Tuesday, October 28, 2014

welcome author Joanne Myers

Hello Lily,

I am pleased to be here. I will also be awarding two lucky people who comment each a print book of their choice. The choices are: "TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology

 "WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology
"LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology
“MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery
“THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY” a biography true crime

 What's on your writing desk? A mess of papers, pencils, my calendar, radio, phone, coffee cup blah! Blah! Blah!

 E-books, print, or both? Any preferences? Why? Print books, because I like the feel of paper between my fingers. Do you read books more than once? If so, name one. What's special about it?

Black Beauty when I was young, because it was so wonderfully tragic with a happy ending. Music while you write? What kind? Easy Listening

What triggered the story behind your “The Crime of the Century” ? I needed to write this story because it is a true crime that occurred in my hometown of Logan, Ohio. This case terrified my small town and destroyed two families. It took nearly 30 years to find the true killers.

What do you read? Do you read different genres when you're writing vs not writing? I read mostly true crime stories.

What makes you laugh? A good comedy

Your favorite vacation-right now it was NYC where I just returned from. It is worth seeing again.

 Blurb for “The Crime of the Century” a shocking true story The residents of Rolling Hills, a hamlet in southeastern Ohio, were horrified when the dismembered bodies of two missing teens were pulled from the local river. Multiply suspects surfaced, but only one was railroaded, Richard Allan Lloyd, a known nudist and hothead.

What began as an evening stroll turned into what found only in horror films, and dubbed ‘the crime of the century’. 18 year old Babette, a voluptuous beauty contestant and horsewoman, and her 19 year old boyfriend Shane Shoemaker, a jealous and possessive unemployed printer, were last seen crossing a trestle bridge. Within fourteen days, their mutilated torsos and severed heads and limbs were unearthed, suggesting satanic cult activity. With an investigation smeared with contradicting statements, and a botched crime scene, investigators built a flimsy case against Richard Lloyd. The three-week trial was based on police corruption and ineptitude, fairytale theories, and forensic mishandling. This heinous crime shattered the sense of security for Rolling Hills, destroyed two families, and forever scarred the town. This story is a detailed account of finding justice for Babette and Shane, and of one man’s perseverance to gain his freedom from death row.

 EXCERPT: At 5:45 pm., Chief White used his walkie-talkie, to radio Lt. Phillipes, who stayed at the command post with Richard and Nancy. Only a few short words were needed. “We found something, but we don’t know what it is,” said the chief. What searchers found . . . was unthinkable. Just 150 yards north of the railroad trestle spanning Bottle Neck River, Sheriff Reynolds and one of his deputies reported “something entangled in debris,” near their small boat. The officers initially said they believed the object was an animal carcass. Once it was dislodged and floated down stream, they realized it was human. The officers then followed the remains and discovered 30 yards south of the first torso, the second torso was located. Both torsos were reportedly snagged against brush along the riverbank just west of The Regency Supply Company. Both torsos were reportedly nude and so badly decomposed, officers said they were unable to determine their sex. Upon the discovery, Jack Jones broke down and was seen “running and screaming” from the area. The remains were pulled to shore and coroner Rausch was summoned to the riverbank. Law enforcement personnel cleared the immediate area of non-official personnel. Afterward, they stationed themselves around the perimeter of the area while the bodies were examined. Many searchers, upon leaving the crime scene, were overheard by reporters asking one another “Are the authorities looking for one killer or two?” After his initial examination of the bodies, the coroner said he was unable to rule on the cause of death or what sex the torsos were. What he did say, was that if one man committed both murders, it was “during a great rage” and by someone with something “very personal” against one, or both, of the victims. Sheriff Reynolds reported an empty purse found, but did not know if it belonged to Babette. He told reporters, he did not believe the bodies were the missing Rolling Hills teens. Richard Lloyd told reporters that, when he and Nancy heard the bodies might not be that of Babette and Shane, they were relieved, and said, “That comment gave me and Nancy a speck of hope.” The discovery of the bodies shocked and silenced the group of volunteers. Most returned to the Kroger parking lot after the first torso was found. Some remained silent, while others were seen conversing in hushed tones, telling reporters they “expected the search to turn up nothing.” Sheriff Reynolds was placed in primary charge since all evidence at that time, pointed to the murders being committed outside of Rolling Hills’s corporation limit, which is the point of origin that the sheriff’s office jurisdiction begins. When officers carried a body bag from the river, Lt. Phillipes approached “the quiet couple.” He claimed Richard calmly asked, “Is it them?” At first Phillipes said, he did not know how to answer, but admitted it was two individuals. He told them the remains might belong to a young Columbus area pair, Chris and Peggy Lerch, reported missing around the same time as Babette and Shane. Phillipes said Richard then asked if he could view the bodies, saying “me and Nancy need to know if it’s our daughter.” Phillipes said he told the couple, “not right now.” He claimed Richard then asked, “Are they all chopped up?”

Author Bio: I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint. When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill's Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com Other books by JoAnne: "TWISTED LOVE," a true-crime anthology "WICKED INTENTIONS" a paranormal/mystery anthology "LOVES', MYTHS' AND MONSTERS'," a fantasy anthology “MURDER MOST FOUL” a detective/mystery “POEMS ABOUT LIFE, LOVE, AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN” “FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology Order your copy of “The Crime of the Century” by JoAnne Myers here http://www.blackrosewriting.com/non-fiction/the-crime-of-the-century-a-shocking-true-story http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crime-of-the-century-joanne-myers/1118400773? ean=2940045695466&itm=1&usri=the+crime+of+the+century http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-crime-of-the-century-joanne-myers/1118400773 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00IFHT5K6/http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1612963072/Contact: Email: authorjoannemyers@yahoo.com http://www.facebook.com/joanne.myers.927 http://facebook.com/authorpage.joannemyers http://amazon.com/author/joannemyers

Respectfully Yours,

JoAnne Myers-Author of Murder Most Foul, Wicked Intentions, Twisted Love, Loves, Myths, and Monsters, The Crime of the Century, and Poems About Life, Love, and Everything in Between.

Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnne http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2

Website: Books and Paintings by JoAnne http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com Blog: http://www.booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com/page2

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

welcome authors Julie Lynn Hayes and M.A. Church

I'd like to give a warm welcome to Julie Lynn Hayes and M.A. Church.  Let's find out more about their book " Be My Human"

door opens and two men enter the room. One has inquisitive green eyes and calico hair, an unusual color on Earth, but common on his home planet of Trygos.

Taz: My Reed, why have those two sent us out again? I do not understand.

Reed: Time for another book, that's why. *looks at Julie and Michelle* Am I right?

Julie: Gosh, Michelle, guess we can’t pull the wool over these guys’ eyes, can we?

Taz: I don’t understand, why would you wish to do that? Then we could not see.

Michelle: *Groans. Gotta find a book that explains this stuff!* And here we go.

Reed: I'll explain later, kitten. *looks out at everybody* Hello out there. I'm Reed, and this is my boyfriend, Taz. Taz is an alien. Yes, I mean he's an honest-to-goodness alien. He's from the planet Trygos. We met at the Empire State Building when Taz was left behind by a dumbass alien called Vorlod. The no-good ass dumped Taz. Just left him at the ESB with no money or anything. It still makes me crazy when I think about that.

Taz: No, my Reed, do not let him make you crazy, he is not worth it. *He purrs and wraps himself around Reed* Just think, if not for him, I would not have you now.

Julie: *rolls eyes* Michelle, isn’t this the part where they usually tell us to get out? And mind our own business or something?

Michelle: Yes, usually. *grins* I'm not going anywhere, so...

Reed. Right. *untangles Taz* Okay, kitten, back in your seat. No, no, your seat, not mine. *Shakes head* So, what do you guys want to ask us?

Julie: You know, the usual. What’s new, what have you been up to? Seen any good plays. That kind of thing.

Taz: *trying to be helpful* Well, Reed has been talking about getting a swing, and I think it sounds—”

Michelle: *snort*grin*giggle*

Reed: *turns red* Speaking of sounds. Did you hear that? No? Huh. Wonder what that was. Now, I, ah... okay, what's been going on, right? Well, Taz and I ended up going down to see the folks as a spur of the moment thing. My dad had a health scare. Turns out it was not a major thing, but it was scary. Taz got to meet my parents and siblings, though.

Taz: Your sister Renee is wonderful, and I love both the Herb and Jeanette. But Jacob... *frowns* He is not a nice man. I wish we could have removed that stick you told me he has up his ass.

Julie: *works hard not to laugh aloud* Gosh, anyone have a drink? Where’s a drink when you need one?

Michelle: *looks at Julie* Maybe we should've put an 'on' button on that stick. Might have loosened him up, lol.

Reed: Doubt it.

Michelle: *dies laughing* Okay, maybe not. I didn't care for him, either. I did like Renee. She’s cool. I'd love to kick back at her bar. That was a cool place.

Julie: I know, right? And watching these two *jerks a thumb toward Reed and Taz* was priceless. Except when you-know-who showed up.

Taz: *frowns* Please do not bring him up. He is evil, and a very bad man.

Michelle: Yeah, well, he is a bad man. And you didn’t let him get away with anything either.

Reed: I have to say, Peyton certainly met his match in Taz. But I’m glad Peyton pushed his way back into my life. I mean, I didn’t enjoy the things he did this time, but I had many unresolved issues concerning him. Seeing Peyton again forced me to handle those. Having Taz there with me, helping me, was very important. I’m not sure I would have been able to face Peyton without Taz’s love behind me.

Julie: Well, it’s cheaper than therapy, you gotta admit. Hey Michelle, think we can go to Renee’s bar? We can make these guys take us and pick up the tab?

Taz: *looks around on the floor* I don’t see the tab, Reed, what color is it?

Reed: *Looks at Julie, then at Taz* It’s green, kitten. As in the color of money green. I’ll be paying for the drinks for all of us.

Michelle: *LOL* Good one, Reed. By the way, Reed, how’s your dad doing?

Reed: Still griping about all the things that are bad for him that he can’t eat now. But he’s exercising more now, and he’s cut back on his favorite treat—ice cream. His health scare really got his attention. I do think he splurges now and then, and Mom turns a blind eye. Got to keep the old man happy or who knows what he’d run out and eat. I love my parents, but I have to say I’m glad to be home. I missed New York.

Taz: Me too. Very much. It’s hard to be quiet all the time. New York is a noisy place. Nobody notices a little sound. *He grins in a very pleased manner*

Julie: *tries not to burst into laughter and almost chokes* Do we want to know more about that, Michelle, or should we let sleeping kitties lie?

Taz: *confused* But I am not sleeping. That is silly.

Michelle: Let sleeping kitties lie lol. *waves* Thanks for stopping by, everyone! Here is the blurb and excerpt for Be My Human.


Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.

But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories.

Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?


They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.

When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.

He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.

And that was just the kitchen.

The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.

What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?

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Meet the Authors:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all. Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.

You can find her on her blog at http://julielynnhayes.blogspot.com/, and you can contact her at tothemax.wolf@gmail.com.

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M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it! When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children. She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. Blog Twitter Goodreads Amazon page Facebook

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Welcome author Kim Fielding

Hi! I'm Kim Fielding, and I want to talk to you about airports. I travel by air fairly often. Every month or two, on the average. This means I spend a lot of time in airports, and generally I don't mind that. In fact, I find them good places to work— although when they're crowded, I wonder if people are reading over my shoulder as I type, and if so, what they think. Nothing like trying to write a juicy sex scene in the middle of a crowd. I think there are good and bad things about airports. On the plus side, I can nest with Starbucks and various treats, plus my laptop and Kindle. My kids aren't usually there to interrupt me. 006 Another advantage is the view. I like looking at the planes. Watching them take off and land is even better. 012 People-watching and eavesdropping opportunities are excellent. I have stolen characters and bits of conversation more than once. And you never know who else is traveling that day. See that man in the orange jersey? He's the very proud father of an NFL player, and he was on his way to Seattle to watch his son play. 019 But then there are the downsides. Airports are all pretty much the same. If it weren't for the T-shirts in the gift shops, you'd hardly know where you were. 004 008 I always make sure to bring plenty of reading material, because airport selections tend to be uninspiring. Unless you're into Ayn Rand or self-help. 017 Some airports try to liven things up with art, but the results can be weird. That giant musical instrument thing houses an Internet kiosk. I don't know why. 010 015 Of course, the worst thing about airports is getting stranded in one when you want to be somewhere else. Most recently, this happened to me in Minneapolis. A pretty nice airport, but not where I wanted to spend a day. That experience inspired a story, however, so I guess I shouldn't be too angry at Delta. In "Standby," Tom misses his connecting flight and gets stuck at the airport. It's not a fun experience--until he meets Rafael. "Standby" is in the Stranded anthology. It's one of my five (!) new releases. To celebrate, I'm doing a Fieldingpalooza book tour with contests. Please join me! ~~~ To celebrate her releases, Kim is giving things away! a Rafflecopter giveaway a Rafflecopter giveawaya Rafflecopter giveaway ~~~~ Kim's new releases are: BoneDry_postcard_front_DSPBone Dry--book 3 in the Bones series--available now for preorder       STRANDED-Final Cover"Standby" in the Stranded anthology--available now for preorder       Coverartdraft2_BruteBrute--French translation--available now       Bones_Cover6"Bones anthology (gothika vol. 2) --preorder now, releases Oct. 27 Four novellas, all with voodoo themes     festivus2 "The Festivus Miracle"--preorder now, releases Nov.1 All proceeds from this story go to Doctors Without Borders.     ~~~~ You can find more information about all Kim's books--and some free stories--on her website: http://kfieldingwrites.com You can also follow her on Twitter @KFieldingWrites and Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/KFieldingWrites