Author Bio:
Have you noticed that everything you do and everything that you go through in life is a story waiting to be told? Whether it's fiction, fantasy, romance, humor, mystery, or non-fiction; your story can be told. Get the words out of your head...just write.
Have you noticed that everything you do and everything that you go through in life is a story waiting to be told? Whether it's fiction, fantasy, romance, humor, mystery, or non-fiction; your story can be told. Get the words out of your head...just write.
Jeané
has been writing since she was in high school. Although she kept
diaries, just as any teenager in high school, she didn't realize her
writing potential until she entered and won the Mayor' Essay Award.
She critiques and edits the writings of fellow authors. She herself
is the author of two novels, "Intimate Moments" and "The
J Spot".
Author Links -
Book Genre:
Erotic Romance
Publisher: America
Star (formerly Publish America)
Release Date: July
08, 2013 for Intimate Moments under Publish America
July 17, 2013 for The J Spot under Publish America
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Author Interview:
What inspired you to write Intimate Moments & The J Spot?
The inspiration to write both of my books came from some erotic romance short stories I had written years before the books were written. I didn't know what to do with the stories and didn't want to toss them in the trash. The original play was to write a book of erotic romance short stories but the stories took on a mind of their own and expanded into a book. Hence, Intimate Moments and The J Spot.
When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I had no aspirations on becoming a writer. I knew I like to write and come up with stories. With having a vivid imagination I love to create. I didn't become an author until I was of adult age.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
Reading my first book came in kindergarten. I don't remember the name of the book but I enjoyed reading all of the Nancy Drew series books.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
I enjoy reading romance novels, paranormal novels, erotic and erotica novels, and comedy novels to name a few. If the book grasp my attention and I can't put it down, I'll read it.
What is your favorite book?
My all-time favorite book is War and Peace followed by Moby Dick. I have read both of those books over and over again.
You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?
It's hard to say who my favorite author is there are so many good authors past and present. But, I will have to say Jane Austen is my favorite. Her book Little Women is a timeless classic.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
As I love to travel, I would love to go to Ancient Rome. I would love to see how they actually lived back then. To see how the buildings became to be ruins. To meet some of the Greek Gods. I think that was such a romantic era.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Sometimes writing is very easy for me and there are times writing is not so easy. I do go through the spells of having writers block. That's when I have to step away from my writing and do something else. I don't have to be in a certain mood to write. When the moment hits me, it hits me.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
I have two dogs, a miniature Daschund and a Box-Lab mix. They are an interesting pair, one is big who acts like a little baby and the other one is small who acts like he's a big dog. Never a dull moment around here with the pair of them.
What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?
I would die for a Rueben sandwich with swiss cheese, sauerkraut, on lightly toasted rye bread with a sour dill pickle on the side. Yummy.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?
For anyone would like to be an author, stop wanting and do it. No harm no foul. Believe in yourself. You can do. Read everything you can get your hands on. Study books on writing. Be patient.
Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog and allowing me to engage with your readers. This has been such fun.
What inspired you to write Intimate Moments & The J Spot?
The inspiration to write both of my books came from some erotic romance short stories I had written years before the books were written. I didn't know what to do with the stories and didn't want to toss them in the trash. The original play was to write a book of erotic romance short stories but the stories took on a mind of their own and expanded into a book. Hence, Intimate Moments and The J Spot.
When or at what age did you know you wanted to be a writer?
I had no aspirations on becoming a writer. I knew I like to write and come up with stories. With having a vivid imagination I love to create. I didn't become an author until I was of adult age.
What is the earliest age you remember reading your first book?
Reading my first book came in kindergarten. I don't remember the name of the book but I enjoyed reading all of the Nancy Drew series books.
What genre of books do you enjoy reading?
I enjoy reading romance novels, paranormal novels, erotic and erotica novels, and comedy novels to name a few. If the book grasp my attention and I can't put it down, I'll read it.
What is your favorite book?
My all-time favorite book is War and Peace followed by Moby Dick. I have read both of those books over and over again.
You know I think we all have a favorite author. Who is your favorite author and why?
It's hard to say who my favorite author is there are so many good authors past and present. But, I will have to say Jane Austen is my favorite. Her book Little Women is a timeless classic.
If you could travel back in time here on earth to any place or time. Where would you go and why?
As I love to travel, I would love to go to Ancient Rome. I would love to see how they actually lived back then. To see how the buildings became to be ruins. To meet some of the Greek Gods. I think that was such a romantic era.
When writing a book do you find that writing comes easy for you or is it a difficult task?
Sometimes writing is very easy for me and there are times writing is not so easy. I do go through the spells of having writers block. That's when I have to step away from my writing and do something else. I don't have to be in a certain mood to write. When the moment hits me, it hits me.
Do you have any little fuzzy friends? Like a dog or a cat? Or any pets?
I have two dogs, a miniature Daschund and a Box-Lab mix. They are an interesting pair, one is big who acts like a little baby and the other one is small who acts like he's a big dog. Never a dull moment around here with the pair of them.
What is your "to die for", favorite food/foods to eat?
I would die for a Rueben sandwich with swiss cheese, sauerkraut, on lightly toasted rye bread with a sour dill pickle on the side. Yummy.
Do you have any advice for anyone that would like to be an author?
For anyone would like to be an author, stop wanting and do it. No harm no foul. Believe in yourself. You can do. Read everything you can get your hands on. Study books on writing. Be patient.
Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog and allowing me to engage with your readers. This has been such fun.
Book Description:
The J Spot is not what you think it is. It's not the type of nightclub that is coming to your mind either. Once inside the club, you will see the maturity.
The J Spot is not what you think it is. It's not the type of nightclub that is coming to your mind either. Once inside the club, you will see the maturity.
Kevin
in the type of man that every woman that he comes in contact with
want to take home, keep him and possess him. Does he let that happen?
Women
flocked to him like bees to honey. They fall to his feet at the sight
of him. As he handed them their drinks, they left their panties as a
tip. Although he was aggressive he was still shy and flattered by all
the attention he received from the ladies. He couldn't understand why
all the attention, he was just like any average male with a large
sexual appetite, and had his way of giving the ladies pleasure.
But,
there was only one lady that seemed to have caught his eye. He
couldn't seem to get her out of his mind. Her sexiness had him off
balance. He saw other women, he had even gone on a date or two but
his mind was gravitating towards one. Will she pay attention to him
or will she tell him to go to hell?
What
is it that he is feeling! Or is it he wanted what he felt he couldn't
have? Was he out of her league?
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release date: July 08, 2013
Publisher: America Star
Available at: Americastarbooks.com, Amazon.com, BN.com, BooksaMillion.com, Smashwords.com
Excerpt:
There was a nice breeze to the night air. The air seemed just right for the pair. The riverboat was not too crowded with gamblers and party goers. Kevin and Melanie were able to find a secluded spot on the boat where they could talk some more and enjoy each other's company without any interruptions. Waiters walked around with trays of delectable edibles and various types of drinks. Kevin was able to flag one of them down to get the both of them a drink
"A glass of wine?" He asked of his date.
"Yes, red wine would be nice," She replied.
Kevin took the glasses of wine from the waiter's tray, he handed her drink to her looking her directly in her beautiful hazel eyes. He smiled and turned to the railing to lean over it a little. "Look how the moon is shining over the water, that's romantic. You can actually see the stars, it's like they're right here in front of you and you can touch'em. I sound like a wuss don't I? I like romance, there's nothing wrong with a man being romantic and showing his romantic side."
She took mental note of all he just said and his behavior so far through the evening made her smile even more. "No, you don't sound like a wuss. Actually, it's kind of refreshing to see a man acknowledge romance, not may do."
"I would like to be in love one day and have that feeling given back. One day it will happen. I'm not forcing it," Kevin said getting into his sensitive side.
"Are you cold?" He asked taking notice that she was putting her wrap around her shoulders and moved closer to her. He wanted to make that move earlier but he didn't want her to think that's why he asked her out.
"Just a little bit."
"Here, come here in my arms." He wrapped his large left arm around her while stepping behind her to cover his body with hers. He can now really smell the scent of her perfume and feel her entire body next to his. "Is that better?" Kevin asked with his mouth to her ear. His warm breath was on her neck, his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and his body was pressed up against her back side.
"That feels a lot better, and I mean, feels a lot better. Your cologne, what is it?"
"It's Armani, is it bothering you?"
"No, I like it."
He relieved her glass from her hands, placed it on the railing next to his, he began to caress her fingers. Feeling her hands and the length of her fingers, Kevin noticed the length of her nails which are nicely manicured and not too long or too short. He intertwined his fingers with hers, balled both into a fist and wrapped both of their arms around her. He could feel her melting in his arms. Her head rested on the left side of his chest exposing the right side of her neck. He rubbed his nose up and down the length of her neck taking in the sweet smells of her scent. Her body relaxed more into his. He unloosened his right hand from her right hand and began to run his hand down the length of her neck. He stopped at her shoulder, which was exposed, and lightly massaged it. He was still holding on to her with his left hand, making sure she could still feel his body with hers.
The cool air had caused their bodies to become warm within each other's.
"Are you okay? Is my arm hurting you?" Kevin asked out of concern. He wanted to hear her voice; to feel the vibrations of her vocals against his chest.
"I'm okay. I'm relaxed and enjoying the night. It feels good out here. And you feel good as well."
"Thank you. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Can I take your wrap off and place it on the lounge chair behind us? I'd like to really have you in my arms. Is that okay with you or am I out of line?"
"I wanted to remove it. It's bunching up behind my back." Melanie removed her wrap Kevin took it from her to place it on the lounge. "That feels better. It's not that cold out anyway.".
There was a nice breeze to the night air. The air seemed just right for the pair. The riverboat was not too crowded with gamblers and party goers. Kevin and Melanie were able to find a secluded spot on the boat where they could talk some more and enjoy each other's company without any interruptions. Waiters walked around with trays of delectable edibles and various types of drinks. Kevin was able to flag one of them down to get the both of them a drink
"A glass of wine?" He asked of his date.
"Yes, red wine would be nice," She replied.
Kevin took the glasses of wine from the waiter's tray, he handed her drink to her looking her directly in her beautiful hazel eyes. He smiled and turned to the railing to lean over it a little. "Look how the moon is shining over the water, that's romantic. You can actually see the stars, it's like they're right here in front of you and you can touch'em. I sound like a wuss don't I? I like romance, there's nothing wrong with a man being romantic and showing his romantic side."
She took mental note of all he just said and his behavior so far through the evening made her smile even more. "No, you don't sound like a wuss. Actually, it's kind of refreshing to see a man acknowledge romance, not may do."
"I would like to be in love one day and have that feeling given back. One day it will happen. I'm not forcing it," Kevin said getting into his sensitive side.
"Are you cold?" He asked taking notice that she was putting her wrap around her shoulders and moved closer to her. He wanted to make that move earlier but he didn't want her to think that's why he asked her out.
"Just a little bit."
"Here, come here in my arms." He wrapped his large left arm around her while stepping behind her to cover his body with hers. He can now really smell the scent of her perfume and feel her entire body next to his. "Is that better?" Kevin asked with his mouth to her ear. His warm breath was on her neck, his arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and his body was pressed up against her back side.
"That feels a lot better, and I mean, feels a lot better. Your cologne, what is it?"
"It's Armani, is it bothering you?"
"No, I like it."
He relieved her glass from her hands, placed it on the railing next to his, he began to caress her fingers. Feeling her hands and the length of her fingers, Kevin noticed the length of her nails which are nicely manicured and not too long or too short. He intertwined his fingers with hers, balled both into a fist and wrapped both of their arms around her. He could feel her melting in his arms. Her head rested on the left side of his chest exposing the right side of her neck. He rubbed his nose up and down the length of her neck taking in the sweet smells of her scent. Her body relaxed more into his. He unloosened his right hand from her right hand and began to run his hand down the length of her neck. He stopped at her shoulder, which was exposed, and lightly massaged it. He was still holding on to her with his left hand, making sure she could still feel his body with hers.
The cool air had caused their bodies to become warm within each other's.
"Are you okay? Is my arm hurting you?" Kevin asked out of concern. He wanted to hear her voice; to feel the vibrations of her vocals against his chest.
"I'm okay. I'm relaxed and enjoying the night. It feels good out here. And you feel good as well."
"Thank you. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Can I take your wrap off and place it on the lounge chair behind us? I'd like to really have you in my arms. Is that okay with you or am I out of line?"
"I wanted to remove it. It's bunching up behind my back." Melanie removed her wrap Kevin took it from her to place it on the lounge. "That feels better. It's not that cold out anyway.".
Book Description:
What do you do when you have not one, but three handsome men vying for your affection and attention? The answer is not so simple for Tonju. She has to make a decision between two men from her past and one man that has currently wanted into her life and wants to be her future. The question is, "Which man will she choose?"
What do you do when you have not one, but three handsome men vying for your affection and attention? The answer is not so simple for Tonju. She has to make a decision between two men from her past and one man that has currently wanted into her life and wants to be her future. The question is, "Which man will she choose?"
Trying
to find love was not easy, especially when you're a successful,
attractive lady in your thirties looking for a relationship of
sustenance, after being divorced for five years. Tonju was torn
between three men vying for her attention.
One
was an unhappily married man from her past who was willing to let go
of everything in order to be with her. The second man was her
ex-husband; he never stopping loving her and has realized his
mistakes and will do what has and needs to be done to get her back.
The third man was someone she met on a girl's a night out. So far he
has good qualities, but there's still an air of mystery about him.
Could
either of these men be the love Tonju's looking for? She has
reservations; some good and some not-so-good about the three men, she
had completely broken all ties with one, was leaning closely towards
another one, and was looking sideways at the other one. Could Tonju
truly be experiencing love?
Excerpt:
Tonju went to the ladies room with Nichole. The two discussed the events of the evening. Tonju assured Nichole that she still had a job with her as her legal assistant. Nichole was elated and began to cry. She was wondering who she would be working for when the new switch took place.
Nichole helped Tonju apply fresh make-up, to get her back to flawlessness. "Ms. Tonju, you need to take care of something in the bar area once we're done."
"Is it something pressing, or can it wait Nichole? I have to get back to the guests."
"It can't wait and I'll make sure all of the guests are taken care of. Most of them are already taken care of anyway. But you do need to handle the matter in the bar area."
"I'm almost done and then I'll go over there to see what's going on." Tonju entered the bar area and was greeted by Reggie who stood in the middle of the room. All the lights to the room are off. The room was illuminated by candles only. The tables were adorned with white roses. Kenny G was playing in the background. Reggie reached out his hand to Tonju, she came closer to him, she took his hand and they began to dance to the sweet sounds of the saxophonist. The two swayed back and forth, with their bodies intertwined as one, their hands began to explore the depths of each other's bodies. The music felt good to both of them with their bodies pressed together. Reggie slid his left hand up Tonju's dress, around her panty area. He could feel the heat coming from her panties without putting a hand in her panties. "You have heat coming from you. Do I dare ask if you're wet?" he whispered in her ear.
"There is dampness there and getting wetter."
"May I feel it? May I taste it? Please?"
"If you don't, I'm gonna be mad, after all this is my night."
"Give the lady what she wants. I aim to please."
With her in his arms he walked her backwards to a nearby table with a black tablecloth draping it, Reggie lifted Tonju onto the table at the same time he lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. This was done in one swift motion. Yeah, he was that good. Not wanting to waste any time, he buried his head between her thighs, kissing and licking each thigh as if he was kissing them for the first time. He kissed her toward her hot box, feeling the heat on his face. His tongue reached her clit and began to dance in one spot. "You taste like vanilla and smell like chocolate. I'm gonna be here a while."
"That's the body wash. We have all night, I'm not going anywhere. Take your time." Tonju lied back on the table in a dreamy haze.
Reggie licked and sucked like he was at home and hadn't eaten in days, sending Tonju into electric shocks, her body twitched on the table.
Tonju went to the ladies room with Nichole. The two discussed the events of the evening. Tonju assured Nichole that she still had a job with her as her legal assistant. Nichole was elated and began to cry. She was wondering who she would be working for when the new switch took place.
Nichole helped Tonju apply fresh make-up, to get her back to flawlessness. "Ms. Tonju, you need to take care of something in the bar area once we're done."
"Is it something pressing, or can it wait Nichole? I have to get back to the guests."
"It can't wait and I'll make sure all of the guests are taken care of. Most of them are already taken care of anyway. But you do need to handle the matter in the bar area."
"I'm almost done and then I'll go over there to see what's going on." Tonju entered the bar area and was greeted by Reggie who stood in the middle of the room. All the lights to the room are off. The room was illuminated by candles only. The tables were adorned with white roses. Kenny G was playing in the background. Reggie reached out his hand to Tonju, she came closer to him, she took his hand and they began to dance to the sweet sounds of the saxophonist. The two swayed back and forth, with their bodies intertwined as one, their hands began to explore the depths of each other's bodies. The music felt good to both of them with their bodies pressed together. Reggie slid his left hand up Tonju's dress, around her panty area. He could feel the heat coming from her panties without putting a hand in her panties. "You have heat coming from you. Do I dare ask if you're wet?" he whispered in her ear.
"There is dampness there and getting wetter."
"May I feel it? May I taste it? Please?"
"If you don't, I'm gonna be mad, after all this is my night."
"Give the lady what she wants. I aim to please."
With her in his arms he walked her backwards to a nearby table with a black tablecloth draping it, Reggie lifted Tonju onto the table at the same time he lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. This was done in one swift motion. Yeah, he was that good. Not wanting to waste any time, he buried his head between her thighs, kissing and licking each thigh as if he was kissing them for the first time. He kissed her toward her hot box, feeling the heat on his face. His tongue reached her clit and began to dance in one spot. "You taste like vanilla and smell like chocolate. I'm gonna be here a while."
"That's the body wash. We have all night, I'm not going anywhere. Take your time." Tonju lied back on the table in a dreamy haze.
Reggie licked and sucked like he was at home and hadn't eaten in days, sending Tonju into electric shocks, her body twitched on the table.
Pre-Release Day Blitz: Captivating Bridge By Michelle Mankin @MichelleMankin @GHBTours
Captivating Bridge
Tempest Series # 3
By- Michelle Mankin
Genre- New Adult
Expected Publication Date- May 22nd, 2014
Warren “War” Jinkins is that guy.
The bad one.
Tempest’s ex front man, an arrogant rock god.
The only thing larger than his ego is his capacity for self-destruction.
His bad attitude has cost him. His woman. His best friend. His band. Everything.
Shaina Bentley is that girl.
The good one.
Hollywood’s pink candy-coated sweetheart.
The star of Pinky Swear, television’s top rated teen show.
She’s been practically perfect since that horrible day. But she’s starting to crack under the strain of being everything to everyone.
He’s a one man island. She’s a fragile captive soul.
Is love a current too dangerous to cross or will it be the bridge that brings them together?
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
3 Day Book Bash: Seven Mintues By Jay Stritch @VBTCafe
Jay
Stritch is a student of English Literature at Cambridge University
and a lover of all modes of storytelling. She has recently published
'Seven Minutes' told in the format of memory collections which
trace the interweaving, highly eventful lives of a very interesting
family. In her free time she enjoys skiing and adrenaline based
sports.
Author Links -
Book Genre: Fiction
Publisher: -
Release Date: March 2014
Book Description:It is said that when you die your brain stays active for seven minutes, in which time you relive your most prominent memories.
'The Collector' of these memories has the most interesting story of all to tell. By following the intertwining lives of a group of characters we are taken on a journey through some amazing experiences: loss, love, guilt, failure, success and what defines us as human beings. The very essence of these people emerges from their memories.
But why is Will the one this collection of memories has been given to? What is he supposed to do with them? He already has enough on his plate, now that he's unemployed with a farm and family to run while his wife is away working. However, he can't seem to stop obsessing about this mysterious book or put it down and it begins to affect his life in more ways than one…
Excerpt:
Seven minutes really isn't that long. It's often overlooked by
people as an awkward amount of time in which nothing can be achieved.
Indeed many groups of seven minutes are spent in people's lives
simply waiting. I, however, am a collector and it is my job to make
every minute count. Everything can be revealed about a human life in
seven minutes. Today has been a particularly interesting collection,
as amongst them is the last Mangos.
I often look at my job like a card game
- perhaps similar to 'Happy Families' - and I relish
collecting full sets. Today the set has been completed by the life
and death of Sabina Mangos.
I sometimes revisit the rest of these
preserved lives and watch them intertwine with each other seamlessly
again. I turn to the best bits, like one would dog ear a favorite
book. Still the people I never knew in life haunt me in their deaths.
She is bent by the side of the river,
the evening sun illuminating her cheek bones and her hair is
plastered to her face. The memory at first is always startlingly
beautiful until the scream begins. It is primal, guttural and echoes
off the rocks surrounding her. Then the boy lying limp at her feet
comes into focus. But this is my own memory. To understand it better,
it's only right that we delve into hers.
ANGELICA: 4.6 minutes
He died with his train ticket in his
pocket and his hands clasped tightly around his necklace. I know
because I was there. I start compressions frantically, unable to
remember how many to do. One, two, three, four, trying to force the
life back into him. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, my own
breaths rasping, willing him to join me. Eleven, twelve, thirteen,
fourteen, I stop pressing methodically, the panic taking over and I
begin to hit him wildly. Suddenly I am furious, illogically furious
at him, and I begin to spit and swear as I return to compressions.
What else can I do?
"Don't die! Wake up! Bastard! Talk
to me! Open your eyes now!" I stop suddenly staring rigidly at his
face. "No," is all I can think. This. Can't. Happen. Mouth to
mouth, my mind screams, I haven't tried that yet and I know why.
What if the kiss of life doesn't work; what if it is the kiss of
death? What if I can't save him? I slam my hands either side of his
head, pinch his nose and calmly breathe into his mouth. Once. Twice.
Nothing. And that is when I rock back on to my knees and scream.
This is a great topic because any writer worth their salt has to capture characters who develop, who are changed by the world they live in, their experiences and the people around them. Because this is true to life, you can never write someone off (pun intended) as simply ‘the funny one’, or as someone who is ‘evil’ and that can be a dangerous trap to fall in to.
A human being is like a diamond- multi faceted. If you met someone later on in their lives or before a key event it might feel like you are talking to a completely different person, the light has changed and the angle (to continue the diamond metaphor) and now something very different in them may be illuminated. With this in mind I think that it is very important whenever you are writing to remember the whole person, who they were and all that has happened to them so that they are never just one thing and never just who they are at the point of the story you are writing.
The hardest thing about character development is probably to stay consistent while allowing your characters to grow and change. I know, I know this is something of an oxymoron but it is essential that a character retain their identity even if their beliefs or attitudes change.
In order to do this we must ask the question-what is identity. There are many answers but I think the most useful ones are our natural inclinations. The qualities (good or bad) that we are born with, for example drive, compassion, imagination-the essentials of that person which are shaped and harnessed by their circumstances.
This is going to be oversimplified but it’s just an example: So to try and explain what I mean a little more coherently let’s take a character that is naturally and quintessentially a restless spirit with a drive to achieve. If I follow these qualities from childhood in my character, he is active, strives for more than prescribed by his system but then who he becomes depends on where I place him in the real world. Let’s place him, for example, as an explorer-these qualities thrive-he lives on the edge, he never stays in one place and his adventures quench his restlessness and he develops into a man who lives in the moment, who shares his wisdom and is most content by campfire light sharing ideas and inspiration about life. O.k. now let’s scrap that and go back to our boy imbued with just these essential qualities, bright as a button and just about to venture out into the real world. Now let’s trap him in a dead end office job. Here no one appreciates him, his ambitions and ideas are given a very low roof, his restlessness increase and he can’t be satisfied with what he has. He wants so much from life but feels as if he has nothing. This develops to bitterness, and slowly we can guide him along a darker path where he feels a sense of entitlement to what should have been his. We now could have the beginnings of the potential killer in our story.
But both of these choices (the way we choose to develop the character) are true to who he is even though the two outcomes may be very different.
I hope what I was trying to get at made sense and resonated with you as a reader/writer/human!
Book Blitz: Heart Shaped Rock By Laura Roppe @lauraroppe @NereydaG1003 #YABOUNDBOOKTOURS #giveaway
Heart Shaped Rock
by Laura Roppe
Release Date: May 2014
Summary from Goodreads:
"If you liked the music
collaboration of Maybe Someday, you've got to check out Heart Shaped Rock." -
New York Times best-selling author of Maybe Someday, Colleen Hoover
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there's Dean…you'll just have to read the book, 'cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences." -Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
"Laura Roppé has written a moving and emotional novel of first love, accurately capturing the voice and mind of a dramatic and emotional sixteen year old girl caught in a maelstrom of grief and loss, love and heartbreak. And then there's Dean…you'll just have to read the book, 'cause I can't do him justice in a few short sentences." -Jasinda Wilder, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of Falling into You
Sometimes a shattered heart needs to sing to love again . . . Sixteen year old singer-songwriter Shaynee Sullivan hasn't so much as touched her guitar since her mom died six months ago. In fact, Shaynee hasn't felt like doing much of anything lately, except maybe playing Whack-a-Mole on her "emotionally intelligent" brother's head. But when she meets a gorgeous and surprising rocker named Dean, her shattered heart begins to mend . . . and then burst at the seams. Heart-wrenching, heart-warming, and sometimes even heart-racing, Heart Shaped Rock will leave you laughing through tears and rooting for love in all its forms.
Hear the original music performed in Heart Shaped Rock at www.LauraRoppe.com. All music available on iTunes.
Excerpt:
A log in the bonfire falls, and the entire fire crackles and pops and sizzles. A wave of thick smoke envelops me for just a moment with the shifting of the breeze. I begin to cough and wave the air with my hands to clear a clean patch to breathe.
"Looks like you've picked a dangerous spot," a voice says. I turn, expecting Jared. But it's not Jared. It's some guy I don't know.
Wow, yet another Casanova. Do I have "please talk to me" stamped on my forehead? What's going on tonight?
I don't reply to his pick-up line. I mean it's pretty lame.
"Is this seat taken?" he asks, motioning to the sand next to me.
I shrug.
His voice seems really familiar to me. But I can't place it.
He looks to the fire for a moment, and the flames dance across his face. Wow, he has the most alluring collection of features I've ever seen. Well, in person, anyway. I've seen movie stars and rock stars rival this guy, but I've never seen such perfection up close. He truly is a work of art. His hair is dark. His cheekbones are high. His nose is sculpted. His lips are . . . wow.
"I'm Dean," he says, extending his hand.
I put my hand in his and immediately feel a current of electricity jolt through my body. I jerk my hand away.
"I'm Shaynee," I say, sounding more confident than I feel. "I recently learned I'm supposed to say my name when someone says theirs. So, there, I did it. I said my name. It's Shaynee." Oh God, I'm rambling.
He laughs a masculine, guttural laugh.
I freeze. I know that laugh. Oh my God. I look down at his clothes. Jeans. Combat boots. He's not wearing the leather jacket, but . . .
Another plume of smoke from the bonfire hits and envelops us. Again, I cough ferociously. But he isn't coughing at all.
When the smoke clears, he lets out his breath. "You're a bonfire rookie, Shaynee." When he says my name, my stomach flips over and that electricity from our handshake bounces throughout my body.
He turns to look at me, flashing a wicked grin, and I finally see those startling blue eyes in the flickering light confirming what I already know. Motorcycle Boy.
"When you see smoke coming," he says, "you gotta hold your breath 'til it passes."
"Or, hey," I say, "here's an idea-we could just move back a bit."
"What, and sacrifice warmth?" He grins.
"It is a bit of a Sophie's Choice, isn't it?"
Dean laughs like he actually understands my movie reference.
Gah, is it super-duper hot out here tonight? Am I sitting way too close to the fire? Is my hair burning? "Actually, holding my breath is my superpower," I blurt. "I can hold my breath all day long." God, I sound like such a dork.
"Well, that's a handy superpower. You could totally team up with Aquaman and fight underwater crime and stuff." He shoots me a crooked smile. "And make some really beautiful tadpoles."
I can't take it anymore. I have to call a spade a spade. "You're the guy on the motorcycle." It's a statement, not a question. "Motorcycle Boy."
"Yes, I am. And you're the girl with the walkie-talkie. Walkie-Talkie Girl." He laughs.
"Looks like you've picked a dangerous spot," a voice says. I turn, expecting Jared. But it's not Jared. It's some guy I don't know.
Wow, yet another Casanova. Do I have "please talk to me" stamped on my forehead? What's going on tonight?
I don't reply to his pick-up line. I mean it's pretty lame.
"Is this seat taken?" he asks, motioning to the sand next to me.
I shrug.
His voice seems really familiar to me. But I can't place it.
He looks to the fire for a moment, and the flames dance across his face. Wow, he has the most alluring collection of features I've ever seen. Well, in person, anyway. I've seen movie stars and rock stars rival this guy, but I've never seen such perfection up close. He truly is a work of art. His hair is dark. His cheekbones are high. His nose is sculpted. His lips are . . . wow.
"I'm Dean," he says, extending his hand.
I put my hand in his and immediately feel a current of electricity jolt through my body. I jerk my hand away.
"I'm Shaynee," I say, sounding more confident than I feel. "I recently learned I'm supposed to say my name when someone says theirs. So, there, I did it. I said my name. It's Shaynee." Oh God, I'm rambling.
He laughs a masculine, guttural laugh.
I freeze. I know that laugh. Oh my God. I look down at his clothes. Jeans. Combat boots. He's not wearing the leather jacket, but . . .
Another plume of smoke from the bonfire hits and envelops us. Again, I cough ferociously. But he isn't coughing at all.
When the smoke clears, he lets out his breath. "You're a bonfire rookie, Shaynee." When he says my name, my stomach flips over and that electricity from our handshake bounces throughout my body.
He turns to look at me, flashing a wicked grin, and I finally see those startling blue eyes in the flickering light confirming what I already know. Motorcycle Boy.
"When you see smoke coming," he says, "you gotta hold your breath 'til it passes."
"Or, hey," I say, "here's an idea-we could just move back a bit."
"What, and sacrifice warmth?" He grins.
"It is a bit of a Sophie's Choice, isn't it?"
Dean laughs like he actually understands my movie reference.
Gah, is it super-duper hot out here tonight? Am I sitting way too close to the fire? Is my hair burning? "Actually, holding my breath is my superpower," I blurt. "I can hold my breath all day long." God, I sound like such a dork.
"Well, that's a handy superpower. You could totally team up with Aquaman and fight underwater crime and stuff." He shoots me a crooked smile. "And make some really beautiful tadpoles."
I can't take it anymore. I have to call a spade a spade. "You're the guy on the motorcycle." It's a statement, not a question. "Motorcycle Boy."
"Yes, I am. And you're the girl with the walkie-talkie. Walkie-Talkie Girl." He laughs.
About the Author
Laura Roppé is an
award-winning singer/songwriter, author, audio book narrator, speaker, and
former attorney from San Diego, California. In 2011, Billboard Magazine ranked
her as Number Three on its chart of the Top 50 "uncharted" artists in
the world. In May 2013, Laura began hosting Amazon's weekly podcast,
"Kindle Love Stories," for people who love hearing about love
stories, romance, and happily ever afters.Her first book is the non-fiction memoir, Rocking the Pink. Her latest is a YA-teen romance novel entitled Heart Shaped Rock, featuring a soundtrack.
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