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New Release Spotlight: The New Mrs. Collins by Quanie Miller

If you’re like me, you’re always looking for the next book to add to your reading queue. Well, you don’t have to look far because Quanie Miller has just released her new paranormal novel, The New Mrs. Collins.

collins_promo (1)The cover alone draws you in but here’s a blurb to give you an idea what you’re really in for:

In the small town of Carolville, Louisiana, no one knows that Adira Collins inherited mystic powers from her great grandmother. All they know is that she’s beautiful, poised, graceful, and ruthless—especially when it comes to love. And no one knows that more than Leena Williams, who was all set to marry the man of her dreams until Adira swooped into town and stole the man’s heart.

Being left at the altar is bad enough, but Leena and her ex share custody of their son, so she has to see the new Mrs. Collins on a regular basis.

And it burns every time she does.

But soon, Leena starts to suspect that there is more to Adira Collins than meets the eye. And it’s not because she owns some kinky lingerie shop or allegedly insulted the pastor’s wife—it’s the strange way she can make a door close without touching it, or take one look at something and make it drop dead at her feet.

Leena starts digging for answers and soon discovers that, unlike her public persona, Adira’s true nature is somewhere on the other side of grace. She also learns, a little too late, that some secrets are better left buried.

Now, if that’s not enough for you, Quanie has so graciously given us an excerpt to get our juices going. Check it out.

          She was on her knees in the back yard when she heard the unmistakable sound of Johnny’s truck pulling into the driveway. She turned her head slightly to the right and got up just as calmly as Ronetha Powell had done the night she put a bullet in her husband’s head. She had done it so calmly. Walked in there while he was watching Wheel of Fortune, put the gun to his head, fired, put the gun down, and then went to Wednesday night revival and sang “Somebody Prayed for Me” with such vigor that the visiting pastor singled her out and shouted, “Woman of God! You are blessed!”

          It was two days before they found Mr. Powell. Before that, Ronetha had merely stepped over him like he was a bunched up rug that she didn’t feel like straightening out again. She was taking her meatloaf out of the oven when they surrounded her house. When Leena saw Ronetha on the front page of the Carolville Daily, being taken away in handcuffs, she thought to herself that Ronetha looked as serene as a river on Sunday morning. In some odd way, Leena felt the same thing. Serenity. It washed over her as she quietly opened the door and tiptoed through the ice cold house, which, for some reason, was blanketed in shades of yellow. She heard movement upstairs and knew that Johnny was in the bedroom. She walked to the kitchen and set a pot of water on to boil.

          She walked slowly up the carpeted stairwell thinking that she should have changed that beige carpet long ago. When she got to the bedroom and saw Johnny — putting a picture of them face down on the nightstand — the shades of yellow that had intruded upon her vision turned stark raving red. Still clutching the letter in her right hand she cocked her arm back and hit that son of a bitch for all he was worth.

Wow, I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get started on this book!

Here’s where you can get your copy:

Amazon (US): http://www.amazon.com/New-Mrs-Collins-Quanie-Miller-ebook/dp/B00OAC362I

Amazon (UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/New-Mrs-Collins-Quanie-Miller-ebook/dp/B00OAC362I

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/483357

A little bit about the author:

QUANIE MILLER - PHOTO Quanie Miller grew up in New Iberia, Louisiana. She fell in love with reading at an early age and spent most of her time at the Iberia Parish Library discovering authors like R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike (she was often found walking back home from the library with a stack of books that went up to her chin). She holds degrees from Louisiana State University and San Jose State University. She has been the recipient of the James Phelan Literary Award, the Louis King Thore Scholarship, the BEA Student Scriptwriting Award, and the Vicki Hudson Emerging Writing Prize. She is the author of The New Mrs. Collins, a southern paranormal novel, and It Ain’t Easy Being Jazzy, a romantic comedy. She lives in South Carolina with her husband and is currently, as always, working on another novel. To find out more about Quanie and her works in progress visit quanietalkswriting.com.

Other places to contact Quanie:

Twitter: @quaniemiller

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/QuanieMillerAuthor

Blog: http://www.quanietalkswriting.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/QuanieMiller

Website: quaniemiller.com

Email: quanie@quanietalkswriting.com

 

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Sifting Through Mud with Demetria Foster Gray

As the world of blogging goes, you tend to e-meet (yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that word used somewhere before) a lot of people. One such person that I have had the pleasure of getting acquainted with is Demetria Foster Gray. Her blog, Shaken But Not Stirred, often offers insight about everyday life. To describe it, in her own words, it “showcases human behavior in its purest form to unveil how we navigate around, under, over, and through our daily existence. Because the point is, even though we get shaken up by life, it’s up to us to not be stirred”.

Demetria recently debuted her novel, Sifting Through Mud, which I literally just finished reading, and I’m really excited to shine the spotlight on her today.

Front Cover Only - SiftingThroughMud resized smallSifting Through Mud is a superb story of friendship, betrayal, and forgiveness. Demetria does a fantastic job weaving together two characters’ unlikely friendship by telling both their points of view: Nyla, the widow who unknowingly befriends the pregnant mistress of her dead husband, Nathan, and Vivian, the said mistress who initially tries to fight off their impending friendship. These two women fall in “like” with one another and find themselves connected emotionally whether they want to be or not.

Here’s a peek inside the story:

      Nathan is in the family room watching sports on TV. My handbag and car keys are on the foyer table next to the flower arrangement I sent myself yesterday for our twentieth wedding anniversary. I grab my keys, my handbag, and open the front door. I pause in the doorway to look back over my shoulder, at the life I lived here. Then silently, almost invisibly, I walk out the door.

      I have no idea where I’m going. All I feel is the overwhelming burden of where I’ve been. The toll and heaviness of an undesired life. For now, a hotel will have to do. One where no one can find me, and has big, fluffy pillows to hold my tears and muffle my screams. Tomorrow, when Nathan’s at work, I’ll go back for a few personal things. All I have now are the clothes on my back—clothes which are hanging wearily from my marriage-torn body.

      The truth of the matter is, I’m a murderer. I’ve killed the one person who could’ve saved me—myself. I’ve traveled down this lifeless road for far too long, and now I’m stuck in blandness. I miss the flavor of life. The pleasure and joy of actually feeling feelings, instead of faking feelings. Faking joy, faking happiness. I’m living life without the spice of life and it’s taking its toll on me.

      But thank God the dead has now risen, and it’s time for me to take back my life. To absolve my death. Which is precisely what I did over dinner this evening while Nathan was eating in front of the TV, and I was dining alone at the kitchen table. I asked myself two questions: (1) How much longer can I play a role that’s no longer suited for me?, and (2) How much longer can I hold my breath when all I want to do is breathe? The answers to those questions are what caused me to rise from the table, grab my handbag, and walk out the door.

      The thing is, I don’t know how to love my husband anymore. Or if I ever loved him at all. It seems I did. I must have. But I just don’t know anymore. It’s exhausting spinning your wheels in a marriage that doesn’t seem to move. Not forward, not backwards, just stalled. Stagnant. A lot of bitterness accompanies stagnation. A lot of anger. A lot of slicing each other apart, and chewing each other up. It’s treacherous. It’s sad. It’s time to move on.

      After driving for a half hour to the next town, I find a nice hotel with clean, spacious rooms, a deep Jacuzzi tub, fresh linens, and a complimentary hot breakfast in the morning. Nathan will be calling me when it becomes the middle of the night and I haven’t returned home. He’ll wonder where I am with a slight bit of concern. Or perhaps he’ll sleep like a log through the night and never give my absence a second thought. Either way, I’ve turned off my cell phone. His concern or lack of concern is no longer an issue for me.

You can grab your copy of Sifting Through Mud here: Amazon.com

Congratulations, Demetria, on your release!

About the author:

Author Photo - Medium sizeDemetria Foster Gray is a novelist, freelance writer, and communications consultant. She earned a degree in Marketing Communications and spent the bulk of her career writing for the corporate world. Creating fictional characters and building stories has always been her first love. A native of the Chicago, IL area, Demetria now lives in North Carolina with her husband and two children. Sifting Through Mud is her debut novel.

Places you can contact Demetria:

Her website: Demetria Foster Gray – Author

Facebook: Demetria Foster Gray, Author

Twitter: @DFosterGray

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The Book Abduction

This past Saturday I took a book back to the library that I literally had checked out six times to finish it. Each check-out is three weeks long and you’re only allowed to renew a book twice. That’s nine weeks and I couldn’t finish the damn thing! I had to turn it back in—relinquish it to the library, let them check it in, and then stalk the reshelving area so that I could check it out again and again…and yet again. So, yep, I held the book hostage for a total of eighteen weeks. I’m not proud but at least I didn’t incur any fines.

It’s not that the book was bad but for some reason I couldn’t push myself to just sit down and read it. It usually doesn’t take me that long to read a book. Not even if it’s bad. And I’m quite embarrassed to even admit it took me over four months to finish one. The author wasn’t someone I had read before and I had gotten it because it was a top-ranked suspense/thriller. How ironic—a suspense that wasn’t exactly keeping me suspended. I would get through a chapter, put the book down and get caught up with other things for a few days. Then I would remember that I still needed to read this book for which time was ticking towards the due date. I couldn’t even blame it on reading another book at the same time, which I sometimes do.

I could have easily given up but I was determined I was going to finish it. I wasn’t going to let it beat me. Plus I didn’t want all those previous renewals to have been for naught.

Photo Courtesy: Flickr.com

Photo Courtesy: Flickr.com

I hit a good stride about midway to three-fourths through. Needless to say when I was finally finished, I was elated to drop that puppy in the return slot and walk away. Of course, I had no intentions of checking anything else out because I had already started reading a juicy romance, one of twelve books waiting in queue on my Kindle. It was a nice change from the intense thriller that I had committed my life to the last few months. Welp, (yes, I said welp) I couldn’t just walk away from the library without looking around. No harm in looking, right?

Wrong, wrong, wrong. I’m a book junkie. That means I can’t leave the library without something in my little navy blue canvas bag with Friends of FCPL printed on the front. Why else would I have ever purchased said bag?

Before I knew what was happening, I was skipping out the front door with three books, all by another author I wasn’t familiar with.

Three weeks, three books. Should be easy-peasy, right? Hopefully I won’t be writing another blog post of how I held these books captive.

Have you ever had trouble finishing a book, good or bad? Have you ever held a borrowed book prisoner?

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Author Synithia Williams Chats About Worth the Wait, Writing and Her Celeb Crush

Today I have the pleasure of talking with romance author Synithia Williams. I met Synithia on Twitter awhile ago and I’ve been following her budding writing career ever since. She has two romance books under her belt, You Can’t Plan Love and her most recent release Worth the Wait.

Me: Hi, Synithia! Thanks so much for joining us today. Please tell us a little about yourself and when you first knew that you wanted to become a writer?

synithia williams Synithia: Hey, Mel! Thanks for asking me to visit. Hope you don’t mind I brought lattes. I love dishing over coffee 🙂

Anywho, I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first book when I was six and hand wrote my first 300 page novel in high school. It’s something I’ve always done, but really considered a hobby. I didn’t pursue my writing dreams until 2010 when I saw a friend go after her dream. I still can’t believe that my books were published so quickly.

When I’m not writing, I work full time on sustainability issues in the Midlands of South Carolina. I’m married with two boys (who are a handful but loveable). When I’m not writing, working, wife and mothering I’m usually in front of the television watching British miniseries on Netflix.

Me: You write “spicy romance set in the South”. Who are some of your favorite authors and did they play a part in your writing?

Synithia: I’ve got so many favorite authors. I really should pick one, but I’m too wishy washy to do that. I like the worlds created by paranormal authors J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books and J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. My favorite historical authors are Beverly Jenkins, Laura Lee Guhrkie and Lisa Kleypas. And I adore contemporary romances by Delaney Diamond, Adrienne Byrd and Maureen Smith.

All of these writers play a part in my writing. Whenever they write something that evokes some type of response in me it urges me to try and achieve the same thing in my writing.

Me: I absolutely loved your first book, You Can’t Plan Love and the heat between Kenyatta and Malcolm. I think I fanned Continue reading

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Where Have All the Books Gone?

file0001352216339How many of you out there own a Kindle or a Nook? Now how many of you still buy print? How many of you still peruse the shelves of a brick and mortar bookstore or the stacks of a library?

file000473781623I still love tangible books. I love dog-earing pages for future reference and I love sliding my bookmark in between the pages to save my place. I love being able to lend one to my sister when the read is worthwhile. And I love sitting with my daughter when she reads one with colorful illustrations that help narrate the story.

A few days ago Barnes and Noble announced that they plan to reduce the number of stores by twenty every year for the next decade. Their revenue over the holiday season was down over the last year and, as you may already know, print book sales everywhere have been down. That struck as both sad and disturbing. Even though they still made a ridiculous amount of money, I wondered if the largest brick and mortar Continue reading

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