I was awarded the Very Aspiring Blogger Award by author, Uvi Poznansky.
Author, Uvi Poznansky, asked me to be the next person to carry on with the blog tour. You may find Uvi at her blog site
Here are my four questions and answers.
1. What am I working on?
At the moment I editing book 4 in Warren Family Series, Love’s Great Plan. I plan to have my part completed by the 1st of August so I can send it to my editor, Clive Johnson. The grand scheme is to have it up for sale by the 1st of September.
2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I like dancing on the edge of danger when it comes to my storylines. I never follow the so-called romance formula. My main character, Coty Warren, is a police detective who gets shot in the line of duty. The story is as much about him coming to terms with killing a fifteen year old boy as it is a love story.
3. Why do I write what I do?
I write in several genres so I get to break all the rules. I believe that a good story is a good story, so I refuse to only write romance, horror, children’s picture books, inspirational or poetry. Writing is all about playing with words, so I play a lot.
4. How does my writing process work?
Since I work full time, I write when and where I can. I like the added pressure of trying to fit my writing into a full day. I
think it helps to keep me focused. If I had every day to write without any restrictions or time limits, I probably would slack off and not try as hard.
My choice to carry on the tour is:
My daughter and a wonderful author, Charity Parkerson http://www.charityparkerson.com/
This Shameful Scam
Inside I’m a rebel but outside I smile and nod
Because who wants to be considered weird or odd?
Inside I’m screaming for the world to hear me
But outside I close my eyes so no one will look or see
Inside I’m filled with brilliant schemes and plots
But outside my lips refuse to release my thoughts
No one will ever really know who I can be or I am
Because on my outside keeps up this shameful scam
An Excerpt from the third book in my Warren Family Series / What the Heart Knows
“I haven’t seen Emily in three years, and you expect me to call her out of the blue to ask her if she wants to come out here to stay here with me for two weeks?”
Bill’s laugh was void of humor. “No. I won’t. Are you insane? Suzette, you have come up with some wild schemes over the last twenty-five years but this one takes the cake. No, no, no, and just so we are absolutely clear, my answer is no.”
The moment Bill stopped ranting, Suzette jumped into the conversation. “Let me explain. I’ve never asked anything like this before, and I wouldn’t ask for this favor unless I had a good reason.”
Bill heard the note of desperation in Suzette’s voice and it worried him. He stuck the paint-loaded brush in the nearby container of paint thinner. That pause in the conversation gave him a moment to think over Suzette’s words. “Okay. I can’t think of anything that would make me change my mind, but please feel free to try.”
Suzette breathed into the phone for several moments before letting out a loud sigh. “Three weeks ago Emily was over-the-top with excitement about being hired as a physician for the Murfreesboro Medical Center, but last weekend she showed up at Mom and Dad’s and has been holed up in her old bedroom since. She hasn’t mentioned returning back to her own apartment.”
Bill switched the receiver to his other ear. “That is strange, but maybe she just wants to spend some time with the family before starting her new job. It must have been stressful finishing medical school and then jumping right into her internship at Vanderbilt.”
Suzette let out a small growl of frustration. “Normally I would agree with you, but Mom’s worried. You know Mom never overreacts but she called me yesterday crying. When I asked what was wrong, she said that Emily has woken up screaming and crying each night since coming to stay. Mom has to shake her awake before the screaming
stops. Emily claims the nightmares are caused from being exhausted. We would have an easier time believing that excuse, if she didn’t jump every time anyone comes anywhere near her. She stares off into space for hours at a time, refusing to eat or sleep. She's had a huge weight loss, and she never laughs or smiles any more. She won’t talk to anyone about what’s going
Suzette drew in a deep breath before speaking again. “My little sister’s scared and hurt. No one knows how to help her, but
maybe you can. You've always been the one who could get her to open up."
Bill leaned on an arm of a nearby chair. Suzette’s words tore at his heart. “Stop. I get the picture.” He sighed and bowed his head. It crushed his heart thinking about his Emily being in so much pain. “I’ll do whatever you ask.” He stood and walked over to the window of the two story farm house. But even as he stared in the direction of the corn filled fields, none of it came into
focus. Suzette’s description of Emily’s mental state was puzzling. It didn’t sound like the girl he used to know. Even as a scrawny kid she had always been so self-assured and happy. Even though he hadn’t seen her in over three years, in his mind’s eye he could still clearly see her sparkling, green eyes and sweet smile.
An overwhelming sense of frustration had him running paint-streaked fingers through the long strands of blonde hair that had escaped the confines of the rubberband. “It’s obvious that Emily needs help, but are you certain I’m the right person to offer it? The two of us are friends, but Emily....we were friends a few years back but not so much since she started medical school. She’s changed. I’ve changed. Even if I asked, I’m not sure she would come. Don’t you remember New York City and the opening night of my art exhibit? One moment we were talking but when I turned around to answer a question from a patron, Emily disappeared. Houdini would have been proud of the way she cleared out of there without a trace.” Her leaving without a word had broken his heart.
Suzette’s heavy breathing brought Bill back to what needed to be done. “You’ll have to tell me what I need to say to get her to agree to come out here.”
The relief was evident in her voice, “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Wait until I succeed. What do you want me to do?”
“You want me to lie to Emily?” Bill laughed. “You really have forgotten the most basic things about me. When have I ever been able to lie and get away with it? Ask me for anything else, but that.”
Suzette’s voice remained firm. “Please. It’s just a little one.”
Bill shook his head, even though he was well aware that it was a wasted gesture. “You’ve known me since the first grade. It’s not in me. You’ll have to come up with a better plan.”
“Please. Tell Emily you’re having terrible headaches, and they’re so bad you can’t function. How hard is it to act like your head hurts? Even I can do that, and you know I didn't inherit any of Dad's acting ability.” There was a brief hesitation before she added, “I’ve already told Emily you were complaining about having migraines. For the first time in days she seemed interested in something other than whatever was bothering her. She’s concerned about you.”
Bill cleared his throat. “So, I’m supposed to tell someone with medical training that I’m having migraines, and you really believe Emily’s going to fall for that?” He rolled his eyes at the absurd notion, but knowing full well that no matter what he said, once Suzette had a plan, there was nothing he could say to change her mind. This was a disaster waiting to happen.
“Emily isn’t her usual self so I don’t think she’ll notice you’re lying. Please, for Emily’s sake.”
Keep your eyes open for my next book of poetry, Whimsical Thoughts. It's coming soon.
Dream and Dream
Life is sometimes like a hollow, empty dish
Filled with those who do and those who wish
The glass sides are too slick to claw your way out
And no one hears you no matter how loud you shout
So if you want to ever reach to the very, tip top
Close your eyes, dream and dream and never stop
I Bow My Head
Hateful words fill the air like broken shards
Slashing and slicing through my guards
Each word punctures a hole into my heart
Slowly but surely tearing my world apart
But instead of exposing these wounds to you
I bow my head and vow to struggle through
Claimed by Sin by Charity Parkerson and Regina Puckett
Claimed by Sin
Release Date: May 2, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Wade Collins survived a childhood filled with abuse and vows he’ll never have children of his own. So his bargain with Septem, prince of the seventh realm of Hell, for the soul of his first-born is no loss at all. That is, until he meets
Morgan and their hot love affair produces an unexpected child. Now Wade must find a way to save everything he has come to love by outwitting a demon who is old as time and who will stop at nothing to collect.
Inside Scoop: This scary tale includes graphic violence and alludes to past abuse. Make sure to leave your lights on for this one. You wouldn’t want to miss a moment of this alpha male musician.
Meet the Authors:
Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and
insert it in her characters.
*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner
*2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner
*ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance
*Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath
*Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews
*Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews
Regina Puckett is an award nominated author for her short story, Balloon Wishes.
Concealed in My Heart won runner-up in the international 2014 MARSocial Author of the Year Competition.
Borrowed Wings, has received the Children's Literary Classics Seal of Approval.
Memories won first place in the 1st WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry, Tilting at Windmills and Words.
Slowly Drowning won second place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her poetry book, My Words into the Beyond.
Sir Galahad Comes to the Rescue won third place in the 3rd WSBR International Poetry Contest. This poem may be found in her book of poetry, Ramblings and Deams.
Her collection of poetry, Fireflies, won 2013 Turning Pages Poetry Book of the Year.
Her sweet romance, Songs that I Whisper, received a 5 star review from Readers' Favorite. Reviewed by Mamta Madhavan for Readers' Favorite-a 5 star review.
She writes sweet romances, horror, inspirational, picture books and poetry. There are several projects in various stages of completion and there are always characters and stories waiting for their chance to finally get out of her head and onto paper.
“How much longer will y’all be playing tonight?” She didn’t know what else to talk about but she also didn’t want to leave him right away.
“About another two hours,” he answered, and as if her question reminded him of the fact he should be on stage already, he motioned toward a swinging wooden door. “If you head through there, you’ll be right beside the stage. You know, just in case you’re interested in seeing the show up close.” He looked so hopeful she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m interested.” She left her answer hanging, hoping he got the hint she was interested in more than only his show. A look of pure wickedness crossed his face and she instantly regretted her words. There was something about him. It
made her wonder if he was more than she could handle.
“Time to go, Wade!”
He glanced over her shoulder and motioned he was on his way to whoever yelled for him. A spike of longing hit her without warning. She didn’t want their time to end. When his eyes met hers, she wondered if he felt the same way. “Maybe I’ll see you afterwards,” she said attempting to keep the hope from her voice.
The bright lights from the stage flared to life and he smiled. The change in him was almost miraculous. She felt the happiness inside of him skyrocket, and she had to stop herself from pushing him toward the center of the stage in order to feed his obvious passion. “Go,” she said urging him on when he still hesitated. “You’re keeping me waiting. I’m excited to hear you sing.”
“Now how can I resist such a statement?”
“You don’t. Now go,” she ordered and he began walking backward toward the stage while keeping her in his line of sight. She wanted to laugh at the playful look on his face. When it became obvious, he wasn’t going to go away until she did, she shook her head and pushed her way through the swinging door.
“Morgan,” he called, stopping her. Looking back over her shoulder, she raised her eyebrows in question. “I’m interested,” he said causing her to freeze in her tracks and turn completely around. Without waiting for her to respond, he jogged onto the stage. She kept her eyes locked on the way his wrangler jeans hugged his sexy ass and his white t-shirt stretched across his shoulders until he was out of sight. She was in so much trouble with this one.
Social links for Charity Parkerson:
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Networked Blogs – http://www.networkedblogs.com/blog/the-sinners-series
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4506281.Charity_Parkerson
Shelfari – http://www.shelfari.com/authors/a2942626/Charity-Parkerson/
Others – http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/OurAuthors/CharityParkerson.html
Links for Regina Puckett:
Claimed by Sin on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21945312-claimed-by-sin
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Me, Me, Me
It’s me, me, me, first today
Better get out of my way
Because I’m coming through
No matter what you do
I’m the first one in line
I’m before all you swine
Those rules don’t include me
I’m first, first, first, you see
If that causes you to crash and wreck
If it causes you to be madder than heck
Even if you think I’m infuriating and rude
That’s really just you’re problem, dude!
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