It's been a while!

The past couple weeks have been an extremely busy time for me but I have a post for you today :-).

Baby Girl Book 3: City by the Bay was on tour through Double Decker Books. They did a wonderful job on the posters and these ladies have unrivaled creativity. Instead of the usual blog tour Cleo and I put together a book soundtrack and she cleared her schedule for a character interview! 

Below are all the wonderful bloggers who helped out. Take a moment to check out their handy work and say hi. 

Cubicle Blindness
The Book Swap
Sunshy Books
The Purple Pen
Cup of Tea and a Book
Music, Lyrics & Me
A TiffyFit's Reading Corner
Jai and K's Reviews
City Life Reader
Ink Spell Reviews
Partners in Books
Vonnie's Reading Corner
Wonderstruck
Spilling words
and check out Kaycee's Rebelmouse!

A very big thank you and cyber hug to all the bloggers who made the book tour a success!

I have also been working on final edits for Eye of The Storm a paranormal suspense thriller written from the perspective of two women. 

Eilida

Fever had consumed me and I shivered under my covers with sweat pouring out of every crevasse. A three tier wedding cake and bridesmaids danced around in my head. A hideous rainstorm nearly washed us off the road. Without warning, I was no longer in a car with friends driving in a ferocious squall but I was walking towards a proverbial melody following a dismal apparition. 

Then a man coalesced before me, his face ambiguous, and his voice that of demon spawn. It mocked my existence. My feet took hold and pounded the saturated earth until a wooden chest manifested before my eyes, it represented safety from the beast. 


Oh my head! Static reverberated against the walls of my skull leaving lacerations across the folds of my brain. A familiar warm feeling squeezed my hand. It was that of my mother. I recognized her face from the pictures but the warmth of her hand native to my existence. She was indeed my mother and comfort washed over me.

Sunshine

The image before me was fuzzy but I could see outlines of the eyes and a nose but not the mouth. Under the nose was still something indefinable. Soaked to the bone I continued. Somewhere inside my soul I had heard the lullaby before. A memory flooded back in disjointed pieces; being held and rocked, a storm and a man. 

Suddenly, to my right, he came out of the fog towards me. “There you are,” he said. His voice sent a sharp pang echoing through me. As a reaction I ran. My feet driving hard into the sinking ground beneath them. The rain turned to blood and a wooden chest, the kind a woman would use to preserve her wedding dress in, materialized before me. Scrambling to reach it and close the lid I jolted awoke.


Tears covered my face. Outside, the lightning illuminated the sky and water pounded my window. The dream had unleashed a very real terror inside me. My body shivered and I yanked the covers up under my chin and curled myself into a ball. I could hear my own heart beat.

In the following weeks I will introduce you to some of the quirky characters.