Exploring Dissolution

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Reece's fingers drummed on the tabletop while he searched her gaze.

Sherryn was startled to find that Reece didn't have a clue where to begin trying to repair the damage he had done. She understood that was what this intimate dinner was about, but wasn't going to help him. He'd made this bed of thorns, so it was up to him to find his way out of it.

To her surprise, he didn't rush to say anything else, but watched her eat the ice cream with his lips parted, and a familiar expression in place. Her neck and face grew hot when she realized how much watching her had affected him. Subconsciously, she'd been teasing him with her slow suction of the spoon, and the lazy flicking of her tongue as she cleaned her lips of the last traces of ice cream.

He shifted, and one of his hands left the table. She watched it return, and guessed what he'd been doing in those seconds it hadn't been visible.

His faint smile was an acknowledgement of her unease at his discomfort.

"You've said there's really nothing I can say to make this any easier or better for you, but I wanted to give you this."

He leaned sideways, pulled something out of his pocket, and handed it to her.

She opened the tiny gold box and removed the ring inside from its velvet cushion. A cluster of diamonds surrounded baguettes of varying lengths that winked at her. The design was exquisite, like nothing she'd seen before.

When she looked at him, Reece spoke in a husky voice. "I had it designed specially for you. Sherryn, I broke my vows to you, but with this ring … " He took it from her and slid it on the ring finger of her right hand. "I recommit myself to loving you, and will spend the rest of my life adoring only you."

"Reece, I don't ... "

"Don't say anything. Please. All I ask is that you let me do all I can to make you love me again."

She opened her mouth to say she had never stopped loving him, but changed her mind. He didn't need to know that right now.

Judith's words echoed in her head. " ... if that man is as much of a sex-machine as you say ... you might just be sending him into some other woman's bed again."

"Pay the bill and let's go."


Her mind wandered on the drive home. Was Reece confused by the signals she was sending? She hadn't said she was willing to work things out, but he had to know she had reached a turning point and was going to make love with him that night. He'd always been good at reading her.


Just One Night a la Té Russ

Friday, July 10, 2015

Today, I'm happy to welcome Té Russ to my blog. She's a prolific writer, who's not only releasing a new book, but has a birthday today! Join me in extending congratulations and wishing her a fabulous birthday!

About the book:

Just one night. That's all it was supposed to be for Anthony McAllister and Denise Monroe. But then one night turned into one weekend. And one weekend turned into one test that would change both of their lives forever.


Now all Denise wants is for things to go back to the way they used to be, but Anthony soon discovers that he wants more and he'll do whatever it takes to convince her that just one night can lead to just one beautiful lifetime...together...

EXCERPT

“This is not what I expected when you offered to come to the bathroom.”

Denise looked over her shoulder and smiled at Anthony as he sat in a chair with his head tilted back. She gave the straight razor she was sharpening one last swipe against the leather strop then turned to him. She took the warm towel off of his face and filled her hands with shaving cream.

“You were starting to look like a mountain man Tony. And since it's my job to keep you looking your best, this needed to be fixed immediately.”

“You don’t like the rough look?” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. “I was thinking of letting it grow out.”

“How about we at least clean it up?” Denise offered as a compromise.

“I trust you,” Anthony said, leaning back and closing his eyes.

Denise took a step forward in between his legs that were slightly parted and slowly lathered the shaving cream on his face. Then she picked up the razor and went to work. She took her time shaving his face, careful not to leave any nicks. As she continued working on his face, she also studied it. The man was so gorgeous, it nearly took her breath away.

She didn’t realize that she'd stopped what she was doing until Anthony opened his eyes and looked up at her.

“You ok, Dee?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, let me finish up with your face.”

A few minutes later, she was washing the rest of the shaving cream away.

“Well, what do you think?”

Anthony stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand over his jaw, down his cheek and across his chin. His head nodded slightly then he turned to Denise.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She reached up and ran her hand across the soft hairs on his face. It was certainly a new look for him. Usually he was always clean shaven. But there was something nice about this new look.

“I like it,” she finally said.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It looks good with your hair.” She took one of his locs between her fingers. Her pulse quickened when he wrapped his hand around her wrist.

“I’m glad you came by today,” he said, looking down at her.


“So am I,” she said smiling.

AMAZON LINK
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About the Author:

Growing up an introvert, Té Russ found solace in literary arts at an early age. She found reading to be a vehicle to broader horizons and writing a form of self-expression. She began writing love stories in her adolescent years as a way to expel her youthful thoughts of love into words. Since then she has gone from writing stories and thoughts of love in journals to attending college for journalism and falling in love, which has allowed those youthful words of love to blossom into a series of stories in her romance novels.

Though she has an immense appreciation for the sheer smell that books collectively exert, she also has found balance to her introverted nature with adrenaline inducing activities. So if she does not have her nose pressed deeply into a book or her pen ticking through a pad, you may also find this mother of three jumping out of airplanes, cheering her husband on at the top of her lungs at MMA fights, buzzing down the interstate on the back of motorcycles, or kayaking.

A Showcase of R.E.A.L. Authorpreneurs

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

I have a special guest today; one I'm sure all writers who view what they do as a business will appreciate. 

Sharon Jenkins Presents a Showcase of R.E.A.L. Authorpreneurs to Motivate, Inspire and Empower Her Literary Peers

Fifteen authorpreneurs that have successfully mastered the art of Authorpreneurship are featured in Sharon C. Jenkins’ latest release, Will the R.E.A.L. Authorpreneur Please Stand Up?. This compilation launches in July 2015, featuring such successful authorpreneurs as Rochelle Carter, Nina Amir, Joel Friedlander, Tyora Moody, Brian Smith, Matilda Butler and W. Terry Whalin.

The term “authorpreneur” is a fairly new term in the literary industry. It combines the words “author” and “entrepreneur” to define the 21st Century author. Jenkins is the first to go a step beyond to help us define R.E.A.L. authorpreneurs as being Relevant, Entrepreneurial, Action-oriented, and Literary focused.

She states, “Authorpreneurs are a rare breed. They authentically combine two skill sets: writing and entrepreneurship, to create space in the literary marketplace for their creativity.” 

Order your copy now, get into your favorite reading chair and cuddle up with a book that promises to be empowering, educating and entertaining.

More About the Author

Sharon Jenkins, also known as The Master Communicator, is a bestselling author, ghostwriter and inspirational speaker. Throughout her career, Sharon has helped hundreds of authors get their message to the masses. Jenkins is the author of Authorpreneurship: The Business Start-Up Manual for Authors, a culmination of everything she has learned from her literary journey, Will the R.E.A.L. Authorpreneur Please Stand Up? and Christian Authorpreneurship: Mastering the Business of Writing (September 2015).


Video Sample - Dissolution

Sunday, July 5, 2015

See below a sample from the women's fiction novel, Dissolution. If you prefer to watch the video, jump to the bottom of the page. Enjoy!

At pains not to alarm Sherryn, or allow his panic to show, Reece knelt beside her and gripped her hand. "Please, Sherryn, I don't know what I'll do if you leave me. Please don't even think about it."

Her hand lay limp in his and she said nothing.

Reece panicked, the blood hammering in his veins. "Please say you won't leave me. We said for better or worse. Don't—"

She cupped his cheek, stroking his skin, giving him hope. "I can't promise you anything. I'm still hurt and confused, and then there's Maurice."

"Sher, please don't let him stand between us."

She took her hand away, but continued to stare into his eyes. "You've changed, Reece."

He tilted his head, not understanding the point she was making. "What d'you mean?"

Her shoulders lifted and settled as she drew a deep breath and looked away from him. "In all the years I've known you, I never expected this from you. And to make matters worse, apart from hurting our family, you're showing us a side of your character we've never seen. How you treat that boy … it's not good for your children to watch.

"From where they sit, you not only betrayed me, but you're taking out what that woman did on Maurice, and it makes you look bad."

He jostled her hand so she'd give him her full attention. "It might surprise you, but I think we connected today."

Sherryn tried tugging her hand away, but he held firm. "You think I'm telling you this because of what you just said, but that's not it."

He got up, pulled her to her feet, and led her across the room. "Today, I was standing by the window. Here. They were playing outside, and Brandon stopped to say hi. Maurice ran into him, and they fell down. When they got up, I smiled at them."

Her puckered brow showed her confusion over where his story was going.

"He looked at Brandon and back at me to be sure I was actually smiling at him. The smile he gave me brightened his whole face. I'm ashamed to admit I've never seen him smile like that before today."

Sherryn spoke softly. "I bet he was thinking the same thing about you."

Reece folded her hand between his. "Sherryn, I know this is hard for you to deal with, but I'm asking you, please, don't give up on me. I don't know how, or what I'm going to do, but I'll do anything to make this up to you. Anything."

She rubbed her eyelids. "There's really nothing you can do," she said. "What can you do when you've ripped a hole in the fabric of our marriage? How d'you fix the fact that your children think they weren't enough to keep you from starting another family? How d'you fix all that, Reece?"

He dropped her hand and whispered, "I don't know."

She lifted a hand as if she were going to touch him, but let it fall.  A few more seconds passed before she crossed the room and closed the door softly behind her.

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IWSG & Dissolution

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Another month has zoomed by and it's time again to share our insecurities and encourage each other on this writing journey. Captain Alex's co-hosts this month are
http://charitywrites.blogspot.com/ Charity Bradford, http://salarsenbooks.com/ S.A. Larsen, http://www.ajlauer.net/ AJ Lauer, http://tamaranarayan.com/ Tamara Narayan,
http://eclecticali.wordpress.com/ Allison Gammons and http://tanyamiranda.com/ Tanya Miranda

I've done one post between early and late June and this is probably the first time I've gone so long between one post and the next. I'm not feeling too insecure this month, but I've been thinking about wisdom.

There are so many things I've tried in terms of marketing my books. Some have worked some haven't. The discouraging thing is that there are more mistakes to be made and I believe I've made one recently. Of course there's always balance, so the encouraging part of the equation is that having made this new mistake, I'm not likely to suffer through it again.

You win some, you lose some but the important thing is not to get bogged down and to continue focusing on moving forward. That's my plan and I'm sticking to it.

And now for some good news. I've gotten the rights back on my Women's Fiction novel, Dissolution, and it's been updated and is back on the market. I daresay that when it comes to tugging at heartstrings, this is my best novel and the early reviews support my belief. I haven't included a synopsis here, but what I've added to the cover speaks to the storyline.

To wrap things up, the ISWG now has a t-shirt! Please check out this link to purchase yours - http://www.neatoshop.com/product/IWSG and be sure to visit all the other participants, through the IWSG link list at http://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com/p/iwsg-sign-up.html
If you're seeking critique partners, do visit the Facebook group https://www.facebook.com/groups/IWSG13/


Have a wonderfully productive month!

Sample Sunday ... Dissolution: A Marriage in Crisis

Sunday, June 28, 2015

It's been a while since this blog saw some action, but despite that, I've been majorly busy. This weekend saw the re-release of an oldie but goodie, Dissolution, which was previously with a publisher. It's a story that's dear to my heart and the picture below captures the essence of the major plotline. A sample is also posted below.



Justin was the last drop-off, as usual. When he stood outside the van, he slung his knapsack over one shoulder, slid the door closed and said, "Hold on, Mommy."

He walked around the front of the vehicle and stood beside the driver's window.
"I know," he said.

She tried smiling. "What d'you think you know, Justin?"

"That boy is Daddy's son."

He moved the knapsack to his other shoulder. "He looks too much like us not to be. Plus, both of you are acting weird, which tells me something big is up."

Sherryn gripped the wheel and waited for her throat to open up, but what could she say? She couldn't deny the truth, and refused to lie to her son. Not that he'd asked a question. Justin had made a simple statement of fact.

He hugged her around the neck and kissed her cheek, right there in the driveway with students passing them both ways. Then, he murmured something in her ear that he hadn't told her in a long time. "I love you, Mommy."

Tears stung her eyes and wet her cheeks, but she answered. "I love you too, baby."

 She lowered her head, ashamed of breaking down in front of him.

Smiling despite the sorrow in his eyes, Justin patted her shoulder. "Things'll work out. You'll see."

She cupped the side of his face, blinking to clear her vision. "Thanks for being my bestest son."

 He grinned at their oldest, corniest joke from when he was her only child. "And you're still the bestest Mommy in the whole of Jamaica."

He walked away, reminding her so much of Reece it hurt to look at him. Justin liked to consider himself a roughneck, which made him cool among his friends, but Sherryn was acutely aware that the little boy in their home had experienced the harshness of life firsthand, having lived in the ghetto.

Justin knew nothing of that life and probably couldn't imagine the hardships that came with living hand-to-mouth. Still, his attitude told her he had matured and would someday be a considerate and sensitive man.

She rested her head on her hands, working out her next move. It didn't take long before she found a stopgap that would clear her mind for a while.

Dissolution is available on Amazon and Smashwords, among other places.

IWSG & Next Steps

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Today is another Insecure Writer’s Support Group posting day. What’s the group all about? We share and encourage each other without feeling we’re creating mountains out of molehills

Our hosts who are helping Captain Alex this month are  M. Pax, Tracy Jo, Patricia Lynne, Rachna Chhabria, Feather Stone, and Randi Lee!

I’m not feeling insecure this month, but as I shared on the IWSG site on Monday, comes the time when we have to make decisions on how to advance our writing careers. After some thought, I’ve settled on a few things, which include being part of a Christmas box set and placing a book on NetGalley in another couple of months.

I’m also doing what I should be doing alongside this other stuff, which is writing the next few projects.

I hope you’re making strides along the path you want to go and that you’re putting a plan in place to help you meet your goals. What are your next steps on the writing or business front? 

Foolish Choices Through Fixation

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Natasha knew me too well. She waited until I was into the music before she pounced. "So, why am I dropping you off and picking you up from Josh when you said you'd broken up with him?"

"I never said we'd broken up."

"Right. This may mean I need a visit to the doctor's office to get my ears syringed, since my hearing is obviously shot."

I sighed and then went back to singing along with Chronixx's latest hit.

"So you're gonna ignore me?"

"Yes, since you're trying to stress me out."

She sighed and then glanced my way after letting a group of pedestrians cross the street. "I don't mean to come down on you, but like I said, Josh brings out the worst in you and even if things are great now, sooner or later the two of you will be fighting again."

I sat up in the seat. What she said might be true, but it didn't give her the authority to interfere in my life. "Josh makes me happy—"

Her eye roll stopped me in mid sentence. "What's that bit of drama supposed to mean."

"I just told you that boy makes you crazy as hell and you're telling me he makes you happy? Get your head on straight, Kell."

"Why are we arguing over this?"

She gripped the wheel hard and then sighed, long and loud. "You're right. It's your life. If you think the frequent ups and downs with him are worth it, then to hell with what I think."

"Exactly." I folded my arms and let out a sneaky grin. "He makes me soooo happy."

She gave me a killing glare. "What the hell did he just do to you?"

I couldn't hold her gaze, so I looked away.

She let out a spiteful laugh. "Don't tell me you let him feel you up inside that house."

I cleared my throat, but didn't say anything. The traffic became a source of fascination and I counted cars going in the opposite direction.

"You didn't," she said, adding a snicker.

When I still didn't speak, she crowed, "You did, didn't you? Stupid girl."

"For your information, we had fun. I enjoyed it and that's what matters."

She brought the car to a stop at my gate and turned to face me. "I'm sorry I laughed, but … " She opened her hands as if searching for words. "If it's not something the two of you agreed to do for the thrill factor, then it's what I said, him taking the opportunity to cop a feel."

"Not everything in this life has to be deathly serious, you know."

"I know, Kell, but I also know you. You're not the kind of girl who throws herself around."

"You're in a steady and happy relationship with Karim, so you think it gives you the right to tell other people what to do."

She pulled back, her eyes and mouth wide open. "You think that's what I'm doing?"

"Isn't it?"

She lowered her eyebrows in a frown. "I'm only telling you these things because I love you and don't want to see you hurting again. End of story."

"Thanks," I said in a tone that made it clear I wasn't the least bit grateful. "But, I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."

She licked her lip as if thinking about what she was going to say next. She waited until our eyes met before she spoke. "Well then, don't call me to take you back and forth as long as you're going to see him."

"Are you serious?"

"As a judge."

"But—"

"That's my decision and this is my car."

She had to be kidding, but her expression said she wasn't joking.

I flung the door open, stumbled out and nearly crashed to the grass. When I got my knees to hold me straight, I slammed the door and spoke to her through the window. "You can take your decision and your car and shove them right up your ass, Miss Goody-Goody."

Natasha got out of the car and I swore she would rip my head off right there on the sidewalk, but all she did was lock up while looking at me over the roof.


I didn't know what made me spew like that, but I also didn't want to apologize. Too bad I’d already typed up her damn paper and emailed it. Otherwise, she would have been in a spot because I wouldn’t be lifting a finger to help her.

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Forward Planning – June-December

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

It occurs to me that it's coming close to the time when I need to take a look at my writing schedule for the rest of the year. There is a deadline I won't make that's bugging me, but there's not too much I can do about it. Romantic Suspense novels are complex undertakings that cannot be rushed. I find these books the most enjoyable to write as they engage my brain in a way regular romances and YA novels don't. I'm not even going to try and put a deadline on this one, but I'd love to have it squared away by August, so I can move on to the next book in that series.

The novella I'm writing for a Christmas box set is on the front burner and the plotting and writing for that are going well. I've never done a 40,000 word book, other than a middle grade effort, so this will be a new challenge. If I get the hang of it then of course, I can do at least two additional stories, since I have a couple of potential covers I like that can work well with 2016 holiday themes.

With two books released in my New Adult series, my brain is nagging at me to complete the third book in that series. A good time is now, since the characters are fresh in my mind, but again, time might be a scarce ingredient. Still, I have to get some work done on this book.

As some of you know, I got back the rights on a couple of books in 2013 and there's a Women's Fiction novel I'd like to put back on the market. That story is dear to my heart and I want to run ahead and get it back out ASAP, but with things this important, it's important to be patient and get the job done right.

Fixation was released on Friday and the reception was good. I chose a winner on the Rafflecopter, so congratulations to Sheryl Lister.

It's a lot of work to write and promote, as we all know. I took a decision on Saturday that I hope will free up more time to get more writing done.

Other than pencilling out what I hope to achieve in the next seven months, there's the publication project I've undertaken and the other miscellaneous editing and proofing jobs that help pay the bills. Plus, I still need to make the rounds on the A-Z Reflections Posts.

Have you worked out your plans for the latter half of the year? What things have you busy. Do you see a way to carve out more time to write?

Fixation - A #NewAdult Reality

Friday, May 15, 2015



Today is another book release day for me. It’s been quite a journey with this cast of characters, who have provided a unique ride. 

Fixation is about choices and love and romance. 

The new adult world is fraught with mistakes and missteps and we’ve all been there. With this story, I hope readers will look beyond the passion of a spoilt eighteen-year-old girl and see the qualities within us that can be unearthed with a bit of encouragement and patience. 

Fixation is not for the faint of heart, so consider yourself warned.

Get your copy on Amazon or Smashwords.