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{September 30, 2009}   Honor Thy Neighbor: Snippets!

As promised, I’m posting various snippets from my new release, Honor Thy Neighbor. Honor Thy Neighbor is a mystery/crime novel that also falls into the romance genre due to the fantastic relationship between the two main characters: Ashlynn and Sean Myerson. Enjoy the snippets, and leave me a comment or two telling me which were your favorites! Thanks! … ~Valerie

Mystery Snippet #1:

Walking down the sidewalk and into the alley, she spied Eliza’s car in its usual spot. As she made her way around the car to the back door, a startled scream parted her lips. She found Eliza prostrate on the ground between the car and the shop’s rear door—the petal pink dress she wore saturated with her own blood.

Romance Snippet #1:

Ashlynn sat up, the sheet falling from her shoulders to reveal her naked torso, healthy and toned. “We haven’t made love yet.”

Sean turned, his eyes drinking in the view she willingly gave him. His body reacted. Her auburn tresses—unkempt by sleep’s beautician—poured over her shoulder, barely covering the firm swell of flesh. Her passion always turned her sultry blue eyes a subtle shade of navy.

Mystery Snippet #2:

“Alex spotted someone in the yard at the front of Leo’s house,” Nancy said to Sean. “He lost sight when the figure went around the side of the house.”

“Call the station. Get a car up there now,” Sean ordered. “They’re supposed to be patrolling the neighborhood, so it won’t take long to get a response. Dispatch will log your calls as anonymous tips. There won’t be any trails leading back to this house.”

Romance Snippet #2:

Sean searched her eyes, seeing nothing but love and desire there. His mouth met hers. He needed more from her, had to have more from her. Releasing the front clasp, he parted the soft silkiness of her bra, her breasts poured out and into his waiting hands. He tasted her, every bare inch of her breasts. The cool rainwater blended with her natural taste, inciting him to seek more from her.

His mouth moved along her neck, over her shoulders and again on her breasts before returning to her mouth.

Mystery Snippet #3:

Sean lowered his voice. “Is there a safe place behind the bar for my weapon?”

Leo showed his first sign of uneasiness. “There’s an old cash drawer beneath the bar. We stopped using it when we got the computerized registers. No one even remembers it’s there. Will that do?”

“As long as it’s accessible.” Sean glanced around. “Anyone besides you know what I’m really doing here?”

The older man paused, searching Sean’s eyes. “No one suspects a thing. Frank put out the word he wanted to hire a new bartender. Everyone knew.”

“What happened to the last bartender?”

“Someone murdered him.”

Romance Snippet #3:

“Nancy and Alex will be here in an hour. Are you getting up, or shall I conduct the strategy session in our bedroom?”

Tossing the sheet away from her, she stood and stretched. As she moved past him she whispered, “You may have won the round, but your eyes tell me you lost the bout.”

Catching her around the waist, he brought her naked body flush against him “I’d say you’re lethal.”

Mystery Snippet #4:

Nancy handed Cain the plastic bag containing the letter. “Sean wants it taken to Forensics.”

“When did he get this?”

“Sometime this morning. Leo found it when he opened the restaurant. Sean said it refers to a boy who’s been seeing Leo’s daughter. Apparently, he’s not in high school. He has his own agenda.”

“Where’s the girl now?”

Romance Snippet #4:

“Where are we?” she finally asked.

“I don’t know. I think we’re in a basement or under a porch. I don’t know.”

“How long have we been here?”

“I don’t know that, either. They drugged me after I put you in the car. I can’t be sure of the day, either.”

A small laugh parted her lips. “You are a well of information. What time is it?”


“Looks like you got one right,” she mused.

“I do my best.”

{September 29, 2009}   Cover Corner: Stacey Coverstone

The Write Time & Place extends a warm welcome to this week’s Cover Corner author in the spotlight, Stacey Coverstone. Stacey comes to fiction writing with a background in children’s literature. With books like Delaney’s Crossing, we’re glad she made the transition from kiddie lit to western romances! Please leave Stacey a comment at the end of her showcase and let her know your thoughts! Thanks so much! … ~Valerie


cover Delaneys Crossing


A 300-year old Celtic curse unites a career woman from the present with a western doctor from the past.

Delaney Marshall is disappointed with the dating scene and making costly mistakes in her career. On a day when everything goes wrong, a rainbow appears and a strange little Irish cabbie urges her to cross a bridge she’s never seen before–causing her to question her sanity after realizing she’s stepped into a Wild West 121 years in the past.

Gabriel Whitman, a handsome bachelor with a secret, is the town doctor in 1888 Phoenix. When a runaway wagon threatens the life of a pretty blonde in a short skirt and mismatched shoes, he pushes her out of harm’s way–and more than sparks from the wagon wheels start to fly.

Somehow Delaney’s traveled into another world and found the man of her dreams. But can true love transcend the separation of time?


When Delaney glanced at her watch, she realized the celebration had carried on for two hours. She had a headache and felt dizzy. She placed three fingers to her aching forehead.

Gabriel helped her to her feet. “Are you all right?” he asked. “You’re pale.”

She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Although she wasn’t sure she was okay, she signaled by shaking her head and let her eyes sweep across the ramada. The Pima were leaving, disappearing into the dark like phantoms in the night.

Dances With Wind and her newly christened Flying Star were lifted and taken back to their hogan in the hide, by the same broad shouldered men who had carried them out. Running Deer, She Who Dreams, and One Who Cries followed their mother and baby brother. He Who Fights Bravely waited behind and stood in front of Delaney in all his bare-chested beauty.

She stared into his deep brown eyes. She was mesmerized, drunk, high, confused, and aroused all at the same time. She grabbed Gabriel’s hand and squeezed. He squeezed back. She wondered what was to come next. It had been a very weird night so far. A shiver ran down her spine as He Who Fights Bravely asked, “You like celebration?”

“Yes. Very much.” It was all she could squeak out.

He moved his head up and down—once—firmly. “Follow me.”

He led the couple to a small dwelling far down the road, past his own home. It was located right on the banks of the river. The bright moon’s rays lit up the splashing water, which shone like diamonds. Delaney had a strong desire to strip and go skinny-dipping.

“Stay here tonight,” the Indian said, making an arc with the sweep of his hand. “You make love.” He looked back and forth, between them.

Seemed there’d be no conversation about it. He Who Fights Bravely spun around and sprang off like a gazelle back down the road.

Stunned, the two of them stood frozen, speechless for a moment. The man’s announcement had awakened Delaney from her drug-induced reverie with a jolt, as if ice water had been thrown on her. But it was Gabriel who found his voice first. He quietly said, “Well, our mutual friend certainly seems determined to get us together tonight.”

The corners of her mouth tilted. The drink had made her reckless and over-confident. Silently, she grasped his hand and pulled him inside. The entrance to the hogan was much smaller than the one He Who Fights Bravely and his family lived in. They bent down and crawled on their hands and knees through the small arched doorway. When her eyes adjusted to the dark surroundings, she glimpsed the makings of a soft animal hide and fur bed on the ground. Crawling toward the bed, she drew Gabriel with her.


“Stacey Coverstone has once again made her name in the world of writing.” ~Brenda Talley, reviewer, The Romance Studio

“A pleasant romance with likeable characters that exlores what we value in life and the importance of finding our calling.” ~Carol, reviewer, Love Western Romance

Stacey’s Biography:

Stacey Coverstone lives in Maryland with her husband, daughters, horses, German Shepherds, and some barn cats. She has a Master’s degree in Human Resources Development and works at a private liberal arts college. She’s been writing all her life and is the published author of five romances and two books for children. Having fallen in love with cowboys at an early age, her favorite genre to write is the western romance, both contemporary and historical. When she’s not writing, Stacey enjoys horseback riding, photography, scrapbooking, and traveling—especially the American West where most of her stories take place.


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{September 24, 2009}   That Taste of Orange

It’s Thursday, and I have very good news to share! Yesterday, I approved the new cover for my November 2009 release, That Taste of Orange. Amanda Kelsey is the artist. She’s the wonderful person who designed the cover for my July 2009 release, Her Last. I got rave reviews on that cover from you, my readers! Sadly, she does not display that cover on her portfolio, but that’s okay. She’s only got so much space! Still, you can view Amanda’s portfolio here. As soon as I get the various sizes of the cover, I’ll be hopping over to The Write Time & Place just to post one for everyone to see.

New covers are always so exciting. They get me revved up about a new release, and the debut of the cover always begins the onslaught of promotional activity for that release.

On a writer’s group I belong to, a fellow writer was posting snippets of her latest release. These were nothing more than 3-4 lines of tantalizing story bits aimed to get the reader salivating about her story. It worked! So now I have a new promotional tool to use right here! Look for snippets of Honor Thy Neighbor to begin appearing. And as the release day for That Taste of Orange approaches, watch for snippets of that, too!

Okay, that’s it for me. Off to the office. Yay! (not).

Have a fantabulous Thursday!


{September 22, 2009}   Cover Corner: Lavada Dee!

The Write Time & Place is very pleased to welcome this week’s Cover Corner guest, best selling author, Lavada Dee. Lavada’s new Siren-Bookstrand release, Forever Love debuts today. Lavada’s current book, For Love or Money topped the best seller list almost instantly after being released. Check out both of her books below. Make sure you leave Lavada your comments and feedback at the end of the post. ~Valerie

Forever Love:

“I admire women who escape abusive and violent relationships to build a new life for themselves. I can imagine their sacrifices, fears and loneliness. I wanted to write a romance around the dark side of their life to bring out the hope of happy endings.” ~ Lavada ~

ld-flRoman Ragazzi, criminologist turned best selling author, works as a special investigator for the prosecutor’s office. When Bethany Towers is assigned to prosecute his latest case he has a problem. He thought he’d gotten over his love for her, but finds out a love like theirs isn’t all that easy to walk away from.

Bethany knows she’ll be working closely with Roman, and she’s not sure she can keep her professional and personal feelings separate. She’s loved him for what seems like forever and knows she always will. Once he felt the same way, then she made a decision that changed their lives. Will telling him the whole story restore his love, and what about his trust? She wants it all.


As she slowly inched away from him, his hand tightened, pulling her hard against him. The breath she’d been holding came out in a soft groan of pleasure. Giving up the pretense of wanting to get up she rolled over and pulled herself up so she could reach his mouth. Lowering her mouth, she kissed him. He might not have been fully awake, but his senses evidently didn’t need his mind to react. Bethany gave a sigh as his tongue parted her lips and he deepened the kiss. He found the clasp on her skirt and slid it down. She helped him remove the rest of her clothes until all she had on were the thigh highs. His voice was whiskey rough. “Leave them on.”

With frustration, she worked the buttons on his shirt. He wouldn’t stay still long enough for her to get them undone. “Help me. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

At her softly spoken words, he took her hands away and finished the job himself. Pulling her back against him he said, “You feel so good, so soft, so….mine.”

It had to be early because the room was dark. Rolling away, Roman opened the door to the nightstand and took out protection. At same time, he snapped the lamp on.

It all took little more than a second, but long enough for Bethany to come fully awake and have second thoughts. A blush spread across her face and her voice shook. “I know I started this, but it probably isn’t a good idea.”

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Roman couldn’t believe what he heard. He’d woken up to all of Bethany. She’d been open and passionate as she’d kissed him awake and almost melted into him. Now, it wasn’t a good idea? With a groan he fell back across the bed. Shielding his eyes with his forearm, he willed himself to gain control. It didn’t work. With a curse he rolled over intending to get up, but at his first sight of her, he knew he couldn’t walk away from this. Her hair fell in sexy disarray and her lips were full and soft from their kisses. When she nervously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, he groaned and reached over, drawing her down with him on the bed.

She started to say something, but Roman put the tip of his finger against her mouth, silencing her. “Shush, no more second guessing. No more, all right?”

Bethany shook her head in assent and, snuggling against him, reached up and covered his mouth with hers. “I need you now. Please.” She breathed into his mouth.

“Make sure, because in another second I’m going to be beyond stopping. Beyond thinking. Tell me again you want me. You want this.”

“I do. I want you so much I ache.” She nipped on the lobe of his ear letting her breath tease his neck. “Please, I need to feel you inside me, moving and . . .” She broke of with a soft moan.

Romans soft laugh filled the room as he said, “Damn, I love it when you talk like this.”

Slipping his hand between her legs, he could feel that she was more than ready. Good, ready was good. This wouldn’t to take long and that was a shame. Click to continue reading.

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For Love or Money:

“One of my favorite movies is Pretty Woman. In this story, Megan, like Julia Roberts character in the movie, is out of her element in the world of the hero. To me, a must for a good story is being engaged in the emotion of the characters. Megan and Alex will bring you in as they struggle for their happily ever after.” ~ Lavada Dee ~

ld-flomWealthy hotel owner Alexander Colin King wants a child and heir. He is used to getting what he wants and he wants Megan Moore for the mother of his baby. Alex knows he can make his proposal easier if he takes a more traditional approach, but he will be honest with Megan. No courting, no wine and roses. This is going to be a business proposal.

When Alex presents her with his business proposal, Megan at first thinks he’s asking her to be a surrogate mother, but he quickly makes it clear he intends to create a child the traditional way.


Alex took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to be easy, but he was used to getting what he wanted, and he wanted Megan. He knew he could make it easier if he took a more traditional approach, but from the beginning, he’d known he would be honest with her. No courting, no wine and roses. This was going to be a business proposal. However, he hadn’t factored Rebecca’s health into his plan. The way things were playing out, his proposal was going to be more brutal than honest. Megan worked for him, and now more than ever she needed her job. He held the winning cards. With Rebecca’s heart condition, Megan didn’t have much of a choice other than the one he intended to offer her unless she filed a harassment suit. If she did, he knew with her limited funds, and the legal counsel he had at his disposal, he would win. He also knew that if she went that route he’d instruct his attorney to settle. Either way Rebecca was going to get the best medical treatment money could buy.

Physically, she was everything he could want. She was a medium height of five foot five, and her figure was perfectly proportioned. She didn’t flaunt her looks, and dressed on the conservative side, though it didn’t matter, with her violet eyes and sensual mouth, she could be wearing a gunnysack.

Alex watched that mouth now, and was tempted to reach over and trace her lip with his finger. Not tonight, though. She wouldn’t let him tonight, but by next week, if he had his way…

Alex lifted his coffee, taking the time to gather his thoughts. He anticipated the impact of his proposal, and his heart thudded with the challenge. “I know it’s been a long day, and you’re tired. In truth, it would be better if we could put off talking until tomorrow. However, with Rebecca’s medical condition, we don’t have the luxury of time. The next few days are going to be hard.”

Alex stood up and walked across the room. “I heard most of what the doctor told you about Rebecca’s condition. I can guess the rest.”

Agitated, he ran his hands through his hair and sat back down on the couch. “Unless I’m mistaken, King’s Crown employs you as a casual employee, which means you’re not covered with the company’s health insurance.”

Megan’s eyes looked bruised. “No. You’re right; I don’t have any insurance.”

Standing up, she visibly pulled herself together. “I really have to go. This is my problem, not yours. I appreciate your kindness in stopping in at the hospital and for dinner, but it’s getting late and, as you pointed out, the next few days are going to be stressful, to say the least.”

Alex started to answer, but Megan interrupted him. “I know I don’t have sick leave either. Hopefully, Rebecca will recover quickly, and I can return to work before you have to replace me.”

Alex grated out his next word’s with a harsh tone. “I’ll take care of Rebecca’s medical expenses.”

Megan scooted to the edge of the sofa. “Why? You hardly know me. Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I can handle this.”

“Yeah, right. In the meantime, the clock is ticking for your daughter. If you try to get State Aid, which you no doubt can, it’s going to take time.”

Alex knew he was being brutal but continued on anyway. “Megan, you have to know what money can buy. Look around you. Hell, that car out there cost just under three hundred thousand. If I finance the operation, Rebecca will have the best. That means the best doctors and the best accommodations. Do you honestly think you can provide what she needs?”

He paused. “Well maybe what she needs, but is that all you want? To provide only the bare necessities?”

Megan blinked back tears. “So, what are you proposing, a loan? It will take me awhile to pay it back, but I have a friend who can help me get an extra job that pays well.”

“And who takes care of Rebecca while you hold down two jobs?”

Megan lowered her gaze to the floor. “This job is nights, after Rebecca is in bed, and our neighbor who watches her now can just spend the night. Besides…” Megan broke off. Taking a deep breath, she continued. “Besides, I wouldn’t have to work every night. Kel…my friend, says I’d have to work only a couple of nights a week.”

She didn’t have to finish the sentence for him to know she was talking about Kelly. Alex clenched his teeth shut on the nasty reply he wanted to make. He’d spent most of the day with King’s Crown security and the police. To add to his frustration, he’d wanted to fire Kelly outright, but they’d convinced him to hold off and give them a chance to close the escort service down by getting the top guys. Kelly, the receptionist that worked alongside Megan, was using the hotel for a place of business, and he didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know exactly how Megan intended getting the money to pay him back. Still, he wanted to hear her say it. “Do you have any idea of the cost for this kind of operation?”

Still avoiding eye contact, Megan kept her gaze focused on the floor in front of Alex. “When the first tests came back, I checked with the hospital office to get an idea of the costs. They said somewhere between a hundred and two hundred thousand. When I talked to the doctor, he confirmed it.”

So she had done her homework and knew how much money she was going to need. He winced at what it would take to get it. Even if she was good, which equated to expensive, that was going to be a lot of late-night work. He’d be damned if he cared. That she was willing to prostitute herself only helped the case he was going to make.

Alex leaned back against the sofa, giving the allusion of comfort, when he was feeling anything but comfortable with what he was saying. “I have a better option for you. You need money, and I have it. On the flip side, I need you for something I want.”

Megan’s head snapped up and Alex paused. In her eyes he saw what a cornered animal looked like just before it sprang for the jugular. The look was there for a only second, then gone. He had to give her credit; she was a fighter and a smart one. Click to continue reading.


5 BOOKS: “While For Love or Money features a marriage-of-convenience premise that has been done countless times before, I enjoyed this author’s take on the premise and the surprises and twists she threw in with the characters and their relationship with one another. For Love or Money is a extremely pleasurable story filled with characters you can’t help but come to love.” — Long and Short Romance Review

5 HEARTS: “This story is extremely thought provoking, making anyone who reads this story stop and think about how you would have reacted if you were in Megan’s shoes… For Love Or Money is an excellent name for this book, for both Alex and Megan will have to chose which road they will take. A great book with loving and passionate scenes written with good taste and a nice storyline for everyone to enjoy.” — Margo Arthur, The Romance Studio

Both books are available through Siren-BookStrand

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About Lavada:

Lavada lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She is an avid reader, enjoying almost all genres. She takes the advice to write what you enjoy reading to heart and her goal is to write books that cross genres, taking the reader on different paths with equally enjoyable and captivating stories.

A dreamer, Lavada has a need to create. She worked in the computer field designing and developing first mainframe applications and later web sites. The art of writing has proved to be a challenge but it gives her satisfaction beyond anything she could have dreamed. When not writing, Lavada enjoys reading, web development, and being with her husband and their very alpha Jack Russell Terrier.

{September 20, 2009}   Ladies and Gents, I give you…

my sister, Janis.

Janis.2Isn’t she a cutie? Now, this photo’s just a couple years old…well, okay, so maybe a couple decades old, but she’s not changed all that much. I mean, she’s taller now. 😛

This post is in response to a comment she made right here on my blog. Plus, Janis is about to have a birthday, which is September 30th. My sister has one of the most beautiful smiles I’ve ever come across, but more importantly, she has a truly beautiful spirit. Whenever I’m feeling down or just out of sorts, she seems to know and she either calls or e-mails me and everything just seems to fall right back into place.

Recently, she returned to college to get a degree in criminal justice. During the course of her studies, she had to write an essay about a living person. She chose me. Her words touched my heart in a deep, meaningful way. While I’ve not got a professor to assign this essay to me, I felt compelled to write something about her.

In my family, my dad was a humongous supporter of my dreams. I say was because he passed away unexpectedly in November 2001 at the way-too-young age of 63. When I got my first publishing contract after his death, I thought, “I wish Dad was here to share this.” I was certain no one would share it with me on that type of level like my dad would share it with me. I was wrong. Very wrong. Of course, Steve, my husband, shares in my joys on his own very special level, which is different. However, Janis stood out from the pack.

She reads my work and offers me all her feedback. On the college campus, she’s like a walking, talking billboard for my books. She tells everyone about her sister the writer. Just like Dad would have done!

When friends of mine planned my first ever book signing combined with a reception, Janis and her eldest daughter, Rebekah, traveled 130 miles to attend. They arrived early, helped me prepare, and then spent the whole day at the reception cheering me on, standing behind me or beside me, laughing, chatting, hugging, and smiling. She spoke of my father that day and how he would have rejoiced in my accomplishment. Her words meant more to me than she’ll ever know. Her support, her encouragement, her belief in me, and her constant flow of love toward me remind me so very much of my dad. In his absence, I surely have been blessed with her–my sister, Janis! I love you! Janis.3

{September 17, 2009}   On Changes…

Being from southwestern Pennsylvania has its advantages.  We have four–count ’em FOUR–very distinct seasons.  As an author, my creativity is stimulated by each changing season.  I love the beauty of nature no matter the time of year.  Here, my surroundings are preparing for that fabulous burst of color known as Autumn.

We have a screened in living space in which I spend a lot of time from late spring to early fall.  I have a fabulous swing that I usually put a writing table in front of, load up my laptop and a beverage of choice, and sit there and write.  Many times, I just sit and look around me.  A range of large hills–slightly too small to be called mountains–is directly across from me in a distance, but close enough to see the foliage changing color.  It’s spectacular in the Autumn, incredible in the winter during and directly after a snow fall, and breathtaking in the spring.  During the summer it’s…well…green.  A set of train tracks runs through it.  The whole setting is far enough away that when the train chugs by, it always looks like a miniature train set.

Currently, I notice that our cool evenings and hot, humid days are beginning to cause that chemical change in the trees and leaves are starting to show signs of color change.  I’m excited about that because I’ve been needing a creative charge.  I have the next book in the Myerson Mystery series written, but I need to get motivated to edit it and submit.  Thankfully, my friend Jay–also a writer–has graciously offered to help me with that.  But in order to begin sending him chapters, I need to go through them, make one more pass through and revise where necessary.  Then he’ll go through, add his comments and edit suggestions, and pass it back.

I was very fortunate to have his help with Honor Thy Neighbor.  And I greatly appreciate that.  Thanks, Jay!

I’m looking forward to Autumn so that I can get creatively recharged and get cracking on this manuscript.  Otherwise, readers might cool on the series and I can’t allow that to happen!

What’s your favorite time of the year?

Have a great Thursday!

{September 16, 2009}   The envelope please…

Good Wednesday Morning!

Release day came and went pretty much in a blur. Time was spent in reader loops promoting, inquiring about reviews, reading over the list of reviewers my publisher sent the book out to, answering e-mail, and holding a raffle for the lucky winner of a download of my new release Honor Thy Neighbor.

I won’t hold you in suspense any longer. The name selected to receive the free download is Bud Z.! Congratulations, Bud!!!

Here are the answers to the questions asked:

  1. Angelica Behrens claims her father taught her everything she knows about journalism as well as how to hold her liquor!

  2. Sean deflects Angelica’s cop accusation by saying he just moved to Oakmont from Canada and the only newspapers he’s seen are those used to pack glassware!

  3. Ashlynn wants to apply to the police academy but Sean keeps telling her they don’t have any openings!

  4. In my interview, I say that the Myerson Mystery Series would make a great TV series, and The Lincoln Room would make an excellent movie!

Thanks for playing along!

If you’ve purchased the book…thanks so much for instilling your reading confidence in my work! Readers are always appreciate by a writer.

Hope everyone has a great day!

To purchase Honor Thy Neighbor please click the title.

Thanks again everyone for making release day exceptional!


{September 15, 2009}   Cover Corner: ME!

Good Tuesday morning! This week’s Cover Corner is happy to welcome…Me! LOL. It’s corny, I know, but I’m truly excited about my new release, Honor Thy Neighbor, which debuts today! So thank you for stopping by today. I hope you’ll take the time to read one more excerpt and leave me a comment! Thanks so much! …Valerie

HTN.1.fullDetective Matthew Hayes sat at the bar talking to the sole surviving partner of the Sundown Restaurant. Leo Ciarra, a man of small stature with graying black hair and a thin mustache, stood opposite the detective, nervously twirling the ice in his empty highball glass.

“I’m telling you,” Leo began for the tenth time that afternoon, his voice cracking and hinting at his desperation. “Frank’s dead because of a mob hit. I know that as sure as I know I’m next in line.” Leo smoothed back the wispy remains of his receding hairline and began twirling the ice in the glass again. “The moment Frank became a model citizen and called the police over that body found in the alley, our days began to tick off one by one.”

Matt took a long draw on his ginger ale then leaned farther into the counter, his eyes connecting with Leo’s. “Mr. Ciarra, I promise you I’m keeping a close eye on both you and your family.”

“Yeah, well who’s keeping a close eye on you? You need backup, young man.”

Just then a commotion at the front door pulled Leo’s attention from his glass. Matt turned in time to see a gunman raise his arm and take aim. “Get down!” Matt yelled as he quickly drew his 9mm semi-automatic from the holster on his belt.

Shots rang out and Matt felt the hot metal slice through his left shoulder before another shot pummeled his chest. The blast of the bullets jerked his body backward, throwing him into the bar’s railing. On the way to the floor, he knocked his head on the same railing. The screams of the patrons filled Detective Sergeant Hayes’ ears as darkness closed in around him. continue reading


To celebrate this new release, I’ll be giving away one free download to one lucky fan who answers the questions listed below by sending their responses to me in an email. Winner will be chosen randomly from all correct entries. Good luck and thank you for sharing release day with me!

There are two excerpts posted on this blog and one excerpt posted on Siren-Bookstrand’s website. All questions will come from those excerpts and the bonus question will come from my author’s page, which is connected to the book’s excerpt page. Easy!

  1. Who claims that her father taught her the tricks of his trade and how to hold her liquor?

  2. While he’s undercover, a newspaper reporter accuses Sean of being a cop. How does he deflect this accusation?

  3. What does Ashlynn want to attend that Sean keeps insisting she shouldn’t?

  4. BONUS: In my Bookstrand interview, which of my books do I say would make a great movie and which would make a great TV series?

Okay, there you have it! Click the book’s cover above to go to the interview and click the continue reading button above to go to the book’s excerpt page. And don’t forget about the excerpt previously posted to this blog. Simply scroll down! Email your answers to me by midnight eastern daylight savings time and the winner will be announced tomorrow! Thanks again for sharing release day with me. Watch for the paperback in February 2010!

Contact me: beaware265 @ (remember to delete the spaces before and after the @)

{September 1, 2009}   Cover Corner: Harvey Tate

Welcome to Cover Corner. Please join me in welcoming a talented writer and an all around decent chap…Harvey Tate. Harvey’s busy promoting his current release As The Wind Walks with Asylett Press, and preparing for a new release with Champagne Books. Take a moment to read a blurb of As The Wind Walks, learn a little about Harvey, and leave him a comment to let him know you liked what you saw and read. Thanks so much! …Valerie

As The Wind Walks…

ATWW_BookFront_LRGAs The Wind Walks is an epic tale of two men who represent two different eras, their wars and loves. Both grow and mature in crucibles of conflict–the Civil War and World War II.

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David Werner is a ninety-four year old veteran of the American Civil war. His great grandson, Edmund Carter faces maturity in 1940s Baltimore.

While his great grandfather recounts his time in the Union Army, after enlisting at the age of fourteen, Edmund considers his own immediate future in the military. As the candle burns low for David, Edmund’s flame and passion are ignited–not only for war, but for a remarkable girl.

The Civil War and World War II sagas take in the Fifty-Fifth Ohio Volunteer Regiment of 1861 to 1865, and the Marine Raiders in the Pacific. The story uncovers two loves amongst the misery of these wars–the love between grandfather and grandson, and their love for the women who guide them. It also encompasses the friendships that strengthen their characters. It is an account told through the eyes of ordinary men who stood tall at a time when their country needed them.

All About Harvey Tate:

Harvey R. Tate was born in Uniontown, Pennsylvania and raised in the Canton section of Baltimore, Maryland. He stumbled into a love of learning while attending California University of Pennsylvania–graduating with a degree in education. He later earned a Master’s Degree from Towson University. He counts three children and seven grandchildren among his accomplishments.

After thirty-one years as a teacher and high school administrator, all in Anne Arundel County, Maryland, Harvey retired. He and his wife Susan are recent transplants to Virginia and the Richmond area. He writes for the love of it, and to answer the questions “What are you doing now” and “What are the perfect words that fit the universal puzzle”. He has authored three novels. His writing influences include Loren Eiseley, Michael Shaara, Ray Bradbury, and early comic books.

A creature of habit, Harvey can be found on most days ordering a decaf Americano at Coffee Lane in Mechanicsville, Virginia.

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