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Tuesday, July 22, 2014


If you came for Beyond the Book, scroll on down, but why not enjoy this post first?

 One winner will receive: an autographed copy of all three books in the Lottie series: Pickin' Ground (The Lottie Series Book 1) In Due Season (The Lottie Series Book 2)  Lottie (The Lottie Series Book 3)

Publication Date: May 31, 2014
Book Title: Lottie
Genre: Christian Fiction
Print Length: 235 pages
Publisher: Twelve Stones Publishing LLC (May 31, 2014)

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About the Book

Oh, no! Rose is back! If Lottie isn’t having enough trouble being a newlywed and taking on her duties as the first female African American Senator in her native state of Alabama, her sister Rose is trying to make the moves on her husband, Chaney. Rose has had a crush on Chaney since high school, and it looks like she’s not done yet. And in spite of her love for her community and her political pursuits, Lottie has to learn to open her heart and fight for her family. Family, however, is not always what it seems—family is the people who love us. Lottie, the third book in the Lottie Series, follows the murder mystery in Pickin' Ground, and the story of personal and community redemption in In Due Season. Lottie explores the fulfillment of marital love that overcomes selfish ambition, political corruption, and family pain. “There is no love like married love!”

About the Author

Award-winning author, Jeanetta Britt, graduated Magna Cum Laude from Fisk University and Top Ten from The University of Michigan. She completed a successful executive career that spanned over three decades in Dallas, Texas, before returning to her native Alabama. "But," she says, "my faith in Jesus Christ means more than anything, and it has proven to be the most valuable asset in my life." She also says, "That's why I write Christian Fiction novels and Gospel poetry . . . to share the love!"
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Monday, July 21, 2014

Beyond the Book: The Enchanted

Greetings! I am Prince Alan, hero of Madame Cantrell's marvelous book The Enchanted. Not only is Madame a talented writer, but she also has made a video about the book. I have begged that she will share the video with you, and she has agreed. I am sure that you will enjoy it. You may obtain a copy of her masterpiece here.

I beg of you to follow the link and read Madame's reviews. All who have reviewed the novel are enamored of it.


The Sanctum

Please help me welcome Madhuri Blaylockto the blog. Madhuri is the author of the Sanctum Trilogy.

1.Madhuri, What are you working on now?
Currently I’m working on the finale of The Sanctum Trilogy, Book III: The Prophecy. It’s coming along really well but I’m getting a bit concerned about the possible length of it when all is said and done.

Can you make a trilogy four books?!

2.What’s the hardest part of writing for you?  The easiest?
The hardest part of writing, in the sense of being an Indie author, for me is marketing myself. It’s draining, takes a lot of time and sometimes it all feels so futile. But I’m getting better at it, some aspects of it I have even grown to love, like working on my blog, but overall, it’s tough. A total grind on your soul.

The easiest is writing dialogue. It really seems to flow quite naturally for me and I love doing it. Sex scenes are a lot of fun, too.

3.Would you dare to tell us five things that no one would know about you?
I love Allen Iverson, like love. My husband just told a bunch of our friends a story of how, for one Valentine’s Day, when the 76ers were in town to play the Knicks, he bought me tickets that were $300 each just so I could see my boy, Allen. (My husband kind of rocks)

I taught my brother how to walk. He was born bow-legged and back then they would break a kid’s legs and then re-set them, first in casts and then in a special brace. Or maybe vice-versa. Anyway, I taught him to walk on those casts. I also taught him how to ride a bike.

As a kid I had a rabbit named Kukumundo, who grew so big and was so freaking coo-coo that he chewed his way out of his wire cage and escaped. One morning I came down to feed him, only to find the wire busted and my rabbit long gone. I felt bad but also kind of relieved. He had gotten so huge and out of control, it was kind of nice to be rid of his insanity. A few days later, some of the kids from the block behind us came running over to say a dog had gotten hit by a car and let’s go check it out (I know, I know, kids do gross things. Get over it. It happens.). So we all ran over to the accident site and lo and behold, that was no dog lying on that pavement. It was Kukumundo! My dog-sized rabbit. (And don’t worry, I gathered him up off that pavement and gave him a proper burial, joining my many other gerbils, hamsters, guinea pigs and rabbits.)

That album Kenny Rogers did with Dolly Parton brings the joy. I love it.

I worked on the Mumia Abu-Jamal case for two years, assisting his lead defense counsel, Leonard Weinstein. It was some of the most fulfilling work I’ve done as an attorney.

4.  What's your favorite book in your genre?
Besides mine, easily Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone trilogy. Her writing moves me, her characters and worlds are so well-developed, and each book in the trilogy is excellent.

The Boy (The Sanctum Trilogy, #2)
by Madhuri Blaylock


“Every now and again an excellent novel will come forth dealing with fantasy and magic that will just grab and hold my attention from beginning to end. That is exactly what THE GIRL did.” -- OOSA Online Book Club

In THE GIRL, Madhuri Blaylock introduced readers to the world of The Sanctum, one corrupted by greed and savagery and hellbent on achieving a single goal: destroying the prophesied hybrid. When one of its most celebrated warriors questioned his allegiances, age-old secrets were unveiled and violence erupted. The journey becomes more perilous and intense as the trilogy surges forward with


Can you cross the plains of death, collect every piece of your soul and make it back to the land of the living?

And if you complete the journey, will your loved ones welcome your return?

The Ramyan have been answering such questions since the creation of The Sanctum. A mysterious sect of Magicals, haunting the blank spaces of time and memory, they serve no one but themselves and their higher purpose. They exist on a plane removed from earthly matters, shifting easily between the living and the dead, moving in time to the beat of their own drummer.

At least they did. Dev and Wyatt change all of that when the prophesied hybrid lands on the steps of Rinshun Palace, seeking help for the wounded Class A Warrior. That decision alters lives and sets old agendas back on course. But at what cost to Dev and Wyatt? And does that really even matter?

“The characters in Madhuri Blaylock's novel...are well written and unique, and the story is just fantastic...I just loved every page of the story!” - Readers' Favorite


“We’re Sanctum, Ryker,” Dot replied as she began a sun salutation, “we do not become emotionally tied. To anything or anyone.”

Ryker remained silent.

Moving into a warrior pose, Dot continued.

“But I suppose you and Wyatt did not get that memo.”

Rather than engage Dot in conversation, Ryker joined her in a warrior II pose.

“Sam and Josiah should have never allowed you boys to become so dependent upon one another. Very few Sanctum have been so intertwined and when they have, the results have been disastrous. Now that he’s gone, you’re incapable of functioning and fulfilling your duties as a warrior.”

“He’s not gone,” Ryker insisted.

Dot heard the pain in her son’s voice and relented a bit.

“I don’t mean it like that, Ryker. I know you know Wyatt is still alive. What troubles me is how you’re handling his absence.”

Ryker broke his pose and sat on the floor, watching his mom go through her routine. He knew Dot was tough, but sometimes that toughness came across as plain, cold-heartedness. She didn’t mean it that way; she loved him and was just worried, Ryker simply wished her mode of conveying that concern was a bit warmer. He couldn’t remember the last time she hugged him, touched him affectionately.

“I’m handling his absence by helping Jools stave off a Sanctum-wide revolution, ma,” Ryker explained quietly, “I’m investigating violations of The Book of Peace by the Breslins, looking into Ava’s murder of Jasper and Kalinda Edwards at the last meeting of The Circle of Ten and speaking to other Founding Family members. So I think I am handling Wyatt’s temporary absence just fine.”

Dot looked down on her elder son and softened, despite the voice inside her head telling her to beware. That was The Sanctum speaking to her, always reaching out and cutting off the ties to her children. First taking them at such a young age and now, telling her to shut them out. But she had always been stronger than The Sanctum, and today was no different.

She reached down and caressed Ryker’s face, a gesture she couldn’t remember indulging in since he was small. He closed his eyes and bowed his head, as if ashamed by his need for her affection. Dot’s heart broke as she watched him, wondering over the years how many times he had craved her touch, needed her arms around him. He was a grown man now but Ryker would always be her baby, so she bent down and did what she hadn’t done in almost a decade: pulled her son into her arms and held him as he cried.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Madhuri is a Jersey City Heights girl via Snellville, Georgia, who writes paranormal fiction and is slightly infatuated with tattoos, four-inch heels, ice cream, Matt Damon, scotch, Doc Martens, Laini Taylor, photo booths and dancing like a fool.

She's currently working on The Sanctum trilogy and hopes one day soon, everyone is walking around with copies of The Girl and The Boy in their pocket or on their Kindle.

She wants to get a goat and a burro, but since she lives in the city, will settle for some chickens.

To learn more about her, you can follow her blog at, follow her on Twitter at @madhuriblaylock or like her on Facebook at

She's totally chatty so drop her a line any time.

Madhuri is giving away a $25 gift certificate so use the following link to enter.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors

My snippet today is from my still unnamed WIP. If you've been following you know that my hero had a one night stand, and when the woman died, he found out that the two of them had had a child. The little boy is coming to live with my hero and his wife. Naturally, she isn't taking it too well. This is what happened after Alex met her new stepson. Rhett is the husband.

No. She didn’t want to talk to Rhett. Not now. “Later. I need a drink even if you don’t.”

She hurried away without another word and poured herself a large bourbon. She didn’t like bourbon, never had, but it was handy, and if she was lucky it would take the edge off the unremitting anxiety she had suffered all day. She bolted out the back door and sat down on the steps to have her drink in peace, and when she finished the first one, she had a second. 

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picture: By Methem (Mikko J. Putkonen) (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Saturday Sample

Welcome to Saturday Sample. In this excerpt, my hero and heroine just had a very unpleasant run-in with the man who murdered his father.

Hank didn’t feel safe enough to speak to Kathryn until they entered the parking area. He had been listening for the sound of running feet behind him. “Did you feel it?” he muttered.

Kathryn’s eyes blazed in her white face. “Of course I did! Hurry. I keep expecting them to chase us any minute.”

“Or shoot us.”

Two round, red spots stained her cheeks. “You don’t really think Stanton would have shot us in a public place, do you? Oh, never mind! I have a spot between my shoulder blades that’s itching anyway.”

Hank didn’t answer. He was sure that if Stanton thought he could get away with it, he’d have killed them both. He breathed a sigh of relief when he safely shut Kathryn’s car door.

 “Meet me at the little pancake house about a mile down the road,” she ordered.

Hank nodded, but as he turned away, Kathryn let her window down and grabbed his arm. “You aren’t going back down there, are you?”

“Hell, no. There’re four of them.”

“Then hurry. Let’s get out of here.”


"First Lady Kills President Lovinggood"
December 29, 2018

Thirty years later Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother's innocence and punish the killers who took his family from him.  Together Hank and lovely physicist Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, merciless enemy who'll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever. 

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Friday, July 18, 2014

The Rose Ring

If you came for Fashionista Friday scroll on down, but why not enjoy this post first?

BACK COVER BLURB: With a will that reads like a piece of fiction, the return of his long-lost brother, and the possibility of losing the family ranch, Micah Cooper calls on high school friend, Sky Baxter, to bail him out of a bad situation.

Though her brain tells her no, Sky’s heart says yes. She accepts Micah’s in-name-only proposal, knowing it’s unlikely anything permanent will come of it. She’s been in love with him since the ninth grade, and if he hasn’t figured it out by now, there’s little chance he ever will.

When an unexpected kiss ignites a spark, giving Micah hope for a possible future with Sky, a tragic accident threatens to take it all away. Torn between following his heart, doing the right thing, and forgiving the past, Micah is lost in a whirlwind of pain and emotions. Will he make it through the next two years, or will a long-kept family secret be the undoing of them all?

EXCERPT: Micah took Sky’s hand and they hurried across the street, stopping in front of the double wooden doors. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny gold ring. “Here, it’s a bit big for me, but it’ll do for today.”
She held out her hand and he dropped it into her palm. They’d gone shopping a few days ago and he’d bought her a thin gold band, but not one for himself. The fact that he only planned on wearing the ring for the ceremony solidified her in-name-only status. “Your dad’s?”
He nodded.
Sky fingered the ring. “Other than this nick, it looks brand new.”
“That nick nearly cost Dad his finger. He got it hooked on a piece of farm
equipment shortly after he and Mom married. He made Noah and me swear never to wear any jewelry while working.”
“Did he ever wear it again?”
“And your mom didn’t mind?”
“Not that I was aware of. Then again, I was just a kid.”
At least she’d have a good excuse for why her husband didn’t wear a wedding band. She, on the other hand, would wear hers proudly. He might be a lug, but for the next two years he’d be her lug. “We’d better go. Don’t want to keep the judge waiting.”
The judge’s secretary ushered them into the office. His Honor stood when they entered and greeted them with a firm hand and warm smile. “Robe or no robe?” he asked.
She looked at Micah. “What do you think?”
 He smiled. “Your call.”
“In that case, I vote for the robe.”
While the judge put on his robe, Sky took in her surroundings. The walls were painted standard office-beige, but the large mahogany desk, and photographs of Montana’s mountain ranges and plains that lined the walls added some warmth to the room. What she especially appreciated were the live Ficus trees that flanked the tall window behind the desk. It was no church, but at least it wasn’t the cold, barren room she had envisioned. 
The ceremony was short, with only the court clerk and judge’s secretary in attendance. But that didn’t bother Sky. Nothing else mattered at the moment. This was her wedding day, perhaps the only one she would ever have. For that reason alone she chose to absorb every detail and print them on her heart.
Micah stood ramrod still until the judge had him place the ring on her finger. His hand shook a little, but his tender smile was one Sky would forever remember.
Her next memory would be their first kiss. She knew it was purely out of
obligation. After all, what would the three people staring at them think if a newly married couple didn’t seal the deal with a kiss?
When Micah leaned in, one side of his mouth lifted in a smile causing her stomach to flip. Assuming the kiss would be short, she was taken by surprise when his warm lips lingered longer than she’d expected. The scent of his spicy cologne tickled her nose. The feel of his hand on her cheek sent her heart rate soaring. She couldn’t even imagine what her reaction would be if he ever kissed her for real.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Lucie Ulrich took her time becoming a writer. Not much of a reader as a child, writing was of no interest to her--until she joined a church drama team. The desire to write a skit, and not simply act out someone else's was so strong, that once she started, she couldn't seem to stop. That first skit led to her becoming the drama team director, then eventually, the performing arts director at a small Christian school.
Lucie's first novel was penned under a tree in a field in Holland. Though her first, second, and third attempts never saw the light of day, parts of each of them became the foundation for "Broken Vessels," her first published work.
No longer involved with the performing arts, Lucie enjoys going on photo shoots with her husband, and taking long (or short) road trips. She hopes to find inspiration as she and her husband explore the four corners of the United States.


Twitter: @LucieUlrich

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