***Review*** A Slice of Sin

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Blurb

Who doesn’t love a little tasty erotica? Lick your lips and prepare yourself for a sensory feast!

The first in a series, A Slice of Sin is an anthology of savory stories guaranteed to make your mouth water and leave you needing a little privacy… or an audience.

Women drive these stories, taking the lead in sex, pushing the boundaries of their experience, and always enjoying themselves. From stories of casual sex to stories of the intimacy and enduring passion of established couples, these are stories that will whet your appetite and satisfy your cravings (and maybe leave you with some new ones…).

Act out a dirty little fantasy in Chase Morgan’s “The Stand In,” satisfy your late-night sweet tooth in Alegra Verde’s “The Bakery Boy,” or enjoy a night of romantic generosity in Autmn Tooley’s “Tonight Is For You.” Or step back to a time of long boats and Vikings in Michael Bracken’s “Saga of the Sailmaker’s Widow.”

From the romantic to the kinky, the suggestive to the explicit, this collection is sure to satisfy and keep you coming back for more and more.

This year’s contributors include:
Michael Bracken
Morrigan Cox
Paul Henry
Rachael Knight
Lynn Lake
Parker Lee
Aiden McKenna
Chase Morgan
Leah Mueller
Sophia Soror
Autmn Tooley
Alegra Verde
Cherry Wild

Review

I really needed something like this to get my reading groove back on. Which you’ll be glad to know I have! It’s just taken me longer than I expected to get on with writing this review meaning I’m halfway through a new read :).

This saucy anthology has something sliced between the pages for every reader imaginable. Some stories leave a lot to the hot under the collar readers imagination whilst others leave literally nothing, and I mean nothing for them to wonder.

As with every anthology out there, not every story provides sustenance for every reader. I reached the end of one or two works thinking, bloody hell, is that it? Whilst others truly fulfilled my appetite. I throughly enjoyed the vast majority of the work, even the tamer stories.

I devoured this gorgeous little book whole, though as I mentioned, some stories I knew wouldn’t be for me, so I skipped. I firmly believe that one readers trash would be another readers treasure in this case, making it a versatile and eclectic collection.

I award A Slice Of Sin:

Four glasses of fruity champagne and a banana (use your imagination 😉 )

That’s 4.5 stars to everyone else!

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Cover reveal day for ‘Falling into You’ by L.T. Kelly (thats me by the way).

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I woke up this morning and immediately thought, ‘Today is the day to show the world my new cover!’. Exciting stuff for me, seen as it’s been burning a hole in my hard drive for the past few weeks and I’m absolutely horrific at keeping secrets.

After I’d shared the cover a friend text me to say what a busy day ahead of them they had. I text them back ‘I’m busy being an international author. I just revealed the cover of my next book, I was wearing my PJ’s and had last nights make-up down my face. I’m now starting the housework whilst occasionally googling myself.’ 

That was a true story.

Here is the cover, I love it! It’s been in my head since the cover for ‘Falling to Pieces’ was made. Arijana from Cover it Designs! never fails to deliver what is wanted. She’s my ‘forever’ cover designer.

 

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I wrote some terrible blurb at least a hundred times. It just wouldn’t turn out right. In the end I did what any sane person would do, I contacted a friend of mine thats an editor and asked him to have a look at it. Matthew Price was my saviour when he transformed what I’d written into a beautiful back of the book blurb. Thanks so much Matthew.

Marc Romano disappeared without a trace into the darkness. His lover became overwhelmed with grief in her loss. But her grief takes on a much more murderous form than most, for Teagan Lewis is a vampire.

Now her heartache is driving her further from the woman she once was, and she realises she must snap out of her monstrous habits and discover the way back to her old self. But how?

Ending their trip around Europe, Teagan and her friend Alex head back to New York. Teagan has the full intention of carrying out a dangerous plan here; not just physically dangerous, but emotionally as well.

How will she be able to resist the irresistible? And what of the new rival, Ivan Lenin? He threatens her life and the lives of everyone she loves. The only people who can help her are her sworn enemy and an ancient stranger. Will they assist her?

How will Teagan Lewis face the demons of her past and try to find happiness? Will she stay and fight or will she run from the things she must face in order to finally be at peace? Mistakes will be made. People will die. The time has come…

 

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I had an amazing author friend of mine, Lauren Stewart, contacted me about the ‘spelling mistake’ in my blurb. I laughed so much before I cheekily told her that we were here first, and therefore it’s her that spells ‘realises’ wrong. I smiled at her reply that said the last thing she wanted to do was piss off a Brit.

I recently read the first part of Lauren’s series. ‘Hyde’ is the best book I’ve read in a long time, of course I contacted her and told her how much I loved it. If someone told me that the author of those books would be sharing my new book cover I would have laughed. She is amazing and I’m a total fangirl!

I’m also very lucky to call Rik Bertrand my dear friend. He waited until the release of my cover to share his poem ‘Falling into You’ with the world. Rik has been dubbed as the most prolific American poet of our time. I love his work so much, he touches my very soul with his words and I’m truly humbled that he has wrote a poem for each of my books. Thank you so much. I’ll never be able to convey how grateful I am.

Falling into You
By Rik Bertrand

I was falling to pieces,
Falling deep into despair,
Then the scent of him,
And I felt that love so rare.

We were bound as one,
With emotional bliss,
Then torn apart,
And now his love I miss.

Searching the world over,
With no clues in hand,
My world turns to dust,
From the loss of my man.

My whole life I searched,
For my darling prince true,
Many frogs I did kiss,
But none of them you.

Then you stand before me,
As you did in the past,
You confess your true love
And my heart warms at last.

I am falling into you,
Giving you my soul,
Giving you my love,
Relinquishing control.

I am falling into you,
Do not let me down.
Capture my essence,
So we can be bound.

©REB (MARCH 2014) based on new book to be released by L T Kelly

‘Falling into You’ is currently with my wonderful editor, Kim ‘Goddess’ Young. I’ve told her to let me know when she starts working on it so I can get drunk. She promises that she will so that I can have a drink for her. I told her that I’ll have at least two…she’s going to need it!

Thank you so much to the bloggers, tweeters and Facebooker’s who have helped reveal this cover. You are all amazing, your support brings a tear to my eye.

Please check out the links of those who I love-

Rik Bertrand’s FB page – https://www.facebook.com/RIKSWRITINGS

Lauren Stewarts FB Page – https://www.facebook.com/LaurenStewartAuthor

Pixies Book Review Blog – https://www.facebook.com/pages/Pixies-Book-Review-Blog/188474151325629

Cover It Designs – https://www.facebook.com/CoverItDesigns

Kim’s Editing Services – https://www.facebook.com/KimsEditingServices2013

R.W. Foster – http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com

M.K. Meredith – http://www.mkmeredith.com

Babu’s Bookshelf – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk

Just One More Romance – http://justonemoreromance.blogspot.co.uk

‘Falling to Pieces’ Blog tour stops.

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I’m pleased to announce the dates and details of the ‘Falling to Pieces’ blog tour.
I’d also like to take this oppurtunity to thank each and every blogger for featuring me on their blog.
The tour will be running from the 16th – 31st of August 2013.
16th – Beginnings in Writing – Author interview – http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/
17th – Jake Bonsignore – Guest post – http://jakebonsignore.wordpress.com/
18th – Fiction’s Our Addiction – Review – http://fictionsouraddiction.wordpress.com/
19th – Rose & Beps Blog – Guest post –  http://rosebeps.blogspot.co.uk/
20th – Adventures in Reading – Excerpt – http://adventuresinreading16.blogspot.co.uk/
21st – M’s Sinful Reviews – Review – http://mssinfulreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
22nd – Just One More Romance Novel – Excerpt – http://justonemoreromance.blogspot.com/
23rd – She Reads New Adult – Review – http://www.shereadsnewadult.com
24th – Little Read Riding Hood – Review – http://littlereadridinghood.com/
25th – Tabby’s Tantilizing Reviews – Excerpt – http://tabbystantalizingreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
26th – Mousiey Books – Review – http://mousiey.blogspot.co.uk/?zx=6eadd5933db25ba8
27th – Beginnings in Writing – Excerpt –  http://beginingsinwriting.wordpress.com/
28th – Babu’s Bookshelf – Author Interview – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk/
29th – The AKA Book Harlots Review – Review – https://www.facebook.com/AkaTheBookHarlotsReview
31st – My Book Opolis – Review – http://mybookopolis.com
           Babu’s Bookshelf – Review – http://babusbookshelf.blogspot.co.uk/
It would be great if you followed these blogs, then you won’t miss a thing. I am writing different posts and choosing different excerpts for each blog, so no two will be the same. 🙂

Falling to Pieces – Chapter One

In celebration of reaching over 1000 likes on my Facebook page, and ‘Falling to Pieces going live on Amazon, both in paperback and Kindle editions, I’m posting Chapter One. Hope you all like it.

Chapter One 

I fought against sleep, desperately trying to force my eyelids open. The crate I was inside jolted on a hard surface. I caught the words of apologies from the handlers before falling back into unconsciousness for a moment.

The crate was back on the move, disturbing me once again. I wanted to slam my fists on the wood at tell them I’d walk myself, but I kept falling back to sleep before I got the chance.

My bare feet pressed hard against the silk lining as the box tilted at an angle. On the outside it appeared to be an ordinary wooden cargo container, not unlike one you’d see if you shipped a large amount of wine over from foreign shores. The inside was a different story altogether, having been padded and lined with the finest Chinese silk.

The journey had been nothing but a pain in the ass, or arse, as I should say now that we’re in England. I hated with a passion being cooped up.

I recognised the clunk of metal connecting with the wood, gently easing the nails out to reveal my resting place. The highly paid handlers quickly moved to take me out of the box. They gingerly lifted me out before placing me on the bed. My eyes flickered open for a moment with the sensation of being lifted. I wanted to struggle against them and climb into the bed by myself, but the energy needed wasn’t available with the sun still in the sky. I settled into a deep undisturbed sleep as the men left my bedroom.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long for the sun to set. I woke with a start, unsettled by my unfamiliar surroundings.

Flopping back down on the Egyptian cotton sheet, I wrinkled my nose at the memory of voluntarily climbing into the large wooden crate. Everything I needed I’d had with me, but there’s nothing pleasant about being nailed into a crate for any amount of time, regardless of the decor.

I squeezed my eyes shut, grimacing at the recollection of my father’s harsh tone. He’s not exactly my father in the traditional sense, but it’s an appropriate name for him because he made me into what I am today.

“Now, Teagan, you must remember not to fidget,” he chastised me with a stony expression etched on his face.

I’d considered telling him to go fuck himself. I didn’t want to leave America, but the electric pull of his possession forced me to follow wherever he chose to go. That was simply the way things were. The desire to be with my maker was too strong to ignore.

Like a good little fledgling, I’d smiled sweetly at him instead.

“Yes, father. You have told me many times of the importance of not moving around. I do remember the first time. Did I let you down then?”

The first time we’d travelled thousands of miles, the Wright brothers hadn’t even been born, let alone invented the airplane.

I remembered Thomas, my maker and saviour giving me the same instructions in 1853 when we’d boarded the ship named Washington, bound for New York.

Back then, I’d hung on to his every word like a little puppy.

Thomas had stroked my cheek with his cold fingers. His dark blue eyes were bright and glossy, gazing into mine with heart-warming sincerity.

“Listen to me my dear child,” his voice sounded so soft, almost a whisper. I raised my face closer to his.

“You must remember to keep as still as possible. If we are discovered in the crates we’ll be considered stowaways. There will be no way for us to hide from the sun.”

I’d nodded my understanding, completely at his command. I was so new at being a vampire that I shined and sparkled like a new pin to adorn him with a trophy child and a pet project.

Sweetly, he’d waited outside of my crate whilst I’d lowered myself down with my face turned up to his and my eyes wide with fear. Thomas had lowered his smiling lips to my pale cheek after I’d lain down.

“You will be safe now, my love,” he’d said.

I understood why we had to go. It was impossible to stay in Ireland now. My family thought me dead and it was best for everyone that they continued to believe that.

He straightened himself back up and turned to his servants, his expression changing to a business like quality, all gentleness vanishing.

“Seal her crate,” he barked at the highly paid men that were escorting us. The lid was nailed shut.

I slept for the majority of the first few days before one of Thomas’ servants released us. We were well into the trip by then and I’d run out of the supplies that had been placed in the crate with me. It took all the will I had to stop myself from draining the servant dry.

For six weeks, the servants would let us out of the crates to feed on the unsuspecting crew and passengers.

When the ship docked in New York, they were around one hundred passengers lighter. Of course, not every death could be attributed to Thomas and me. Some had been taken by disease or pure misfortune. If it had been nowadays, they wouldn’t have died from our feeding at all. The lack of food and nutrition onboard had made the humans weak, too weak to sustain blood loss.

I slipped off my bed, bringing myself back to reality, and walked into the bathroom, flipping the light on more out of habit than necessity. My vision was perfect in the darkness, after taking a moment to adjust anyway.

I inspected myself in the mirror whilst removing the clothes I’d been wearing for days, discarding them on the floor. I’ve got ginger hair. Ok, maybe not ginger, I’m somewhere in between red and blonde. It irritates the hell outta’ me.

If my hair colour was red or blonde I suspect I’d be a bit happier. I’ve bleached and dyed it before, only to wake up the next night and find the mane is back to normal, stuck in purgatory between the two colours and ramrod straight. I even shaved my head once, the whole damn lot, but I woke to find the tresses had re-grown back down to my waist.

At least my transition couldn’t affect the pallor of my skin. I’ve always been pale with freckles scattered about most of my body. A consequence of being Irish I figured.

As a human, my oval shaped eyes were a dark blue, but since the change they’ve become cyan speckled with flecks of violet, as if my body couldn’t decide what it wanted.

“For goodness sake, Teagan!” Thomas bellowed from the doorway of my bathroom.

I continued my gaze into the mirror.

“What alarms you about clothes?” Thomas asked.

I viewed him out the corner of my eye—he’d turned to face away from my exposed body.

“Well, Thomas, this is my bathroom and my bedroom. Are you afraid of knocking?”

I selected the mascara from the contents of the bag next to the sink. I unscrewed the lid and began applying the gloopy black substance to my eyelashes whilst trying to act as if he’d gone.

“Well, I didn’t want you to become—over hungry.”

I stomped past him, making no attempt to cover up my nakedness, back into my large bedroom.

“Fear not, father. I’m going out now.”

“By yourself?” His voice was high-pitched with incredulity. “You won’t have any idea of where to go. We’re not in Montana now, Teagan. You don’t know London.”

I rolled my eyes in another direction, unwilling to look at him. I pretended to inspect the crimson pattern on the feature wall as I pulled on some jeans, not bothering with underwear, I was too hungry to mess around. I’d selected the décor for my room while we were still in Montana, and I was happy to see the decorators had pulled off my vision to perfection.

“I’m well aware of where we are, thank you very much, father. You know I prefer to feed by myself, without any of your corrections.” I snatched up the green silk shirt, the material slithered over my skin sending the nerve endings to alert. I was a little excited at the thought of tasting new blood, English blood.

“I’m sorry, Teagan. Of course, I forgot, you can’t take constructive criticism. I only endeavour to help you improve yourself,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm and his eyes narrowed with severity.

Thomas’ Italian leather shoes spun on the thick red pile carpet as his slim figure, a blur, flashed out the walnut door after swinging the heavy wood back hard on the hinges.

I raised an eyebrow as “dick-head,” escaped my mouth without consideration.

I slumped down on the California king bed. Actually, I had been behaving like a sulky teenager. Thomas had given me everything anyone could ever wish for. He’d saved me from a sad existence. There were some things in my human life that I felt I’d missed out on because I had to leave. It caused me pain to even think about those things, and I never talked about them. But I knew that everything he did and continues to do, he does for me.

The move to London had annoyed me. I had no idea why we’d come here, and I’d never been offered an explanation of any kind.

Our lives in Montana were remote and lonely. It wasn’t as if I had left anything that I loved behind. I should have been grateful for the streams of people and the bright lights of the city.

Huffing at my own behaviour, I slipped my feet into green ballet style shoes. I filled my nostrils with air as I stepped out into the hallway, trying to sniff Thomas out. The house was huge, so it took me a while to trace him to the drawing room.

I hovered by the door while he pretended not to realise I was there. His eyes remained firmly on the book he was clutching with white knuckles. He sat in a salmon coloured winged back chair next to the intricate stone fireplace with pinched lips and a stiff posture.

“Father,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

“What?” he snapped, not bothering to grant me a glance.

“I’m so sorry for my behaviour. You’re right. I’m acting like an adolescent. Can you forgive me? We could start afresh.”

“You know I will,” he said, his eyes meeting mine finally as he softened his expression. “Can you forgive me for bringing you to London?”

“It’s not so bad.” I smiled while waving my hand around the plush room. “Any chance we discuss our new beginning later? I’m so hungry.”

He shook himself, as if he had forgotten that I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Of course, my love. I suggest you go to Hyde Park. It’s a few minutes walk, if you head south you can’t miss it. I shouldn’t think you’d encounter any problems.”

I nodded letting my smile reach my eyes.

I threw the front door open after descending the stairs. The air, still quite warm and doused with pollution, served as another reminder I no longer lived in a countryside location.

Skipping down the front steps I took in the scene on the street. The houses around me glowed thanks to the streetlights lining the pavement. All of the houses resembled the one I lived in, painted a clean, creamy ivory colour. The doors and railings wrapping around them were painted black in stark contrast. They were rowed neatly with bevelled triangular carvings in them, tall, proud and narrow structures.

I couldn’t believe the cleanliness of the streets. I’d always imagined London would be dirty for some reason.

As directed by Thomas, I reached the edge of the park within a few minutes and took a path lined with globular street lamps casting a white pearly light.

Spotting a bank of trees, I walked over to them pressing the length of my body against the bark and laying my cheek against the roughness. I closed my eyes and breathed in the earthy goodness. I’d already been missing the countryside, just in that short walk.

The traffic noises from a nearby road drowned out my thoughts, so I concentrated on blocking them all out. My brain finally cut out the background noise. The lapping water of the river running parallel to the park and the wind rattling the soft leaves and grass soothed me. It made me feel at one with the nature surrounding me despite being in the middle of the city.

My eyes snapped open as I became aware of the vibration of footsteps, too clunky and unrefined to be an animal.

As the human came closer, I could hear their ragged breath and a heartbeat pumping the delicious blood through their veins.

My eyes found him—a stout man, short, fat and bald. His suit was grey and crumpled. His whitecollar hung open, the tie swung with his movements having been loosened off, leaving his fleshy neck exposed.

He started to pass where I stood, and in a blurry flash I snatched his large body and extended my fangs. I forced him against the tree as my newly revealed teeth stabbed into his neck. My mouth filled with sweet, rich, sticky liquid, tinged with the taste of alcohol.

He groaned for a second before the venom provided anaesthetic relief.

I wrapped my arms around his huge waist and shifted his body gently down to the grass so I was kneeling beside him. I pulled my teeth out of his neck whilst placing my hand over his mouth.

The man’s eyes flew wide open for a split second before the make-up of the venom had a chance to convert in his blood stream. When he flinched, that told me the process had completed. The poison from my fangs had wiped his memory of my attack forever. I moved my hand from his mouth to his cheek so fast any human would fail to notice.

“Are you ok, Mister?” I asked him frowning.

“Whoa—what happened?”

“A cyclist knocked you flying and you fell unconscious for a moment or two.”

“A cyclist knocked me over?” he echoed in an uncertain tone, swallowing hard. “I feel a bit dizzy.”

“Well, you’ve had a shock. Here, let me help you up.” I rose with grace from my place beside him and extended my hand. I didn’t want to draw this out for longer than I had to. I was eager to explore the city.

He grasped my hand with no consideration for our weight difference, probably a good thing because I didn’t want him to take notice of my considerable strength.

I began brushing him down trying to stifle a giggle, my actions reminding me of a mother inspecting her child before sending him off to school.

“I’d go home if I were you, see how you are in the morning,” I advised. He nodded, blinking rapidly and glancing around.

“Um, thanks,” he said before sluggishly ambling away.

I walked a few metres to sit down on a wooden bench. I wanted to bask in the warmth of being full and satisfied. My head dropped back and rested on the backrest. My eyes were half open as a smile curled the edges of my lips.

Without warning my whole body jerked, every muscle became tense. I realised instinct had positioned me on the pathway in a crouch, ready to pounce.

I swished back into the tree line where I’d come from, my blue and purple irises alert, ready for what created the magnificent aroma that I was breathing in deeply.

What is that?’ I’d never smelled anything like it before. It was indescribable because it was so many things. Open lilies, baking bread, freshly cut grass, all intertwined to create something wonderful.

I focussed my attention back on the path, honing my vision on the delectable source of the scent.

The aroma came from a man walking purposefully through the park.

How could a human smell so divine? He certainty appeared to be just a human, but then I supposed I did, too. His shoes tapped across the walkway. Though, to me, each gentle footstep seemed to magnify into great big booms. My attention belonged solely to him.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows knitting together creasing his perfect olive skin.

My nails dug into the bark, exposing the flesh of the tree.

He snorted in the scented air just as I had been, like a cocaine addict simply unable to stop filling his nose. He glanced around before he continued his liquid movements down the path past the tree that I clung to for support.

If you liked it, here are the links:

UK Customers:

Kindle edition: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Falling-to-Pieces-ebook/dp/B00E6SH4VK/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1375213080&sr=1-2&keywords=falling+to+pieces

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Interview with Devon Youngblood. Author of ‘Coming Back to You.’

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Title: Coming Back To You

Author: Devon Youngblood

 

Amazon links:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Coming-Back-You-Book-ebook/dp/B00E4Q99HG/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1375086419&sr=1-1&keywords=coming+back+to+you+devon+youngblood

http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Back-You-Book-ebook/dp/B00E4Q99HG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1375086544&sr=8-1&keywords=coming+back+to+you

 

Genre:  New Adult

Tour: Irresistible Reads Book Tours

Book Description:

Maura is a twenty three year old who is still coping with her parents’ sudden death two years ago. She recently graduated from college and now has her own catering business. A best friend-roommate who has been there through it all and helps make life manageable.

Until first love Pierson Hammer comes walking back into her life.
Pierson has demons of his own, after serving in the military for five years. Tormented from his past and present. He comes home hoping to make amends with Maura.
Can Maura forgive Pierson for leaving her all those years ago? Can she trust him with her future? Will she open herself up completely?

Goodreads:http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17874072-coming-back-to-you?ac=1

 

Interview

1. Tell me a little about yourself.

I have been happily married to my husband for twelve years. And I have a wonderful step son who is very tech savvy and a great helper with all that techy stuff. I developed a love for reading at a young age and it has stuck with me through adulthood. I also love reading just about anything in my genre. I will try anything once!

2. What situation or event inspired you to write ‘Coming Back to You’? 

Well it originally started when Maura popped into my head and she was talking ALOT. But I could not figure out the male lead for the LONGEST time. I was reading about the war and the effect it has on our soldiers, and Pierson came to life that very instant. And the story formed from there.

3. Describe your book in three to five words.

Forgiveness, redemption, reconnecting, first love.

4. So, this is your first novel? How long have you been writing and what finally pushed you to write the novel?

Yes it is my first novel. I’ve always been a thinker and wrapped in my own little world. And Maura would not shut the hell up. So I HAD to write. She’s been in my head a long time.

5. Do you have a plan for future publications or is ‘Coming back to you’ set to be a stand alone novel?

It is a stand alone novel. But there is an event that happens in that one that sets off Book Two, two NEW characters and how that event affected them. But you wouldn’t have to read Coming Back to You to read Book Two. But you would understand the situation better.

6. What were the best and worst experiences you’ve had whilst writing/preparing ‘Coming Back to You’ for publication?

The best experience is writing the story itself. The worst experience I would say is finding the time to write since I already work two jobs and I’ve lost plenty of sleep over it!

7. What’s ‘the dream’ when it comes to your writing career, your ultimate goal?

My Ultimate goal is to be able to make a living writing.

About the Author:

I Love love love to read. I’ve even had a story stuck in my heart for well over a year. I put pen to paper but ended up giving up on it. That was over a year ago.

Well that same story is still stuck in my head, so now I am determined to get it ALL down and put out there.
I am happily married and have an awesome stepson. We call ourselves the Three D’s.

It is my little family and I would do anything for them.

Right now I am working two jobs, trying to eat healthy & workout and I’m writing. Getting my reading done during any spare moments I have.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-Youngblood Author/363603683759679?ref=tn_tnmn

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Tour Schedule

Schedule: http://bit.ly/12jqNVI