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Thursday, March 7, 2013
Sneak Peek at Becca Diane's Your Honor, May I?
12:00 PM
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Tara
Looks like Marjorie has a story for us...
“I became an artist with cosmetics to cover up the damage and hide it from the world. I avoided social gatherings to keep from hearing the whispers about my situation. Just last night, when I asked which one of us was sleeping on the couch, while he was sober, he once again took his anger out physically on me. I’m done. Even if I am not granted my request for a divorce because of social standards, I am leaving with the children.

Becca is an eclectic woman indeed. She has an inquisitive and creative nearly 8 year old daughter, a caring yet funky boyfriend of over a decade, a baby amel corn snake named Pinky & a 5 year old black short haired cat named Onyx. Tie those characters in with Becca’s love of cooking new diabetic recipes, Pagan practices, crazy “normal” job schedule and addiction to reading and writing and you have an interesting household.
While Becca hasn’t had anything previously published, she writes every chance she gets, muses willing. Her most common genres to date have included supernatural, romance and erotica. She has done some co-writing in the past with friends for fun as well. To see more of her work as well as hearing her tell her story one blog post at a time, stop by her site at http://beccadiane.weebly.com or “Like” her Facebook page at http://www.Facebook.com/JustBeccaDiane.
“I became an artist with cosmetics to cover up the damage and hide it from the world. I avoided social gatherings to keep from hearing the whispers about my situation. Just last night, when I asked which one of us was sleeping on the couch, while he was sober, he once again took his anger out physically on me. I’m done. Even if I am not granted my request for a divorce because of social standards, I am leaving with the children.
“Your Honor, may I? May I have my sanity and safety back?”

***
Becca is an eclectic woman indeed. She has an inquisitive and creative nearly 8 year old daughter, a caring yet funky boyfriend of over a decade, a baby amel corn snake named Pinky & a 5 year old black short haired cat named Onyx. Tie those characters in with Becca’s love of cooking new diabetic recipes, Pagan practices, crazy “normal” job schedule and addiction to reading and writing and you have an interesting household.
While Becca hasn’t had anything previously published, she writes every chance she gets, muses willing. Her most common genres to date have included supernatural, romance and erotica. She has done some co-writing in the past with friends for fun as well. To see more of her work as well as hearing her tell her story one blog post at a time, stop by her site at http://beccadiane.weebly.com or “Like” her Facebook page at http://www.Facebook.com/JustBeccaDiane.
Sneak Peek at Toni Rakestraw's They Call Her Granny
12:00 AM
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Tara
“Times
were different then in a lot of ways,” she said. “But some things don’t
change.”
“Like
what?” I asked automatically. She did tend to drone on.
“The
way we’re treated. That hasn’t changed much.”
I
should stop here and explain that Frances was an old black woman. She’d seen a
lot of change in her life, and if she said some things didn’t change, I guess
she would be an expert.
“Birthing.
I caught my first baby when I was only six years old. My father was gone to
fetch the midwife, and I was left with my cousin. I caught her baby before they
got back.”
That
caught my attention. A six year old catching a baby? “Weren’t you scared?” I
asked.
“Naw.
Nothing to be scared about. It was just a baby.”
***
Toni Rakestraw is an editor by day and a writer by night. She has written another short story, The Longest Night, for Pagan Writers Press. She also co-authored Titanic Deception, a full-length novel, with her husband John.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Sneak Peek at Morgan Summerfield's Adella
12:00 PM
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Tara

“How could people not see what was going on?”
“People don’t want to see. They don’t want to believe that a neighbor, a friend, or a fellow worker is capable of such things.”
“I don’t understand how a man can do that and not feel badly. Did he ever feel badly … apologize … show remorse?” Anger caused Tom to grip the steering wheel tighter and he forced himself to loosen his grip, for fear of alarming the woman.

“No. I tried everything I knew to make him love me. But, I eventually realized that change was in his hands, not mine.”
***
Morgan Summerfield grew up an avid reader and by her teens was a hobby writer. As an adult she has been a teacher, a technical writer, an instructional designer, a consultant, and a freelance writer. Her recently published first novel, Blood and Magnolias, was a dream fulfilled. In a recent contest, the characters in Blood and Magnolias were given a 5 out of 5 rating. When she is passionate about something, it shows. Beyond her writing, Morgan is a painter and works with a domestic violence shelter and education council.
Sneak Peek at Dahlia DeWinter's Sister Suffragettes
12:00 AM
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Tara
What is Eddie thinking? Find out below.
“Will we be banished to the back of the procession?”
Anne’s red-stained lips pressed together. It seemed that the normally
“But the march is the day after tomorrow!” Eddie cried out. Her heart
beat a frantic tattoo, rendering her breathless. She had never spoken
this much at a club meeting, but somehow this issue was very important
to her. “We have to know what our places will be.”
Anne shook her head. “I will have to meet with the head of the
delegation for further instruction.”
Dora leaned close and whispered in Eddie’s ear. “‘Further instruction’
means we will be marching in back.”
Dahlia DeWinters is a multi-published author of erotic and sensual romance with offbeat heroines. She enjoys crochet, gardening and reading anything from historical romance to science fiction. Her taste in music ranges from Frank Sinatra to Fuel and she prefers action movies to rom-com. She currently lives in the lovely Garden State, a Jersey girl through and through. Find her on Facebook posting unsolicited opinions on movies and random music/film quotes.
“Will we be banished to the back of the procession?”
Anne’s red-stained lips pressed together. It seemed that the normally
composed woman was at a loss for words. She tapped the gavel once and
laid it to the side. “This is a matter that will be discussed in more
detail later.”
laid it to the side. “This is a matter that will be discussed in more
detail later.”
“But the march is the day after tomorrow!” Eddie cried out. Her heart
beat a frantic tattoo, rendering her breathless. She had never spoken
this much at a club meeting, but somehow this issue was very important
to her. “We have to know what our places will be.”
Anne shook her head. “I will have to meet with the head of the
delegation for further instruction.”
Dora leaned close and whispered in Eddie’s ear. “‘Further instruction’
means we will be marching in back.”
***
Dahlia DeWinters is a multi-published author of erotic and sensual romance with offbeat heroines. She enjoys crochet, gardening and reading anything from historical romance to science fiction. Her taste in music ranges from Frank Sinatra to Fuel and she prefers action movies to rom-com. She currently lives in the lovely Garden State, a Jersey girl through and through. Find her on Facebook posting unsolicited opinions on movies and random music/film quotes.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
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5:43 PM
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Tara

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Sneak Peek at Marie Antonia Parsons's The Speech of Hortensia
12:00 PM
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Tara

Suddenly, Hortensia knew what she would
say. Even if all the women deserted her, if the magistrates ordered her chained
and sentenced right there as the last of the Hortensius traitors, she would
speak the right words.
As her maid helped her dress, Hortensia
felt no certainty for her success. No Roman woman had ever spoken out before
against the leaders of the Republic. She chose a simple but elegant dress, her
newest sandals, and wrapped her best shawl around her shoulders. She wore a
thin necklace and a small pair of earrings. Her hair—still the color of ripened
wheat ready for harvest—was loosely pinned on top of her head.
***
Marie Antonia Parsons lives in New York City with her husband of 28+ years and two marvelous sons. She has had three short sci-fi stories published in Daw Books anthologies, which can be found on Goodreads.com. Her flash fiction scifi-short Last One Out was recorded as a Podcast by Neil Gardner of LadbrokeRadio.com. The podcast can be downloaded through iTunes or here athttp://www.geekplanetonline.com/hosting/originals/scifive/?p=episode&name=2012-03-14_scifiveshortyep03.mp3.
She is currently at work on several historical fiction novels. One centers on Romulus and the founding of ancient Rome. Another work-in-progress, set in the same time as Speech of Hortensia, centers on Octavia, and is intended as part of a quartet. The other novels will depict the lives of Fulvia Antonia, Mark Antony, and Cleopatra. She plans additional historical fiction novels, all set in the ancient or medieval periods.
Sneak Peek at Toni Rakestraw's The Woman Rebel
12:00 AM
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Tara
The
judge cleared his throat then looked her squarely in the eye. “Mrs. Sanger, the
evidence has proven that you have broken the law in the State of New York by
opening your so-called birth control clinic. Despite your opinion on the
matter, women do not have the right to copulate with a feeling of security that
there will be no resulting conception. However, I am inclined to be lenient
with you so you can return to your husband and children, if you’ll promise not
to break the law again.” His voice rumbled through the courtroom. Margaret
thought he was rather condescending.
She
straightened her shoulders and stared right back at the judge. “Your Honor,
thank you for your leniency, but I cannot respect the law as it exists today.”
She raised her chin defiantly.
The
judge’s smile disappeared.
***
She also penned They Call Her Granny, another story in HerStory.
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