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Deadly Assets
Allison Campbell mystery


An eccentric Italian heiress from the Finger Lakes. An eighteen-year-old pop star from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Allison Campbell’s latest clients seem worlds apart in every respect, except one: Both women disappear on the same day. And Allison’s colleague Vaughn is the last to have seen each.

Allison’s search for a connection uncovers an intricate web of family secrets, corporate transgressions and an age-old rivalry that crosses continents. The closer Allison gets to the truth, the deadlier her quest becomes. All paths lead back to a sinister Finger Lakes estate and the suicide of a woman thirty years earlier. Allison soon realizes the lives of her clients and the safety of those closest to her aren’t the only things at stake.

Author Wendy Tyson joins me on the blog today with her second novel in the Allison Campbell mystery series, Deadly Assests.  Wendy  is on tour with Chick-Lit Plus, and shares her ideas on how fellow writers can Pay It Forward in their community.

There’s also a tour-wide giveaway going on for an Amazon gift card, and you can find all the details  at the end of the post.

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wendy tyson Wendy Tyson is a corporate lawyer and former therapist whose background has inspired her mysteries and thrillers.  She’s the author of three crime novels.  Her latest, DEADLY ASSETS, the second Allison Campbell mystery, was released on July 22.  The first Campbell novel, KILLER IMAGE, was named by as one of the ten best mysteries for book clubs in 2014.  She’s also written THE SEDUCTION OF MIRIAM CROSS.  Wendy lives near Philadelphia with her husband, three sons and two muses, dogs Molly and Driggs.

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Paying It Forward

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Months ago, my editor sent me the schedule for the DEADLY ASSETS release.  In the April timeslot she’d typed, “Plan Launch Party” in red ink.  Sounds like a simple enough task, right?—especially for a woman whose main character is an image consultant.  But the truth is, I’m not a great party planner, particularly when the thing we’re celebrating is my own work.  I don’t like the spotlight.

For KILLER IMAGE, I’d hosted a launch party at a fabulous boutique in New Hope, Pennsylvania.  We’d had drinks, appetizers and prizes.  It was a ton of fun, but I wasn’t sure I was up for another.  What to do?   I found my solution after attending a “Meet & Greet” with a local dog charity, Home At Last Dog Rescue.  Home At Last rescues dogs and puppies from high-kill shelters and fosters them until forever homes are found.  They have a lot of special needs dogs and incur high vet bills.  I decided then and there to use the launch party to give back to the community, making my favorite library and Home At Last the benefactors.

Authors are a giving bunch.  There’s a lot of talk in the writing community about paying it forward.  I can only speak for myself, but I am so grateful to see my dream of getting published come true, and now that I have a platform, I want to use it for good.  It’s a theme I’ve heard from other authors.  But aside from fund raising, what can you do to give back to the community?  Here are a few ideas:

  • Mentor other writers.  Once you’re published, other writers will reach out—for guidance, support, even endorsements.  Taking the time to respond to them will mean a lot.  We’ve all been novices at some point.  Sharing your insight and experience is a great way to give back.  This can be done individually, but also through workshops.  If you have a skillset, share it.
  • Support local libraries and independent bookstores.  If you’re lucky enough to have a great indie bookstore nearby, go!  Attend events, buy books, mention it online and offer to do signings there.  Same for public libraries.  I found my hometown library to be a great support and resource.  You can offer to help the library by holding workshops and participating in speaking events.
  • Visit book clubs.  I love book clubs, and I’ve found book club visits to be a terrific way to connect with readers.  Plus, in my experience, book club members are incredibly appreciative of an author’s time.  Every time I attend one, I learn something new about my own work—and I make some new friends.  You don’t have to go to someone’s house.  You can offer to meet in a public place (like a library or bookstore), or you can do it online via Skype or another platform.
  • Nurture kids’ writing.  One of my favorite ways of giving back is by talking to kids about writing.  I’ve found them eager to learn and excited about the possibilities.  Stop by your local schools and offer to talk to students, or reach out to local libraries or writing camps.
  • Volunteer.  There really are endless ways you can volunteer to use your writing abilities to benefit others.  From taking on a role in a writing organization to writing brochures for a local charity, you’ll likely find people eager for your help and expertise.




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Heather Cobham, author of Hungry Mother Creek, guests posts on How She Stays Inspired To Write

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chick-lit, womens fiction

To the outside world, it looks like Maya Somers lost everything in Hurricane Katrina, her husband, the bungalow they shared and her job. But inside Maya knows Katrina gave her the gift of a fresh start. She and her yellow lab, Doodle Bug, leave the destruction of the Gulf Coast for North Carolina and settle in Oriental, a quaint fishing village on the Pamlico Sound.

In her new home by the water, Maya begins to rebuild her life. She knows she needs to heal from her abusive marriage and the trauma of Hurricane Katrina but isn’t sure where to start. It isn’t long before teachers appear to help her: Hazel, her elderly but spirited neighbor who has secrets of her own, Travis, a handsome kayak guide to whom she immediately feels a strong attraction, Buster, a crusty old fisherman who always seems to show up just when she needs him, and Bay Witherspoon, the much younger wife of a wealthy attorney who becomes a close friend despite their initial differences. Maya finds the most profound help when she is welcomed into a women’s circle that meets on the banks of Hungry Mother Creek. Gathered with these women, Maya learns that becoming vulnerable and sharing her pain with others is the first step of her healing journey.

But what is the second step? Maya isn’t sure but with the help of her loyal yellow lab, her new friends and the peace of living by the water she stays the course. Ultimately Maya finds the healing journey to be messy, tangled and unpredictable, and the end result is nothing she could have ever imagined.



Maya walked to her small kitchen area just behind the living room. She smiled to herself as she placed the casserole on the bottom shelf and wondered what type of condensed soup Hazel used to make this. She guessed it must be Cream of Mushroom, a southern staple she had used many times while helping her grandmother make Thanksgiving and Christmas meals.

As she turned back towards the living room, Maya’s heart lurched when she saw Hazel was holding the decorative urn she thought had been discretely placed, but it must have caught Hazel’s eye. “Maya, this urn is beautiful. I love the yellows, blues and greens in the pattern. Surely you didn’t find it here in Oriental? It’s so well-made.”

Maya’s pulse quickened and she felt the color drain from her face. She stood frozen not prepared for this discussion and unsure of how much of the truth she wanted to share.

“Maya, are you okay? You look like you might faint.” Hazel placed the urn on the coffee table and hurried to Maya’s side. She placed her hand in the small of Maya’s back and led her over to the couch. Hazel’s hand was small, but very strong and her touch comforted Maya as she lowered herself down to the couch. She had a flash of insight that said she could trust Hazel and as she regained her composure, Maya decided to be truthful.

“Sorry if I scared you, Hazel. It’s just that this urn is much more than a decoration. It contains the ashes of Steven, my husband who died two years ago because of Hurricane Katrina.”

Well, it was a lot easier than Maya thought it would be, sharing this truth, although not the whole truth, with the first person outside her family. It actually wasn’t that hard talking about the ashes. The hard part would be answering the questions that may follow.

“Steven has a brother who wasn’t able to come to Mississippi after his death,” her words tumbled out, “and everything was in such a state of destruction and confusion I didn’t feel right about spreading the ashes in Mississippi. I’ve just kept them with me since then.”

As Maya was speaking, Hazel sat down beside her on the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she listened. Maya and Hazel’s eyes met and Maya could see Hazel’s eyes were moist with emotion. She reached over and took one of Maya’s hands into hers.

“Oh, honey,” Hazel started, her southern accent drawing the syllables out. “I am so sorry. Losing your husband is one of the most difficult things to endure. My husband died when I was just 50 and it took me a while to make sense of my life, not having him in it. At least we’d already had 25 years of marriage and a son. You and Steven still had so much left to do together.” Hazel’s eyes filled again as she squeezed Maya’s hands.

Maya turned her head to look out the creek window. She was embarrassed by her lack of emotion and didn’t want Hazel to see her dry eyes. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she even muster up a couple of tears for Steven? When he was alive he made her cry easily. Now a lump did form in Maya’s throat.

She felt his grip tightening on her upper arm as he dragged her out into the parking lot of Sherlock’s, the pub a couple of miles from their house. When they were away from the entrance, he said, “Don’t you tell me I’ve had enough to drink ever again! Do you hear me? You embarrassed me in front of my friends.” He shot the words at her through clenched teeth and she physically recoiled, shrinking as his grip on her arm tightened. He yanked her arm for emphasis and continued, “I can’t help it if your lame ass is wasted after three or four beers but I’m fucking fine so leave me alone. If you can’t hang anymore then maybe you should just go home.”

He released her arm, turned and strode into the pub without looking back. Maya instinctively began rubbing her arm. The emotion she had been holding in her chest erupted and tears rolled down her cheeks. She knew she couldn’t go back inside and since Steven had the car keys, so began the walk home, her body weighted by shame.

Hazel squeezed her hand and Maya turned back to look at her, the urn prominent in her peripheral vision. “Well, at least you found his body and knew for sure what happened to him. I've heard of so many people who are still searching for their loved ones who most likely got washed out to sea.”

Maya’s face flushed knowing she wasn't being fully truthful, but she wasn't ready yet to talk about the real cause of Steven's death. After a few seconds of silence, she said, “Thanks for understanding. You’re the first person I’ve told outside my family.”

“Well, Maya, please know you can talk with me any time about Steven, and for extreme circumstances I can always make you another casserole.” Maya smiled, appreciating Hazel’s humor and the change of topic.

“I know I've already said this, but I’m so happy you decided to rent my boathouse. I grew up here with my mother and grandmother but have been alone for the past fifteen years so it feels good to have another woman on the property.”

“It feels good to be here. When I visited in April something just told me this was the place to come. I’m looking forward to meeting more people, getting a job and creating some happy memories here.” Maya smiled, feeling very comfortable sitting next to Hazel. Maybe one day she would tell Hazel the whole story.

“I better get on my way so you can heat up that casserole for dinner. Good luck with your job search and I’ll let you know if I hear of anything.” Hazel stood and walked to the door, Doodle Bug following at her heels.

Hazel’s hand rested on the doorknob just a millisecond longer than necessary. Maya waited for her to turn back and say something else. Hazel never turned but opened the door and stepped out into the humid early evening. The sound of cicadas filled the air.

Today author Heather Cobham joins me on the blog with a guest post on How She Stays Inspired To Write.  Heather is on tour with Chick-Lit Plus,  for her novel, Hungry Mother Creek.

There’s also a tour-wide giveaway going on for an Amazon gift card, so be sure to check that out at the end of the post.

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Heather W Cobham Heather Cobham grew up in North Carolina and now lives in Oriental with her husband and yellow lab.  Heather has always loved to write and has written poetry and short stories since she was a child.  Seven years ago she consciously created more time and space to write a novel and the publication of Hungry Mother Creek is a dream come true. Heather is a licensed clinical social worker and works as a counselor in a private practice in New Bern, N.C.  She writes on Wednesdays, Fridays and the weekends and is currently working on the sequel to Hungry Mother Creek.  Heather fights writer’s block by running, paddle boarding and kayaking.

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     It took six years from the inspiration for Hungry Mother Creek to its publication.  During that time I changed jobs twice and moved from Wake County North Carolina, in the middle of the state with a population of 970,000, to Pamlico County North Carolina, on the coast with a population of 13,000. Of course in addition to these big transitions, I also had the normal challenges of daily life, balancing a full time job with my roles as wife, daughter, sister and friend.

What kept me inspired to continue writing and what motivates me now to write the sequel to Hungry Mother Creek?

  • The Reader – Before I even knew all the twists and turns Hungry Mother Creek would take, I knew I wanted my novel to touch others in a positive way.  I wanted the reader to walk away at the very least entertained, but hopefully with a new perspective on life, a new skill to help them deal with life’s challenges or the inspiration to make a positive change in their life. Wanting to connect Hungry Mother Creek with my readers kept me coming back to my yellow legal pads and writing spot on our deck.
  • Belief in Myself – The reason my manuscript sometimes went untouched for a month at a time was because of self doubt. The thoughts that my writing wasn’t good enough and nobody would want to read my novel took away my inspiration. The longer I worked on Hungry Mother Creek the better I got at ignoring these thoughts. I focused on the reader and the joy I felt from writing and this brought be back to pen and paper. My mantra became, “just keep writing” and I would say this anytime self critical thoughts crept in. I began to pay more attention to the calm and steady inner voice saying I could to this.  As I sit here with my novel in hand and some positive feedback from readers, I see which voice was correct.  Believing in myself allowed me to achieve something I was meant to do.
  • My Setting – I can’t explain why, but the water is a huge inspiration for my writing. My husband and I began coming to Oriental, North Carolina seven years ago.  Until that time I only had a vague sense of wanting to write a novel. Less then a year after buying a small condo on the Neuse River here in Oriental, the framework of the plot for Hungry Mother Creek came to me. Details about my characters and story line revealed themselves while I was out on the water in my kayak or while silently staring at the water from my deck. I’m grateful I now live full time by the water. I can already feel the positive difference this has made in my writing and am excited to continue work on the sequel to Hungry Mother Creek in this beautiful part of the world.

What inspires you?  Are there people, places, activities that prompt you to try something new, follow a dream, or push yourself outside your comfort zone? Please share your sources of inspiration in the comments.



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Enjoy an #excerpt from The Marquesa’s Necklace, a cozy mystery by @pjmaclayne

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Oak Grove Mysteries Book 1

Cozy Mystery

Harmony Duprie enjoyed her well-ordered life in the quiet little town of Oak Grove—until her arrest for drug trafficking. Cleared of all charges, she wants nothing more than to return to the uneventful lifestyle of a historical researcher she once savored.

But when her beloved old car “George” is stolen and explodes into a ball of flames, it sets off a series of events that throws her plans into turmoil. Toss in a police detective that may or may not be interested in her, an attractive but mysterious stranger on her trail, and an ex-boyfriend doing time, and Harmony’s life freefalls into a downward spiral of chaos.

Now she has to use her research skills to figure out who is behind the sinister incidents plaguing her, and why. And she better take it seriously, like her life depends upon finding the right answers.

Because it might.




I remembered that night. Jake had taken me to the fanciest restaurant in town, The Grove. Hardly original, but I'm not the one who named it. I wore a long-sleeved, low-cut, silky red dress that clung in all the right places and ended just above my knees. I felt gorgeous in that dress, and from the look in his eyes all night long, he thought so too. The dress hasn't been worn since. I should donate it to a charity.

I'll never wear it again.

That was the night he gave me the necklace. It seemed as if he'd bought it to match the dress. An arrangement of rubies and diamonds mounted in white gold, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. When he fastened it around my neck, I felt as if I'd transformed into Old World royalty.

I really hated giving the necklace back to him, but it was far too expensive for me to accept. He got his reward anyway. When we undressed each other before tumbling into bed, he asked me to leave it on, and I did, but took it off before I fell asleep. I suppose he returned the necklace, but I never asked him and he never mentioned it again.

With cell phones everywhere these days, it would have been easy for someone to have snapped a shot of us unnoticed. I don’t remember anyone taking pictures that night, but from the looks on our faces, Jake and I were oblivious to anyone but each other. Jake told me he loved me for the first time during supper. A few weeks later, the cops busted us for suspected drug trafficking.

Today,  author P.J. MacLayne shares a snippit of her novel, The Marquesa’s Necklace with us.

P.J. is also hosting a giveaway for a chance to win a free ecopy of The Marquesa’s Necklace and a $10 Amazon gift card. See the end of the post for details.
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P.J. MacLayne is a computer geek by day and a writer by night. She grew up among the rolling hills of Pennsylvania and uses that as the setting for many of her stories. She currently makes her home in the shadow of the Rocky Mountains.



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How @authorJessicaJ Deals With Writer’s Block: #GuestPost & #Giveaway #tour @GoddessFish

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Historical, Romance

Miss Tamsin Tisdale believes herself to be completely unsuitable for London life. After a myriad of social mishaps, and the potential ruination of her family name, she’s shipped away to her cousin’s northern estate. Only after she comes to her senses will she be welcomed home.

Marcus Winston, the Duke of Grayson, has a lackluster reputation. The last in a dying line, he’s endured a protected life—rank with privilege, encumbered by isolation. After a brief encounter with rebellion, he learns the devastating consequences of his carelessness and willingly accepts living life from inside his gilded cage.

However, a chance meeting with the brazen Miss Tisdale gives Marc the opportunity to reinvent himself into the man he’s always dreamed of being. When his deception comes to light, and ghosts from both their pasts threaten to unravel the intimacy they’ve come to cherish, will either of them set their fears aside long enough to embrace love? Or will Miss Tisdale’s stubbornness divide them?




Jason looked bored. “Get to the important part, Grayson. Was she beautiful?”

Again, Marc was ill-prepared to answer such a question. Taken individually, that large mouth, those plump pink lips, her long nose, red hair, and freckled skin—nothing about her was spectacular by any means. But together, all those odd pieces and parts, which seemed so ordinary at first glance, fit together to form the picture of a particularly stunning woman.

“Yes,” he answered quite simply. No need to give Jason any more fodder for discussion by rambling on like some sort of awful poet.

Jason grinned from ear to ear. “Well, that is quite eventful, indeed.” He swept a crumb off his jacket sleeve. “Does this original have a name?”

Marc stopped suddenly, his coffee halfway to his lips. “Name?”

Jason laughed. “Yes, her name. This unique creature has to have a name. Diana? Aphrodite? Venus, perhaps?” Then Jason stopped laughing as realization spread over his face like a mordant rash. “You don’t know her bloody name, do you?”

Marc set his cup down on the table and stared at it. “She never volunteered the information and I never bothered to ask.”

Today’s guest post is by author Jessica Jefferson, sharing with us on how she handles writer’s block.

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions and Jessica will be awarding a $50 Amazon gift card to one one lucky reader at the end of her tour.

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Jessica Jefferson makes her home in northern Indiana, or as she likes to think of it—almost Chicago. She is heavily inspired by classic sweeping, historical romance novels, but aims to take those key emotional elements and inject a fresh blend of quick dialogue and comedy. She invites you to visit her at and read more of her random romance musings. and

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Writer’s Block, Jessica Jefferson

My journey to writing was fairly uneventful. I wrote a book, submitted for publication, and managed to find a book deal. How could I have known that was the easy part?

I recently made the decision to make writing my full time career. Instead of dressing in my go-to black pants suit and showing up to the office five days a week, now I wake up and make my way over to my desk. Sometimes I even change out of my pajamas.

I used to think if given all the hours in the day to work on my craft that I’d put out thousands of words a day. I envisioned myself as this prolific writer who could easily turn out a half-dozen books a year.
Wow – was I delusional.

Some days, I’m lucky to bang out a paragraph. Before, I used to blame it on everything else in my life. It was my day job – sometimes I’d work fifty hours a week, how was I supposed to write after spending so much time at the office? Other times I thought it was the needs of my family that put me behind. I have a three year old and an eight year old – it’s not as if those kids are going to raise themselves. I blamed everything but myself…so what was the problem? I no longer had to work every day and my kids were at a babysitter…

Writer’s block.

I’ve learned writer’s block doesn’t care about deadlines or convenience. It comes and goes as it pleases, with little care as to how difficult it’s making my life. Even tasks like writing a simple 250 word blog post can take hours, if not days. So, I’ve adopted a few tricks to make it easier.

Rethinking why I write: If I showed up to a job at the mall, and couldn’t find the inspiration to fold sweaters—chances are I’d still have to fold sweaters. I’m trying to shift my thinking from “writing is my hobby and I do it because I love to do so” to “writing is my job”. It adds a sense of accountability that has never been there before.

Look for Inspiration: I listen to music, I watch movies—anything to find inspiration

Exercise: I take a walk, I take a run…whatever it takes to get my pulse up.

Writing exercises: The internet is a wealth of information—some of it’s even useful. There are tons of ideas to jumpstart the mind. Sometimes, by stepping away from the novel and writing something completely unrelated, it can actually help refocus efforts.

Thanks so much Jessica for taking the time to join me today on the blog. -Dee
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The Past Life series


Everyone wants something.

Even if it belongs to someone else.

And some will destroy the very thing they want, just so no one else can have it.

Professional soldier David Bellotti's latest mission seems simple: steal the key card to a drug lord's compound so the empire can be infiltrated and destroyed. But when David discovers evidence of his lover Lottie’s possible infidelity, his mission turns personal. He searches for answers others would kill to keep buried and discovers a link to the past he's been trying hard to ignore.

Ancient lives, twelve thousand year old secrets, murder, and primal instincts lead David on a journey through past lives and present danger—all to save the woman he loves.

Find your way back through history, when hunter-gatherers roamed and David and Lottie's past incarnations began. The Reading Café calls Covet, Book Two of the Past Life Series, "An amazing and fascinating storyline of suspense, mystery, betrayal, hatred and love."


I blew out the entrance and took off, hustling through the panicked crowd. Another gun fired and police sirens sounded in the distance. I made a left down a small street then a right into an alley, jumping a garbage can, hurtling over a short wall, and disappearing into the neighborhood. If Galen didn't make it to our backup rendezvous point, I had to get to the safe house and that was five miles away. And right now, I had no idea if Galen and Lady in Blue were still alive.I skidded past a corner, wondering if I should take the chance and call an alert into HQ, when I heard screeching tires. I backed up, pressed myself against a wall, and realized who it was. Galen in a Toyota. He threw open the passenger door and I jumped in, slamming the door shut as Galen jammed the gas pedal.“You get it?” he asked, swerving through a turn then dropping our speed so we didn’t draw attention.I nodded. “Is Lady in Blue okay?”

Galen hugged another turn. “She will be. She came to when the gunshots were fired.”

I blew out a sigh of relief. It wasn't the first time a distraction job had taken a bad turn, but it was still a worry. “And the cops?”

“All at the nightclub. But we will have to lose the car.” He used his cell phone and dialed our contact, making arrangements for cleanup.

I pulled out Sahin’s wallet and lifted the keycard. “Payday,” I said, holding it up.

“Mommie Dearest says we should leave the wallet and card with the car.” Galen disconnected the call. “They will pick it all up at the Starbucks near the safe house in ten minutes.”

I drew in a breath and held it, forcing my heart and my lungs to calm down. Another close call. I loved this stuff.

“You love this stuff way too much,” Galen said, glancing my way.

I had known Galen all of three months, and he was far too good at reading my mind already. I was trying to get my head wrapped around the fact that we were connected in a way that didn't make sense, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Ignoring him, I sank into the seat, letting the adrenalin wear off.

“Let’s see what else we’ve got on this guy.” Inside his wallet I found a black American Express, a MasterCard, and over five thousand Euros in the billfold. A picture was tucked in with his identification. I pulled it out and held it up to catch the light from passing street lamps.

It was a photo of the love of my life kissing another man.


Today I have a great guest post by author Terri Herman-Poncé, sharing with us how on how she came up with her male character in her latest novels.  I hope you find it as interesting as I did.

This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions and Terri will be awarding one free Ecopy of Covet (Book 2 of the Past Life Series) and In This Life (Book 1 of the Past Life Series), to a randomly chosen commenter at each stop and a Grand Prize of a $50 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

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Creating the perfectly imperfect Alpha Male

When I was told that my blog visit today could be about anything I wanted, my mind immediately went to men. Alpha Males, to be specific.

I don’t know about you, but there’s something about a male character lead that’s jacked up on Alpha Male and smoldering looks that can really get my blood pumping. But, for me, that isn’t enough. Eye candy is wonderful stuff, but when it comes to reading—in particular, reading sexy male characters—they better have substance.

I’ve read a number of male characters over the years that really made me sit up and pause. And while I loved those characters (and in some cases, still do), I always felt like something was missing. Like these men needed more. And that’s how my male lead, David Bellotti, was born.

When I set out to write the Past Life Series, I knew I wanted a man who could stun a room into silence. I also knew that I wanted a man who wasn’t afraid of death, who stood up for what he believed in, and who would stop at nothing to protect and the love of his life.

And even that wasn’t enough.

So I spent days and nights eating dinner with him (he likes Italian), drinking with him (he recently got turned onto sipping tequila), watching television with him (he loves stupid comedies), and running with him (as a professional soldier, he has to stay fit). I imagined what he’d cook (turns out he’s a good one, courtesy of the restaurant his mom and dad used to own), that he can’t sing a lick (but he likes listening to Saving Abel), and that he hates lying and being lied to.

I also imagined his imperfections. Single-minded. Exhibits an occasional caveman mentality. Shuts down the outside world when he thinks they’re wrong.

But that’s what makes for an interesting character, right? Those imperfections? We’ve all got them, and I think seeing familiar shortcomings in a character that any of us can identify with are what truly make that character engaging. Put a perfect person on the page and I’m going to yawn, and probably close the book to find another. But give me a character that feels real and I’m going to get sucked in big-time.

So what about you? Are there imperfect sexy male characters (or, to be fair, sexy imperfect female characters?) that get your blood pumping? Share them with me. I’d love to know.

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Ponce_Photo Terri looks for any opportunity to make stuff up. She thinks anything that can’t so easily be explained is worth an extra look and often makes a great story. She loves red wine, scotch, sunrises, Ancient Egypt, the beach—and a host of other stuff that would take too much real estate to talk about. The youngest of five children, Terri lives with her husband and son on Long Island. And, in her next life, if she hasn’t moved on to somewhere else, she wants to be an astronomer. Terri’s fascinated with the night skies almost as much as she’s fascinated with ancient Egypt.

Terri is a member of member of Sisters in Crime and Mystery Writers of America, and you can read about her at

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This giveaway is provided by and the responsibility of the author and Goddess Fish Promotions.

Terri will be awarding one free Ecopy of Covet (Book 2 of the Past Life Series) and In This Life (Book 1 of the Past Life Series), to a randomly chosen commenter at each stop and a Grand Prize of a $50 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

For more stops on the tour, visit the tour page here at Goddess Fish Promotions

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