This is still fifty

I’ve gotten so many comments, many privately, about how my last post resonated with people. Who knew we all had marauding sorority girls messing with our internal workings? But let’s face it, the “girls” aren’t the only issue with getting older. And no, I’m not talking about the actual aches and pains associated with aging. Those, while most definitely compelling, are actually kinda boring. No, I’m talking about hair. As in what in the everliving f#@$ has happened to mine! 

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   How am I supposed to blow dry this shit?

 How am I supposed to blow dry this shit?

For fifty years I had poker straight hair—think Marcia Brady or Morticia Addams—and no amount of “curling” could fix that. Hot rollers, curling irons, and those old fashioned foam curlers that left you with a headache and sleep deprivation the next morning need not apply. And forget hairspray, styling gels, or mousse. No, if I wanted waves, I had to resort to the chemical variety. Remember perms? I can still smell the rotten egg odor of fresh perm solution... shudder. After years of soul searching and heartbreak, I gave up trying to change my fate back in 1992. But after finally making peace with my lot in life, hurricane fifty slams into port and now my head is channeling Janis Joplin. And come on! How am I supposed to deal with Medusa’s snakes after years of being the little girl from the Ring? I’ve been too busy fighting off drunken sorority girls to learn new styling tricks. I don’t even know how to blow dry this shit. And trust me, I tried. When I was done, I looked like a cartoon character who shoved her finger into a light socket. I suppose I could always dye it red and pick up extra cash scaring kids at birthday parties. And imagine all the fun blog posts I’ll get to write... one has to look on the bright side of things, am I right? 

Until the next time... I’ll be shopping for hats!

Posted on April 16, 2018 .
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This is Fifty

   This is fifty...

 This is fifty...

So... I recently turned fifty. And by recently I mean two years, three months, eight days, seven hours, and like thirty-five minutes, give or take a few minutes. But it’s literally taken me that long for reality to sink in. How is it even possible I’ve been alive for more than half a century? And if turning fifty wasn’t bad enough, now AARP is stalking me like Hogwarts stalked Harry Potter leading up to his eleventh birthday.

Listen up, AARP... Stop writing me! Stop offering me your services! STOP CHANGING THE ENVELOPES TO FOOL ME INTO OPENING THEM! If I have to burn every piece of unidentifiable mail, I will, because for the last damn time, I am NOT old enough to join freaking AARP! Take a hint, already!

The thing is, I don’t feel fifty. Well, maybe first thing in the morning when I roll out of bed to let the dogs out. It takes me a few minutes to work out the kinks, so I kinda feel fifty then. My knees do, anyway. Thankfully, I don’t look fifty—honest, I don’t—and let’s face it, I sure as hell don’t act fifty. Just ask my husband if you don’t believe me. If you were to average my actual age with the age I look at a glance, make that a quick glance, with the age I act—which, most of the time, is roughly that of a 12-year-old boy—I’m barely twenty-eight.

And yet, my seventy-four-year-old father puts me to shame. My stepmother tells me they went orienteering this weekend, and not only did Dad make it to the top of every mountain, but he beat everyone in their group, most of which are like twenty or more years younger than he is! When he’s not climbing mountains like a billy goat, he drives race cars, races bicycles in the senior games, and at the age of seventy-something, he took up marathon running. Of course he got a medal in his first race. And then he ran a two-hundred mile Ragnar relay... thirty-six hours of non-stop running! Rain or shine, he runs several miles every single day. The only place I run is at the mouth. Oh, and to the bathroom. For some reason I have to pee every time I dial my phone. I’d like to know who put that little curse on me.

Speaking of curses...

The only benefit I can see to turning fifty is an end to the bloody reign of the mighty uterus. Well, I’m uh, over fifty now, and that bitch won’t leave!

I went four glorious months without the slightest peep out of her. I was certain the harpy was finally gone for good... just a shriveled memory of my child bearing years. But no. In a cruel twist of fate, she decided to come back from whatever hole she was hiding in and unpacked all her bags for a long ass stay. And this time, the bitch brought friends! And let me tell you, she hasn’t accepted being fifty either. My not-so-friendly uterus has caught her second wind, living life like a drunken sorority girl. I don’t mind so much on her beer days, when she’s slumped over in a corner mumbling incomprehensible nonsense and drooling on herself, but God help me, if it’s Margarita Monday, I’m in some seriously deep shit. That hussy and her drunken buddies shriek “Woohoo!” at the top of their lungs, non-stop, while shooting confetti into the air with rocket launchers. 

After five weeks—FIVE LONG, GRUELING, MISERABLE WEEKS of spring break in Uterusville, I’m just about ready to take my doctor up on her offer to smoke that bitch out. I’m pretty sure I could’ve died... all because of her thoughtless party-all-the-time attitude. It’s a wonder the damn thing hasn’t fallen out by now! 

So if you’re listening, uterus, I only have one thing to say to you... fuck you and the ovaries you rode in on! 

As for the rest of being fifty, the jury is still out. I guess I’ll keep getting older. Like my dad always says… the alternative really isn’t a viable option.

Until the next time… I’ll be watching old episodes of Matlock and Murder She Wrote with a cup of warm  milk and a healthy dose of Metamucil. 

Posted on April 8, 2018 .
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Happy Easter Fool’s Day!

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Before anyone slaps back with “How irreverent of you!” let me just say, I’m not bashing Easter. I love Easter! Especially the part where I get to eat chocolate (which this year, I don’t. Bah!) I’m simply making note that Easter has fallen on April Fool’s Day, and how exciting that is for so many! Sadly, instead of finding a basket of chocolate eggs this morning, I had proverbial rotten eggs pelted at me from the internet in the form of PRANKS! And, ooooh... I do love a good prank. Especially when I’m in on it. I just keep hoping my new agent deal isn’t a prank... Oh, you haven’t heard about my news??? Where have you been, hiding under a rock??? Well, lemme back up a bit and fill you in! 

On Thursday of last week, I signed a contract with Kelly Peterson of the Corvisiero Literary Agency to represent my contemporary YA novel, DEFLOWERING KENNEDY! Needless to say, I. Am. Thrilled. And overwhelmed. And thrilled! Did I mention thrilled??? Yes, I’ve been published before, and I adore my small press publisher—I’m heading to Raleigh in May for our yearly book signing and publishing party, but more on that later—but signing with an agent is to authors what the golden ticket was to Charlie Bucket! Aaand... I’ve circled back around to chocolate again... this new healthy eating thing may kill me yet!

Which reminds me, it’s time to eat!

Until the next time... I’ll be scouring the pantry for stray chocolate chips or loose M&Ms!

Posted on April 1, 2018 .
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I’m baaack!

Wow, it’s been a long... okay, an epically long... time since the last time I’ve been here. In my defense, I’ve been busy. As in super busy. As in I’ve moved... twice. That’s right, no more haunted farmhouse. First, the hubby—formerly known as the imaginary dead president—talked me into living off the grid in an unfinished house in the wilds of Tennessee. Yeah... that was interesting. For the record, I’ve officially sworn off bucket toilets and bottled water for the forseeable future. The only reason I agreed to that crazy little experiment was because I still had electricity and internet. After nine months of that bullsh... crap, hubby decided to slap some money down on a cabin in the national forest. So now, I have free access to flushing toilets, running water, and central heat and air. Whew! What an adventure! We don’t have any chickens as of the moment, and no, we didn’t eat them, but the mastiffs may have nibbled on a few, but as soon as the weather warms up, we’ll start brooding a few chicks. You heard me... just a few. And maybe some ducks. A stray goose or two. But I draw the line at pigs. Oh, sure, they were fun but a girl can only outrun a charging pig for so long, and I’m not as young as I used to be! Don’t fret. The prospect of running into a bear has probably doubled where I am now, so I’m sure something will try to eat me before too long. As for me, I’m dieting. That’s right! No “doing lines” of Girl Scout cookies this year. I’m restricting myself to four cookies a day. Harsh, I know, but like I said, I’m not as young as I used to be, but not as old as I’d like to get, so I’m trying to take better care of myself. That means lots of diet and exercise, because you never know when you’re gonna have to outrun a bear!

In the meantime, I have a lot of writing to do. And some pretty amazing news to share later this week. And yes, even a witty blog post or two up my sleeve. Like I said, I’m back, and unless something horrible happens, I’ll stick around a little longer this time.

Until the next time... I’ll be looking for something to eat!

Posted on March 26, 2018 .
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Win a Kindle Fire

Kindle the flames of summer magic! 

Red Adept Publishing's hottest Urban Fantasy authors have joined together to give away a Kindle Fire, loaded with copies of their hottest books.

Enter to win! 

Posted on August 18, 2016 .
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looking for fireworks?

If you love urban fantasy and paranormal romance, look no further... have we got something for you! Five authors, 9 books, 10 winners. Enter today! 

Posted on June 20, 2016 .
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Upcoming Events

May 21, 2016 - Five author panel and book signing at the Cameron Village Library in Raleigh, NC. hosted by Red Adept Publishing. For more info click HERE. I'll be answering questions and signing copies of Suddenly Spellbound, Suddenly Sorceress, To Katie With Love, Ashes of Life, Splintered Souls, and Craving Caine. Supplies are limited, so get there early! 

Posted on May 12, 2016 .
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Suddenly Spellbound reviewed by Publisher's Weekly!

Just a month after it's release, Suddenly Spellbound got a great new review from the wildly popular Publisher's Weekly. It's an honor just to be chosen for a review, but to get a nice write up is even better. Now that the review has been posted, paperbacks should be available soon! 

Posted on March 7, 2016 .
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finding the rainbow

I don't write reviews. I just don't. I gush over books I liked. And ignore the ones I didn't. But write a thoughtful review about a book? Never. So I totally won't be doing that now. But what I will do is gush. Because Finding the Rainbow is one of those gush worthy books. 

First of all, the author, Traci Borum (a fellow Red Adept author) is a Jane Austen fan. How do I know this? Because you'll find more than one reference to Emma in Finding The Rainbow. And okay, Emma may not be my favorite Jane Austen novel (Hello, Mr. Darcy?) but it's definitely a close second. The other reason I loved this book has to do with the warm fuzzies it brings. It's a book about family, and love, and well, you'll just have to read it for yourself to find out. But do yourself a favor first, and pick up the first book in the series, Painting the Moon. You won't be disappointed. If you have Kindle Select, you can even get it for free.

Gush over. Let the teasers begin. :)

Holly Newbury’s life is on hold in the cozy English village of Chilton Crosse. While her friends are marrying, having children, and embarking on successful careers, Holly is raising her three younger sisters and working part time at the village art gallery. Her life feels incomplete, but family is more important to her than anything. Then a film crew’s arrival galvanizes the community, and Holly becomes fast friends with Fletcher Hays, the movie’s love-shy American writer.

The production of an Emma film isn’t the only drama in town, though. Their father makes a choice that threatens everything she gave up her dreams for. Holly’s sisters endure growing pains. And Fletcher plans to return to America as soon as filming is over, ruining any chance of their relationship blossoming further. After years of sacrificing for others, Holly must find the courage to take a risk on a future she never dared to expect. 

Here are the links where Finding the Rainbow is available:

 

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UA2C272/tag=redadeppubl-20

Barnes & Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-the-rainbow-traci-borum/1121491846?ean=2940151259705

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/finding-the-rainbow

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id974029010

Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Traci_Borum_Finding_the_Rainbow?id=P2UTBwAAQBAJ

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23339574-finding-the-rainbow

Traci Borum is a writing teacher and native Texan. She’s also an avid reader of women’s fiction, most especially Elin Hilderbrand and Rosamunde Pilcher novels. Since the age of 12, she’s written poetry, short stories, magazine articles, and novels.

Traci also adores all things British. She even owns a British dog (Corgi) and is completely addicted to Masterpiece Theater–must be all those dreamy accents! Aside from having big dreams of getting a book published, it’s the little things that make her the happiest: deep talks with friends, a strong cup of hot chocolate, a hearty game of fetch with her Corgi, and puffy white Texas clouds always reminding her to “look up, slow down, enjoy your life.”

Hey, wanna win some cool prizes? Then enter the giveaway here!

Posted on May 25, 2015 .
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just another crazy author

What does it really mean to be crazy?

When Kelly Stone Gamble challenged me to write a post about the craziest thing I’d ever done, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off. I mean I've done lots of stupid things, but crazy? I just wasn’t sure if I’d ever done anything that was actually crazy. And then I had to ask myself, what is crazy? What does that really mean? And who gets to define it? I mean, sure, whacking someone over the head with a shovel sounds pretty crazy, but hey, maybe he deserved it, right? So how could I possibly decide what moments fell under crazy versus what was just plain stupid? 


Posted on May 14, 2015 .
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talking firsts with Cabrina Claire

Cinnabar Silk author, Cabrina Claire has just released her debut novella, Turn Me, so I invited her to come talk about firsts. 

That first kiss. That new car. That first day of college. Those first apartment keys. That first puppy. Firsts are precious to us. They’re unique, new and scary, and full of promise. When we experience something new, it’s a step down a new path.

The fun part (we hope) comes when we get around to wondering what the end of that path will be like. If you’ve never been down the road, you can’t really know what’s at the end. You can hope. You can guess. You can wish upon a star. You can work your butt off. But the future is unwritten, and we just never know for sure until we get to the end.

You know that feeling when you pick up a new book, and you read the first couple of chapters and fall totally in love with it? That ecstatic feeling of anticipating something awesome is amazeballs. Who knows what that book will hold? How exactly will it blow your mind and exceed your expectations? You don’t know! But you’re drooling to find out, so you don’t put that thing down even for meals, because you want that feeling to last forever.

Beginnings are hope. Beginnings are anticipation. They’re thrilling and flush with promise. Everything is possible at the beginning. It’s why we keep trying new things. It’s why we keep cracking open new books. It’s why we love to fall in love.

Cabrina's new book isn't for the faint of heart. It's a hot steamy romance from Cinnabar Silk and you can find it here:

Amazon

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Kobo 

Apple 

Google

 

Goodreads

 Cinnabar Silk

Posted on May 13, 2015 .
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Last chance to vote!

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If you haven't voted for Craving Caine yet, I need your help, and time is running out! At midnight (mountain time) on March 28th, Big Al's Book's and Pals Reader's Choice Awards voting will be closed.

All you have to do is go to Big Al's Books and Pals 2015 Reader's Choice Awards HERE, and login to the Giveaway window using Facebook or your email address (this step is crucial to open the drop down boxes for voting.) Craving Caine is at the top of the Romance category. 

Easy, right?

And there just might be something in it for you, too. Don't miss out on the great prizes just for voting!

 

 

Posted on March 27, 2015 .
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2015 Reader's Choice Awards

Well, it's that time of year again. Time for the Big Al's Book's and Pals Reader's Choice Awards. And I'm honored to say Craving Caine has been Nominated in the Romance category. Now all I need is your vote. And you can win great prizes just for voting! All you have to do is go to Big Al's Books and Pals 2015 Reader's Choice Awards, and login to the giveaway window using Facebook or your email address then open the Romance category drop-down to vote for Craving Caine. See? Easy! 

And if you haven't read it yet, you're in luck! On March 23rd you can get Craving Caine for $.99 on Amazon. Click the cover to buy. 

And good luck with the giveaway!

Posted on March 20, 2015 .
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indiana jones and the bloat of doom

Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Facebook know that I nearly lost my beloved English Mastiff Indiana Jones from bloat with gastric torsion last week. But thanks to my paranoid fixation with the condition, I knew exactly what was happening to him and badgered my husband until he helped me load Indy into the car and drive him to the emergency vet in the middle of the night. We’ve been told our prompt action is what saved him.

Oh, and the ridiculously expensive surgery wherein Indy lost his spleen, but not his life.

Indy survived the multi-hour procedure, and when the vet came out to tell me how well he did, he said they were bringing Indy out of the anesthesia, and he’d be able to walk to the car so we could transport him to the regular vet (since the ER closes during the daylight hours.)

Now, I’ve had this dog since he was ten weeks old. And I know how much he likes to sleep. And despite my warning that Mastiffs are notoriously sensitive to all forms of anesthesia and sedation, they truly believed he’d wake up quickly like all the other dogs they’d done this surgery on.

Right. Not so much.

Two hours after the vet told me they were removing Indy from the deep sleep, he was still out cold. They finally extubated him to breathe on his own, but he refused to wake up. (Since my boy had survived the surgery, I felt good enough to gloat, just a little.) I reminded the vet that I’d warned him about the sedation/anesthesia. And he just made that grumbly sound doctors make. Another hour later, he conceded that maybe… just maybe, mind you… I knew what I was talking about. But since the ER closed several hours earlier, we had no choice but to transport an unconscious dog. In the back of my Kia.

Did I mention my dog weighs 180lbs? And he was totally and completely unconscious.

So they rolled him out of the back on the shiny steel gurney, wrapped in a lovely floral comforter so he wouldn’t get cold since we’d had major snowstorm just the day before, and snoring like a freaking chainsaw. (Best sound ever, after the scare we had.)  It took four people to load him into the back of my car. We had to back the Kia Soul practically into the ER lobby so they could roll the gurney up to the hatchback and then lift the sleeping giant ever-so-carefully from one flat surface to the next.

But um, Indy was too long to go in sideways. So the vet climbed into the back of my car (with the empty McDonald’s bags from breakfast that morning and the loose hay that had escaped the bail we’d loaded the day before) and eased Indy in, while his tech and my husband worked to pivot the dog’s large body into the space. Then we were off to the regular animal hospital to unload him like a special delivery package.

A few miles down the road and we’d arrived at our destination (they were awaiting our arrival) and they wheeled out a small steel cart about half the size of the ER’s gurney.

Have you ever tried to put a Thanksgiving turkey on a butter dish? Yeah… that.

But four more people later, we managed to get Indy situated at the vet for his overnight stay. Where, I might add, he slept for twenty-four more hours—at least twenty more hours than I slept.

Next time, I’ll tell you what happened when he came home and yours truly had to play Florence Barkingale. 

If you'd like to donate to Indy's vet fund, please click here. And thank you! :)

Posted on March 9, 2015 .
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polarity in motion (a guest post)

Please welcome fellow Red Adept Publishing author, Brenda Vicars. In honor of Brenda's new book, Polarity in Motion, she tackles a hot topic on my blog today. 

My friend Ann and I met for coffee the day I received the proof copy of POLARITY IN MOTION. Naturally, I had the book in my purse, and before our lattes hit the table, I proudly whipped out my first published novel. 

“Oh,” Ann said with a surprised expression as she took in the cover. “The boy and girl are uh…interracial?”  She made this statement sound like a question, and she flipped the book over to read the back cover.  I stayed silent, sipped, and gave her time to read the blurb, which, by the way, says nothing about race.

After she finished reading, she seemed off balance, as if unsure how to ask her unspoken question: Why an interracial couple?  The next half hour we probed the reason that question is asked, and why it’s hard to answer.

We talked about our own children and how the stories they love are full of characters who, like our kids, are white. It’s easy to keep our adolescents supplied with a rich flow of books—coming of age, mystery, romance, and science fiction. But when I was a public high school English teacher, I found myself entrusted with classrooms full of diverse students.  And when I took my classes to the library, most of the choices on the shelves were about white young adults.  How were my students to feel connected to literature when their race was virtually omitted from novels?  And what message did the omission send?

So why did I include an interracial couple in Polarity in Motion?  Because lots of students come from mixed race families, and lots of teens are or will be in interracial relationships. Thankfully, young adult literature is expanding, and diversity is more frequently represented.  But we still have a long way to go.

“You know,” Ann said as we left the coffee shop. “If the two hands on the cover had both been white, I wouldn’t have said, ‘The boy and girl are uh…both white?’”

 

Buy links and Rafflecopter below.

 

Posted on February 16, 2015 .
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book spotlight - fallen angels of karnataka

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Hans M. Hirschi

Published by:

Yaree AB

Genres: Romance, Contemporary, LGBT, Social Awareness, Literary, Travel

264 pages

Release Date: September 15, 2014

The-Fallen-Angels-of-Karnataka-1 In an isolated mountain town in Norway, Haakon dreams of traveling the world, pursuing adventure, seeing great cities, finding love. His very first trip to London with friends from university offers much promise, yet soon after tragedy strikes. Still young, and mourning the loss of his lover, Haakon is not ready to give up on his dream, so when a rich Englishman offers him the chance to join him on a tour of the world, Haakon takes it, daring to believe that his dream is finally coming true...but at what price? The Fallen Angels of Karnataka is a novel filled with adventure, life's hard-learned lessons, loss, despicable evil, and finally, love and redemption. See what others are saying about The Fallen Angels of Karnataka on the author's media page here. The-Fallen-Angels-of-Karnataka-1 The-Fallen-Angels-of-Karnataka-1 The-Fallen-Angels-of-Karnataka-7

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Hans M Hirschi (b. 1967) has been writing stories ever since he was a child. Adulthood and the demands of corporate life efficiently put an end to his fictional writing for over twenty years.

A global executive in training and channel development, Hans has traveled the world and had previously published non-fictional titles.

The birth of his son and the subsequent parental leave provided him with the opportunity to unleash his creative writing once again. With little influence over his brain’s creative workings, he indulges it, going with the flow.

A deeply rooted passion for, faith in a better world, in love, tolerance and diversity are a red thread throughout both his creative and non-fictional work. His novels might best be described as “literary romance, engaging characters and relevant stories that won’t leave you untouched, but hopeful.”

Hans is a proud member of the Swedish Writers’ Union, the Writers’ Center in Sweden and serves as chair of the Swedish Federation of Self- & Independent Publishers.

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Posted on December 10, 2014 .
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book spotlight - the next day

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The Next Day by: Milt Mays

Genres: Thriller, Paranormal, sci-fi

395 Pages

Release date: November 10, 2014

***** Top secret bio-warfare after 9/11 changes an American geneticist and an Iraqi jihadist into the next evolution of man, one evil and one good, and their end game will decide the fate of the human race. Alex Smith, an adventure seeking American geneticist, remembers 9/11 with crystal clarity. A girlfriend was incinerated at the Twin Towers at the same time he was infected by a lethal virus he genetically modified in an illegal, U.S. bio-warfare facility in the Amazon jungle. Then he changes, physically and psychologically, into a creature he hates and must learn to control before he loses his work, his new love, and his life and country. Jabril El Fahd’s Iraqi mother, a nurse, dies in his arms, killed by the American embargo. His dreams of being a doctor are consumed in the fires of revenge and hate. He becomes a jihadist, Osama bin Laden’s right-hand man, and comes up with a plan to not just cripple, but destroy the United States. Infecting himself with a deadly virus to wipe out the American infidels, he changes into a monstrous creature he loves, and becomes more powerful with every hateful and lustful thought. Nothing stands in his way. Nothing except Alex. The-Next-Day-divider

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Other published works by Milt include the novels The Guide and Dan’s War and the short stories “Thanksgiving with Riley” and “The Dry-Land Farmer.” He lives with his wife in Colorado.

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Posted on November 28, 2014 .
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they call her crazy

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Okay, I know you're probably wondering where the hell I've been lately. Well, I've been busy. I know, that's a horrible excuse, but it also happens to be true. I'm working on blog posts for the holiday season, so hopefully, I won't get sidetracked again. As for today, we have an extra special guest on the blog. Today's guest is Kelly Stone Gamble, author of They Call Me Crazy. And Kelly's going to tell us how she recently saved a cat...

I recently left the lights of Las Vegas and moved to Idabel, Oklahoma. It's a completely different world, I'd like to say it's slower and calmer, but it isn't. It's just different. It's also very similar to the setting in my novel, They Call Me Crazy, so it's been a very inspirational place to be in while I write the second book. However, it's been a while since I have lived in the country.

I live at the Salt Creek Lodge, a boutique-ish hunting lodge on the outskirts of town. I have a beautiful one bedroom suite, aptly named 'The Birdhouse' and a pet cardinal that pecks on my window in the morning. My backyard is 1800 acres of wooded land with trails for the ATV's that the lodge rents out. In the morning, it is one of the most beautiful places in the world. At night, it can be very creepy.

Last night, I sat on the back porch looking for Bigfoot and in the distance, heard a cat screech. I am a lover of all animals, and I could tell by the sounds that this cat was definitely hurt. I knew the chances of me finding it in the dark, in the woods, were slim, but the longer I listened to his cries, I knew I had to do something.

As I said, this is a hunting lodge, which means there are big animals in the woods. Deer. Wild Boar. Probably a bear or two. There are also smaller creatures that are just as dangerous, or at least mean enough that I don't necessarily want to come in contact with them. A month ago I saw a tarantula that was the size of a Chihuahua. And did I mention the rattlesnakes?

But the cat was crying so loudly, I thought I was going to cry myself. So I grabbed my flashlight and a roll of duct tape (my weapon of choice: duct tape) and headed out into the dark. Of course by the time I got back outside, a light fog had settled over the ground making it look like a Friday the 13th movie set.  And I was following the screams of a cat.

I don't know if there are mountain lions in the woods, I'm not even sure if they live in this area, but I hoped the loud screeching wasn't a hurt monster kitty. Duct tape can fix a lot of things, but even I'm not crazy enough to duct tape a mountain lion. I saw little eyes as I walked toward the trails---an armadillo? a possum? Probably a skunk.

But I kept walking, on a mission to save a hurt cat.

As I walked through the woods, the black trees seemed to envelop me and each branch became a hand, grabbing me, trying to pull me into the darkness. But I trekked on, the sounds getting louder and more desperate.

A hoot owl startled me and I backed up too quickly and fell over a tangle of dying limbs only to find myself in a small clearing, face to face with the dying cat. But it wasn't a cat.

It was actually two cats

And they weren't dying.                                    

Yes, it's been a long time since I've lived in the country.

OMG! You don't have to tell the president of "team naughty" what those cats were doing. Yikes! Talk about your kitty porn. Thanks for stopping by, Kelly. Sheesh, they don't call her crazy for nothing!

If you haven't gotten your copy of Kelly's new book yet, what are you waiting for?

Available on Amazon as well as other retailers.

 

 

Posted on November 18, 2014 .
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