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Comment by Jo-Anne Vandermeulen on November 29, 2009 at 7:13pm

Hey Constance...hope you have as much fun as we do on the show...:). Good luck.
Tip - Before the show, set-up an Event in Facebook and send out invitations to all your followers.
Jo

Comment by Constance Lawrence on November 29, 2009 at 4:27pm

Hi, Jo-Anne, I am also looking forward to an interview about my new book. It is an intense Jamaican love story.
Connie Lawrence
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/AreMenReallyDogs.html

Comment by Jo-Anne Vandermeulen on November 27, 2009 at 4:58pm

Special Guest, Expert Ghost Writer CLAUDIA SUZANNE, on Authors Arti...

No, this is not Hallowe’en. Ghostwriters aren’t that kind of ghosts; but in a way, they are. A ghostwriter is someone who takes on the voice and writes the book of someone else’s story. He/she often does not take any recognition in the publication of the finished book; but often, comes away with an income of around $100,000 a year. A chameleon with the ability to not only camouflage with its surroundings; but also, can expertly statisticize the story heard into a fabulous production. (Click the link above to read more...)

Comment by Jennifer Chase on November 27, 2009 at 4:43pm

Would like to be asked for an interview on my 2nd Thriller Novel
A Brief Look Into "Dead Game" -- Chapter One Excerpt

Chapter One Tuesday 23:00 Hours
The cold Monterey Bay quickly surrounded her petite body as she eased herself further into its icy grip. She unconsciously took a deep cleansing breath and slowly let out an exhalation.

Fog deftly floated across the boat harbor at Gulls Landing, and then headed east with the usual paranormal flair. The atmospheric ghost continued to gradually suffocate the masts of nearby boats until they were no longer visible.

Her vision was obscured only by the heavy coastal evening weather, but she knew the direction she needed to swim. A child’s life depended upon her expertise and there was no time for any mistakes. It was entirely up to her now.

Emily Stone moved expertly, almost silently, through the water. The eerie sound of silence pounded in her ears as it tried desperately to confuse her equilibrium. She felt a slithering chill try to penetrate her tight wetsuit, but she continued to glide effortlessly, pulled by an unknown evil force. A faint clank reverberated through the many boat slips as they gently rocked back and forth from the subtle changing tide.

A single light reflected through the fog at the end of the last pier. Emily knew it was from the boat that doubled as a prison for eight-year-old Mandy Alvarez. She had been snatched from her safe Salinas front yard only a few days earlier. Mandy had been innocently playing with several of her favorite dolls on the front lawn, when the predator approached and made his bold move. He had watched her for more than a week and studied the neighborhood’s habits. It was easy when the time was right. He grabbed her, picked her up, forced her into his car, quickly restrained her with waiting handcuffs, and sped away. It took only an instant, and then she was gone.

Emily, experienced with criminal profiling and intense investigative techniques, was able to close in on the list of probable suspects and found Simon Gafferty to be one of particular interest. There were several registered sex offenders within six blocks of Mandy’s house, but Simon seemed to fancy eight-year-old girls with long brown hair. He had been suspected of several failed attempts to abduct little girls from the Stockton, California area and now he was residing in coastal Monterey.

The boat was registered to a mutual friend that was serving ten years in Soledad prison for armed robbery, and it would serve Simon well as a safe hideout for his evil deeds until he moved the girl to another location, killed her, and dumped the body. He would then be free to troll again for his next victim.

Emily adjusted her remote headset and softly said, “I wish I could trade places with you right now.”

A quarter of a mile away, at the end of a deserted shipyard, a black Ford Explorer was tucked in next to a decrepit sailboat with peeling blue and yellow paint, which had once been shiny and brilliant cruising on the bay. For just a moment, there was a slight flicker of light from a reflection obscured in the night. Then an outline materialized of a man sitting in the driver’s seat.

Rick Lopez smiled and said, “I’d trade places with you for this cold any day.” He sniffled dramatically as he looked at his laptop computer. A dark green blinking cursor moved across the screen.

Rick continued, “Where are you?” His chiseled jaw tightened with concern as he studied the screen.

Emily made her way toward one of the docks as a shortcut. She whispered in response, “In the water.”

Rick replied, “Funny. What’s your ETA?”

“About four minutes give or take a few seconds.”

“You are just going to take identifying photos, right?” He emphasized.

Emily didn’t answer.

She patted her waterproof pocket that contained her small cell phone and underwater digital camera. She felt exposed and vulnerable without her two firearms, her usual Glock 17 and a Beretta Bobcat that she always carried tucked tightly against her body and in her ankle holster.

“I know you heard me.” Rick waited for her to answer and absently adjusted his headset in anticipation. His dark eyes seemed to grow even darker as he waited for her to answer. He sipped his already lukewarm coffee and imagined a warmer and more comfortable place to be instead of this mission.

Finally she responded, “Of course.”

Rick knew Emily could be impulsive at times and she took too many dangerous chances, but he loved her spirit and he wouldn’t dare do anything that would extinguish it.

Emily could see several large boulder-like outlines along the closest pier and squinted her eyes trying to make out the shapes, but she couldn’t ascertain what they were. The gate entrance was locked and secure, and everything else seemed quiet.

Suddenly, something hooked her left foot, and for a brief instant, she panicked. Her breathing became shallow and her heart rate pounded like an erratic jackhammer. She twisted in the water, which caused her arms to flail with rapid splashes. To her dismay, a rogue piece of seaweed had wound itself around her left ankle. Easily, she untangled the intrusive sea vegetation and continued her cold swim, feeling a bit annoyed with her hasty reaction.

Emily’s thoughts returned to what the little girl must be thinking at this critical moment and how everyone had abandoned her in her time of need. The little girl must have been afraid for her life at every moment, and imagined the evil practices that this man was going to do to her if she wasn’t rescued in time.

Emily moved closer among the pilings beneath the boats. She could barely make out the names painted on the sides of the carefully tended sailboats that read “The Sea Urchin” and “Lil’ Cindy”.

More movement caught Emily’s eye. She waited a moment to try and focus her sight on the large outline.

Nothing.

It was quiet and still as the fog continued to drift over the harbor.

Now, she wished that Rick had accompanied her. Maybe it was just her nerves because of the eerie fog cover in the middle of the night, and the fact that she was all alone that seemed to cast an eerie atmosphere.

Rick tapped his finger with nervous energy on the laptop computer. Movement shifted in the back of the Explorer. A large black Labrador retriever head emerged and pushed a wet nose at Rick’s face.

“Hey Sergeant. You worried too?” He scratched the large dog behind the ears. “You know your mom, she can be so pigheaded sometimes.” The dog seemed to agree with him and started to calmly pant in anticipation.

Emily counted the boat slips that led up to the child abductor’s boat.

There were now only six.

It was deserted on the pier and particularly still. The light began to brighten on her target and she was almost there.

Splash.

Emily froze.

She slowly turned around in the water.

There was a large ring of ripples in the water and it headed straight toward her. Her eyes were now accustomed to the darkness and unsettling fog cover. The large outlines that she had seen previously on the dock were a group of sea lions snoozing quietly on the pier. One curious large male sea lion weighing in at about 750 pounds approached her at attack speed. She suddenly felt a hard glancing bump on her right side as the aggressive sea mammal quickly hit, changed direction and then faced Emily head-on. He positioned himself ready for a battle.

All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Jennifer Chase


Dead Game will be available next month. I will post the release date and all the details when they become available.


Jennifer Chase
Author & Criminologist

Blog: http://www.authorjenniferchase.blogspot.com/
Website: http://www.jenniferchase.vpweb.com/

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Comment by Jo-Anne Vandermeulen on November 20, 2009 at 10:17am

Have you ever mingled with a Ghostwriter? How about had the opportunity to join in a conversation with one? This Tuesday night at 8:00pm (Mtn/Sk Time Zone) is your chance.

Talk about EXPOSURE for you and your book.

I'm very excited to announce my special guest on "Authors Articulating with Jo-Anne Vandermeulen", expert Ghostwriter - CLAUDIA SUZANNE. She has written or ghosted over 100 books...and is the only one in the world who teaches Ghostwriting.

Here's the link for more information: http://bit.ly/3XolfV

Hope to hear from you Tuesday...:).

Comment by Chad Fleagle on November 20, 2009 at 9:17am

TOME OF MIDNIGHT (TWO SAMPLE CHAPTERS OF STORY TWO)


I'd love to talk about my available book Sky Park or the one in the works.

Comment by Constance Lawrence on November 18, 2009 at 6:17pm

Oooh!!! Sounds harsh
http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/AreMenReallyDogs.html

Comment by Chad Fleagle on November 17, 2009 at 3:20pm

Comment by ParaNovelGirl on November 17, 2009 at 2:48pm

I'd love to be on your BLOGTALKRADIO show. I'm a multi-published author with Red Rose Publishing who has sold to date three singles and two series (total of 20 books) My first one launches on Dec 10/09 Small Packages-A Christmas Story. Though this one is strictly romance, most of my books are paranormal romantic suspense, paranormal romantic comedy and more. I also write non-fiction but haven't got that one done yet.
Thanks
Franny Armstrong-ParaNovelGirl
www.paranovelgirls.com
www.paranovelgirl.blogspot.com
www.frannyarmstrong.blogspot.com
www.redrosepublishing.com

Comment by Gene Cartwright on November 17, 2009 at 2:27pm

A Must Read

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