Saturday, February 16, 2013

His Allure, Her Passion Blitz post and giveaway

His Allure, Her Passion by Juliana Haygert
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publication date: February 2013 by Decadent Publishing

eanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">  Synopsis: In his father’s eyes, Dylan Deveraux is just a playboy spending the family fortune on prostitutes, alcohol, and fast cars. And it isn't even with the cars his father produces. Because of that, his father forbids his presence at the ball that will mark the launch of the US plant of his company, strategically scheduled on Valentine’s Day.

Hayley Allen is a failing model with the worse luck in the world. She always ends up in the hands of cruel designers and photographers. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Better than admit having a weak nervous system that always reacted during her gigs. Desperate, she would do anything to help her career.

Dylan shows up at her door, wasted as usual. Friends for a long time, Hayley is the only one able to put up with Dylan’s bullshit, and he appreciates that, but not the way her heart wants.

Even though he doesn't believe in Valentine's Day, Dylan has an idea for his father's ball. When he suggests a deal to Hayley, a deal that could finally put her in the spotlight of success and help him impress his father, she doesn't hesitate. Even if it means hurting her heart a little more.

Note that these are not the direct purchase links but author profile where the book will be listed as soon as it's released on February 14th.




Juliana Haygert
While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines and the heroes who drive them crazy.

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Nicknames: Ju, Juli, Seca (which is a slang for someone too thin in Portuguese – I was too skinny when a teenager)

Where do you live: Connecticut

Your favorite dessert: hm, anything with hot fudge and ice cream

Your favorite TV series: TVD, Nikita, Arrow, and Beauty and the Beast. I CANNOT choose only one from these.

Last book you read: Breathe by Abbi Glines

Last movie you watched: The Expendables 2 (horrible! good for laughs though)

Last song (or album) you bought: Lucifer by SHINee (South Korean boy band)

A book/series you could read over and over again: I’m not big into re-reading but I would say any book/series by Richelle Mead

Coke or pepsi? Both

Day or night? Night, though, after becoming a mother, I had to force myself to become a day person ;)

Pen or pencil? Pencil

Summer or winter? Winter – I have super low blood pressure and faint a lot during the summer, so …

Cat or dog? Dog

Tea or coffee? Both

Plotter or pantser? I was half-half, but now I’m trying to become more of a plotter

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? I’ve been writing since I was 13yo, but it was only a hobby. It was around 2009 when I thought I could try this seriously, but I took it very slow in the beginning.

What are you working on now? I’m writing NA contemporary romance called Breaking the Reins and I’m plotting The Everlast #2 which is unnamed yet. And I will not mention how many ideas are swirling around my mind. Too distracting …

If you decided not to be a writer, what would your other dream job be? Why? Architect. I went to architecture school for 3 years. Loved it to death. Still do.

What is the scariest thing you’ve ever done in your life? Moved out of my parents’ house in a very small town when I was 16yo and went to live alone in a city with 1.5 million habitants.

Who is the one person that has singlehandedly inspired you the most in your life? My father. He and I always talked a lot, about everything, and he always pushed me to be a better person. Before I went to college (for Architecture, then Graphic Design), he told me I should do something where I could use my writing – he knew I was destined to be a writer, even when I didn’t.

What is one talent that you’re hopeless at, but you wish you had? Singing. And drawing. How I wish I could do both at least a little decently, but nah. I’m hopeless.

What is one trait or physical characteristic that you are proud of/love about yourself? Physical = my greens eyes. Trait = I always treat others as I would like to be treated. Respect is the law.

Do you have any suggestions for aspiring writers? Don’t give up. Each word you put down, you’re improving your craft. Several known authors wrote lots of manuscripts before finding and agent/selling a book. Your time will come. You just have to keep at it.
Dylan kissed Hayley, his lips moving slowly at first, afraid of getting her madder than she
already was, afraid of falling under her spell more than he already had. But her scent burnt his
nostrils and her sweet taste teased his mouth, and he lost it. His need grew, and he increased the
speed and pressure of the kiss. Startling him, she matched his new rhythm, her soft lips moving
along with his, her nails scratching the back of his shoulder, sending shivers down his spine,
shaking his core. Wanting more of her, needing more of her, he slid his hands up her bare back,
rubbed her silky skin, glued himself to her. He loved her skin on his, her warmth mingled with
Dylan could have kissed her forever, and he would have, weren’t it for Dorant.
“Perfect,” the photographer said, destroying the moment. “And that’s a wrap. We’re done
here, people.”
The kiss slowed, their hands drew back, and finally Hayley pulled her head back, breaking the
kiss, her wide eyes on his.
Damn, he missed her lips already.
“Hayley, I-”
She walked away without hearing him. Perhaps, it was for the best, since he wasn’t sure what
to say. He felt he needed to say something, to fix them, to fix their relationship.
Hayley, on the other hand, didn’t seem eager to fix anything.
Excerpt 2
On tiptoes, Dylan crossed the short corridor and found Hayley sleeping on the couch. She
looked peaceful, but he doubted she was really comfortable there. The pillow was on the floor,
the comforter pressed in between her legs and arms, as if she was hugging it, her delicate feet
propped on the arm of the couch. Her long amber hair fell around her shoulders, her tank top had
ridden up, showing a piece of her soft midriff skin, and her breasts barely fit inside her tight top.
Shit. He turned his back to her, ashamed at having stared at her body.
But it was such a nice body, how could he resist? He peeked at her over his shoulder. He
didn’t understand how she wasn’t a famous model yet. She was so, so beautiful.
He smiled, remembering the first time he saw her. They were at a party, and he spent over six
hours trying to woo her, but she didn’t fall for his bullshit. No girl had ever resisted him—except
Hayley. She was the first and only. And that’s how their friendship was born. Even though his
instinct was to try and kiss her and sleep with her each time he saw her, Dylan had found a true
friend in her, and for that he put his physical needs aside. She was the only one who understood
his problems, his dark moments, who endured him, who saw past the bullshit, and didn’t throw
herself at him. More importantly, she didn’t care about his fortune.
Hayley stirred, moaned, and opened her eyes. “What are you smiling about?”
Was he smiling? “Nothing.” He sat in an armchair beside the couch. As she sat up, she pulled
the comforter up to hide herself. “Hey, hmm, sorry. I didn’t mean to take your bed.”
“I know.” She smiled and her green eyes shone.
“Was I too much of a jerk?”
“The usual.”
Their eyes locked and she lost her smile. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so much
shit about his life, but he was always afraid he'd push her away if she found out every one of
his little messes. Wouldn’t it be better, though? For her? To be away from him and his bad
influence? But then who would give him pep talks and receive drunken him with open arms in
the wee hours of the night? Who would tell him everything would be okay? Who would give
him a hug when he was down because of his brother? He had driven many, many times from
Princeton to New York just to have one of those hugs.
She was one of those rare jewels and he couldn’t afford to lose her.
Feeling like a coward, Dylan averted his gaze.
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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Hate List Review

Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: October 5, 2010
Five months ago, Valerie Leftman's boyfriend, Nick, opened fire on their school cafeteria. Shot trying to stop him, Valerie inadvertently saved the life of a classmate, but was implicated in the shootings because of the list she helped create. A list of people and things she and Nick hated. The list he used to pick his targets.

Now, after a summer of seclusion, Val is forced to confront her guilt as she returns to school to complete her senior year. Haunted by the memory of the boyfriend she still loves and navigating rocky relationships with her family, former friends and the girl whose life she saved, Val must come to grips with the tragedy that took place and her role in it, in order to make amends and move on with her life.
My Review:
Hate List is not the type of book I normally enjoy reading but this one drew me in from the very  begininng. It's not just a book about a school shooting but it delves into the characters involved and how the incident affects and changes them.  The character development was done extremely well. It makes you stop and think about how you treat people and how sometimes a small act on your part can have a huge impact on the others involved. We should all think twice before we speak or act, and consider how our actions can affect others.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Touch Menacing

It’s nearly time to say good bye to Eden and her friends with the conclusion of the A Touch Trilogy from author Leah Clifford.
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Whether you’ve been there from the beginning when Eden first met Az in A TOUCH MORTAL. Spent countless hours contemplating with other A Touch Trilogy fans over the fate of the kitten, from A TOUCH MORBID. Or are just joining us now, the conclusion to Leah Clifford’s A Touch Trilogy promises to be heart stopping and well worth the wait!
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A Touch Trilogy #3 Author: Leah Clifford
Release Date: March 5th
Eden is dying. For real, this time.
She is crumbling to ash, and an unnatural plague is ravaging mortals and immortals alike. With both Heaven and Hell out to destroy her, Eden can no longer tell the difference between good and evil.

Friends become enemies. And enemies are everywhere.
But don't underestimate Eden. She'll fight for her life, for the lives of those she loves, and for every life she has ever touched.
She'll fight for revenge. For redemption. For—just maybe—the chance to be mortal again.
Everything began with forbidden love.
What will be sacrificed at the bitter end?
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Leah Clifford currently lives in Ohio, but frequently dreams of finding an abandoned mansion in the south that she can restore. In her spare time she loves to travel and has been known to drive over two hours to get kickass quesadillas. So far for jobs she's sold corn at a roadside stand, been a pizza delivery girl, a camp counselor, an extreme cave tour guide, a flight attendant, a waitress (x3), a grocery store clerk and a writer. Out of all of them, writing has been the most fun. She's pretty sure she's gonna stick with it.

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Thursday, July 26, 2012

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Overview of Dark Isle

When evil begets evil, a choice is forced on Quinn, the one person who can see

the danger. Does she save the ones she loves, or does she save the world from


As the realms of Fae and human collide, Quinn's future has never

looked so grim, or so damn impossible.

Genre- Urban Fantasy

Overview of Enemy in Blue

 The streets aren't safe when your enemy wears a blue uniform and a gold


What if the good guys weren't good?

What if a cop went

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What if it was all caught on video and the cop would do anything to

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Chase this lawless cop through the streets and to a

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Genre- Thriller

Overview of Land of the Noonday Sun

When two strangers have nothing left but their dreams,

they must forge a relationship in Nantahala, North Carolina, a small town known

as Land of the Noonday Sun.

A man with a

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Overview of This Time Forever

Delaney Brannigan and Blake Morrisson

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Fourteen-year-old Cassidy Jones wakes up the morning after a minor

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After exposing one of the most notorious rings of police corruption in history,

lawyer Cruz Marquez planned on starting a new life south of the border. That

plan unraveled when an extremist group of Minutemen captured and tortured him

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Curbchek-Reload is a dark account of the streets as they were worked by

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Thursday, July 12, 2012

Cover Reveal Doomed.

I am so excited for this book by Tracy Deebs. Check out her website I hope you love her books as much as I do ....

Beat the Game, Save the World.

One Stuxnet type worm,
One Greek-themed MMO,
One real world scavenger hunt,
Three teenagers on the run
And a ten-day countdown to total nuclear annihilation .
Pandora’s Box isn’t just a myth anymore …

When seventeen-year-old Pandora Walker opens an email attachment, she uploads the most frightening worm ever invented—and in doing so, brings about total technological Armageddon. Everything from the internet to communications to utilities collapses and suddenly Pandora finds herself on the run from Homeland Security, the FBI and every police department in the country, all of whom blame her for the technological wasteland sweeping across the U.S.. With the help of stepbrothers Eli and Theo, her neighbors and the two hottest guys in school-- plus codes encrypted in a world famous MMO-- she sets out on a real life scavenger hunt that only she can solve. A scavenger hunt that pits her against one of the most brilliant men in the world—the maker of the Pandora worm. Her father. Only by unraveling the clues left by him in the MMO, and in real-world places around the U.S., can they hope to beat the clock ticking the days off until the entire planet is Doomed.

“That’s not the really puzzling part,” Agent Lessing finally continues. “Especially if you insist on your innocence in this matter, how is it that starting at seven-fifteen this morning, someone from this IP address opened the twelve different sections of code that make up this worm and uploaded them onto the internet, one by one?”
Emily gasps and I want to protest. I want to tell the FBI agent that she’s crazy. That I have no idea what she’s talking about. But the truth of the matter is that suddenly I do. I know exactly what I was doing at seven-fifteen this morning.
The tentative fairy tale I’ve been building in my head all day—the one I wasn’t even aware of until right now—collapses. I swear, I feel it shatter and my stomach, though close to empty, chooses that moment to revolt.
I spring up from my chair.
“Hey, you can’t go anywhere. Sit back down!” Lessing tells me firmly, reaching into her jacket and pulling out her gun.
I don’t stop; I can’t. Even so, I barely make it to the trash can in time. I don’t know how long I sit there, puking my guts up, but by the time I finish, Lessing has put away her gun. Emily is looking at me in dismay, while Mackaray and Lundstrom—who rushed in at Lessing’s alarmed shout—are wearing identical expressions of smug triumph. Even Lessing seems satisfied, and I know it’s because I’ve blown it big time.
​It’s pretty hard to protest your innocence when you get so upset by what they’re telling you that you hurl.
I don’t get up right away. Instead, I stay on the floor, my head resting against the cool wood of a cabinet. I think about my laptop, stuffed in my backpack, with all the incriminating evidence on it. I think about what else is in the bag—namely the pictures from my father that I’d shoved in there at the last minute. All twelve of them.
​I’ve been wracking my brain, trying to figure out why me, and the answer has been there all along. The psychopath who did this, the one who chose me as this harbinger of destruction, is my father.
​He did this to me. Used my curiosity against me—and the world—and turned me into a modern-day Pandora. Like my namesake before me, I’ve brought a new kind of evil into the world and there’s no going back. Maybe Emily’s dad and the others can fix it. Maybe they can’t. But either way, I have a feeling that deep, dark hole they want to throw me in just got a lot deeper and darker.
​Every writing campaign I’ve ever partaken in for Amnesty International flashes through my head. Letter after letter about Guantanamo Bay. Sierra Leon. Somalia. Story after story of Americans taken to foreign countries and tortured because they’re suspected of terrorism.
Even as I tell myself I’m being silly, I hear the president saying the United States doesn’t tolerate terrorists. That’s what I am, what my father has turned me into with a few strokes of my keyboard, a few picture downloads that I thought were to celebrate my seventeenth birthday.
​A cyber terrorist.
​I reach for the trash can again as dry heaves shake my entire body.
What am I going to do? What am I going to do?​What. Am. I. Going. To. Do?
​Behind me, I hear movement and brace myself to be yanked to my feet. But that doesn’t happen. Instead, Emily settles on the ground next to me and hands me a bottle of water. I rinse my mouth out, drink a few sips. Then she’s hugging me, stroking my hair. “It’s going to be okay, Pandora,” she whispers to me. “I promise. It’s going to be okay.”
​I open my mouth, plan on telling them everything and begging for mercy. Instead, only four words come out. Four words I never thought I’d say. “I want a lawyer.”
​“A lawyer?” Mackaray’s eyes gleam with triumph as he crouches down next to me. “Pandora, where you’re going, lawyers rank right up there with fairies and unicorns as mythical creatures.”
​“You can’t do that!” Emily protests. “She didn’t do anything wrong! My father—“
​“Your father is one of an elite few who could pull off something of this magnitude, Ms. Wood.” Lundstrom speaks up for the first time in a long while. “So I suggest you close your mouth unless you want to bring a lot of trouble down on him as well.”
​Emily shuts up then, her eyes wide and frightened as she presses her back against the cabinet, almost like she wants to shrink inside. The arms wrapped around me start to tremble, but I barely notice since I’m shaking just as hard.
​“She didn’t do anything,” I tell them, wondering if I should just tell them everything?
If I should send them next door to retrieve my laptop from Eli and Theo and get them involved in this?
Do I admit that my father is behind this and let them arrest him, lock him up and throw away the key like they’re threatening to do to me? But if I admit I had an unwitting part in this, are they going to believe me? The looks on their faces say no, that they’ve already made up their minds about my guilt. My best bet, then, is to wait for Mr. Wood. He’s one of the best computer security guys in the country. He’ll know what to do.
I shut down then, refuse to say anything else. They keep asking me questions, but I ignore them. Even when Mackaray grabs onto my arms and lifts me into a standing position, I don’t protest. I’ll wait for Mr. Wood, I tell myself. He’ll be able to fix this.
As we wait, the house grows quiet around me. The front door opens and closes numerous times and I hear the slam of car doors outside. The rev of engines that mark the end of the search. Everyone else has done their jobs and now I’m left alone with these three.
Mr. Wood finally arrives, with a police escort. He’s all outrage and concern as he wraps his arms around us, but it becomes clear very quickly that he won’t be able to help me. He’s not my parent or guardian and no matter how much he argues with the agents—he knows two of them personally—they aren’t budging. But at least Emily seems safe, and that’s something.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I say, after Mr. Wood’s been here about an hour. They’ve told him both he and Emily are free to go, but he hasn’t budged. I know it’s because he doesn’t want to leave me alone with them.
“Tough,” Lundstrom tells me. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Jesus, Mike, she’s just a kid!” Mr. Wood exclaims.
“She unleashed cyber Armageddon—computer genius trumps kid every day of the week.”
“Please,” I say. “I really need to use the restroom.” Even though I don’t. I just want a couple of minutes alone to think, a couple of minutes where they aren’t staring at me like a bug under a microscope.
“I’ll take her,” Mackaray finally says, and I almost change my mind. I don’t want to be alone with him, even for as long as it takes to walk to my bathroom. But it’s not like I have a choice now, not after I made such a big deal of having to go.
We leave the kitchen together and when I try to head upstairs to my bathroom, he grabs my elbow and directs me to the half-bath down the hall. The one without any windows. I shake my head in disbelief. They already think I’m some kind of genius hacker-- now they think I can mastermind an escape from federal custody as well? Who the hell do these people think I am?
“Leave the door open,” Mackaray tells me when we get there.
“What?” I stare at him incredulously.
“You heard me.” The face staring back at me is implacable.
“Where am I going to go? There’s no other way out of the bathroom!”
“Take it or leave it.” Something moves in his eyes and I know he’s waiting for me to leave it. But I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“Does your wife know you get your kicks by listening to teenage girls pee?”
The hand on my elbow gets tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh until I start to see stars. He pulls me towards him and whispers, “You don’t want to play games with me, little girl. I win every time.”
I’m straining so hard in the other direction that when he finally lets me go, I stumble, crack my funny bone hard against the door frame. He laughs, at me and at the helpless tears of pain that spring to my eyes.
I go into the bathroom, leaving the door partially ajar. I turn on the faucet, splash water on my face, blink back the tears.
“Hurry up!” he says after a minute. “We don’t have all night.”
Before I can respond, the lights blink once, twice, then go out completely. My entire house is plunged into an inky blackness.
“What the hell!” Mackaray says, slamming the bathroom door open all the way. “Either get it done or not, kid. You’ve got one minute and then I’m taking you back to the kitchen.”
I barely hear him over the pounding of my own heart and the panic clawing through me, trumping everything else. Even my fear of going to jail. I hate the dark, hate it, hate it, hate it. Ever since I was five and ended up getting trapped in my uncle’s storage shed, under a pile of heavy boxes that fell when I was looking for my Christmas presents. There’d been no lights, or windows, and I’d laid there in the dark for hours, crying, convinced that no one was ever going to find me.
Curiosity had been my downfall then as well.
“Tom?” Lessing’s voice drifts through the hall.
“Just checking. It looks like the whole grid just went down.”
“I can see that.” Lessing must catch the sarcasm in his voice because she shuts up quickly.
“Pandora—“ In his voice is a warning and I know my time is up. But he stops abruptly and there’s a muffled thump, followed by a slithering sound that has me imagining a bunch of snakes sliding down my hallway. I press myself back against the wall and try not to scream.
Something large moves in front of the doorway. “Pandora?”
“Theo?” I whisper incredulously.
He leans forward, until his face is only centimeters from mine. “Let’s go.” His voice is pitched so low that I have to strain to hear it even this close.
“Go where?”
“Out of here. Come on, we’ve only got a couple of minutes before they come looking for you.”
“Looking for—you want me to break out of federal custody?”
“Would you rather I leave you here?”
“I don’t know. I—“ My head is spinning. Of all the ways I envisioned tonight ending, this wasn’t even in the top thousand. “Where’s Mackaray?”
“I hit him. He’s out, but I don’t know for how long. Now are you coming or not?”
Am I? I look back at the kitchen, where Emily and her father wait with the other agents. I can’t leave her—
It’s like Theo can read my thoughts, because he says, “Emily will be fine. She’s not the one in trouble here.”
He’s right; I know he is. But still. Can I do this? Bad enough to be a federal suspect—but to be a fugitive? How is it even possible? They’ll find us in minutes.
Except, the electricity just went out. Communications are gone. No cameras to catch us running by. No way to get out word of a widespread manhunt (or in this case womanhunt). No way for them to track me when they’re basically blind, deaf and dumb. It could work.
But still, do I really want to do this? Do I really want to go down this road?
Hell, yes, I do.
I slip my hand into Theo’s, not bothering to ask how he knew I was in trouble, and we glide as silently as possible through the hallway into the living room. He seems to know exactly where he’s going and I wonder how long he’s been here, prowling around the house, without anyone knowing.
He slides open the glass door that leads to the deck just enough that we can slip out. As he silently closes the door behind us, I realize this is it.
I really have reached the point of no return.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Interview & Giveaway with Crossroads author Mary Ting

Synopsis of Crossroads from Goodreads -  On the same night of her friend’s tragic death, Claudia Emerson encounters another world, Crossroads, through her dream. There, she learns about a mix breed of angels and humans, who possess supernatural powers. Among those with these powers, lies evil, known as the fallen. Mystified by her ability to enter this place called Crossroads, certain that the fallen will be after her, she is assigned a guardian angel named Michael. Aden, the fallen leader, is convinced that Claudia holds the key to help destroy Crossroads. Her dream becomes a nightmare as more secrets are revealed, about who she really is, and the true identities of the people she loves most.

Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule do this interview today.

Thank you for having me and for being a part of the blog tour. I would like to thank Jen Howell at Late Bloomers for setting everything up.

 How did you know you wanted to be a writer? What age where you ?
Writing a novel did not even cross my mind. Even while I was writing Crossroads, I didn’t even think to publish it because I didn’t think I had much to say. After I had finished my first draft, I asked my friend to read it. She loved it and told me that I needed to publish it, after I fix it up of course. So I should say that I was serious about writing about a year ago.

 What made you write Crossroads??
 I started writing Crossroads because it was a way for me to heal the loss of my grandmother—who Gamma is based on in the story. Once I started writing, I stopped crying. Also, I knew that Twilight was based on Meyer’s dream so I based Crossroads from a dream I had in high school so she inspired me.

.Are you an outliner plotter or just go with flow type writer? What kind of advice can you give aspiring writers?
I would have to say that I'm a just go with the flow type. Crossroads story is based on many of my experiences. I won’t explain because I may give too much information. So I just wrote about things I did. So, I guess I can say that I let my fingers do the thinking…lol!!! Advice to the aspiring writers-Get all your thoughts down before you forget. Ask friends to read your draft and get feedbacks. But most importantly, believe that you can!

 Do you listen to music or have a favorite food that you have to have while you are writing?
I need peace and quiet when I write; however, music inspires me too. Listed are few songs that tugged at my heart:  With You by Chris Brown, Angel by Sarah McLachlan, Hero by Enrique Iglesias, Sometimes When We Touch by Dan Hill, Open Arms by Journey, and The Way I Loved You by Selena Gomez.I don’t need to be eating anything when I write, but I LOVE Giant Chewy Sweet Tarts.  I can eat several packs in one sitting. Yum!!!

 Is there anything else in the works?
I am currently working on the sequel. I have another series started, but it’s so difficult to find time.Is there anything else you would like to add?I took on a journey not knowing how rewarding it would be for me. I’ve meet so many wonderful people from all over the world through facebook, goodreads and blog sites.  I’ve made everlasting friendship where friendship knows no boundaries.  And I have to thank my grandmother who continues to watch over me from Heaven.      
For the readers of this book, fly with me through this incredible journey.  Fall in love with the characters as much as I did and make Crossroads your place to be.  Thank you for your support.

Here is a little bit about Mary Ting  

Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry.  Writing Crossroads was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother.  It was inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl.

I am Also Giving away a Signed Crossroads Book to one lucky Winner.
Just Fill out the Form below.. The contest will end on 10/21/11

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Sweet Venom 2 Title Humt

Today is the Title Hunt for Sweet Venom 2 by Tera Lynn Childs. For instructions on how to join the hunt and the official entry form and other links to the other letters, check out Tera's blog

Tera is also offering up some sweet prizes which are five signed copies of Sweet Venom and a grand prize $50 bookstore gift card, and that the hunt is open internationally.

 So here is my letter in the hunt :


Be sure to stop by Tera's blog and join the hunt for the second Sweet Venom book.