know what came before and what came after. That is where we are going in this book. Let’s go, it is going to be an adventure.

Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler
Let the good times roll!

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Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler with Kim Robinson this week!

2007-10-21T18:57:00.000-04:00

CAN YOU SMELL WHAT KIM ROBINSON IS COOKING? It's gumbo!

Good People, we are welcoming Kim Robinson, author of The Roux in the Gumbo, a fascinating book chronicling her family. Sit back and enjoy a taste of Kim and her family gumbo! ~Syd

Hello everyone:

I want to thank Sydney for being so gracious and inviting me to swap blogs. Please stop in at my blog and myspace and check her out. http://therouxinthegumbo.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/therouxinthegumbo

With the winter months coming, everyone needs to put something warm on their stomach. I am going to share a famous recipe that has been in my family for over 200 years. This recipe kept my grandmother’s restaurant busy, and the Hollywood studios used to cater it in. They say it has healing in it.

I am also going to share a little history about Gumbo and a little poetry.

So get out your biggest stock pot and let’s start cooking. I also prepare my gumbo at book club events. You buy the food and lets get cozy in the kitchen and while you watch me put my foot in it, you can ask me questions about my book, “The Roux in the Gumbo,” which is my family history, or my cookbooks, Food for the Soul and Sweet Satisfaction which features two hundred authors.

I will also give you some juicy excerpts from my upcoming book Street life to Housewife, my life story about how I came to share my testimony in churches across the country. Find out how a drug dealer, addict, madam and call girl washed her sins away.

Life Is What You Make It

To be a woman around times of slavery
You are subject to many acts that are unsavory.
In order to be able to keep your head up
through the depravity
You have to command from your soul
a certain kind of bravery.
The only true freedom that you have
no one can enslave
With your brain you fight back,
even if outwardly you behave.
For the people who keep you back and bound in chains
You pray to God that one day they will know this pain.
They can put chains on your arms, your legs,
and even your behind
But the thing that can’t be restrained is your mind.
Keep the curtains drawn on the windows of your soul, your eyes
Don’t let them see the strength that is inside,
your pride.
Say your prayers every day; hold on to your faith
Just in case, the after life is the place,
The place where you get your taste
Of the good life that our oppressors don’t appreciate
But with some hustle and creativity
you might not have to wait
And the days and nights in this life
don’t have to go to waste.
Life is not how you take it
Don’t spend all your time looking for answers
Your life is what you make it.

MY FAMILY’S GUMBO
3 lbs. snow crab, cleaned and washed
15 chicken wings, cleaned and washed
1 lb. chicken gizzards, chopped fine
4 lbs. diced smoked sausage (Hillshire Farms).
Fry lightly to remove some fat
3 lbs large shrimp, peeled and deveined
4 packs dried shrimp
2 lbs. baby shrimp
4 stalks of cleaned and diced celery
3 diced onions
3 packs of onion soup mix
2 cans of okra; preferably “Trappeys” brand. Drain off liquid and fry in ¼
cup of oil. This removes the slime
gumbo file’ (ground sassafras leaves)
seasoning salt
black pepper
celery salt
prepared rice
Roux:
1 cup of vegetable oil
1 cup of flour

If you prefer a thicker soup, add more flour. Heat the oil over medium
heat. Sprinkle flour over grease while constantly stirring, so as not to scorch,
based on your preference. I prefer a nut brown or caramel color. Some people like a darker roux. You can always taste as you go along. Set aside.

Gumbo

Use a large stockpot. Fill half way with water and set on high to boil. You
can divide ingredients into 2 or 3 smaller pots. I prefer this method, because it
takes a while to get the water to boil. It will also decrease the chance of your
Gumbo sticking to the bottom. There is nothing worse than a burnt pot of
Gumbo. “Chile just thinking about it makes me want to cry, Gumbo is
something that every time it’s made it just gets better as you add or take away
ingredients to tailor to your taste, much like a fine suit of clothes. Other
variations have bell pepper, tomato puree, oysters, crawfish, rabbit, turkey or
chicken, parsley, green onion and garlic. I could fill this book up with various
ways to prepare this dish. Do not be afraid to experiment.

Add gizzards, onion, celery, onion soup mix, dried shrimp and sausage.

When it reaches a rapid boil, reduce flame to low and cook for an additional 20 minutes. Add Roux and stir. Add chicken, crab legs, okra, black pepper, seasoning and celery salt. Be very careful with celery salt, it can overpower the other flavors. Add 1 teaspoon to entire pot. You can always go back and add more. Boil for 35 to 40 minutes. Add shrimp and boil 5 minutes more. Remove from heat add 1 teaspoon of gumbo file to each pot.

Serve in a bowl over rice.

Sprinkle file’ to taste. Do not be afraid to get your fingers dirty. Also, do
not forget to suck the gravy out of the crab legs before you open them up.

Laissez les Bon Temps Rouler
Let the good times roll!
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Tamara Grant's Last Stand....

2007-10-19T11:12:00.000-04:00

for this tour anyway...LOL. Syd

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I sincerely hope that you enjoy the story that I have crafted for you. You've had a chance to meet me and get to know some of the characters in Promises Made, Promises Kept. The book takes you on the journey of a family that could be yours, mine, or the next door neighbor.

The characters experience love, heartache, and the need to make decisions that will affect not only themselves, but the family as a whole. Readers will definitely be transported back to their teen years with Mia to experience first love, friends, family, and that familiar feeling of being too young to be grown, but to old to be a kid.

Promises Made, Promises Kept guarantees to bring you a well crafted story that can be related to by all. The story is meant to be a catalyst for conversation between mom and their teens. As an author, I promise to bring you stories that have real 3-D characters that experience some issues that we may not want to talk about. I have to. It's my duty. I would be doing you a disservice if I didn't challenge you or hold that mirror up to our society and what's really going on!

So what are you waiting for? Go ahead and get your copy of Promises Made, Promises Kept today! And please don't hesitate to visit http://www.tamargrant.com/ and leave me a message to let me know what you think. I always answer my emails!

Tamara Promises Made, Promises Kept

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Aunt Lena has PLENTY to say...

2007-10-18T10:59:00.000-04:00

Aunt Lena

Family has always been important to me. There is no way that I would ever turn my back on my family. So I knew what I had to do when my sister was not in her right mind to care for my niece. I love Mia as if she was my own. She and my son were raised like brother and sister instead of cousins. It's hard enough to be a single mother raising a son, and now added to the mix is me taking care of my niece while my twin sister, Patrice gets herself together.Really, Mia's father should be here taking responsibility for his own child. But you can't squeeze water from a rock. I wonder what he was thinking leaving the way he did? This child needs him desperately. Don't get me wrong, Mia's a good girl, but kids nowadays have a big chance of making that turn down the wrong road. That's why I keep my own son, Mookie so close to me. I know what happens when these young kids mess around in these streets.Mia can stay as long as she has to. My home is always open. I'm just praying everyday that my sister understands that there is a good reason for her to take the medication that her doctor prescribed for her. She needs to be stable enough to be a parent to her child since Mia's father is obviously not going to step up to the plate. I just pray for the strength to raise these two kids to do their best and be positive and productive. I know things can get crazy and it's no joke out in these streets. If my job in the family is to be the peace maker, then so be it. I know I just have to make things work out for the best.

Promises Made, Promises Kept

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Available on sale at http://www.tamaragrant.com/http://www.amazon.com/

Cliff...I'll never understand a man's logic

2007-10-17T15:48:00.000-04:00

Cliff

What kind of man just walks out on his family? I guess I never knew that man could be me. I was suffocating and there was no way that I could achieve my goals if I continued to live under the same roof as Patrice. I love that woman. I love my daughter. There is only so much that one man can take though. The threats, the abuse, the yelling and screaming. It wasn't what I envisioned when I dreamt of that happy home that we all want.Patrice and I have been together since high school. She was what I saw in my future. There was no one else. There was just no way to make her understand that. You just can't rationalize with her. She gets into these rages and then all hell breaks loose. One minute she's this sweet, loving woman. The next, she's attacking me violently and accusing me of things I didn't do. We're supposed to take the Bar Exam soon. How are we supposed to concentrate on accomplishing all that we planned if I can't be in the same room as you half of the time?Don't get me wrong, I would never put my hands on a woman- EVER! But Patrice drives me to that point where I want to hurt her. That's when I knew that it was time to go. I won't be gone for long though. Right now, I have to clear my head and get on point to pass this exam. I- I mean, we had a goal of becoming lawyers and I intend on making that happen so that I can provide for my daughter. My child is the best thing that ever happened to me. And to be honest, I thought that motherhood would make Patrice mellow out, but I was wrong. So I've made my decision to go stay with my mom and get on my feet. I know that I have to still provide for my family even if I'm not there, so I'm committed to doing that. I just hope that my daughter can understand the type of sacrifice that I'm making here and that there will be no ill feelings between us. I promised that I would be back for her, and I always keep my promises.

Promises Made, Promises Kept
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Tamara Angela Grant

Mia sets things straight...

2007-10-15T21:12:00.000-04:00

Mia

Life is so unpredictable. Here I am trying to pick up the pieces of my family when I'm supposed to only be worried about things that teens worry about. You know things like what boy I like or what I'm going to wear to school tomorrow so I can look real fly. But no, I have to figure out how my otherwise normal life went into a tailspin.

You could say that it started when my dad walked out. No goodbyes. No "I'll see you later." He just didn't come back home. No warnings. No closure.Living in a two parent home wasn't all it was cracked up to be, but come on, who doesn't want that? Sure my parents were always at each other's throats and they were arguing all of the time. I wonder if they ever knew that I was listening in when they argued? There was a lot of love in my home too, but I guess it wasn't enough to keep my dad at home with us.

So now I'm pissed 'cause my dad rolled out on us. he could have let me know about how my mom flips out though. I heard my aunt, who is her twin sister, say something about her needing to take the medication that she is prescribed. Maybe that's why he left. Shit, I really don't know what's going on anymore. All I know is that I prefer to chill at my aunt's house where shit ain't so crazy. I get a little piece of mind there. I love both of my parents, but I'm too young to have to deal with their mess.My dad breezes back through and promises that he's going to be back for me. Thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll be just fine without you here.

My mom promises that she will get herself together and be a better parent. But that's in between puffs of weed and when she doesn't have some random man coming in and out of our house.Really, I don't believe either one of them. I'm just glad that I have my aunt and my cousin here with me to have my back!

There's been so much going on in my life already at 16 years old, what else could possibly happen next?

Promises Made, Promises Kept
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Tamara Grant guest blogging this week...

2007-10-15T00:23:00.000-04:00

People ask me when did I know that I wanted to write. My answer- when I learned to read.

Writing is not a hobby to me, it's my passion. I'm an avid reader, so I love to get caught up in the worlds that other authors create for me to enjoy. There is nothing better than picking up a book and time stopping as you say to yourself, "I just have to know what happens next!" You're flipping through the pages, about to burst because you have to know what the character is going to do next. Now as a writer, I can bring people into my world, into my realm of thought and hook them the same way that my favorite authors do for me. Writing is a beautiful thing. It allows me to not only express myself, but to be therapeutic for my readers as well.

People are reading my work and saying, "I've felt the way that Mia did when I was that age," when they talk to me about my debut Promises Made, Promises Kept. They have come to me and talked about my characters as if they were as real as you and I. It always makes me smile, because that's the way I feel when I read the authors that I like. My characters will always be people with real problems and feelings. I'm intrigued with the way that people react and interact with each other. The characters in my books will not always make the right decisions and things will not always end happily ever after. They will be in conflict with each other and themselves. They will be hooked on drugs, promiscuous, walk out on their spouses and families. I promise, if you don't find yourself in my characters, you will find someone that you know. My characters are not necessarily based on real people, but they are based on real emotions that we all will feel or have felt before. That's why you will be able to connect and cheer for them!

Promises Made, Promises Kept is the first of many books to come. There are plenty of stories floating around in my head. I hope that the literary world is ready! So sit back with your hot cocoa or your steaming cup of tea and get ready and grab one of my books! Tamara Angela Grant has much more on the way and I'm here to stay!

Check out my novel "Promises Made, Promises Kept"! ISBN 0-931761-33-6
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Or leave a comment for me on www.myspace.com/maraangel
Tamara Angela Grant

Tamara Grant will be the guest blogger this week!

2007-10-14T20:15:00.001-04:00

Tamara Grant, author of Promises Made, Promises Kept will be the guest blogger this week! So sit back and enjoy what she had to say. You might find your next "must have" read!

Syd

Bamboozled?

2007-10-14T11:37:00.000-04:00

A cousin of mine recently accused me of writing about our family in my short story collection, Somewhere In America. This surprised me. Yes, my book is about the outlandish things humans do, but is it primarily about my family? No, indeed!

Anyone that knows me knows I believe in F-A-M-I-L-Y. And to break the family code and spread our business to the massess...uh uh. Ain't gonna happen.

Honestly, when I was writing Somewhere In America, I was venting. I was trying to deal with a difficult situation and letting my fingers exude my stress positively. At no time did I want to spotlight my family issues in print. And let's be honest here. Foolishness is universal.

Like my back cover says..."You'll see your family, your friends, your spouse...you might even see yourself!"

Guess she saw herself, huh?

Peace out.

Sydney
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Love...Redux

2007-10-12T10:31:00.000-04:00

I originally posted this over at my friend Minnie Miller's blog:http://msprissy-dreamweaver.blogspot.com/ but after yesterday and the ridiculous comic book sex references, I was stressed and needed to read this again. I also wanted my fans to also read what I had to say BUT there is more, much more I had to say in my visit with Ms. Minnie. You'll just have to travel over to Ms. Minnie's blog to read it for yourself though. LOL.

Syd*************

LOVE!

Something that everyone desires to have tons of. It's amazing how the routine thought process is that love is a "woman's" thing. Not true. Hide behind the gruff exterior, clamp down on your emotions, but men love L-O-V-E as much as any woman.

But how do we view love? Do we have a healthy view? Respect, everyone feels they are getting what they deserve out of the relationship? Or is it toxic? Let's just say things are...lacking, for whatever reason in whatever area.

A few years ago, my agent submitted a romantica novella I'd written to various publishing houses. I'll never forget the comment one company, I think it was Avon books, gave me: Great imaginative writing, just not "romantic" enough.

Now my friends (i.e. local critic group) thought the piece was a killer. The sex was sizzling, the situations over the top...A WINNER. Then, I'm told it wasn't romantic enough.An eye-opener indeed.Made me rethink my whole love viewpoint. Made me rethink the focus of my "romantica."

See, in my writing experience, toxic love sells, especially in the AA community. Sad but true, but I'm finding that the more one-night-stands, infidelity, and degrading sex/toxic love you can put on a page, the faster the check arrives in the mail. That had to change. I've made a commitment to my writing fans that sex will either be paranormal (ghosts) or within the confines of marriage.

Unrealistic?

Not really. I was reared in a two-parent household and my parents were married 44 years until my mother’s death this year, so out of all the people in the world why wouldn't I believe in deep, committed love?I do and I plan to stay true to my True to Life Colors.

Syd

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Sex has gone down the tubes...

2007-10-11T12:10:00.000-04:00

I am rarely surprised at human nature, but this tidbit I just learned has floored me. Have any of you heard of the terms: Supermanning or Spidermanning?

Now, I was just like you. What is this comic book stuff about now and what does it have to do with sex? Well, it's NOT good.

First of all these terms apparently are from a song by Soulja Boy entitled "Crank That" who, amazingly has the #1 song this week on all the charts--R&B and Pop according to Yahoo.

Here are the ugly details:

Supermanning- When a woman turns you down for sex, the man waits until she is asleep, then comes on her back. He then pushes/shoves the sheets onto her back covering the come. It dries and when she wakes up, the sheets are stuck to her...like a cape. Ridiculous.

Spidermanning- You're having sex in the "doggie style" position, when the man climaxes, he captures his come in his hand and spits on the woman' s back so she will think he has ejaculated there. When she turns around, he slaps her in the face with a hand full of semen.

Are you as pissed as I am right now?

Why are people so interested in toxic love? Why is this degradation so "embraced" by the younger people? I can't imagine either of the above scenarios.

**Let me calm down, my blood pressure is rising...**

Give me your thoughts..

Syd

Are you a sports mom?

2007-10-08T21:05:00.000-04:00

I can't speak for anyone else but I am the proverbial soccer, football, basketball, track and field, baseball, will whoop you if you say anything bad about my kid mom.

I am the average sport's enthusiasts worse nightmare. I'm the wild-haired woman running up and down the sideline, screaming for you to move the stroller--complete with sleeping baby--out of my way when my kid is about to kick a goal.

I'm the woman standing up, blocking your view in the bleachers when my kid makes a great hit on the running back.

I'm the woman chewing the umpires butt down to gristle when he calls a strike.

I am the woman heckling the referees when they call a foul.

And I'm definitely the woman about to burst your eardrums when my kid is crossing the finish line, first or not.

You see, I LOVE sports. Football is my favorite. I watch games galore and go into a funk when February rolls around. Yet, I can't seem to get into the arena football at all. Just seems worse than high school to me. I am excitable anyways and when it's my flesh and blood playing, it just increases my excitement.

I know many think I need a dose of Prosac...but it ain't gonna happen. And if you say too much, we'll exchange words and...I really don't want to show up on YouTube as a video but I MUST do what I must do to protect my child's honor, right? LOL.

So what about you? You a sport's enthusiast for you kid?

Hear me roar!

2007-10-07T19:49:00.000-04:00

Actually this is an invite to hear my radio interview!

Roar...talk...make the leap, people!

But, if you have the time, take a listen to my interview with Writer's Life chat @ http://www.blogtalkradio.com/WritersLifeChats/2007/10/05/writers-life-chat.

Get inside my head...

Syd

Payback has been moved...

2007-10-02T01:24:00.000-04:00

If any of you are looking for the next installment in my WIP Payback, Inc., I've moved it over to my MySpace blog. The language was a bit spicy for some so if you can handle the storyline, join me at : http://myspace.com/sydneymolare. As always, please leave feedback!

Breast Cancer Awareness Month

2007-10-01T13:17:00.000-04:00

Many of you know October is Breast Cancer awareness month. As a woman who has fibrocystic breast disease, surgical biopsies and cyst removals, this disease is never far from my mind. But so far, I've been one of the lucky ones whose "lumpy-bumpy" breasts are noncancerous.

With all these things on my mind, I wanted to give away four Victoria's Secret gift card to just celebrate all things feminine. No, no purchase necessary. Just stop by and leave a comment on any of my blogs and that will do. I'll draw a name each week.

And remember, think pink!

LaDonna Tutt stopping by to tame a hide or two...

2007-10-01T13:01:00.000-04:00

LaDonna Tutt, author, moderator and dominatrix extraordinaire will be sizzling our sensual senses over on my erotic blog- Pout Erotica, www.thepout.blogspot.com .

LaDonna...who knows what she'll have in store, but hold onto your honey or your battery powered toys...you'll probably need them soon.

She'll be there beginning later on tonight! Stop by and leave a comment!

More Penelope Flynn!

2007-09-29T00:39:00.000-04:00

Thanks again Syd for having me back tonight. I have been working like a maniac so I’m a little behind on my work…especially a special work in progress I’ve been collaborating on…so to speak. For the past two weeks I have been trying to work through a story that is based upon the incredible erotic artwork of Vincent Stephens http://www.ramstarvisuals.com/ which is hot, spicy and definitely not for the prude or faint of heart.

A cursory romp through Ramstar visuals...Vincent's site, will have your toes curling, boxers stretching and panties soaking. Interestingly, it's often stated that men are sexually more "visual” than women. Frankly I think that's a bunch of hooey! If the erotic images are well executed and provocative I'm certain that I am as excited about them as any man would be. And believe me the images that Vincent brings to life will capture your imagination…from demure nudes to graphic sexual depictions, the work is magnificent.

Being a women of color , however, Vincent's work especially strikes a chord with me. He shows women of all shapes and sizes but certainly displays the rubenesque form in all it's erotic glory better than any artist currently working. His heroic female forms are also stunning and show the wide variation of what is strong and beautiful in the female body.

Women who aren't of the thin body type we're all being sold as the standard of beauty these days, have been relegated to the fringes of erotic writing. Men who desire fleshy femmes have their desire characterized as a BBW fetish when there is nothing fetishistic or abnormal about it. It's a preference, no more or less strange than a preference for a muscular build, or brown eyes, or dark hair. I would love to see more women in the erotica genre portrayed in the manner that Vincent portrays them. And I think it is important for women of all shapes and sizes to see themselves as sexy and desirable.

If all goes well, I will have completed my companion piece to Vincent’s lovely pictures tomorrow. Maybe some really good comments (hint, hint) will have him posting some of his works for intimate perusal! ; ) So ladies and gents…do you think you’re ready to take that side trip to Ramstar Visuals for some really rubenesque “graphic” sex?

A penny for your thoughts

~Penelope Flynn

Need the real truth on the Book Industry?

2007-09-28T13:57:00.000-04:00

Believe that book stores are the ONLY way to go?
Believe you aren't REALLY an author if you are independently published?
Want to know the really skinny?

Join me at You Don't Know Jack! www.youdontknowjack.blogsavy.com and ask a question or two!

Introducing Penelope Flynn!

2007-09-25T22:21:00.001-04:00

ARE YOU BEING “VICK”TIMIZED?

With the fervor of the Michael Vick dog fighting scandal on the wane, I thought it would be a good time to discuss the real issues…the important issues that have sprung fully-formed from the media circus.

Now, I am no hater of dogs. I have some four-legged friends of my own but my focus is not on the dogs but on the man who got “dogged-out”.

Early on when the story just started receiving national attention, Michael; Vick was quoted in some periodical saying:

"I'm never there. I'm never at the house," Vick said. "I left the house with my family members and my cousin. They just haven't been doing the right thing. The issue will get resolved."

By law, Vick is accountable for his property even if he was not present and could still face charges.
"It's unfortunate I have to take the heat behind it. If I'm not there, I don't know what's going on. It's a call for me to really tighten down on who I'm trying to take care of. When it all boils down, people will try to take advantage of you and leave you out to dry. Lesson learned for me," Vick added.

Sound familiar? To way too many of us it does. You know…despite all the trials and tears you go through to succeed, no matter how many hours you put in and the levels of sacrifice you suffer, there’s always that cousin or brother or friend who can’t wait to tell you how easy you’ve got it. They’re the ones who are always “crying poor mouth” and can’t seem to stop reaching for a handout. And God forbid if you ever say “no” to one of their requests. Then you’re the stuck-up bitch, the hatin’ sell-out, the selfish arrogant asshole.

Imagine poor Michael Vick, still trying to “keep it real” with people who’d just as soon sell him out as they would change their clothes. It’s not too much of a stretch to believe that all those hangers-on secretly hated him. They were most likely jealous of his talent, jealous of his money, jealous of his fame. They probably couldn’t wait for him to fall from grace so they could say, “See you’re no better than we are. All your money, your talent, your fame. It didn’t protect you from this shit.”

And of course Michael was right. He was left standing high and dry. No one even knows the names of the self-serving turncoats who lived off Michael’s dime then pointed their greasy fingers at him when the water got hot. But they’ll all remember Michael.

Now the real homework is to flush out the parasites in your own life…to kick over the rocks and reveal those scurrying creatures to the light of day and send them packing. You know the ones in your life that only support you when it’s beneficial to them. Or who always need help but never seem to offer any to anyone else. How many of these people are sapping away your energy, you life’s blood, your happiness? Take a long hard look at the people in your life and ask yourself…Are you being Vicktimized?

~A Penny for your thoughts… Penelope Flynn

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Get Ready, Penelope Flynn about to heat up the house!

2007-09-25T06:21:00.001-04:00

Hello guys! Author Penelope Flynn will be my next guest on my Global Blog Tour. She'll be making her presence known later on today. So sit back and relax 'cause Ms. Flynn is an erotica/romantica author whose writing will give you a "love hangover."

Smooches!

Payback, Inc.- 2nd installment

2007-09-24T18:41:00.000-04:00

Here is part 2. Oh, you MUST read part 1 to understand Part 2. :)
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Slippery pussies.

Sweaty balls.

Perfume floating over the musk.

Cigarette smoke.

The odors blended, wrapped around me as I opened the bar door. My nose twitched, head throbbed harder. Wished I’d swallowed an aspirin, drank a V8 and hit the bed. But I’d taken the cheddar so it was time to do the do.

The bar was crunk. Booty clapping. Slow grinding. Laughing. Indecent propositions.

The smoke choked, invaded hair, clothes and pores. Music thumped, the speakers obviously turned up to LOUD AS HELL.

My head pounded harder.

The shuffling crowd on the dance floor got my attention as I positioned my hips on the stool.
They hovered around a couple. Spotlit. Jamming by themselves. The man, damn what a specimen he was—huge, dark and nattily dressed. His partner was no slouch either. Every man in the room would give her the street title, dimepiece. Their bodies writhed, contorted to the pulsing samba beat.

Touch. Back away. Brush. Hump.

But this samba wasn’t the usual. They’d put added some Caribbean flavor in the Latin dance—exaggerated pelvic movements and thrusts. Dry-fucking.

My labia twitched as the man’s tongue slid down the woman’s neck, saliva trail glinting in the dim light. Long fingers massaged her stomach before skimming up, cupping her fabric-encased breasts.

I crossed my legs, stopping the sexual impulses trying to grab a foothold. Why waste time on shit going nowhere? Besides, I wasn’t here to get laid but to do a job on Mr. Hunk himself. John Pendergast. The mark. A cheating husband who I’d being paid—very nicely, I might add—to get the goods on by his wife. My partner, Schi, was the woman he was all over. The dumb fuck.

Lick.

Nibble the ear.

Squeeze the ass.

Whisper sweet bullshit in her hair.

That’s it baby.

I sipped my Singapore Sling and snapped shots of their antics with my spypen. I had two back up pens in my purse. No client will ever say we underwhelmed them, that’s for sure.
The music ended with the John’s lips pressed obscenely between the valley of the Schi’s tits.
This joker been at this crap so long, felt his game was so tight he didn’t look around; try to hide. His dirt was out front where any one vaguely interested could witness it for themselves.

The hair rose suddenly on the back of my neck.

Cold fingers scratched up my spine.

My nose lifted, became one with its mammalian cousins.

Sniffed.

Cayenne pepper. Fecund earth. Metal. Blood.

The scent was no stranger to me. It meant only one thing: Trouble.

I straightened as I scanned the room, my hand lightly fingering the shank in my purse. Flat, hard plastic with an edge grinded down to razor thinness, it breezed past metal detectors but could slice to the bone.

My radar honed in on one specimen striding confidently my way. Strobe lights illuminated his form in snatches.

John Coffey in The Green Mile.

Gone dark tan.

Plus an earring.

Satan in a suit.

Danger seeped from his pores, fluoresced like neon daggers.

I let my eyes slide past, turned back to the bar, uncrossed my legs, fingered the shank again. He took the stool next to me. Cologne teased my nostrils. A hand was placed open-palm near mine.

Looking up, my eyes were captured by a pair of hazel ones surrounded by a goateed, caramel face.

“I’m Meylon. Let me buy you a drink?” The voice and exterior didn’t match. He looked GQ smooth but what I heard told another story. Gritty. Rough around the edges. Hood gone to school. Gutter been upgraded. Menace to society cloaked in a high end suit.

An unwanted distraction.

“Mo, and I’ll have another Singapore Sling.” Ignored the hand and tossed back the last of my drink, my brain screaming Watch his ass!

I should be scared…but I’m not. Cassieta Modine ain’t afraid of too much. Just God and a gun and he’s neither.

He glanced at the sweaty couple leaving the floor. Bodies fused.

“Know them?”

“No.” Taut, fake smile.

“Can’t tell.” Voice rumbled, hardened. Street trying to come out.

“They put on a good show and I don’t want to miss the encore if there’s one.” Eyebrow lifted. A dare.

“Ahem. A voyeur.” He stroked his goatee.

I held his eyes. “Hey, if they don’t mind fucking in front of me, I’m damn sure gonna watch.”

“Touché.” His hands moved downward, stroked my exposed back.

This is a bold brother here. Playing me cheap.

I stiffened, removed his hand. That door had been welded shut for a while.

“My bad. Guess I’m moving too fast for you.” Palms in surrender. A seasoned playa’s move.

“For yourself, too.” Read my mind: Playa be gone.

Smirking now, Meylon turned to the bartender. “Freshen our drinks, would you?”

I shifted away, watched the couple now situated in a booth. Still at it. John’s hands were inside the V of Schi’s dress, obviously pulling her nipples, his tongue licking her lips.
I maneuvered the spypen up and in their direction, clicking imperceptibly.

Meylon followed the direction of my eyes. “That your man or something?”

I turned back to my fresh drink, kept the couple in my periphery. “What do you think?” I gave him a hard step-the-fuck-off stare.

“Looks like you’re more interested in some Bama and his woman than this hot-blooded sexy mothafucka in front of you. Not cool. Not cool at all.” Eyes like diamonds. Gutter swarmed just beneath his skin.

I scanned him from his closely cropped head to his indented waist down to his Kenneth Cole encased toes. He’d probably been told he was all that and a few buckets of KFC too. Since his groupies had already given him the 4-1-1, no need for me to add to it. “Like I said, I don’t want to miss any encores.”

He leaned closer, liquor-sweetened breath bathed my face. “Hell, we could be the encore. Mo…I so want to—”

I held up my hand. Cut him off. “Please. Give it a rest. Okay?”

I was not in the mood for some new variation of a trite come-on and I think I’ve probably heard them all. “Baby you are so fine” or “When my eyes met yours, I knew you were the mother of my children”, only problem is, they forgot to add the “So…let’s fuck tonight” to the end of them. And that’s all they wanted to do. But, I’m not interested.

Nostrils flared.

Dark pools bored into mine.

Hood was about to make my acquaintance.

Stalemate.

John and Schi suddenly rose from the booth, coats in hand.

Showtime!

Without another word, I swung from the barstool and strode towards the door.

“Hey!” Meylon called after me.

I didn’t even break stride. I had work to do.

“Hey! Mo! I know you hear me!”

Closer.

I kept walking until a hand grabbed my upper arm; stopped me in my tracks. With ease of practice, I grabbed his thumb, twisted and lifted upwards. He cussed in pain. Seeing a chair next to us, I gave him a solid punch to the solar plexus. He grunted and slumped forward. I caught him, roughly pushed his gasping body into the chair.

His eyes spoke volumes as they bored into mine.

Time shifted.

Tugged.

I tore my eyes away and without another glance, walked out the door and onto the street, Meylon’s eyes haunting me as I began the second phase of my night work.

I jogged over to my nondescript Crown Victoria and cranked the engine while watching the door. John’s Mercedes was parked five cars up.

They exited the club still doing the “my new Boo” shit, hugged up tighter than welded metal. Schi gave a discreet “thumbs up” sign before he seated her in the car. I let a few vehicles pass by before I pulled out to trail them. A busted taillight— courtesy of yours truly— made surveillance an easy task.

Ten minutes of riding, plotting…trying to rid the memory of Meylon’s eyes from my mind before they pulled into the Grommet Hotel. I whistled. This hotel started at two-fifty a night. That John Pendergast would spend that kind of money on a woman he just met spoke volumes.

I parked across the street from them, grabbed my suitcase purse and strutted towards the entrance. The attendant opened the door, a pleasant greeting sliding from his lips. John retrieved his key from the desk clerk. I strode towards the elevators, my progress hidden from the front desk. They followed on my heels, entered together.

“Floor?”

“Ah…” John looked down at the key, “ah…twelfth.”

I pushed the correct button. John ignored me, began fondling Schi before the doors closed completely. That’s all right. His exhibitionist ass will know who I am in a few.

The elevator slid smoothly upward before stopping with a ding. I held the door open button, watched as they shuffled out, arms wrapped around each other like a cocoon. I followed, stopped and stared at the arrow signs. Made it appear to anyone watching I was trying to locate my room.

The cocoon ambled down the hallway to my left. John fumbled with the key then finally got it right. I retraced their steps.

Adrenaline was surging. It was the put-up-or-shut-up point of the game. If our plan played out like I hoped, John should be washing his balls, anticipating Schi riding his swollen dick.

A light knock.

Schi immediately opened the door. No words. None needed. The toilet flushed as I sat my bag on the nightstand.

John stumbled out, erect cock leading the way. Pulled up short when he spied me.

“Who the hell…what the hell…” Confused eyes vacillated between me and Schi. “What’s going on here?”

“Baby, I thought we’d finish the night off with a bang!” Schi walked over, boldly began massaging his pole through his shorts. Girl might be many things but shy ain’t one of them. Kisses rained down his neck and chest for added persuasion. “I thought you’d enjoy a threesome. Hell! What man doesn’t?” Laughter.

He closed his eyes. She pulled his rod free. The war in his head played out on his face then, his traitorous body overrode his sensible mind; consented to anything and everything.

That’s my boy.

Schi maneuvered him onto the bed. I joined the party, rubbed him all over his chest, ran my fingers through his bush. Rough hands pushed into the neckline of my dress, freed my tits. John moaned low while Schi stroked, bit his chest.

While John sucked my tits, I reached behind me, removed two sets of handcuffs. Schi never stopped biting as I passed one set over John’s closed eyes. I mouthed the numbers.

Snap.

John’s eyes flipped open. Before he could fight, we snapped the other end to the iron headboard.
That was good. Ropes could be messy.

Pupils dilated. “What the fuck is going on! I don’t do no freaky tying up shit! Turn me loose!”

We ignored him, grabbed a leg, planned to handcuff his ankles to the footboard. This joker read our minds. He thrashed out; feet swinging wildly.

“Watch out!” I yelled just before his foot connected with Schi’s chest. She thumped onto the floor. Hard.

“What’s this shit about?!” Spittle flew onto my face.

This beyotch better be HIV negative!

I was angry now, punched his punk ass in the stomach, silencing him. Grabbed a now-complacent foot and handcuffed the ankle to the footboard. Repeated with the other ankle before checking on Schi.

She was shook up, but otherwise unhurt.

“What…is….this…about?”—gasping now, eyes wide—“My… money… is… in… my…wallet.”

I tsked him. “This is not about money, at all.” Not from him, anyway.

“Well…what is it about?” Voice grew stronger, meaner. “I mean, I pick up this bitch at a bar,” –eyes darted to Schi— “and you join us and tie me up. If it’s not about money, then what the fuck is it about?”

Funny thing about me and Schi. You can think we’re bitches all you want. Just don’t call us one.

Schi shimmied over to my bag, retrieved a short whip.

“Wait, girl. Don’t mark him up!” She was a take-no-prisoner witch when angered. And calling her a bitch will do it every time.

“I’m not gonna mark this asshole up. I’m just making sure that Mrs. Pendergast gets her money’s worth. Grab the damn camera!”

I did so with a smile.

“My wife!” John sputtered. “What the hell does she have to do with this?” We waited. Head finally cocked to the side; realization dawned. “I’ll pay you double what she’s paying you! How much is it?”

“Save your money, sweetie. After you called me a bitch…I’d do this for free.” Schi’s saccharine smile didn’t reach past her nose.

“You bitches, you! I’m gonna get you for this! You don’t know who you’re fucking with!”

I shook my head. Screw yourself into a tighter corner.

John pulled, pushed and wiggled in an effort to free himself. Waste of time. We were that good.

“Ready?”

“As ever.”

I positioned the camera. Schi slapped John’s exposed rod with her bare hand. His mouth opened in anguish. Schi positioned her fat nipple close—but not too close—to his open mouth. I chuckled as I snapped. It looked like ole boy was taking a break from sucking, ecstasy etched on his face.

Schi sat on his chest, inched her body forward. John bucked, knew what was about to go down. She stopped scant inches from his mouth, thigh-locked his face. On celluloid, it’d look like he was going downtown, especially when Schi arched her back and palmed her own breasts.

My panties wet as I watched.

John panted, watched me. Smelled my sex, his deflated erection rising to attention.

Schi changed positions, leaned towards the stiffening cock. John pushed upwards, fooled himself into believing this shit was real. Schi’s hair fell forward, shielded her lips and the top part of his rod. From my sideview: straight up fellatio.

And half of the estate goes to Mrs. Pendergast!

Schi wrapped the whip around the base of his rod, gave the shot a sex-frenzy feeling. Like he and she were really into this thing. John grunted, shifted around, tried to locate her mouth obviously was really into this thing.

After filling up two memory cards, Schi slid off the bed, began putting on her clothes.

“What? That’s it?” Frowns sprouted. “I’m really not getting any? This is really for my wife?” Fear returned to his voice.

“Yep. You’re not and it is.” I returned the camera to my purse.

“What about the keys? You aren’t going to just leave me here like this, are you?”

Eyes vacillated again, until finally discerning the answer.

Let the groveling begin!

“Please. Please. Don’t do this.”

John rattled the cuffs, arched, yanked and pulled. I never turned to look at him, my job now finished.

His anger returned like a tsunami.

“I’ll get you bitches! I’ll cut your hands off and slit your throat! You don’t know who you’re fucking with!” John screamed at my back.

Give me a dollar for every time I’ve heard that statement or one of its variations, and I’d be a damn millionaire.

“Ready, girl?”

Schi straightened her clothes and stood.

“Ready.”

We walked out the door without another glance at John. He continued shouting obscenities at out back. The door clicked shut, we high-fived each other and sista’ strutted towards the elevator.

Ahhhhhhhh. Another lying/cheating/philandering asshole bites the dust.

We were hugging when the huge shape rounded the corner.

Face hard.

Eyes locked on mine.

Intent: obvious.

The alarm clock screamed.

Payback, Inc.- 1st installment

2007-09-24T18:35:00.000-04:00

Well guys, while I'm waiting for my next guest to arrive, I wanted to get some feedback on my WIP entitled, Payback, Inc. Would love to hear if you think my main character is too "masculine." But here it is:

CHAPTER 1

The atmosphere in the bar was electric. Smoke hugged the ceiling like smog; strobe lights barely penetrating. The speaker’s volume was obviously turned up to LOUD AS POSSIBLE. It took great effort to think, much less converse.

The crowd on the dance floor was gathered around a couple. Center stage. The floor all to themselves. The man was extremely tall, dark and impeccably dressed as was his partner, an equally tall, mocha-colored, blonde bombshell. Their bodies writhed to the samba music. Swing in. Swing out. Twirl. Spinning tops whirling across the floor. But this samba wasn’t the usual. They’d added an African flair to the Latin dance—exaggerated pelvic movements and thrusts. Dry-humping.

My lower lips twitched as the man’s tongue followed the curve of the woman’s neck, saliva glistening in the light. Fine-boned hands massaged her stomach then skimmed up, ever…so…slowly to cup her fabric-encased breasts. I crossed my legs in agony; gave the barstool a futile private lap dance.

As the hormones zinged through my body, I reminded myself of why I was there in the first place. Him. The mark. The errant husband sexing it up with whoever, whenever. This whole scene was courtesy of his wife — the one footing my bill.

Hands shaking, I snapped a few shots of the couple’s antics with my spypen. The music ended with the man’s lips—succulent lips meant for licking, biting, sucking, kissing—pressed deep between the valley of the woman’s breasts. In fact, his lips had me so ensnared, I failed to sense the danger behind me.

Big danger.

Turning back to the bar, I found my eyes captured by a pair of hazel ones surrounded by a goateed, enigmatic face. Cologne teased my nostrils. Strobe lights illuminated him in snatches. From what I could see, I liked—caramel, tall and built like a male brickhouse. Danger should have been tattooed on his forehead like a neon sign. He was the kind of man your mama warned you to watch out for...the kind of man you wanted to sheet wrangle without even knowing his name.

I should be scared, but I’m not. Cassieta Modine ain’t afraid of too much. Just God and a gun and he’s neither.

He glanced at the couple leaving the floor, bodies fused. “Know them?” His deep voice rumbled like a cello plucking my backbone.

My eyes darted to the couple then back. “No.”

Who is this man?

“Looks like you want to.” No facial expression. Danger pheromones strummed my nerves.

“Naw. They were just putting on a show. I don’t want to miss the encore if there’s one,” I flipped, determined not to be ruffled by this unnerving stranger.

“Ahem. A voyeur.”

I coughed over my drink before regaining some composure. “Not really. But, hey, if you don’t mind screwing where I can see, I’m damn sure gonna watch.” I struggled to sound confident.

“Touché.” His hands lightly touched my exposed back.

This is a bold brother here. Putting his hands where nobody asked him; assuming was okay with me…I don’t tell him to remove his hand.

“I’m Meylon. Let me buy you a drink.” His lips parted; showed blinding white teeth that belonged on dentures.

“I’m Mo. I’ll have another Singapore Sling,” I tossed back along with the last of my drink.
He placed the order while his fingers continued their light assault over my back.

“Mo, huh? The only Mos I know are guys. Is that short for anything?”

Here we go. I usually get this question when I give them my name and it always rubbed me the wrong way.

“Meylon. Is that short for anything?” Sarcasm dripped from my voice.

“No. It’s the name my mama gave me. You?” Eyebrows lifted, daring me to lie.

“We’re in the same boat.” The lie slid from my tongue easily.

I glanced at the couple now situated in a booth. Still going at it. The man’s hands were now inside the V of her dress, her tongue flicking over her lips.

Damn!

My stomach clenched involuntarily. I needed another photo but how the hell was I gonna get one with Mr. Meylon breathing my air in as I breathed out?

Meylon followed the direction of my eyes. “You sure I’m not intruding?”

I turned my legs back to the bar, keeping the couple in my periphery. “No. Why’d you say that?”

“Looks like you’re more interested in them than me. That’s a first,” he laughed, motioning to the bartender to refill my drink.

Waiting for my next drink, I scanned him from his closely cropped head to his indented waist down to his Stacy Adams encased toes. His statement was probably true.

I sipped the potent nectar before replying, “Like I said, I don’t want to miss any encores.”

He leaned closer. “We could be the encore. Excuse me for being so forward, but Mo…I so want to be up in you.” His liquor-sweetened breath caressed my face.

Goodness!

Two pairs of eyes locked on each other; smoldered with sexual energy. My pelvis tilted; the alarm in my head screamed. I squeezed my thighs tighter, gulped of my drink, tried to hide my jangling nerves.

Then he licked those lips.

Goddamnit!

Mental images of his unclothed physique made my body flit hot, cold. Flashes of his lips nibbling
on my earlobe, my neck, up and spine, my toes, my ni—Stop it, girl! Stop it!
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, the AC cooling the flash sweat coating my upper lip, rimming my
hairline.

My attention was mercifully diverted as the couple suddenly rose from the booth, coats in hand.

“Your friends are leaving,” Meylon said in my ear, his breath searing my lobe.

I leaned back; slowed the pace. “They aren’t my friends,” I emphasized.

He straightened and opened his jacket. “Mine either,” he growled just before the nose of the .45 cleared his coat.

Shit!

Guns, particularly ones I’m not holding, are something that do scare me.

Then, the couple was upon us.

Meylon ignored me as he slid from his stool, stopped in front of the man.

“What the hell are you doing?” My body tensed, eyes looked for any opportunity to disarm him quickly.

Meylon sneered, aimed the gun at the mark’s chest. “Oh, this how it is? You think you can run around and screw my woman and this woman and that? I’ll kill you!”

Someone screamed, “He’s got a gun!” People surged towards the exits.

The man’s face was contorted in fear. The woman’s, a portrait in fright—eyes wide; mouth in the proverbial “O.” The man roughly pulled the woman between him and the gun.

You chickenshit, you!

I had to get control of the situation.

Front kick to the gun hand.

Chop to his exposed neck.

He grunted but he held onto the gun.

Damn!

I punched his head, his neck and chest; felt the solid thuds.

But…they didn’t seem to faze Meylon.

It was a confirmed fact when he pimp-slapped me with the gun. I flew backwards; thudded into
the bar. Crazed eyes pinned me to the floor.

“Bitch, you’ve lost your damn mind!” he snarled.

I knew this wasn’t a Matrix moment as I watched his finger slowly cock the gun, my fight or flight instinct suddenly…paralyzed.

What about our conversation?! What about how you wanted to be all up in my stuff?! my mind screeched.

His eyes held mine, a muscle twitching along his cheek.

His shoulders relaxed; he stared at the floor then back at me.

Then he shook his head.

I relaxed, felt a reprieve, readied mentally for my next attack

A smile, showcasing those beauteous lips and teeth which…morphed into a snarl as his hand lifted; finger squeeze the trigger—

SSSSTTTOOOPPP!

The dream ceased.

Breathe.

Everyone knows that if you die in a dream, you’re dead for real.

Breathe.

The curtains fluttered from the central air; the luminous second hand on my clock ticked on my nightstand, affirming I was still alive.

Breathe.

Suspended between consciousness and sleep, unable to will myself to move, speak or even open my eyes. Ineptness. A state in which I’ve always been afraid. Scared of…I don’t know. Maybe ghosts communicating with me. Maybe the devil holding me captive. Maybe of being suspended in this state…forever. I pushed those thoughts to the side; willed myself to not be afraid because I knew I was alive. The incessant ticking was a constant reminder.

Breathe.

Yet, I almost died. A black belt in judo, numerous self-defense training sessions and I…choked. This helplessness gnawed my brain, worried my soul. Would I fail when I needed me the most?

Breathe.

Get it together, Mo! What was that sissypunk crap you just pulled? You badder than this! You ain’t never ever been nobody’s punk!

Correct.

I slowly calmed; heart rate followed suit as the dream world slowly pulled me into its depths.

Rewind...

Ms. Minnie continues to do her thing!

2007-09-21T13:51:00.000-04:00

I fell in love with The Seduction of Mr. Bradley and worked it until it breathed. It is a love story between conflicted individuals. Bill Bradley is bisexual. I learned an interesting development while writing this novel. Brokeback Mountain—a film from a short story by Annie Proulx about “...a forbidden and secretive relationship between two cowboys.”—won three Oscars in 2005.

According to IMBC.com, Ms. Proulx was born August 22, 1935. I was born May 16, 1936. She finished Brokeback Mountain December 2005; I completed my first draft of Mr. Bradley near that same period and published November 2006. In the end, my hope is that this novel blazes a path to a greater understanding of and by humankind.

Thank you so much for reading my Hist/story. And Thank You, Sydney for the opportunity!

Minnie E Miller
Author of The Seduction of Mr. Bradleywww.millerscribs.comwww.myspace.com/minnie_e www.msprissy-dreamweaver.blogspot.com/

Ms. Minnier E. Miller continues...

2007-09-19T08:39:00.001-04:00

My flavor for the paranormal manifested in my spiritual soul while attending the première musical, The Phantom of The Opera. That little outing was very very expensive—I took two others with me—but well worth it...

I saw sooo many possibilities in Phantom. It was as if my muse took flight. I just hung on and followed it. I was already working on a manuscript titled Precious Angel; I changed the titled to Blue Lady Rising. I've been writing that MM for 10 years! I'm still rewriting it. I put her aside and started writing Catharsis, a book of three short stories: two were about vampires and the third, Connecting, was a love story. I'm not too pleased with that one. Catharsis was my first venture into self-publishing. It kicked my butt, and made me question my sanity, but I put it out there anyway.
Minnie E Miller
Author of The Seduction of Mr. Bradley
http://www.millerscribs.com/
www.myspace.com/minnie_e
www.msprissy-dreamweaver.blogspot.com/

Minnie Miller Continues to Shine!

2007-09-17T19:29:00.000-04:00

My creativity had pushed to the forefront of my mind in 1976. I enrolled in The Chicago School of The Art Institute—the “Tony” art school.

At the school, my activist mind came alive. African Americans were being ignored, although there many very, very talented artists in our groups, especially our young men. I was mad as hell and said, “I’m not taking anymore,” and left after a three semesters. I met an African American lawyer while working at the ACLU. I became his secretary. In his private practice, he was the lawyer for the Black Panther Party. That's a book in itself. I have years of journals hidden away. I won’t go into it here.

Minnie E Miller
Author of The Seduction of Mr. Bradley
The Seduction of Mr. Bradley
http://www.millerscribs.com/
www.msprissy-dreamweaver.blogspot.com/ www.myspace.com/minnie_e

Let's Welcome Author Minnie Miller to the Stage!

2007-09-16T17:32:00.000-04:00

I have been writing for many more years than the fourteen I consider my serious literary period. A little history about me.

My last full time job was with the Office of the Mayor of San Francisco as special assistant to his press secretary. While there, I coauthored The San Francisco Mayor's Summit for Women, Summit Report 1998. I retired in 1999, left San Francisco, landed in Atlanta, Georgia, and worked in the City Council's Communications office as a freelancer. Heeding a whisper from my subconscious, I returned home but couldn't sit still. To my amazement, NBC5 Chicago, WMAQ TV hired me part-time in the newsroom. The news junkie in me loved it.

Minnie E Miller
Author of
The Seduction of Mr. Bradley
http://www.millerscribs.com/
www.msprissy-dreamweaver.blogspot.com/ www.myspace.com/minnie_e

Simply Sydney Global Blog Tour!

2007-09-13T00:09:00.000-04:00

Get ready to be entertained, folks. Beginning next week, I'll began my Simply Sydney Global Blog Tour. That's correct, beginning next week, I'll have a myriad of fellow authors, publicists and book affectianos here talking about, what else? BOOKS!

And don't forget, I have a few other blogs, so I'll keep you informed of who is starring where. It should be a load of fun and will introduce you all to great new reads. Hope you'll stick around for the ride.

Syd

How long should a sex scene be in a book?

2007-08-31T13:03:00.000-04:00

Guess you can tell I'm back to writing. All true, but I'm still reading my 2 - 5 books a week also. Well this novel I'm reading now--Nameless Book--has a threesome that, I swear, takes up 3 chapters. I kid you not. After reading all that rubbing, and kissing and **********and********* for doggone near 30 pages, I was exhausted just like the characters.

And don't get me wrong, it wasn't that the writing wasn't up to par. It was. I just wondered if it was overkill and kinda of pushing the envelope to let the menage-a-trois become the plot versus the action/adventure plot it began with. Here I am ready for the next sex session while forgetting the reason the book was written in the first place.

So, how long (minutes reading or pages) do you think a sex scene should be. Would 30 pages be too long for the same characters? I would love to hear from you.

Hello World!

2007-08-21T11:00:00.000-04:00

Wow, folks, it's been a minute since you've heard from me. I was hit hard, hard, hard by the death of my number one supporter and encourager--my mother--in May. My writing muse tactfully decided to go into mourning with me and I must tell you, I've written barely a conherent sentence since that time. But then this past weekend....something just "clicked."

Seriously. I felt an easing of grief and lightness to my physical being. And let me tell you, delicately, the activities in the wee hours of the morning were....off the chain! So as my spirits lift, my writing will return. And I'm in the middle of some very "interesting" ones. Stay tuned and strap on your seatbelt. Payback, Inc. is on its way.....

Sex Weed

2007-04-05T03:05:00.000-04:00

Think you've had some Mary J, uh uh, not until you read Sylvia Hubbard's "Sex Weed!" She's headlining at The Pout, www.thepout.blogspot.com . The two installments I've read so far will definitely hook you. So take a ride on the wild side and enjoy the read while you are at it.

Syd

Sylvia Hubbard Headlining for April!

2007-04-02T13:46:00.000-04:00

Good folks, Sylvia Hubbard, suspense author extraordinaire will be headlining in my alter ego site--The Pout (Pout Erotica) for the month of April. Please take time to stop by. If you haven't read her works, you are in for a treat.

www.thepout.blogspot.com

10 Things You Didn't Know About Author Sheila Goss

2007-03-29T09:53:00.000-04:00

1. Although my name is spelled "SheLia," it is pronounced exactly the same as the more common spelling "Sheila."

2. Ideas for my books come to me in my dreams.

3. As much as I love to read, I can't read while a car or plane is in motion because it makes my head hurt.

4. According to my Aunt Carole Lee, I've been reading since I was four.

5. My first published work was not a novel, but a poem back in 4th grade.

6. I wanted to be a Southern University Dancing Doll, but was too scared to try out.

7. At one time, my career goal was to be an FBI agent; which is probably why I enjoy reading and writing suspense stories.

8. I have no kids.

9. I had a crush on my college professor - Mr. W. (& a crush on LL Cool J).

10. When writing in other genres besides women's fiction or romance, I use a pen name.

Visit one of Shelia's blogs: http://www.ohnosheliadidnt.blogspot.com/ or her website: http://www.sheliagoss.com/.

Sheila Goss will be Guest Blogger on Thursday!

2007-03-28T23:42:00.000-04:00

Best selling author, Sheila Goss- My Invisible Husband, Rose are Red, Violets are True- will be the guest blogger on Mental Ruminations tomorrow. Stay tuned to see what she has to say.

Peace out.

Syd

Beating the Buying Curve--In Fiction [Reprint]

2007-03-28T13:50:00.000-04:00

Thought this was a unique outlook on determining what to write in order to sell.

When you write fiction to SELL, you don't need to know what is Currentlyselling on the bookshelves, you need to know what's GOING To Sell. Books take time to write, and even more time to get published; like a yearor more. By the time the novel appears on the bookshelf, the market (thebuying readers) may have already started looking for something else. To beatthe buying curve you need to plan ahead of the game. I do it by Cheating! -- But then, I do everything by cheating. (grin) A quick perusal of the top box office hits tells us point blank whatstories the general public liked Best.

TOP 10 AMERICAN FILMS of All Time
1. Gone With the Wind (1939)
2. Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (1977)
3. The Sound of Music (1965)
4. E. T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)
5. The Ten Commandments (1956)
6. Titanic (1997)
7. Jaws (1975)
8. Doctor Zhivago (1965)
9. The Exorcist (1973)
10. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937)

The TOP 10 AMERICAN FILMS for 2006
1. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (Historical FantasyPG-13)
2. Night at the Museum (Suspense/Fantasy PG)
3. Cars (Contemporary Fantasy G)
4. X-Men: The Last Stand (Contemporary Fantasy PG-13)
5. The Da Vinci Code (Mystery/Suspense PG-13)
6. Superman Returns (Contemporary Fantasy PG-13)
7. Happy Feet (Fantasy - G)
8. Ice Age: The Meltdown (Historical Fantasy G)
9. Casino Royale (Action/Suspense PG-13)
10. The Pursuit of Happyness (True-Life/Inspirational PG-13)

The TOP 10 AMERICAN FILMS this past weekend
1. 300 (Historical Fantasy R)
2. Wild Hogs (Contemporary Adventure PG-13)
3. Bridge to Terabithia (Contemporary Fantasy PG)
4. GhostRider (Contemporary Fantasy PG-13)
5. Zodiac (Horror R)
6. The Number 23 (Horror R)
7. Norbit (Contemporary Romance PG-13)
8. Music & Lyrics (Contemporary Romance PG-13)
9. Breach (Contemporary Adventure PG13)
10. Amazing Grace (Contemporary Suspense PG)
(Note: I'm using American movies because I live in America and I am sellingto an American audience.)

-- Take all this information and ask yourself:What type of Characters were featured...? Themes..? Love / Revenge / Honor / Duty / Friendship / Trust / Faith / Loss?Setting..? Contemporary / Fantasy / Sci-fi / Historical?Endings..? Tragedy / Comedy / Attainment / Defeat?

Take all this information and ask yourself: -- "How can I add Sex to these stories?" WHY Movies? -- When designing a car, why stop to reinvent the wheel if someone else has already done all the research and done it better? Why work when you don't have to? Why struggle trying to find a good story, and interesting characters, when the data on what people already like is right there in front of us? When it comes to figuring out what is popular in a story, Hollywood has streamlined just about everything: plot, setting and character. A quick perusal of the top box office hits tells us point blank what stories thegeneral public liked Best.

"Wait a minute! Isn't that STEALING?" -- Not according to Broadway or Hollywood. Borrowing whole plots didn't stop WEST SIDE STORY the Broadway play, (adirect and unashamed 'Romeo & Juliet' rip-off,) from being a tremendous hit,or the Broadway play CAMELOT, (a rip off of TS Elliot's 'Once & FutureKing') or MY FAIR LADY, (a rip off of the Greek myth 'Pygmalion'.)Seriously, Hollywood ransacks and renovates all the time. There must be amillion and one Frankenstein, Dracula, Phantom of the Opera, and SherlockHolms adaptations. The movie "UNDERWORLD" was openly marketed as a gothic 'Romeo & Juliet'. STAR WARS is a carbon copy of Kurosawa's Samurai/Ninja movie 'The HiddenFortress'- including the comedic antics of two highly recognizable 'Laurel &Hardy' characters. (For goodness sake, they're Still in Japanese costumes!)

In case you haven't spotted it, Walt Disney ransacks and renovates EVERYBODY, and makes a ton of cash doing it too. Just about every single Walt Disney Adventure movie, from BEAUTY & THE BEAST to THE LION KING to HERCULES to MULAN to TARZAN was ransacked from elsewhere. TREASURE PLANET is a very unashamed rewrite of 'Treasure Island' - and one of my favorite movies.

The book market is no different. Think of all those vampire novels on theshelves... Can you say: 'Dracula'? Think of all those BDSM books... Can you say 'Story of O'? To be Perfectly Clear... -- I am NOT saying you should copy anyone else's work. I am merely suggesting a way to jump-start a story by modeling it after a story that's already been proven to work, through popularity, then make extensive changes to disguise the original source. As long as you shift genres, change the characters around a bit, and don'tuse any trademarked names or designations, you won't step on any copyrighted toes.It's not what you HAVE -- It's what you DO with it. -- When it comes to making Original Fiction, it's NOT how unique the plotis, it's Your VISION of that plot that makes it fresh and different!

* Alice in Wonderland + CyberPunk = THE MATRIX
* Treasure Island + James Bond = NATIONAL TREASURE
* Robinson Caruso + Space Aliens = ET
* Romeo & Juliet + the Old South = GONE WITH THE WIND

Hollywood ransacks and renovates, then mixes and matches whole plotlines all the time. Look at all those box-office smashes. What other proof do you need?

In Conclusion:If 'ransacking and renovating' is not something you want to do, GOOD! Less competition for me. If you think I'm a hack for doing so, that's okay too,but just so you know, I'm crying all the way to the bank - along with just about every top author in the writing biz, and in the movie biz.It all boils down to your personal choice:

* Do you really want to spend your whole life searching for, and perfecting, something Original?

* Or do you wanna make money? I don't know about you, but I need the cash. I don't have the time to waste'reinventing the wheel' when so many others have already spent their livesperfecting it. I have books to write and bills to pay.

Morgan Hawke

Ten Things You Did Not know About Shai Davis!

2007-03-21T21:34:00.000-04:00

1. I don't like English, don't shoot me scholars.

2. When I was younger, I wanted to be a teacher, then a beautician, and then a business executive. Never a writer.

3. My full name is Shai(rhymes with hay) Lynn Kai Davis. Shai Lynn is my first name. My mom says Kai is pronounced Kaia. I changed the pronunciation and it rhymes with sky.

4. The first poem I ever wrote was called Alone and it is the only poem I know by heart.

5. My only international publication has been in Essence magazine.

6. I have been writing poetry off and on for 20 years, I never planned to share it with the world. Then I shared it publicly in 2000.

7. When I was a teen, I was fascinated with Billie Holiday, I used to sit in the library for hours reading about her.

8. I love to research as a hobby.

9. I used to suck my thumb until I was 9 and I got an orthodontic device to stop it. I was nicknamed Jaws.

10. Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven was my favorite poem in high school.

Visit Shai's Blog at: http://drawn2words. blogspot. com

A Treat!

2007-03-21T20:33:00.000-04:00

Hello all. Tomorrow, Thursday, we will have a special guest--Ms. Shai Davis! So sit back, relax and lets enjoy what she has to say. I'll be visiting her wonderful blog at http://drawn2words.blogspot.com. Stop by and show your love!

Peace out.

Syd

Sizzling Sex?

2007-03-05T00:27:00.000-05:00

Recently, I joined a promotional blog which and one of the things they suggested is tracking to see which keywords garner people towards your site or blog the most. Believe it or not, the most traffic is garnered whenever the word S-E-X is mentioned. LOL. Guess we all know what's on people's minds most of the time.

That brings about another point. Erotica is gaining ground--finally--but I've always been amazed at how many book fairs, writing contests, etc. specifically state: NO EROTICA. Do they believe people are sexless just because they wish it to be? In this day and age, we should embrace, express and be realistic about sexuality(ies). I've often wondered if this "sweeping under the carpet" mentality is why HIV is still on the rise despite the very basic message of abstinence or safe sex. Either way, sex is here to stay. Let's deal with it!

Contest Winners!

2007-03-03T13:58:00.000-05:00

Wow! I've got two (2) contest with winners to congratulate.

First, congratulations to Vanessa Johnson who won a faux emerald ring/bracelet combo in the "Satisfy Me" and I'll Satisfy You Contest!

Next, many thanks to all who participated in the Psst...Wanna be my Publicist Contest! helping to spread literacy and the message in Devil's Orchestra

Now, the moment many have been waiting for...Congratulations to my top five (5) Volunteer Publicists!

1. Rachelle- Mezzolavender
2. Linda Bass
3. Marilyn Dow-Harris
4. E. Garciea Vaughn
5. Landa Knight

Please send me your mailing address and your MP3 players will be on their way!

Time's Winding Down...

2007-02-26T23:35:00.001-05:00

For those of you who want a go at one of the MP3 players I'm giving away! The Psst...Wanna Be My Publicist contest ends 2/28/07 at the stroke of midnight. And the beauty of it? It doesn't cost a thing! All you have to do is spread the word about Devil's Orchestra...and let me know about it. The top 5 volunteer publicist are rewarded with an MP3 player. No sweat, no stress, but BIG payoff.

So, if you can click, consider sending info along about Devil's Orchestra. For full details about the contest visit here: www.devilsorchestra.blogspot.com.

And as always, THANK YOU!

Peace out,

Syd

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

2007-02-19T21:01:00.000-05:00

Can you tell a chick has been to Mardi Gras? Yep, this was my first time and I had a ball! It's everything they say and more! Yep, I saw the folks baring their chests--and behinds--for trinkets thrown from the balconeys and girls were doing the same for the huge crowd below. Liquor flowed freer than water and guess what? Nobody was complaining. The people were nice as all get out even though we were packed in Bourbon Street like Sardines. I walked, ate and gawked for 12 hours straight!

Of course the highlight was the parades. I managed to see three, the last being the Krew of Bacchus, the god of wine. James Gandolfino--The Sopranos star- was the honorary King? for the night. Forgive me Louisianians, if I don't have all the venacular down pat. He looks just like he does on television too!

Okay, so back to writing for me. It was a great mini-vacation and I'd definitely recommend it to any and every one! BUT don't drink too much, bathrooms were precious commodity!

Peace out,

Syd

Damp weather, damp muse

2007-02-01T13:36:00.001-05:00

I'm one of those persons who suffers from the winter blues--Seasonal Affective Disorder--is the proper terminology. No matter how I try to make sure I eat correctly, take mineral/vitamin/herbal supplements or fool my mind, just as soon as the sun hibernates, I want to also.

I'm the sun-loving, too hot to breath weather type of woman. The hotter, the better. Bring it on! Right now, its rainy and cold in Mississippi. Blah!!!! This 3 weeks of cold weather makes me itch! My muse is even crying, moaning, refusing to come out and spark a neuron or two that can be transcribed into legible prose.

BUT, the beauty of nature is that it is cyclical. By March, I'll be in short sleeves; by April short pants and sweating as I take my daily walk. So, until then I'll keep repeating my latest mantra (it changes weekly): "Spring is coming, spring is coming."

Congratulations Angie!

2007-02-01T10:01:00.000-05:00

Congratulations to my Hump Day Pick Me UP Winner!- Angie!!! Hey chick, please send email addy and full address. Thanks!

Syd

Give a Positive Shout Out!!!

2007-01-31T10:43:00.000-05:00

I'll be honest, I need a pick me up! It's cold as Anartica (exag.) here in Mississippi- around 35 degrees--and I stayed up until, get this, 2 am reading the latest Charles Martin novel. Boy, can this man write!

Aywho, since you are here, why don't you tell us what you are feeling positive about? I'm listening and reading! Smooches!

Authors behaving badly

2007-01-31T09:51:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, I read a commentary by a fellow author and was struck at the nice-nastiness of it all. Apparently, she and another author share the same name but one was traditionally published (indignant one) and the other self-published (totally unawares). Well, the traditionally published author left not a trace of hide on the SP author's unaware back as she made sure everyone understood that the other author's work was inferior just because they were not traditionally published. In fact, she urged her readers to return any book they accidentally purchased in "that other author's name" as well as write a strident letter to Amazon.com letting them know how miffed they were at the mistake. In fact, indignant author had written a letter to Amazon.com demanding that they take steps to seperate the two authors.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. In our irritation, it always pays to remember that there is no need to trash another just to promote yourself. There is room for every good writer, self, trad, e-pub, audio, etc. Like the old saying goes, "If you can't say something nice...just hush."

Y'all have a good one!

National Girlfriends Day!

2007-01-25T13:04:00.000-05:00

You know I'm a sucker for animals...and a great friend! I'll be the first to admit, the crazy, wild-eyed dog sponged what sense I had out of my head when I saw it. Kind of funny since, this would be the animal I'd already know we would need to muzzle when I laid eyes on it at the clinic. LOL. Submissive exercises send help!

But, ladies and gents, remember your girlfriends, sister friends, friend girls and sweeties today. Small gestures reap huge rewards! Smoochies!!!!!

Yes, I mean EVERY^^^ word!!!

Psst...Want to be my Publicist? [Contest]

2007-01-24T13:21:00.000-05:00

Help me spread the wonderful message contained in Devil's Orchestra and win a great prize to boot! How to enter? It's fairly simple. Use your vast creative imagination to let folks know about Devil's Orchestra. It can be via email contact, group announcements, placing notices on various reader sites, etc. Whatever strikes your fancy, I say give it a try. Just CC me (sydneymolare@yahoo.com) whenever you send out an email and/or send me an email listing the links directly.

So...what do my top five (5) volunteer publicists win? A MP3 Player!

That's correct, the 5 persons who email me with the most "contacts" made wins one of these MP3 players. There is no purchase required, in fact, if you look below, I've tacked on a synopsis and a link to a "meaty" excerpt to boot!

Contest ends midnight, 2/28/2007. Thanks for your help and good luck to all!

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Read Excerpt Here

Devil’s Orchestra

How far would you go to get what you want?

Tab McGrifth- #1 radio personality on the Eastern seaboard. He made his money the old way--by stepping on one person at a time. He's lied, cheated and "misrepresented" whatever needed to be as he clawed his way to the top of the pile. Now the man that taught him everything he knows, his old mentor Whitey Ford, has returned....

Deva- Hip hop princess extraordinaire. Many are under the impression that she is just a gorgeous airhead. But nothing could be further from the truth. With her shrewd business mind and amazing "luck", Deva is worth somewhere in the upper nine digit range. Deva, like all of us, has her faults. She loves the money--and what accompanies it--just a bit TOO much. In fact, she is slap out of control. When an old friend from back home, Ed Burris, confronts her about her lifestyle, things get explosive...

Juan Rodriguez- gay author and proud of it too. With his life partner, Zeus and son, Loam, Juan's life is definitely on track. That is, until Bodie pops back into his life. Bodie. Blond, beach boy tan, Juan's first lover. He put the w-h-o-r in whore...and doggonit if Juan wasn't still feeling him...

And then there's Luke...

Devil’s Orchestra…whose side are you really playing for?

www.sydneymolare.com; www.devilsorchestra.blogspot.com

2007

2007-01-01T23:50:00.000-05:00

Happy new years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Holidays

2006-12-26T21:27:00.000-05:00

Wishing every one a great holiday season! I'm having a blast. Caught a live band Xmas eve that rocked the house and my hips for a while! Whew. No need to exercise for a day or two after that!

Also, Satisfy Me is on the shelves! Grab a copy of this hot baby here. BUT keep your sweetie close....you are going to need him. Trust me.

Let's keep the party going and have a blast. Life is to short not to do what you want to do!

Peace out.

Syd

Satisfy Me Hits Shelves this month.

2006-12-04T12:35:00.000-05:00

Satisfy Me, which contains my smoking novella Her Wildest Fantasy, hits shelves Dec 26th!

Checkout the synopsis:

Give a woman what she wants…give a woman what she needs…and then, give a woman a little something she never expected. In these three, so-hot-they’ll-scorch-your-fingers-turning-the-pages novellas, the men are smokin’, the women are on fire, and the satisfaction? Baby, it’s guaranteed…

Her Wildest Fantasy by Sydney Molare

At the ultra-private sex club Video, the password is “Hedonist.” It’s a place where nothing is forbidden, and you can get your freak on for anything the extensive menu offers. For Sonata, the first time at Video is erotic, eye-opening, beyond all her wildest fantasies—and her first time will definitely not be her last…

Take the plunge and get burned. I've got some water to cool you off! Take care~ Syd

Welcoming fellow author, Ruth Sadi El, to the stage...

2006-10-29T23:20:00.000-05:00

I recently interviewed author friend, Ruth Sadi El. See what this amazing sister has to say:

1. At what point in your life did you know you were a writer?

I was born a poet but, I didn't realize I was a writer until I joined a writer's group called, The Charlotte African American Writers & Poets. They had just started a pilot novel and had an opening for one of the chapters so I jump to the challenge. I surprised myself being able to come up with a whole chapter from just the title. The head of the writer's group told me a little about what the chapter should be about and I took it from there. It was challenging but, I enjoyed being able to use my creativity and come up with character and a story plot from beginning to end with the help of my husband who is also my muse he had a lot of creative input as well. I use him as my audience and when he liked what I wrote I knew is was a winner.

2. With all the criticism writers receive on a constant basis, is there one particular moment or episode when you felt you should just stop and be finished with this career?

There were many moments in writing this chapter I wanted to stop because having my work critiqued was painful. I literally took it personal without realizing this was to help mold me into a better writer. It took me a little while to acquire a tougher skin and learn to roll with the critiques. I can't say that it still doesn't pinch my nerves but, I am not a quitter.

The required word count for the chapter was 12,500 words and the novel we wrote was a collection of short stories about the life of one main character and six writers which created the life of Belinda Norris of "Show A Little Love."

Writing Poetry is in my blood and this is something I know I have to do but, writing novels has become something I want to do because I've found another talent; being able to create characters.

3. What genres do you write in? Reason?

My genres are first and foremost poetry because I have found that I can express my deepest concern and thoughts.

Next is children's books, Little David is my first picture book which will be in a series. The reason for this particular children's book was created from my own disabilities. Not being about to get around without pain was something that has taken me some years to get use too. Then I thought about children with physical limitations and the depression they must go through not being able to play and run around like other children. That is quite a mental adjustment to live with and hence Little David was created. This character can't walk but, through the help of his mother and sister he has learned to be happy with his life. Children with limitations and those that don't have any, must be made to feel special and important and most of all loved by those who take care of them whether it be the parents or teachers.

My third genre is fiction/non-fiction; I love being able to create characters on a normal level and in the science fiction arena I am working on three manuscripts that are out there on the ether plane. One has to do with a dream that came to life after going into a coma. This one could possibly be non-fiction. The second one is about thousands of people turning; sorry I can't give that one away. My third sci-if novel has to do with a strange light that does some awful thing within a community.

4. What do you hope a reader takes away from your writing?

First I want people to think. Most of my poetry is food for the mind. Second I would like the reader to take away a sense of adventure and a knowing that in the end everything will always work out. Sometimes we can get in some serious situations that seem like there is no escape but, we have to realize Father God will always make a way for His children if we just have faith and believe.

5. Are you traditionally published or self-published? What determined your publishing decision?

I am a self-published author and would love to get published traditionally. What made me self-publish my children's book was doing my own illustrations. I felt that I knew what I wanted and no one could see inside the mind of my characters. When I did research on children's publishers they would want my story but, they had their own illustrators and at the time that didn't set well with me.

6. If you could have lunch with one person--dead or alive, who would it be? Why?

I would love to have lunch with Mya Angelou because I have always admired her as a strong poet.

7. If you were given one specific wish with your writing (no, it cannot be general like-make me a best selling author), what would it be?

I would love to be given the opportunity to read my Little David picture books in elementary schools all across the country so that I can touch the hearts of not only the physically challenged but, all children. I want to be able to tell them they are special, loved and their lives are important to Father-God.

8. If you had to compare yourself to another writer, who would it be?

I would not compare myself to anyone else because I love being me and no one else has my style and creative flair.

9. What books do you have in print now? Where are they available?

I have in print Show A Little Love co-authored adult novel can be purchased online at LuLu, http://www.lulu.com/content/101218. Little David children's picture book, Truth In Rhyme, poetry keys for the Moorish thinking mind. God Cares For You, spiritual poetry. These books are available online at my LuLu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/RuthsBooks

10. Best selling author or Literary recognition (Pulitzer, Nobel)? Which would you choose?

I would choose literary recognition (Pulitzer)

Visit Ruth on the web @http://www.lulu.com/RuthsBooks. And remember, you heard it here first!

Syd

I WON!

2006-10-29T20:57:00.000-05:00

****DRUMROLL PLEASE****

SYDNEY MOLARE WINS MISSISSIPPI'S BEST AUTHOR AWARD!

I also won Best Literary Break Out Artist and Most Likely to Succeed.

Thank you to all my fans who supported me. I was in stellar company and feel proud to accept this award.

Much Love,

Syd

I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it....

2006-10-25T08:41:00.000-04:00

Wow! 3 days to one of the biggest events in my life--The Mississippi Best Awards! I received notification that I'm being award the "Most Likely to Succeed" award for my persistence and hard work. Kinda cool, huh? We'll have to wait to see who wins the Big Guns, LOL.

I'm also excited about meeting the Project Runway designers Micheal Knight, Angela Kesslar, Daniel Franco, Zulema, and Kara Saun. I'm in heaven since I've watched them every--and I do mean ev-e-ry--season. I'm hooked on the show. So, I WILL get pics with them and will post them here!

For more info and the latest article in the Clarion Ledger, click here!

Smooches

Keep on keeping on.

Syd

Countdown time!

2006-10-23T11:29:00.000-04:00

Wow, in five days, I'll find out if I've become MS BEST Author! I didn't get nervous UNTIL this morning. Guess it finally hit me...I may be making history come Oct 28th. Now, I've been peeping, but not truly looking for suitable attaire, but my back is against the wall and I've got to get out there and beat the hangars!

In other news, I'm helping judge the Eppie Awards in the Mystery category!!! Good entries so far.

People, this is my thought and word for the day: There are a thousand and one ways to get into the "pulse" of the book industry. You just need to make yourself available...

Peace out

Syd

Don't Overlook the Online Reader's Groups

2006-10-12T22:00:00.000-04:00

In our efforts to get our books in the hands of a larger readership, there is one area that has been keenly overlooked—the online reader’s sites. These sites may be in their infancy, but more are cropping up daily. Not only have I found these sites to economical for authors—from free to $40—the exposure has been a wonderful cross-promotional opportunity for me. It’s a quick way to introduce my work to fans I already have, pick up new fans who have never heard of my works, and many of these readers are avid book buyers. In addition, I don’t have to sell a large volume to cover the costs. In most cases, if I sell one or two books, my costs are totally recouped.

I recently previewed my work in the Book Nibbler Reader’s Community, http://www.booknibbler.homestead.com. The response was quite positive. I recouped my investment—$10—and then some. I even received positive feedback from new fans. Not a bad return any way you look at it. Shades of Romance Magazine, http://www.sormag.com,
was another great experience at an economical cost.

So, when considering where to place those advertising dollars, don’t forget to consider these “jewels in the rough.” They are growing.

Peace out.

Sydney

The Webmercial!

2006-10-08T21:43:00.000-04:00

I'm on YouTube folks! See it here!

peace out!

Syd

Whirlwind life

2006-10-07T22:10:00.000-04:00

Wow, life has truly picked up lately! As a result of me being a finalist for the MS Best Author Award, I have an interview, courtesy of C. A. Webb, in the Clarion-Ledger, Jackson Daily Newspaper. Check it out here.

I also just last night revealed my NEW and IMPROVED website! www.sydneymolare.com and don't forget to check out the video. It tells you all about my works in a nutshell.

With all this going on, my creative juices are flowing! I'm working on my next novel, Loving Ellaween. It's another Southern fiction surrounding one of those vivacious steel magnolias we are known to produce. If I can write it like it's swimming around in my head...this ought to be one you don't want to miss! The premise is a 65 YO grandmother that has a heart attack in the midst of doing IT. Yep, I've got some imagination!

Stay tuned...or I'll catch you napping.

Peace out.

Syd

MS Best Awards Finalist

2006-10-04T14:04:00.000-04:00

Some days it does pay to get up! Actually, it pays pretty good every day around me lately. I was more than ecstatic to learn I was one of the top 3 finalist for the MS Best Author of the Year award. This is a fairly new award, but the competition holds just as much prestige as a doggone Pulitzer to me!

So for those fans who'd love to support me completely, cast your vote for me at the MS Best Yahoo Group! Join and vote for me in the polls. Oh, those other best-selling folks...just ignore them. They'll go away. :)

Peace out!

Juicy Excerpt

2006-09-18T19:19:00.000-04:00

For those wanting more "meat" than the usual excerpts, I'm running a long preview this week at Book Nibbler. Check it out and of course..................FEEDBACK!!!!

Take care.

Syd

Adventures In Advertising

2006-09-15T00:17:00.000-04:00

I just posted the email below in some of my writers groups about what I discovered about the advertising game--and that's what it is, a numbers game. In researching advertising rates within the writing community, I now understand the Caveat Emptor statement. It's true--buyer, or writer, beware. All the "great" deals AREN'T deals at all. Anywho, take a moment to read and of course, send feedback! Smooches.

Good People,
Having been one that has made plenty of mistakes in this publishing game, I had to share what I've learned about advertising. First though, I want to say, I've done my share of advertising. $250/month ads, even signed on and got some for $150-200 if I got them for 3 months and I did--paid over time like a layaway and everything supposedly focused for readers of AA literature. Shoot, I never recouped the cost of the advertising. Did this over and over and finally I started looking for better alternatives. I mean, how long can you throw money behind the same ad and it still yields no sales, right? Like I said, I've paid my advertising dues.

NOW, what I've discovered is...if you go "beyond" your present boundaries, there is a whole 'nother advertising cost scale. Shoot, I just paid $12 for a 4 month banner ad. Then another author told me about another reader/writer site and I paid $25 for a year of advertising. Got me a webpage, book stays up all year and I'll be a featured author. AND I've found oodles of other sites that do the same thing. I mean, $10 - $15 (even at 1 month, this is a steal) shoot off an announcement/ interview/ feature spot to their hundreds of members and wahlah! You've got sales! And heck, I don't need but 1.5 of any title sold to recoup the cost.

I'm not saying that the $250 a month is a bad price...I'm just saying, you have options.

Lesson complete. Have a great night.

Syd

Peace out.

What Kind of Sexy am I?

2006-09-04T10:35:00.000-04:00

Just had to take this little test when I saw it. And the funny thing is...its TRUE. No fudging, no retakes, no please make me somebody I'm not, it IS me. And the last little part about not toning it down...I never do anyway. Peace.

You Are Bad Girl Sexy

Girl, you are nothing but trouble. And that's hot.You've got the classic bad girl sexiness mojo going on. And your badass attitude makes men fear you -- and crave you. Don't give into people who say to tone it down. You're perfect as is.

What'>http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz Mental Ruminations. The Blog of best-selling author, Sydney Molare'!

My, how the time flies!

2006-09-01T11:33:00.000-04:00

One minute, its the beginning of Summer, the next, we're almost into Fall! It seems like I didn't get enough rest, vacation time or mind peace and its time to began again.

I've had some great news in the MY bookworld:

First off, Devil's Orchestra is still getting rave reviews. That makes me very, very proud.

Secondly, my story "Overhaul" did make it into the first edition of Caramel Flava, edited by Zane. I'm on page 230. That's 230.

Thirdly, Satisfy Me, which includes my novella "Her Wildest Fantasy" has a definite drop date of Dec 26, 2006. AND I just received a contract for the second one. I'm gonna wedge this door open a little wider and give them a full length novel in a minute.

And yep, looks like I'm doing a little touring again. I kick it off Oct 6 - 8 at the Marvelously Mature Weekend in Dallas, Tx. This event is hosted by Evelyn Paltry and I expect to have a blast. Grandmama's Mojo Still Working will be my headliner for that event.

Mid Oct finds me in Jackson at the Jackson Mississipp Reader's Club monthly meeting. Devil's Orchestra will play a ghoulish host for this event.

Oct 28 is my double-header day. I'm in Collins, MS for a booksigning from 10 - 2 followed by, going home, getting gussied up, and attending the Mississippi Best Awards, where I'll be up for Best Author- fiction.

November 9-11, I'm on the road again. Detroit, MI this time for the Motown Writers Conference. I hope to meet up and greet all those wonderful women writers I've been conversing with. It's time!!!!!

Well, that's it for now. I'll post more as my schedule unveils itself!

Chugging Along!

2006-06-27T20:13:00.000-04:00

Whew! Spring flew out of here with wings and summer is sucking all the air from my lungs. Man, is it hot down here! 90+ every day and we JUST got to summer! It's all good. I'm about to go on vacation, no kids just plenty of writing, writing, reading and running my mouth.

BTW, Devil's Orchestra just had another great review posted to Amazon! 4 1/2 - 5's across the board. Can I be any happier than that?

Pick up your copy today!

Devil's Orchestra. Its NOT your average novel.

Schools Out

2006-05-21T17:45:00.000-04:00

Anybody else excited as I am that schools about to be out? Yes, the chaps--as we say down South--will be underfoot, but no more papers to grade or advisees to advise. Just 3 weeks until my summer camp, then 1.5 months of just rest and relaxation.

During this time, of course I will be promoting and selling my behind parts off. I'm actually targeting church congregations with my latest, Devil's Orchestra. I just send them a flyer, asking them to post it on the bulletin board and list the bookstores that are carrying it in their town. Sales are brisk.

Take care and keep on reading and writing.