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From the time they were introduced as little girls, Tee-Baby and India have stuck to each other like glue while nurturing dreams of going to college and becoming lawyers. Their lives seem to be in perfect order, until they make it to high school and are introduced to Cino, the captain of the football team. When his brother, Twon, is murdered by his Mexican drug connection, Cino sets down a dark path that eventually leads the girls to meet Shawnee and La-La, Twons two female hitters.
Soon, Tee-Baby and India are fully immersed in a street life fueled by drugs and murder. Although they are beautiful young women, they are gangstas in the making. After the four transform into cold-blooded, heartless murderers who will kill anyone who gets in their way, they decide to avenge Twons death by taking over all of his operations and eliminating those responsible for his murder. Now only time will tell who will live to tell about the perilous mission and who will make the ultimate sacrifice.
In this urban tale of drugs, crime, love, and loss, four women must each decide whether to give up a dangerous game or live an evil, corrupt street life forever.
Upcoming author who loves taking care of family and writing in my spare time. Gangsta Boos was my first book to ever publish but not the first one that I wrote. In the 6th grade I won the Young Author's Award. The title of the book was Home Sweet Home. It was written by myself and a very close friend by the name of Sherita Griffin. I look forward to writing more thrillers and a sequel to Gangsta Boos.
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December Book Of The Month: Willow
Willow politely covered her mouth as she yawned and surreptitiously glanced at her watch. Only another two hours to go and then she could quit for the night … er … morning. She took another long drink of lukewarm tea from her thermos and smiled pleasantly at the convention attendees who drifted by the North American Vampire Association’s exhibit booth. She’d already registered fourteen new members and six new donors that night. Sales of member directories on CD were brisk. And she’d heard that the legendary weretiger Dane Karl was present, serving as bodyguard for one of the more paranoid vampire attendees. She’d heard him spoken of in awe, seen him from afar, and once caught his scent when he strolled through another conference exhibit hall a year ago and hadn’t noticed her at all.
He commanded respect, even from vampires who were utterly convinced of their own superiority over all living beings. He fascinated her, the sidhe who had not been able to get the memory of his scent from her mind. She’d scavenged the Internet and colleagues for information on him, information which was scarce. Incomplete tales whispered of a mighty Viking who’d bonded with a sidhe woman. As to what happened to the woman, no two versions agreed. But all versions concluded with the rise of an immortal weretiger—a weretiger with a sidhe soul.
She glanced around again, keeping that pleasant, meaningless smile on her face even though her cheek muscles ached and she wanted nothing more than to go to bed and sleep for the next twelve hours. But she continued to concentrate on staying awake, on doing her job, on hoping that he would see her.
Ah, there he was. Willow’s breath caught in her throat and she grew very still as she watched him, admired him. A tall man with straight shoulder length, dark blond hair, massively built of long, thick bone and hard muscle and no fat, he prowled slowly along the aisles of exhibits. She watched him pause beside the booth occupied by Night Life Magazine. He desultorily flipped through a few pages, exchanged a few words with the publisher’s staff person who manned the display, and moved on. His gait was slow and gliding, predatory. His heavily lidded eyes appeared sleepy until one took a second look and realized that they were sharp and hyper-watchful.
She concentrated, delicately calibrating her body and releasing the tiniest amount of tigress pheromones into the air.
Yes, I do have to write that.
Non-writers don't understand the strange compulsion to exorcise the stories within my skull. Just like I don't understand storm chasers' compulsion to follow tornadoes and put themselves in danger or the weird high some folks get from hunting big game. Like I have no desire to mount a zebra's head on my living room wall, others consider the explicit, romantic, and otherworldly content of my books less than worthy of their attention.
And that's okay.
I've noticed that when I pick a story idea and it's not one that grabs me with an unbreakable hold until I get the whole damned thing out, the manuscript takes longer to produce. It's more difficult. The Russian Love series was like that after the Russian Lullaby exploded from my brain. Pure Iron took a long time to write, because it wasn't an idea that came from a divine spark of imagination, but a determination that "I can do better than that" comparing my ability to create a "New Adult" romance to that of other authors.
When Russian Pride brought the series full circle, I'd grown tired of it. I left it open to spin off another book or two, segueing from the Russian connection to the Italian connection with the idea that Ciro and Paolo had stories of their own to tell me. Thus far, they're content to remain quiet.
On the contrary, when a story grabs me by the throat and shakes the living daylights out of me, I know it's a good one. I have recently acquired some reader reviews for The Falcon of Imenotash. That story practically slammed into my brain with sledgehammer force, and those who can be persuaded to read it report that it's really good.
The thing is, stories inspired by divine spark don't really stretch me as a writer. One might say they come too easily because I don't struggle with them. Therefore, I toggle between manuscripts. Those that pose the greater challenges also teach more: they force me to concentrate more on the quality of what I write than on merely letting the story flow through my fingers.
To that end in mid-January, I'll be embarking upon a new project in a new-for-me genre. I will be collaborating with author Russ Towne, to write an anthology of short stories in the western genre. Russ has published several westerns, some in conjunction with award-winning western author Scott Harris. (Russ is also a talented author of children's books.) I bring a different sensibility to the genre that complements Russ' stories, not the least of which is a knowledge of horses. He brings an avid interest in all things Old West to the project.
Russ and I will each write four or five stories, depending upon length. We're already bouncing ideas off each other, and I'll be using the protagonist of one of his stories in one of mine. Most likely, I'll edit his stories and he'll edit mine, double-checking for authenticity and consistency. We have several story ideas bubbling already. Because of the preferences of the genre's readers, expect me to tone down the romantic elements. If you'd like to see what I do with gentle or sweet romance within an historical setting, then wait for this anthology.
If you prefer the (much) more explicit stuff, then my next book will have it. I'm about 18,000 words into the story and haven't yet decided whether this will be a novella or full-length novel. What's it all about? I'm hopping sub-genres to alien romance.
This is gonna be fun.
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The 13: Tales of Macabre
A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is a full-time world-building ninja and part time freelancer living in Ohio while crafting her own story and resists growing up at all costs. She mothers her children, loves her husband, attends church, and avoids all things housework and zombies.
Her debut novella, Til Death Do Us Part, was published by Bannerwing Books in 2013, and her work appears in several anthologies and collections, notably Precipice 2, Flash Fiction: 1x50x100, and Endless Darkness. Her poetry has been featured in Ambrosia: A Poetry Anthology, and her first solo collection of horror stories released in October 2017.
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Holly Bargo is a new author for me. I decided to read and review The Falcon of Imenotash even though I was a bit worried about the content and theme. I was pleasantly surprise by this story! The plot twists and drama kept me engaged throughout the book. The characters of Aridis and Edan are well developed (and the little surprise of their bloodlines was awesome!). While there are scenes in this book that are unsavory and unpleasant, the author doesn’t draw the scenes out. I loved Edan and the way he protected Aridis even in dire circumstances. Retribution was sweet and well deserved. The happily-ever-after was a welcome sigh of relief. All in all – a great novella! I would definitely read more by this author!
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Hard boiled, scrambled, over easy, and sunny side up: eggs are the musings of Holly Bargo, the pseudonym for the author.
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