Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Next Big Thing


I  get to be Queen For A Day as I talk about The Next Big Thing. I’ve been tagged by fellow author who writes terrific women’s fiction, Brenda Perlin. I’m supposed to tell you about my next book by answering the following questions, and then I have tagged five other authors who will tell you about their Next Big Thing. Let’s get started!  

What is the working title of your next book?

Zeke Kincaid ‘s Woman

Where did the idea come from for the book?
This one is the third time I decided to re-visit the Kincaid family. Not sure if I even had an idea. I wanted something with more bite than a mainstream romance genre. Something to make you uncomfortable.

What genre does your book fall under?
Adult Erotic B&D would be the closest way the label it.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Kevin Costner as Zeke Kincaid and maybe some unknown actress who gets her big

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Zeke Kincaid from a family that believes women should be trained to pleasure her man finds the woman he wants.

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
Zeke Kincaid’s Woman will be released through Renaissance Ebooks. Here’s the link for them:
Watch for it or you can email me at and I let you know the release date.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

It took just shy of three weeks (night and day)to have the first draft completed. Zeke Kincaid just showed up one in the little space between the ears and demanded his story be told.

Who or What inspired you to write this book?
The little voices in my head. Many writers have them and to hush them up you must put their story on paper. Sometime the stories are sweet romances, time travel, and crime fiction. The sometimes their dark different tales. I believe the term is Bu...hahaha.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
Zeke Kincaid’s Woman... is a story of a dominant male who insists on the heroine being in submission. If sexual intimidation and bondage stirs your interest you might enjoy the newest Kincaid’s story. 

Here's a few of my friends check out their sites:
Melanie Toye
Lisa Day
Paige Bleu 
Monica Lee
Writer/author blog:
Jessica Kong
Yvonne McEvaddy
Brenda Perlin

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Saturday, November 24, 2012

An excerpt from:

 "His Fifteenth Victim"

She screamed and turned. Then she burst out laughing.
I’m sorry, you startled me. I didn’t hear you come up. With heart still racing she eyed him up and down hoping he was friendly.
No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Can I be of any help?
It just died on me.” 
Get in n' try it.
She slid behind the wheel and turned the key. The motor grumbled but never started.
He yelled from the front of the car to her, "You got Triple A?
Damn, I did until last month. Shaking her head back and forth, no.
When he leaned into her window she felt a panic wash over her.
Hi. My name is Brad Littleton. I live a few miles down the road. This same road actually. Your cell phone working? Mine’s not, I forgot to recharge. I do that a lot. Do you?
He appeared friendly enough.
No, hardly ever, my cell is my only phone, so I’d be in trouble if I forgot. I did only once and learned my lesson.
I could call my friend he has a tow truck it would save you money from using a real service, unless you got the two-hundred for a tow. He knew, even if she did, saving money usually appeals to everyone. He was counting on her being no different.
She handed him her phone. He punched in the numbers.
Sam, hi. I need your help. I’m being a knight in shining armor here, and your tow truck will cinch the deal with the beautiful lady I got here.
She blushed when he said she was beautiful. He liked her, so the panic feeling she had left disappeared as the idea of appealing to him replaced it. While he continued to talk, her eyes now drank him in and she liked what she saw.
Handing the phone back to her he said, "He's coming, but he hasn't gotten home from his real job yet, so he'll be a little while. If that's OK, with you?
That’s fine, thank you.
Maybe we can push the car off to the side. It would be safer that way.
She steered and he pushed until it was completely off the hard surface part of the road.
I can stay and wait with you, if you like? he suggested.
The idea of waiting alone was starting to bother her, so she piped up quickly with a, "Yes, please. I would feel better.
He moved his van behind her car off the road as well. Then walked up to her passenger side door and reached for the handle. It was locked. Without hesitation she unlocked it for him and he filled the seat next to her.
Her cologne reached his nose and he sucked it deep inside of him. The scent teased his senses. For ten minutes he forced the small talk to continue to keep her off guard.
You got anything to drink in here. I sure am thirsty.
No, and I am too. she replied.
He then started to laugh.
Listen to me, ‘da.’ I was going to the park to walk, and I got four bottles of water in the van and some world famous Brad peanut butter crackers. Come on. Let’s get em.
He opened the door and started to walk back to his vehicle. He stopped turned and waved at her to come join him.
Oh, what the hell. I am starving.
She opened her door and headed for the van. He opened the passenger side back door. By the time she arrived he had climbed inside and was opening a backpack. She took a seat at the opening. Being the thoughtful gentleman, he handed her a bottle of water after he opened it for her.
It’s getting chilly with the sun going down. Peanut butter crackers? He handed her a sealed sandwich baggy full of crackers.
Thanks, your right it is getting cooler.
Get in and close to door then. That should be enough, just to get out of the breeze.
She did. Before she had a chance turn to turn around from closing the door he pounced. She screamed but no one heard her. Once, he had her tied tightly and secured the way he wanted, he went back to her car. He took all the paper work from inside the glove compartment. He checked under the seats and searched the trunk, removing any personal items from it. Finally, he removed the license tag. He placed everything he collected into the passenger seat of the van.
She was screaming, but all he heard was a muffled sound. The gag did the job. He looked forward to listening to her screams later.
Terrified eyes watched as he searched through her pocketbook for her phone. Once found it, he redialed the last number.
Sam, Brad here. The tow job. Listen, just take it the Bob's and tell him to crush it. It looks like the timing belt went bad and the engine locked up. My girl decided not to repair it...Great- OK, Thanks-a-mill. Oh and keep the money you get for your fee and trouble. Bye.
Then he snapped the phone in half.
By the time Meg and Carl stepped foot in Mexico to begin their dream vacation of a lifetime, Sandra's nightmare had already begun.
Betty hoped you had a  nice time while you stopped by.
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Sunday, November 18, 2012

I am happy to say Zeke Kincaid has been picked up by Sizzler Edition's so watch for it...

  The story about Zeke and how he found his woman will be the third book about the Kincaid men. Each of the books can be read individuality without that what am I missing feeling some squeals give. That's because the three books are not squeals .They each are a story about people who happen to be from the same family and the events center around the town of Paradise.
   The town of Paradise is a fictional town (I hope.) In the 1700's the first Kincaid settled there. As his family grew so did the town. What made this town unique was the way the people gyrated to a belief. The men were taught women needed to be in submission at all times and the women needed to be trained to understand what that entailed.
   So, the tradition of the Kincaid men were born. 
*these are adult books
Mine Alone is Charles Kincaid's story. It's odd what attracts one person to another. His attraction to Penelope was so strong and intense he wasn't going to let her get away. No matter how clumsy she was.

Kincaid's Way tells the tale of two men. Brian Kincaid the town of Paradise's sheriff. He didn't care for Ellen when first she came to town. He had a job to do. And that job was to make sure Ellen did not find her niece Patsy. Maybe, he just didn't like hats, but he sure changed his mind. Miss Ellen Trent would not be leaving Paradise after all.

Matt Kincaid who just happens to be Charles' son. Patsy and Matt feel in love the normal way. The trouble began when the wedding plans went awry. Soon Patsy found herself locked in the town of Paradise's famous basement in chains and about to be trained to be a good submissive wife.

Zeke Kincaid's Story.. watch for the cover coming soon!

So, please consider this your invitation to follow another Kincaid. Read what he has to do to secure the woman who won his heart. From a musical theater in Chicago to the home of Zeke Kincaid his Lori Ann will learn all the ways to please her man. Wonder what she'll think of her lessons?

Meanwhile, enjoy the very different kind of man... 
 A Kincaid man.. dominate, arrogant, alpha-male, egotistical, strong, loving, faithful man.

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Thanks for visiting,

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Yep's empty.

The cover hasn't been finished yet.

However, you still can enjoy the story.  Chapter one is under "The return." on this site.


The days passed without Lori Ann seeing Zeke again. She relegated him to the recesses of her mind where he joined the other numerous men who pined for a chance to win the heart and body of Miss Lori Ann, singer extraordinaire.

The next day at Mrs. Mason’s Rooming house. A place for woman only, a small bouquet arrived for Miss Baxter.

The mixed flowers demanded she bring them up to her nose. The scents were divine. The card once she bothered to open it read.

We will be together soon.’

It was unsigned.


don't match but like wow..
Lori Ann flicked the card into the woven trash basket next to the dresser. She missed. The card gracefully as if it had wings took it’s sweet time and glided to the floor.

Hummph.” The second time announced she chose not to bother picking up the card as she flounced from the room.

Damn.” Slipped from her lips as she landed on the lower foyer.

Really, Miss Baxter,”said Mrs. Mason owner of the boarding house.

Lori Ann turned toward the voice.

Dear me, I’m sorry Mrs. Mason. I am running late.”

And it’s the third time this week. Still deary, that’s no reason for a young lady to sink to the debauched language of an uncouth sailor.”

Lori Ann agree with her—before she begins another high moral lesson on the virtues necessary for a single woman in the progressive and evil ways of the nineteenth century.

Two steps forward and Lori Ann threw her arms around the older woman.

I can’t ever thank you enough. Mrs. Mason, you are always watching out for me and reminding me to be the proper lady that I should be.”

A quick squeeze always threw the old woman off of her intended tirade, and a how I miss my own mother, no matter how many times put a tear in the older woman’s eye each time. Which gave Lori Ann the seconds she needed to get out the door without the lecture being finished.
Your late!” the stage manager yelled catching her in spite of her efforts to appear smaller than her five-foot and seven inches and slip past him.

Lori Ann hastened to her dressing room without comment. Three times a week the theater held matinées. The head usher who placed bets on her being late won more times than he lost. Four of the back stage hands were already pulled their two-bits from their pockets and headed toward the man.

The dressing room door slammed behind Lori Ann bumping her on her rear and announced to all the woman who shared the dressing she had arrived.

Betty the wardrobe mistress for all of the eight female performers pulled a soft pink satin gown the color of cherry blossoms from the chifferobe. She bent over and from the bottom draw pulled out the corset with the matching ruffle trim on top of the garment.

Pretty but ouch ouch..
If you pull the stays too tight, Betty, I won’t be able to sing.” Lori Ann complained as she was strapped into the foundation.
The woman ignored her and piled the gathered skirt of the creation over her head pulling it in place on Lori Ann’s body.
The music director has changed you to the fourth position. Even with that change you need to hurry. Here slip your feet into these. Now go.”

A shove from the woman propelled Lori Ann out the door. The same door that moments ago banged against her rear as she entered. She followed the familiar path to the side of the stage and waited.

Nervous tension tried to build inside her. A firm resolved—no, and she calmed down.

A quick peep through the tear in the heavy midnight blue curtain let her see another full house. Her sight lingered on the ten tables along the front of the stage. Tables reserved for the well-to-do or the foolish young gentlemen who would squander their money away to be seen with one or more of the performers.


Not him again.
Wonder who is was she saw? I'll never tell. Well maybe someday. Hope you stop in again.
 Coming soon offered by Renaissance e books... 
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Till next time  have great day.
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