Tonight on the Write Stuff — Until I Do with T. I. Lowe

51oya4b-l-LWhat does the marriage vow to have and to hold actually mean? Mia and Bode Calder have no clue.
The estranged couple can find no answers on their own, so they turn to their friend and pastor. He presents to them a copy of their marriage vows, advising them to reassess the commitment they made to each other on their wedding day.
Through a rocky trial, where each vow presents itself in the couple’s life, Mia and Bode discover the true meaning of I do.
Join this couple as they sort out the surprisingly romantic quest to rekindle the love they grasped in the beginning, but allowed to foolishly fade.

Listen to my guest co-host T. I. Lowe and I chat about her newest book, Until I Do. Listen in at 646-668-8485. Download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link here.


71FcyQ+H43L._UX250_T.I. Lowe sees herself as an ordinary country girl from South Carolina who loves to tell extraordinary stories. Her amazing readers have made her dream of storytelling become a reality with their outpouring support of her writing.

Lowe is currently working on several upcoming novels, which include:
Until I Do
Until I Don’t
Until I Decide
The Proof of Us
Before This Day
After This Day

For a complete list of Lowe’s published books, biography, upcoming events, and other information, visit http://www.tilowe.com/ and be sure to check out her blog, COFFEE CUP, while you’re there!

She would love to hear from you!!
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My Birthday Gift to You! — The Cure by Parker J. Cole — #FREE

EVERYBODY DANCE NOW!! IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

I am so excited to see another year! To get this party started, here’s my birthday gift to you! A copy of The Cure for free!


 

Savannah Woods vows to never again have anything to do with Micah Reddington after he ruins her best friend’s career. Yet, when Savannah’s niece is injured in a serious accident, the one man she can’t trust is the one she needs.

Micah can barely contain his satisfaction when he sees Savannah’s message pleading for him to come to her side. Her disloyalty nearly cost his career and he’ll never forgive her for leaving him at the lowest point in his life.

Despite her efforts to remain aloof, Savannah keeps seeing glimpses of the Micah she once loved behind his cool exterior. Micah fights an ongoing battle to not succumb to the sweetness of the woman he once cared for beyond anything else. But Savannah and Micah’s hearts remain sick with the pangs of betrayal. What, if anything, is the cure?

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Cover Reveal! Time to Say Goodbye by Parker J Cole #EXCERPT

Time To Say Goodbye

The interesting thing about this book is that it’s the first book I’ve written to date where I didn’t have a title in my head. Titles change and I get that but usually the title of the story comes to mind easier than the ‘script itself. At any rate, I scrambled around for weeks searching for the perfect caption of this story. I peeked under rocks, scoured under the bed, and pulled open ever cabinet to find it.

Alas, that came to nothing.

When the title came to me, I wasn’t even looking for it. I happened to be listening to this song:

As Andrea and Sarah’s beautiful voices lifted into the air, it struck my head that this was it!

Look for my newest book and the second in the Michigan Sweet romance volumes at the end of this month!


EXCERPT

Though tears blurred Gargi’s sight, they could not mask the massive form as it stood outside the curtains. Hastily she swiped at her eyes. “What did you just say?” she repeated.
The man, hidden somewhat behind the drapes pushed them aside and stepped inside the secluded space. The area seemed to shrink in response to his tall, wide girth.
“I said I hope he rots.” The unmistakable note of pure, unadulterated sincerity scratched her already frayed nerve endings.
Maybe in other circumstances, at some other time and place, Gargi would have been alarmed by the idea of some strange man staring and peeking at their misery. Yet the last few hours had taken its toll on her. Dev’s condition threatened his survival. If he lived—
If he lived…
The idea, the thought of ‘if’ wrenched a sob from her.
Dear Jesus, please let my brother live. Don’t take him from me.
“Get out of here!” she screeched. “I don’t know who you are and frankly I don’t care. Just go.”
The man took another step toward her. She felt the intrusion of her personal space like a palpable insertion. He topped Dev by several inches. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and long arms with meaty hands. His hazel brown eyes contrasted with the red gold of his hair. A well-groomed beard and mustache framed the lower half of his jawline.
“I’m going to go.” The man’s voice had a gruff drawl to it. “You don’t have to know my name but I will tell you someone else’s name. Alma Bertha Reckley. She may not mean a thing to you and that piece of trash lying there but she means the world to me.”
He stabbed a long, thick finger at Dev’s prone figure. “That worthless scum stole my mama’s life savings. So, I’ll say it again. I hope he rots.”
Fire burned her skin like lava flow. A fine trembling wracked her limbs. This man, whoever he was, had no idea what he was talking about.
“My brother,” she gritted out, “did not steal anything from anyone. He was set up. There were four others involved in this scheme and they implicated him.”
“Baloney,” the man scoffed, his thin, narrow brows arching over his intent hazel brown eyes. “If he were set up, then where are these so-called conspirators? Nowhere to be found.”
Gargi stalked over to the man, barely conscious of her actions. All she knew was that she wanted to shut him up.
“Perhaps you don’t understand English well. My brother is innocent. He gave everything of himself to others. Orphanages, charities, churches, the list goes on.” Her arms flung wildly into the air. “How can a person that be the type to rob anyone?”
The man snorted. “People who don’t work for their money tend to part with it faster than those who do. Else, why spend a million dollars on a sports car?”
A haze of red blurred her vision. She snarled like a wild animal. “Get out! You have no right to be here.”
The man’s eyebrow lifted again in an arrogant way that infuriated her. Could he see the steam coming out of her ears? Why wasn’t he running away from the violent urges she fought to contain?
“I think I have every right. I want to see him either rot or do the time the good people of the U. S. of A. justice system ordered him to do.”
Every muscle in her face tightened until she thought she’d turn to stone. “Get out of here now before I call security.”
He shrugged. “Go right ahead.”

Tonight on the Write Stuff — Child of Dust from Shoba Sadler

If you loved the movie LION starring Dev Patel and Nicole Kidman, you will be touched by what Amerasian Bryan Nguyen had to endure as a child.

Beautiful but spoilt Vietnamese socialite, Cao Kim Lye, learns of her parents shocking death from the dashing Amerasian family chauffeur, Bryan Nguyen.Kim steps out of a world of crystal and chandelier to enter the dust and chaos of working-class Hanoi. She finds herself living under the roof of a shop cum living quarters with Bryan and his adoptive family.
Ever conscious of the privileged class, Kim struggles against the emotional ties she forms towards Bryan, the reluctant saviour, who considers her an unnecessary hitch to his already complicated life.
He still bears the scars of abandonment by his mother and his American GI father when U.S. troops pulled out of Vietnam.
Eventually Bryan and Kim’s powerful attraction to each other begins to break down the wall between them.

Join me for this delightful conversation from down under as I talk to Australian author Shoba Sadler. Listen in at 646-668-8485. Or, download Stitcher on your mobile device. Or, click on the link her

 

 


Shoba Sadler has been a freelance journalist for 20 years and founder of Agape magazine in Malaysia. She is a versatile inspirational author who writes in multiple genres. She has pioneered a new genre in inspirational multi-cultural writing with her novel Child of Dust and some of her many award-winning short stories can be read here http://shobasadler.com/free-reads/

Her passion for writing is matched only by her passion for cooking with farm fresh produce. She lives a healthy lifestyle on a farm with her husband, Kevin, a talented musician, who also loves to surf and ski. They grow their own vegetables and fruits and share their home with a multitude of animals and wildlife. They are passionate about buying directly from local farmers who practice organic farming.

Write Stuff Author Spotlight — Never by Joy Avery

Write Now Literary is pleased to announce Never, Book Release Tour with author Joy  Avery on December 13, 2016.

Publication Date: November 14, 2016.

Genre: Contemporary Romance

ASIN: B01MSLP8FO


About The Book


Never say what love can’t—or won’t—do.

Balloon Artist Gadiya Lassiter never imagined waking up without the love of her life, small-town fire chief Nico Dupree. Then one day, it becomes her tortured reality. Fast-forward two years…he’s back and making his intentions to rekindle their flame known. But she vows to never love him again. As determined as she is to keep her heart out of his hands, love seems to have its own agenda.

For Nico, returning home to Mount Pleasance, North Carolina is not without its benefits. The most valuable, Gadiya. He’s determined to reclaim her heart—despite her obvious goal to hate him. But he’s not giving up on her; not again. He’ll just have to convince her the disdain she harbors for him is far less potent than the love he knows she still has for him. And he’ll do it one scorching kiss at a time.

As their attraction grows hotter and hotter, will Gadiya be able to escape the flames, or will Nico’s fire consume her?
About The Author

By day, Joy Avery works as a customer service assistant. By night, the North Carolina native travels to imaginary worlds—creating characters whose romantic journeys invariably end happily ever after.

Since she was a young girl growing up in Garner, Joy knew she wanted to write. Stumbling onto romance novels, she discovered her passion for love stories; instantly, she knew these were the type stories she wanted to pen.  Real characters. Real journeys. Real good love is what you’ll find in a Joy Avery romance.

Joy is married with one child. When not writing, she enjoys reading, cake decorating, pretending to expertly play the piano, driving her husband insane, and playing with her two dogs.
Joy is a member of Romance Writers of America and Heart of Carolina Romance Writers.
Excerpt
Nico allowed Gadiya to escape his hold. He may not have broken her shell, but he’d surely cracked it. As she made her way across the floor, he said, “I’ll tell you what’s a waste of time. Your fighting this. You have a right to be pissed at me, Gadiya, but you can’t deny you still feel something for me.”
This stopped her in her tracks. Whipping around, she charged him like a raging bull. “Anything I may have felt for you in the past is long gone. I feel nothing for you now, Nico Dupree. Nothing. And I never will.”

“Is that why you’re still single?” He regretted the words the moment they escaped. There could have been a myriad of reasons why she wasn’t in a relationship, none of them having anything to do with him.

Gadiya slowly shook her head, something in her expression turning sad. “The reason I’m still single has nothing to do with you. But if you must know, I decided to never give my heart to another man, because the one man I trusted with it, shattered it into tiny pieces. I loved that jerk, that coward, far more than he deserved. I loved him far more than breathing, which was okay, because, with him, I never feared suffocating. He gave me life. Then he took it away.”
Nico hadn’t expected her powerful summation. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move toward her, could hardly breathe. All he could do was dumbly stare into her glistening eyes, then at her back as she turned to leave.

Gadiya stopped at the door. Over her shoulder, she said, “On second thought, I guess my being single has everything to do with you. I never want to see you again, Nico. You are dead to me. Just like the idea of me ever loving you again.”
With that, she was gone.


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Write Stuff Author Spotlight — The Preacher’s Promise by Piper Huguley — .99 cents #sale and #EXCERPT

“If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king.”—Daniel 3:17

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1866 – Oberlin, Ohio Devastated by her father’s death days after her triumphant graduation from Oberlin College, Amanda Stewart is all alone in the world. Her father’s unscrupulous business partner offers her an indecent proposal to earn a living. Instead, to fulfill a promise she made to her father, she resolves to start a school to educate and uplift their race. Sorting through her father’s papers, she discovers he had carried on a mysterious correspondence with a plantation in Milford, Georgia. She determines to start her teaching work with the formerly enslaved. However, when she arrives, the mayor tells her to leave. There’s no where for her to go.

Virgil Smithson, Milford’s mayor, blacksmith and sometimes preacher man with a gift for fiery oratory, doesn’t want anything to do with a snobby schoolteacher from up North. On top of everything else, the schoolteacher lady has a will hard enough to match the iron he forges. He must organize his fellow formerly enslaved citizens into a new town and raise his young daughter alone. Still, his troubled past haunts him. He cannot forget the promise he made to his daughter’s mother as she died—that their child would learn to read and write. If only he didn’t have secrets that the new schoolteacher seems determined to uncover.

To keep THE PREACHER’S PROMISE, Amanda and Virgil must put aside their enmity, unite for the sake of a newly-created community in a troubling age, and do things they never imagined. In the aftermath of the flood that was the Civil War, God set his bow upon the earth to show love and understanding for humankind. To reflect God’s promise, these combatants must put aside their differences and come together–somehow.

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Many Strange Women — Excerpt

I guess if I’m going to share Book 2 of the Sins of the Flesh series with you, I oughta share an excerpt from the first book, Many Strange Women. Due to your support, Many Strange Women, was on Amazon’s Top 100 Bestsellers for African American Women’s Fiction for several months.   I’ll be back live on January 6th. Yippee!

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1534925_511858148930398_1154611047_oRopes of candy cane bound Solomon to the chair while a giant marshmallow gagged him. A single light bulb hung from a thin wire in the ceiling, and the rest of the room was bathed in darkness. Tears stung his eyes as he fought against his candy cane restraints around his chest, arms, wrists, and feet—but they had the strength of marble. The marshmallow refused to dissolve in his mouth and remained even as he tried to bite down.

The doorway suddenly darkened by the curvaceous figure of a woman.

“Eric Blake,” the woman’s voice spoke, and it smoothed over him like frigid water flowing over rocks.

Solomon’s eyes widened as she advanced, vibrant like an Irish rose. The light revealed her in phases, bottom to top. Long, dainty feet with strawberry colored toenails were hemmed by matching silk pajama pants edged with lace. Slim legs seductively clung to by the silk stretched the fabric. The hourglass waistline was accentuated by a V-neck halter top, and curly copper hair surrounded a long, elegant neck. Jade eyes edged by long curly lashes, an upturned nose and childishly pouty lips. Her arms were slender and sinewy and in her hands she clinched a coiled whip of candy cane.

A scythe of glacial, nipping fear sliced into Solomon’s body, opened his chest and exposed his thudding heart. Over and over as each step brought the woman closer, fear flayed him. With renewed vigor, he fought against the candy cane rope. He twisted and tugged at his wrists in an effort to set him free. The marshmallow bulged and expanded until it overlapped the corners of his mouth.

“Eric Blake,” the woman’s mouth moved as her tongue darted out and over her lips.

The marshmallow gag muffled his scream.

“Oh yes! That sound!” The woman laughed as she rolled her eyes and neck in a movement of pleasure.

Solomon struggled violently. He wrenched at the candy cane ropes, twisted his wrists and grappled with his toes to move the chair. His face flushed with blood from his exertions. The chair rocked back and forth but never fell. The ropes tightened their hold; the candy cane glowed in the light. He had to escape. He had to try!

The woman purred. Her eyes darkened to the color of mold and the mirth vanished from her face as an expression of intent drew her eyebrows together and her mouth fell slightly open in anticipation.

The whip uncoiled; the red and white bands twisted together and met at a point. She backed away until she was once again shaded by darkness and then silhouetted by light pouring in from the doorway. He saw the dark figure of her arm rise.

The tip of the whip cracked against his chest, and he flinched instinctively but there wasn’t any pain. It fell again, this time on his stomach, and he jolted. The sound echoed in the air like a firecracker. Over and over, it touched various parts of his body. He didn’t know how long he sat there as he shivered from response, felt no pain but was utterly trapped by his candied bonds and tormented by a beautiful woman.

Then it was over, and the woman walked back to him, hips swaying. She reached out and pulled the marshmallow gag from his mouth and threw it to the ground. It shattered like glass on the floor.

“No, no, no,” he moaned, and once more struggled against his bonds.

“It’s time to eat, Eric Blake.” She panted harshly, the red lips wide open as she gulped.

“No, please, no! Get away from me!” Solomon screeched, rocking the chair again.

“I will never go away,” she whispered as she leaned over him. Her hair cascaded over him in a coppery waterfall. Her mouth opened over his shoulder, and her teeth sank into his flesh and left a gaping hole in his shoulder.

In horror, he gazed at his shoulder. It was marshmallow with a candy cane center.

Solomon jerked awake from his dream. He scraped at his shoulder fervently, expecting to see a marshmallow wound. A few seconds passed before he stopped and longer for his heart to stop its attempt to escape the confines of his ribcage. He pushed the covers away from his sweat-drenched body. The cool air rushed against his skin and he welcomed it. Darkness shrouded everything except for a pinprick of red light from his digital clock: 4:30.

“Dear God,” he breathed into the quiet room.

He exhaled a long breath. Would he ever escape his past?