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Friday, August 31, 2012

RED

Hi there, Fashionistas.  Did you know that red is one of the big colors for fall?   I like this outfit because it's so elegant.  What do you say?  Good way to get your red in, right?

Elegant


James Perse collared dress
net-a-porter.com


MANTU wool coat
$1,575 - farfetch.com



Thursday, August 30, 2012

Do You Oww and Ahh Over Cars?


Do you oww and ahhh over cars?  I usually don’t.  I drive a 2001 Chevy Blazer which still looks fine and runs great, but there are a few cars I can get excited about.  A Jaguar, for instance.  I believe if I got into this car I might be tempted to break the speed limit.  Can you see the speed and sophistication in the design?

I like some classic cars too.  The 1968 GTO is my favorite muscle car. 


I’m also fond of classic Mustangs.  When I was in high school I knew this girl who had a pepto pink Mustang.  I don’t have a picture of it, but don’t you like the Mustang style?  This is the first Mustang ever. Ford started producing them in 1964.
 
Liesel Wolfe, my heroine in Never Trust a Pretty Wolf, has a thing for fast Mustangs.  Liesel and her father restored Mustangs before his death, a hobby she still enjoys.  Besides owning several classic Mustangs, she drives a new blue Mustang.  She was driving that car when she and US Marshal Andy Bryce set out on the biggest adventure of their lives. 
In this excerpt, Liesel is running away from her ex-husband.

The blue Mustang barreled down the interstate at ninety miles an hour. Why had she thought she could escape William’s reach? She didn’t know those men, but she knew plenty more just like them−cold, hardened killers who’d just as soon murder you as look at you. William had surrounded himself with such men.

Liesel grimaced as a slow minivan blocked her way. Joseph knew the truth about William. Oh, he wasn’t any better than William, but he understood his son. Joseph hurt people or ordered hits as needed to further his ‘business’ dealings, but William killed just for the enjoyment of it.

A chill seized her when she remembered the man who had kicked her. She hated him for what he had done, but at the end she had felt nothing but pity for him. When the courts refused to punish him, William had taken justice into his own hands. He had apprehended the detective and taken him to a secluded warehouse.  By the time William finished with him, she felt sure the man had wanted to die.

She had wondered why William insisted she take a ride with him that last afternoon. The doctor had told her to rest, but since she feared William she had gotten into the car with him. He had taken her to the abandoned building where the detective’s body lay. She had taken one look at him and lost her lunch.

“An eye for an eye, Liesel. We lost our baby, but he’s been punished. You can rest easy.”
 
 
 
 
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Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Dreams


I hardly ever remember my dreams.  For a few moments after waking they’re fresh in my mind, but by the time I get out of bed I’ve usually forgotten them.  I had a really wild one last night, but I can’t remember what it was.  I just know it was wild and crazy.  I decided to analyze a few of my dreams that I remember, and this is what I found out.  Bear in mind that before I did this I thought I was a well adjusted individual with a good handle on things.

One of the worst dreams I’ve ever had is about a storm tossed lake with huge, roiling waves.  I did a little research and found that this signifies an emotional battle.  It may also suggest suppressed feelings of hostility, wrath, and terror.  It might also mean that you’re facing hardships in your life.

I’ve also had a recurring dream of being in what looks like a haunted house.  It’s always dark when I enter the front door.  A long staircase that curves to the left is right in front of me.  There’s a window on the landing which is open.  The wind is blowing filmy, white curtains into the landing.  I only get that far, and then I see a door going to the basement.  I come back down the stairs and open the door to the basement.  Two gigantic, black dogs appear at my back, and I take a step downstairs.  At this point, I run away screaming followed by the two dogs who aren’t chasing me.  They’re trying to get away too.  Slow motion of course.

Yikes, what could this mean?  To dream of a haunted house signifies unfinished emotional business related to my childhood or perhaps some repressed memory.  The fact that it’s a recurring dream might point to a conflict or situation in my waking life that remains unresolved.  Some urgent message is trying to get through.  The slow motion parts means I have a lack of self-confidence. 

Well, that was all bad.  I’ve also dreamed of being late.  If you dream of being late it means you’re afraid of some change or that you feel unsupported or unworthy.  You may be overwhelmed or conflicted about your future. 

Now that I know how conflicted I am, let’s analyze my characters in A New Dream.  Both of them have big dreams that ultimately come to pass.

Matt dreams of being a pro-football player.  To dream of playing a sport means that you can accept the rules of society.  It also may reflect the skills that you possess which might make attaining your dream a reality.  Hmm.  Matt sounds better adjusted than I am.

Violet dreams of owning a catering service.  To dream of cooking means you want to take care of others and comfort them.  It also indicates you want affection and closeness to another person.  Folks, I think I just described Violet to a T.

In this excerpt from A New Dream, Matt is giving Violet a ride home after she accidentally smashed the cake he ordered for his brother’s birthday.

Matt lost his mind somewhere between the bakery counter and his reserved parking space. As Stacey had taught him, beautiful women like Violet didn’t want a cripple in their lives.  They didn’t especially want a man with a dull nine to five job either. Still, he’d like to invite her to Chris’s party.

 

Would she go with him if he asked? Something about the way she’d touched him when she scraped the cake off his shirt made him think that maybe she would. Maybe he imagined it, but once or twice he thought she’d been tracing the outline of his pecs.

 

Her eyes sparkled, too. Every time she looked at him her violet blue eyes started to twinkle.  When they did, his chest got tight, and he started to sweat. He thought about it, but he couldn’t remember feeling like that when he and Stacey started going out.

 

Violet demanded his attention by apologizing yet again. “I really am sorry about the cake.”

 

“Forget it. No harm done.” Why was she so concerned about his reaction? Nobody got hurt. Come to think of it, Marjorie too had seemed worried. They were worried about their jobs, he thought in amazement.

 

For the first time he considered the responsibility he owed to the Chef’s Pantry employees. They needed their jobs to put food on the table, pay for college, and make car payments. It was up to him to see that everything ran smoothly so they could keep those jobs.

 

Violet sighed as she ran her finger along the top of the cake box. “It had a football player in a stadium, and I even labeled the lines on the field.”

 

A New Dream is available at http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=2676585 and at most retail outlets including B&N and Amazon.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Beyond the Book: Aww, Look at That Kitty


Hello, and welcome to this issue of Beyond the Book.  Today’s visitor is Rachel Amos Hayes my heroine in The Sentence.  Rachel came today to tell us about her new crusade.  Rachel, take it away.

Gosh, Elaine made me sound important!  LOL.  I’m not terribly important, but I think my new crusade is.  I recently joined an animal rescue organization.  Most people probably don’t see the need for such organizations, but if so, I bet they don’t know how many animals are subjected to horrific abuse and torture each year.  Estimates vary as to how many, but some sources estimate that in the US about half a million per year are victimized. 

Maybe people don’t understand that even animals suffer pain and fear when they’re abused.  I hope that’s the case.  Otherwise, we’re dealing with some cruel human beings. 

My own little cat is a rescue cat.  Someone dumped her from a car and sped away, leaving a small kitten to fend for itself.  My husband Clint saw the kitten and tried to catch her, but she was afraid and ran away.  Over the next week we fed her, and she gradually let us pet her. 

She was real sick which might be the reason her owner threw her away.  We took her to the vet who said she had a cold.  Kittens are very susceptible to colds.  He said to keep her warm and feed her well.  We did that, and she’s now a beautiful, healthy cat.  I took this picture of her sitting in one of my flower pots last year.  I called it potted cat.  And please don't think that black cats are bad luck.  They aren't.  That's just a silly superstition.

If you’d like to help animals, here are some things you can do.

1.      If you see an animal being abused, contact your local law enforcement officials or the humane society.

2.      Adopt a pet from the local animal shelter.  Sometimes they have purebreds, but a mixed breed dog often makes a better pet because they’re sometimes not as sickly as their pedigreed relatives.

3.      Never buy puppies from ‘puppy mills’ or places of that sort.

4.      Volunteer at your local shelter.

5.      Spread awareness wherever you can, maybe on your Facebook page.

Thanks in advance for all you do to help animals.
 
 
 

Monday, August 27, 2012

Animal Instinct



Lynette Endicott and Tami Dee, Authors
Desert Breeze Publishing

Time After Time Saga: Animal Instinct

Dr. Allison Green, descendent of a line of women who bear the Heartmark, a heart-shaped birthmark that identifies them as the target of an evil time-traveling enemy. Can Allison find a way to live with the sudden onslaught of ancestral memories depicting an epic battle for love?
Sean Barnett, the new detective in town.
Will Sean be the man to foil Meredith's ancient vow to wreak revenge on his Heartmark woman and deprive him and Allison of their true love?  
Can their animal helpers come to their aid?

Time After Time Saga: Animal Instinct
Authors: Lynette Endicott and Tami Dee
Length: Short Novel
Category: Contemporary, Speculative Romance
Rating: Warm
Photography/Artwork: Gwen Phifer

www.lynetteendicott.com                           http://www.tamidee.com/
www.twitter.com/LynetteEndicott            https://twitter.com/authortamidee

Available for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, Sony, iBook and PDF
Excerpt:
The spicy smell of the best Mexican restaurant in the state tickled her senses awake. She opened one eye. Mer was standing by the bed, grinning and waving a hand over a steaming plate to send the aromas her way.
"Like what you smell? Come and get it." Her friend turned on her heel and headed back to the dining nook where the take out containers were lined up, already half empty. Al rubbed her eyes and her stomach growled loudly. There were some advantages to having an impromptu roommate.
Allison slipped her fingers through her hair in an effort to smooth it. "Looks and smells amazing. How long did I sleep?" She glanced at the clock on the stove in some surprise.
It was almost eight o'clock.
Eyes gleaming with a rather manic light, Mer waved her down. "Sit, sit. Eat, while I tell you about the most scrumptious man ever to grace our fair city."
Allison only half listened. There was always someone in Mer's sights. She had dated most of the eligible men in town, some of them more than once. New man in town, new meat.
The rice and beans settled in a heavy ball in her stomach, and Allison tried to push away the bitter taste of disappointment Mer's words caused. It was Sean, of course. They worked together. She had met him when he went into the precinct office. Of course. All their adult lives, Mer had been the one to get the men that interested Allison. While no relationship lasted long, no man could turn away what she offered. Allison wasn't interested in her cast-offs, so when Mer started being interested, she stopped. It wasn't worth it.
Mer didn't seem to notice Allison had gone quiet. Or, rather than shoveling the delicious food down her throat, as she had been, she now pushed it around her plate with a fork.
She sighed and swallowed the unexpected tears building in her throat. Too bad. She had liked Sean Barnett. He was great with animals, and in her experience that usually meant he was a good guy. He was one she would have enjoyed getting to know. Ah, well, another prospect bites the dust.


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Saturday, August 25, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: The Cheerleader Messed Up

This sample comes from an unpublished work called The Captain and the Cheerleader.  In this excerpt my hero just found out why a woman he always wanted to date asked him out, and he found out in front of a room full of people he works with.


She caught Kurt right in front of his office door.  “Please, Kurt!  Listen to me.  It isn’t like Robin’s making it out to be.”

“You didn’t make a bet that you could make me ask you out?”
 
            “Yes, I did, but sleeping with you wasn’t a part of the bet."

Picture: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Miami_Dolphins_cheerleaders_visit_Guantanamo_-e.jpg

Sweet Saturday Sample: Don't Look At His Rear End

Welcome to Sweet Saturday Sample.  My excerpt today comes from Her Kind of Man.  Her Kind of Man was designated A True Gem by Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews.  You can buy the book at http://www.lachesispublishing.com/proddetail.asp?prod=HerKindofMan  or at http://www.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b133189/Her-Kind-of-Man/Elaine-Cantrell/?si=0

blurb:
Is it possible she’s finally found Her Kind of Man?

 
Ross Williams has been in love with Kara Cochrane since they were kids so when Kara's fiancĂ© Brandon Miles cheats on her and calls off their wedding—Ross steps in to rescue the damsel in distress.


A heartbroken Kara just wants to get on with her life and hunky Ross provides her with a definite distraction—that is until she starts falling for him. Big time.

 
But a devastating family secret threatens to destroy everything that Kara holds dear—including her relationship with Ross.
 
Excerpt:
 
Kara laid the kitten beside its mama, but before she could get to her feet, Ross gave her a little push and toppled her over into the hay. A second later he stretched out beside her.
“What’s your hurry?” He closed his eyes and teased Kara’s lips with his own. “Hold me.”
Kara didn’t mind if she did because Ross felt good in her arms. The fragrant, warm hay that kept her safe from prying, curious eyes gave her a feeling of security. Her arms slipped around Ross who kissed her again.
Punch-drunk from the destruction of so many hopes and dreams, kissing Ross still sent little shivers up and down Kara’s spine. Her entire body felt warm, pliant, and alive. She made no protest when Ross grabbed her bottom to pull her against him.
Ross did, though. He made a strange sound low in his throat, pulled out of her arms, and sat up.
“What’s wrong?” Kara whispered. “Hold me, Ross. I like it when you hold me.”
Ross ran a hand across his face. “I can’t, Kara. I want you too much. If I don’t stop now I won’t be able to.”
“Does it matter? We’re getting married in less than two weeks.”
Ross’s eyes blazed as his breath quickened. “If we could be sure nobody would interrupt us…. No, Neil or Bobby might walk in. Last thing I want them to see is my naked rear end.”
 
 
2 day is my mom and dad's anniversary.  They r gud parents 2 me.  Hapy anniversary Mom, and Dad.
 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Fashionista Friday: Can You Guess

Some days just call for jeans, don’t they? I searched for an outfit I liked, and I found one for only $1175. Yikes! Too much for me. So, I searched for a second outfit like the first one but with a price tag of only $135. Can you tell which is which? Maybe, but remember, over a thousand for one, just over a hundred for the other. Without looking at the item sources, can you pick the thrifty one? I’ll tell you which is which at the end of the post.
plaid

plaid by epcantrell featuring hobo bags




Tailored shirt
$49 - mexx.eu







Deadly Ponies hobo bag
$500 - superette.co.nz



Lisa Freede crystal jewelry
intermixonline.com


plaid 2

Okay, did you guess right? The second outfit is the inexpensive one. Are you going to buy it? It looks good to me.

I like the first one.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Gold Crucifix

Welcome to Nickie Fleming's blog tour.  Nickie is the author of The Gold Crucifix.  Here's a bit about Nickie.


Nickie Fleming was born and raised in the historical town of Dendermonde, Belgium – home of the legendary Horse Bayard.



She read English Literature at the University of Ghent, and got her master’s degree in philology. Since then, she has been working as a high school teacher.



Her interests besides reading and writing are travelling, skiing in winter and enjoying fine food.



Links:





I asked Nickie if she'd talk to us about the challenges of being an author.  Nickie, thank you so much for sharing with us.  Take it away!

When you are not being offered a million bucks to write a novel – like some of the authors I know personally – it is rather a challenge to write.

In my case, I did not set out to become an author and only live for my art. No, I wanted to do something entirely different, so I became a high school teacher. Lots of people think that being a teacher is like a lifelong vacation – hey, they have all these holidays, and being in a class with a bunch of kids can’t be very demanding, right??? Despite the hardships of confronting difficult students (and their parents) I do like my job and I believe I can say in truth that I have good interaction with those in my classes. I all treat them the same, for me it makes no difference where they come from or what their parents do. It’s what they do in my class what counts. They also know they can come to me if they’ve got a problem, and I will try to help them the best I can.

So writing is only a hobby for me. One that I have cherished since I was a little kid, since I grew up in a house full of books. I soon knew I could write novels in the tradition of Dumas and Dickens. I believe I was only 16 when I completed my first full length novel, Maria Gonzalez. Yes, the book which was published two years ago!

Although I kept making up stories all of my life, it took me until I reached my 50th birthday to realize I also wanted to be a published author. I’ve been lucky to find a publisher almost immediately.

As long as I can’t earn as much money as I make by being a teacher, I won’t give up my day time job. Being a woman, I’m able to do more than one thing at a time, so I can keep up with the preparation of my lessons and the correcting of papers, doing my part in the housekeeping (I live with my sister, and we both share the tasks) and the rest of the time is divided between my hobbies: reading, writing and travelling.

I set myself the goal of writing one book a year. Up to now it has worked out fine. I try to do some writing in the weekend, or during the holidays (of which we have so many!) but also when I’m at work. Sometimes my students are working on a task, while I makes some notes on my laptop. They can’t see it, but then I’m working on a novel…  Also on the train home to and from work I manage to write some pages, and sometimes the person sitting next to me asks what I’m doing and then I can explain about my being an author. You never know you’ll be selling a book by doing so.

To conclude, I don’t find it very challenging to write – but more so of having dinner ready (I hate cooking) or painting the walls of my house….


Nickie, we have a lot in common.  I too am a teacher.  I could relate to what you were saying.  Now let's read an excerpt from The Gold Crucifix.

Blurb:

England, mid seventeenth century. When young Sarah finds out that innkeeper Amos Jennings is not her father, she feels uncertain and scared. Her problems grow bigger when she starts a job as housekeeper and gets involved with two men who both want her love: the earl of Linfield, and his younger brother Richard. To escape these problems, Sarah takes off to London to begin a new life as actress at His Majesty’s Theatre.



Richard cannot forget the young woman her met at his brother’s. He is determined to find Sarah and make her his own--even his wife, despite what his family thinks of it. But love never comes easy. Richard and Sarah will have to face many a storm--even the Great Fire of London--before they can become one.


Excerpt:  This is where Sarah meets Richard, the brother of her employer, for the first time)



It happened in the last bend of the lane, just before the clearing where the lawns and flower-beds of the manor became visible.



All at once Sarah heard the thundering of a horse in full gallop, and before she could even jump to safety, she was pushed off the road into the soft grass of the verge. She was so stunned she did not hear the curse of the horseman and how he pulled his mount to a standstill.



Slowly, she crawled to an upright position and immediately noticed the pain in her right knee. Neglecting the fact that her basket had fallen and its contents were shattered over the path--some of them trodden on--she started to rub her knee fiercely. Only then did she notice the man, who had turned his horse and who was now throwing disdainful looks in her direction.



Suddenly, she realized what danger she had barely escaped. This notion triggered a fit of anger, which became so violent she turned hot and enflamed. Returning his glances with eyes that shot fire, she snarled, "You fool! You could have hurt me!"



The look in his eyes remained cold, but the tone of his voice revealed a show of interest.



"In case you shouldn't know, let me warn you that you find yourself on private property," he said.



She refused to be intimidated and was quick to answer. "So right you are. But I am the housekeeper of the Grange…sir," and she put all her contempt into the word, "and I have every right to be here. I was walking alongside the road and you should have been more careful! The least you can do is offer your apologies to me, and if you're a gentleman, you will help me pick up my belongings."


Thanks for including me in your blog tour.  Your book sounds wonderful.






Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Hello!  Welcome to my blog.  My guest today is one of my very favorite authors.  Her name is Jennifer Rae Gravely, and I believe you'll like her work as much as I do.  Jennifer, thank you so much for letting me interview you.  I know you're busy now that volleyball season has arrived.  For anyone who didn't know, Jennifer is the volleyball coach for the Pickens High volleyball team.  She's won four state championships.


Jennifer, Can you tell us five things about you that nobody would ever guess? Actually, you’d probably be able to tell if you met me more than once, but I love to change my hair color, and I mean drastically. From blond to a deep red mahogany, and even to an orange creamcicle color I found myself with the other day. In addition, my heroines tend to have the flavor of the season too. For instance, Persephone, from Knight of the Dead, has long, wavy deep red mahogany hair to match my color this past winter when I was writing the romantic suspense. Today I’m a brunette, and my newest heroine Randi has the same light brown color.

Wow! I’m going to count that as two things, Elaine.  Okay, would you believe that I’m actually a shy person, uncomfortable in the spotlight? Yet I always find myself being selected as the spokesperson when in a group situation; others must get the impression that I’m outgoing. Maybe it’s because I can lean toward the bossy side. Just ask my family.

Finally, sports and competition, at times, consume my life. During the volleyball season—I coach varsity volleyball at Pickens High School—I lose myself in the passion of the sport, and in the thrill of winning. With the season started, I’m obsessed with getting my fifth state championship, and a fourteenth for Pickens High School. However, I hope to find some time to write, and to read some great books.

What do you think makes a book a page turner? A solid plot and characters that make you feel.

Which genre of books appeals least to you? Why? Probably anything in the non-fiction section—I read to escape rather than to learn.  Also anything that is super technical. That goes back to the reading as entertainment rather than to further my knowledge these days.

On the average, how long does it take you to write a book? Considering my first unpublished novel and sequel took about ten years, and my published book Knight of the Dead took about six months from start to release, that would put my average at a little less than five years!

LOL.  That's funny.  Readers, I've read those first two books.  You wouldn't believe how good they are.  Would you share your links with us? Right now I’m in the process of designing a website with a blog, and I haven’t taken the plunge into the world of twitter. Remember, I told you, I am a shy person at heart! But you can find Knight of the Dead at Astraea Press, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and any number of other sites offering ebooks under Jennifer Rae Gravely.

We’d love to read an excerpt. Be sure to give us a buy link. Thanks, Elaine, for letting me stop by your blog.

From chapter two: the heroine works at a daycare, and is waiting with the new child for the father.

The pristine white SUV pulled in the church parking lot at a

quarter to six. This had to be him. Persephone ushered Rose out the

door and met the businessman as he slid from his vehicle. At least

six feet two inches with broad shoulders and an athletic build, he

oozed confidence as he stepped forward.



He didn’t offer an apology for keeping her waiting but

instead addressed the child, “How did you like your first day,

Rosebud?” He ruffled her short brown hair.



“My teacher read me a story about a giraffe. When can we

go see a giraffe?” Rose hopped from side to side.



“Someday,” he answered. “When it gets warmer.” He pulled

her navy blue wool coat tighter around her, but they continued to

stand in the space beside his immaculately detailed vehicle.



Persephone didn’t have time for the tender moment, but she

tried to remain patient rather than risk offending the man. Rose

resembled her father, with the same blue eyes and high

cheekbones. Even though his dark hair belied a hint of gray at the

temples, it did nothing to detract from his arresting good looks. No

doubt his wife was gorgeous too — the picture perfect family. An

unexpected wave of envy caught Persephone off guard.



“Can Miss Purr-So-Funny come home with us and read

another story?”



After glancing in Persephone’s direction, he turned his

attention to his daughter. “It’s Persephone,” he corrected. “Did

Miss Persephone tell you the story of her name? Her story explains

why we have spring.” Rose shook her head and then looked at

Persephone in excited anticipation.



Persephone hesitated. She needed to be gone ten minutes

ago. “Can I tell you tomorrow morning?” It was now completely

dark, and she still had one headlight that didn’t work on her car.



Rose looked crushed. “I thought you were coming home

with us.”



Persephone shook her head slowly. “Not tonight. I have

plans.”



“We’re not going home anyhow, Rosebud.” The father

opened the back door and hoisted Rose to the booster seat and

buckled her in. Rose waved, and then he closed the door.



As Persephone turned to leave, Rose’s father spoke, “I have

to go back to my office. I know you said you had plans, but I really

need someone to watch Rose while I work. I’ll pay you thirty

dollars an hour.” His blue eyes were serious. “Cash.”



Persephone quickly did the math. “I need to run an errand

first. Can you give me the address and I’ll meet you there?”



“Absolutely.” He reached in the pocket of his brown blazer

and pulled out a business card. She noticed the wedding band as he

handed her the card. His nails were trimmed and neat. The address

was on the north side of town. “It’s the free standing white-washed

house with the towering magnolia tree in the front beside the

stairs.”



“I know the place.” She smiled, looking up into his blue

eyes. “The old Timmon’s Home at the end of the business block on

North Main Street.” Breaking her eyes from his intensity, she

glanced again at the card.



“Yes,” he confirmed. He ran his hand through his dark hair,

making the front flip up. “I’ll tell Rose that you’ll join us later.

She’ll be thrilled.”



“She’s a sweet girl. See you soon, Mr. Lawrence.”



Persephone spun on her heel and paced the length of the

playground to the employee lot. She checked her phone for the

time. Ten minutes. Maybe she could still make it.

Jennifer, thank you so much for sharing with my readers.  Persephone is a heroine that most of us can relate to and admire.  In one week she gets thrown out of an insurance agency, loses her job, is mistaken for a ...  Well, never mind.  As you can see, there's a lot going on!  Here's a link to the book at Astraea Press.  They sell pretty much all formats there.  http://www.astraeapress.com/#ecwid:category=662245&mode=product&product=13594241