Revolution Machine, Chapter 1

Sounds like a book, right? How could an author not love this title for the first installment from this Rockband located in “The Region.” For those outside my geographical area, “The Region” is Chicago and all surrounding areas, including Northwest Indiana.

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Do you love rock-n-roll? You know, the way it used to be with heavy hitting riffs and lyrics you could sing? Do you like to understand the dude singing? Then THIS is the rock for you!

How three dudes sound like a 5-piece band, I’ll never figure out. But the sound is full. I’ve seen them jam live and they achieve this sound without the technology of the studio. Mark my words – these guys are going to be everywhere soon. I’ve caught word there might even be a European tour in their future! INSIDER KNOWLEDGE! YEEEHAWWW.

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You can hear the influences of Iron Maiden, Dio, Led Zeppelin, and Alice in Chains. But who would I be if I expected you to take my word for it? Go see for yourself.  Here’s where you can find them.

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Thicker Than Water – Now Available!

Thicker Than Water

I’m always in love with my latest book. I like it more than the previous installments. This book was fun to write. I loved the characters and each of their stories.  It’s now available on Amazon and soon in print.  I am experimenting with this title and solely publishing on Amazon to use some of their marketing tools. So for now (and maybe forever) it will remain only for sale on Amazon. You can see it HERE.

Thicker Than Water via Amazon

Blurb:

Blood may be thicker than water, but family isn’t necessarily who you’re related to. In this suspenseful mystery with a romantic twist, we follow Private Investigator Michelle Mott on her most exciting case to date.

Wisecracking Mott has been a loner since her parents died. When Daniel Cardinale walks into her office with her most interesting case yet, his world threatens to turn hers upside down. He needs her to find out who is sending him anonymous money and what the truth is behind his dead fiancé’s demise. If his case weren’t complicating her life enough, local crime lord Gino Salito has taken an interest in Mott.

Mott’s empty life begins to fill up with an unexpected and rag-tag group of people, and she’s afraid her dangerous life will take them away, leaving her alone once again.

In truth, it’s Mott’s life that may be the one at risk. She’ll have to hope that blood isn’t always thicker than water.

First Lines:

I am about to die. I don’t mean in the Sylvia Plath-we’re-all going-to-die-sometime sort of way. In mere moments, the meathead behind the barrel of the handgun held to my temple will pull the trigger. The hammer will come down, igniting a tiny explosion that will send a lead ball tearing through my cranium. My brains, bones and blood will spray on the area beside me. I won’t even hear a click. I won’t feel a thing. Idiots. This is the least creative way to murder someone.

And the suicide note they had me write sounds nothing like me. No one is going to believe I committed suicide. If they watched one episode of one crime show they’d know I needed gun powder residue on my hands, not duct tape residue on my wrists. This has to be the worst faked suicide in history. That’s what you get when you hire steroid induced freaks with the IQ of a cannoli.

I should have known this would happen. Wrong guy in your bed, you get a little nosey and this is where you wind up. Cold barrel pressed against your temple by some guy who doesn’t even fully understand why his boss wants you expired. Nor does he care. He doesn’t even care that his boss is too much of a puss to pull the trigger himself.

I should be crying or begging for my life. But I’m not. I’m sitting here like a limestone statue: cold, calm…it’s sort of creepy, actually. Fear and panic should be knocking at my door. Instead an unexpected feeling of calm was all I had. Maybe I knew this was a possibility.

Coming Soon! Thicker Than Water

Oh my, it’s been a busy year thus far. As my alter ego, the publisher released all three books. I worked diligently on edits, then marketing and bleh… I just wanted to write. So I did.

My latest piece of work turned into a fever. I wrote furiously for up to 12 hours a day. I read and re-read. And now, it’s with editors and beta readers, getting polished up for the book shelf.  So I introduce to you… Thicker Than Water.

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Blood may be thicker than water, but family isn’t necessarily who you’re related to. In this suspenseful mystery with a romantic twist, we follow Private Investigator Michelle Mott on her most exciting case to date.

Wisecracking Mott has been a loner since her parents died. When Daniel Cardinale walks into her office with her most interesting case yet, his world threatens to turn hers upside down. He needs her to find out who is sending him anonymous money and what the truth is behind his dead fiancé’s demise. If his case weren’t complicating her life enough, local crime lord Gino Salito has taken an interest in Mott.

Mott’s empty life begins to fill up with an unexpected and rag-tag group of people, and she’s afraid her dangerous life will take them away, leaving her alone once again.

In truth, it’s Mott’s life that may be the one at risk. She’ll have to hope that blood isn’t always thicker than water.

Free this weekend!

Kids are getting out of school. Weather is warming up. And people are hitting the beach.

So, I’m giving you something to read!  This weekend, from June 7-June 9, I’m offering one of my latest releases, Not My Daughter for FREE on Amazon. Click the picture below between June 7 – June 9. All I ask for in return? A review. That’s it. Go back to Amazon once you’re finished and leave an honest review. I do mean honest. I’d never ask for a BS 5-Star review on a book you didn’t like.

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And if you like it, you can pick up I’m Okay, You’re Not for only $2.99.

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The Disease of Self-Importance—Can We Find a Cure?

Kim Mullican:

I couldn’t have put it THIS well!

Originally posted on Kristen Lamb's Blog:

Jester Baby from Scarborough Faire

Jester Baby from Scarborough Faire

After blogging about the new terrifying trend of Empathetic Correctness, I figure I’ll go for broke this week after running across a Yahoo News article Is America Starting to Target Thought Crime?

First, a little bit of history. In the days when monarchies were all the rage, there was one very powerful position some might not be aware of…the court jester. Every ruler had at least one jester and the jester was allowed to mock, poke fun and joke about those in power without repercussions.

The role of the jester was to offer honesty and perspective. Monarchs knew that being surrounded by too many Yes Men who feared reprisal was unwise and dangerous. The jester’s job was to ground rulers and keep them from getting too full of themselves.

I’ve been blessed to travel more than most people ever will, and not all my destinations…

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How many hats can one girl wear?

Oh boy! I haven’t blogged here since February? Eegads. I’m fired.

As I’ve said before, I do write under another name as well and it’s taking up a bunch of my time… like all of it.  So here’s what’s going on:

All 3 Dirty White Candy books (me as Anita Cox) have now been released by the publisher. I’ve been marketing my ass off, pushing those books (and neglecting my other work.)

I host the Erotic Author’s Panel once a month. It’s a town-hall type meeting where fans can chat live their favorite erotica authors.  We utilized the Google Hangout platform but it… sort of sucks. So we’re moving to AnyMeeting to see if that works better.

I’ve been given the title of Director over at the Erotic Author’s Guild. So now, I’m over there blogging and helping other authors because my altruistic nature DOESN’T KNOW WHEN TO QUIT.

Also, I’ve joined up with a few other authors for marketing events.

Oh yeah, and I did a book tour. Money – not – well spent.

Marketing in the new paradigm is like a giant hemorrhoid.  It’s hard to stick out with so many authors/books available. It’s probably my least favorite part of the job, next to editing. No one likes a salesman. No one. No one likes a pest who plasters buy links to their books all over every social media platform either.

All I want to do is just…write.  Yep, that’s it. I just want to write. I need a house elf to do the rest. For free, or food.

On a positive note, I started writing again. I’m 9k words into the next novel. I would be farther but…see above.