Sunday, October 28, 2012

Tina Gayle Mayhem, Books, and Pri$es for Howloween

Leave a comment to win either a copy of my ebook "Birth" or "Revive"

Make sure you have your email address in the post so I can email you the book if you win. Leaving a comment on any of the Howloween post qualifies to win one of my books.

Executives' Wives' Club series

Four women...
One fatal car wreck...
Everyone's lives changed...

Book 1 - Revive

Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club continue to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.

But does he love her or her money?

Book 2 - Birth

Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.

Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?

Read the 1st chapter of any of my book on my website

Good Luck,


Thursday, October 25, 2012

Tina Gayle's Howloween Bunny Jumping Event

Leave a comment to win either a copy of my ebook "Birth" or "Revive"

Make sure you have your email address in the post so I can email you the book if you win.

Executives' Wives' Club series

Four women...
One fatal car wreck...
Everyone's lives changed...

Book 1 - Revive

Needing to revive her life and jump start her heart, Jennifer Larson is facing the biggest challenge of her life, moving into an unplanned future. While the rest of the Executives Wives' Club continue to mourn their husbands, Jen is tempted into the future by a sexy chiropractor, Hagan Chaney.

But does he love her or her money?

Book 2 - Birth

Brie Sullivan has a new baby girl and there are a million things to do, but Brie doesn’t have the energy to keep up. Why? She’s still grieving for her husband and suffering from baby blues, but she won’t let that stop her. She’s come up with the answer--find a new husband to be the father of her kids.

Jason Clark has been doing everything he can to help Brie. He loves her but can he accept her proposal of marriage knowing she’s not thinking clearly about the future?

Read the 1st chapter of any of my book on my website

Good Luck,


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Time Monster's Minions - Kill Them by Tina Gayle

All of us know people who slow us down. Either they don’t plan ahead, or they get behind and hand you their stuff at the last minute.

This can kill a well laid out schedule if you are depending on someone to get something done.

Here are a few things that might help:

  1. Reorganize – Review the way things need to be done so that you’re not held up by the people who are constantly behind.
  2. Set deadlines - If they don’t meet your schedule let them know you won’t be done on time. (This is important even if you’re at the bottom of the food chain. They have to know others are depending on you too.)
  3. Keep moving - Either by working on something else until you get the information you need or by getting enough key information from them that you can keep working without waiting for them to finish.
  4. Learn other’s method of working - Some people are always in crisis mode, find out who these people are and give them an earlier deadline, that way you might get the information by the time you need it. Or if a person gets things right away, you might put off giving them the work so that when they get it back to you, you’ll be able to finish it right away.
As we keep learning again and again, planning is the key to winning the battle against the time monster.

Best of  luck with your Frankenstein,


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Tina Gayle's Fast Chocolate Fix

It's that time of year when the treats come out.
This is an easy fudge recipe that doesn't take all day to make.
1 (8 oz.) semi-sweet chocolate bits
1 (14 oz.) can Eagle Brand milk
Dash of salt
1/2 to 1 c. nuts
1 1/2 tsp. vanilla

Melt bits in milk over low heat, remove from heat and add nuts and vanilla. Spread in lightly buttered 9 inch pan; chill until firm, cut.
Remove from pan. Store at room temperature.
Better after 24 hours.

Have a great day,


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Awakening to Reality - A Super Mom Moment

The alarm sounds.

Hearing it, our super hero opens her eyes. Ever vigilant to saving the world, she responds by swatting at the button to put a stop to the endless racket. The beeping stops but the peaceful sound of silence did not follow in its wake.

Angry words, loud shouts, and grunts of conflict race down the hall to her ears.

Our hero, tired and weary from a sleepless night, leaps from her resting-place, throws her satin cape around her shoulders, slides her feet into her bunny slippers, and heads for the door. With her pace less than the speed of light, she shuffles around the corner in a rush. The sleep in her eyes blurs the sight of the kitchen, which lays only a short distance in front of her.

The scene she’s faced many times before was a battle of wills, a force of nature clashing together, their youthful action plays out the fight for dominance. One locked in the grips of puberty, the other loud with adolescent energy vibrating off the walls. Each uses his muscles to take out his frustration on the other.

With his arms around his opponent’s neck, the older one struggles for the contents of a cereal box that is between them.

“You have to finish the other cereal before you can have any of this.”

Twisting forward the smaller one tries to throw his assailant over his shoulder, but the action only achieves a more precarious position. “No, you do. I ate more than my share.”

With the weight advantage, the larger one bears down on his contender, attempting to push him to the ground. There the dance starts. With a quick dart, each move is countered with a responding movement.

If it wasn’t for the restrained violence in the movements, it could be viewed as a graceful ballet. Each knowing their part, they duck—turn--sway to the rhythm of an unseen orchestra.

Each actor makes the defensive response, but our hero knows how quickly the dance can end with someone getting hurt.

“Stop it. I haven’t even gotten dressed yet and you two are at it,” our hero communicates her displeasure, killing the action with her voice.

Sullen looks and wounded pride flash through their eyes before they release their holds. A final push, a dirty look, neither shows any weakness to the other. They each wanted to show that they were only bowing to a force stronger than both of them.

Neither was brave enough to oppose our super hero.

“He started it,” Cory whined.

“Sorry,” Haden murmured in a lower voice.

Spoken close together they both hope to win favor from their enforcer with their plea, a predictable ploy and ineffective in gaining them leniency.

With a grim look and a decisive judgment, our hero controlled the situation. “Split the last of the old cereal, then if you want more we can open the new cereal.”

“Aww, mom.”

Our super hero hits the wall of her truth.

Doesn’t reality bite?

Hope you enjoyed a peer into my world and have a great day,


Monday, October 15, 2012

Tina Gayle's Titillating Tidbits

It's the beginning of a new week so let's start with a inspiration.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
Oscar Wilde

It's close to Halloween and the bunny hop seems to be going around. I have heard of a number of events where people can win all sorts of prizes. I'm doing one here called

Has over 300+ people involved so if you want to get in on the fun. Check out

also make sure to stop back by for a chance to win.

Author corner - if you haven't look into you might want to give it a shot.
It gives you a chance to work with other authors, who will retweet your information to their readers if you retweet theirs. A win win.

My Plug --

“Learning to love again after such heartache and stress is no small achievement” a review of my book "Birth” find it at
Have a great week,


Friday, October 12, 2012

Wild Wizard From the Past - Guest C.B.McKee

Hey C.B., thanks for stopping by today.

Excited to be here and to tell you about my book.

Okay, then let's get to it. Why did you write the YA story?

Very good question. One, I asked myself a lot while writing the story.

Mainly, I believe because I want to go back in time. Setting in 1863, Ace is an orphan and has been tossed around from one place to another. The people, she's lived with, have not always been kind.

Yet, the story explores how the real world and the magical world both have simular problems. Both are struggling with unrest from their people. Both are searching for answers.

Here is the official blurb

Uprooted from a small Texas town, Florence “Ace” Fox is stashed in a camp for orphans, Weirdness abounds with the director talking of wizards and casting spells. He even claims she’s possessed, and that the entity is sending her power levels off the charts.

Rebel Wizards learn of her strength and decide they can use Ace to their benefit and greed to gain control of The World!!  They plot against her.

In danger and on the run, Ace and her friends’ travel through the old west looking for a way to rid her of the entity. They discover that only the leaders of the wizarding world can help, but will she like their solution?

Jail, death, or powerless.
Great, so do we also get an excerpt.
“Do you realize you have a powerful energy field?” Saw spoke as if she hadn’t said a word.
Ace blinked. Her adopted Indian father had told her the same thing many times. A spiritual leader of his tribe, he had a connection to the other worlds in the universe. Few people she’d met outside the Native American community understood energy fields or auras. What should she say? Was this a trick to make her admit she had some type of evil powers? Then he’d feel justified in killing her.
“Yes, people have mentioned that before.” She tucked her bag under her arm readying herself to spring into action should he make any unexpected movement.
“You haven’t though been taught to control your abilities and become a full wizard.” His sentence, more of a statement of fact than a question, didn’t require an answer yet she couldn’t let it go.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are no such things as wizards and magic. Those are things for horror stories and fairy tales.” She voiced the opinion of every white person she’d ever met, stifling the truth of what she’d seen during her time with her adopted tribe.
Saw laughed.
The sound startled her and she leaned back. Her shoulders hit the back of the chair. She stared at the man.
Without trying, she suddenly noticed how energy pulsed around his body. A golden glow captured her immediate attention. The fear she’d harbor against him melted. She drew in a cleansing breath. The man had no desire to do her any harm. In fact he had only her best interest at heart.
How did she know that?
She straightened, easing deeper onto the chair. “You’re a shaman too, aren’t you?”
He grinned and raised an eyebrow of inquiry. “Similar, but not the same. For now, though, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? Where did you pick up the entity residing within you?”
Ace shook her head, uncertain what the man was talking about. She had no other entity dwelling within her spirit. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
He nodded. His piercing gaze nailed her, causing goose bumps to pop onto her skin. “All right, then tell me about your family. I believe your father and mother were killed when you were very young?”
The question revealed Mr. Harris had given Saw a brief history of her life thus far. “Yes, and then I lived with—” She paused not wanting to reveal the tribe she had belong to. They were good people and deserved to be left alone. “—a tribe of Indians for a while before I moved in with the minister and his wife.”
“That’s where Frank found you?”
“And you had no desire to come here?”
She eyed him cautiously. If he she said yes, would he take offense? Again, the gold in his aura calmed her fears. Her mind formed a connection to her father. Saw wanted to protect her from others. Why? She didn’t have a clue. “I was happy there and saw no reason to leave.”
“Maybe, but here you are going to learn the power you truly possess.”
Ace frowned. Puzzling bewilderment gnawed at her gut. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
You can buy it at
And find out more about Ace  at
Nothing for you?
No, Ace is the wizard and star of the show.
Well, thanks so much for stopping by, best of luck with your book,

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Spark of Inspiration from "The Beldam’s Eye" Author

Inspiration is a funny thing. It strikes at the oddest times, and more often than not, it’s nothing but a spark at first. What you do with that spark is what matters.
I can trace the inspiration for The Beldam’s Eye all back to two characters: Petra Finn and Winford Jasper (who affectionately call each other Pete and Winnie).
Originally, the book took place in Victorian England. Pete and Winnie came to me one day while I was walking through downtown Columbus, Ohio. I knew they were graverobbers who happened upon a supposedly enchanted ring called The Beldam’s Eye. They were hapless and ignorant and rather dirty but wanted to use the ring to their advantage. They went, I decided, to an elderly professor named Erasmus Bramble for assistance.
These are the ideas that first sparked my interest in the story of The Beldam’s Eye.
Flash-forward to now. The book takes place in modern day rural Ohio. Pete and Winnie are a couple of comic book nerds who find a pocket watch on the sidewalk, a cursed pocket watch called The Beldam’s Eye. They are merely supporting players in the novel. The lead role is Erasmus Bramble, a thirty-year-old paranormal investigator. The earliest plot for the novel had no ghosts, no paranormal plot at all; it was an adventure novel.
Inspiration changes; what inspires an author today may not inspire them tomorrow. What initially pulled me to this story wasn’t at all what drove me to finish it. At first I was intrigued by Victorian novels and my drive to explore the lives of these two graverobbers. In the end I was inspired by paranormal investigation and the entirely-renovated character of Erasmus Bramble. As a writer, you have to follow what inspires you, and that will change. What inspires me to write most of all are my characters. I come up with these people in my head, and my desire to learn more about them is what drives me to write.
If you cling to something that no longer causes that spark in you, your writing just… isn’t going to be that good. So, find that inspiration and chase it, but be sure to know when it’s time to move on.

The Bedlam’s Eye

by Jennifer Rainey



When Erasmus Bramble finds the recently-deceased Angus Heyer rummaging through his kitchen cabinets, he knows he has a unique case on his hands. 

As paranormal investigators in rural Ohio, Ras and his business partner Antony Yeats tackle ghostly problems on a daily basis, from poltergeist exterminations to troubled spirits just looking for a shoulder to cry on. Angus isn’t looking for ghost therapy. He needs Ras and Yeats to help him retrieve a pocket watch stolen from him after death, a pocket watch that is said to be cursed: The Beldam’s Eye.

The skeptical Ras and Yeats agree to take Angus’s case, but they soon find themselves in over their heads, facing murder, theft and perilous dark magic. Is it all just backwoods superstition or is the curse of The Beldam’s Eye grisly reality?



Ras could hear shuffling in the kitchen. He ruffled his hands through his wet hair and walked into the living room.

A ghost covered in soot rummaged through his kitchen cabinets, humming lowly to himself, and he smiled when he found a mug that looked like a purple cat. Its tail curled into the handle, and this amused him. The occasional spark of fire flew from his dark fingers.

Ras opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by, “Well, you gonna stand there, or you gonna get me something to drink?” The ghost burst into laughter too quickly and turned to face him. His glowing orange eyes seemed somehow mirthful, but he didn’t let his guard down. Ghosts were known for their mood swings. Being reduced to nothing but a mass of paranormal energy complete with its own electromagnetic field will do that to a person. “I’m jokin’, I’m jokin’! I couldn’t drink anything anyway.”

Ras smiled. “I wonder why you’re looking through my cabinets, then.”

“Oh, just pokin’ around,” the ghost answered in a creaky voice. “Gettin’ to know ya. I’m gonna have to if we’re gonna work together, right?”

Ras laughed. “Really? What can you tell by looking at my coffee cups?”

“Well… you like cats? Purple ones, I reckon. You got a purple cat around here somewhere?”

Ras knew in situations like this, the worst thing one could do was antagonize the ghost. Sometimes a ghost was a little addled by the dying process. It was better to try to out-crazy a spirit, make them think you were the one with a screw loose.

“Not a purple one, I’m afraid,” Ras answered, “but I did have a blue one once. I’ve always been fond of blue cats!”

“Ah, you see! Close enough, right? And I could tell that just by pokin’ through your coffee cups. I’m a regular Sherlock Holmes.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jennifer Rainey was raised by wolves who later sold her to gypsies. She then joined the circus at the age of ten. There, she was the flower girl in the famed Bearded Bride of Beverly Hills show until the act was discontinued (it was discovered that the bearded lady was actually a man).  From there, she wandered around the country selling novelty trucker hats with vaguely amusing sayings printed on front. Somehow, she made enough money to go to The Ohio State University for a major in English.

Jennifer will provide two $20 Amazon GCs and five copies of Thoroughly Modern Monsters, her short story collection to randomly drawn commenters during the tour. The grand prize to one randomly drawn commenter will be a $25 Amazon Gift card, a copy of These Hellish Happenings (her first novel) and a copy of Thoroughly Modern Monsters.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Thanks Jennifer for stopping by and hope you enjoyed your time at OSU.

I did,


Monday, October 8, 2012

Tina Gayle's Tidings of Useless Information

Hey, if you haven't noticed, I've changed up my blog. Instead of giving you snippets everyday about useless information I've decide to write several long blogs a week with the same mindless stuff.

So here we go....

Inspiration - Early to bed and early to rise makes you cranky, tired, and irratible all wait that's me...anyone have any coffee.

Okay, not the inspirational, unless you happen to be like me, then well you've learn that you're not alone.

Sharing a fun link that I received from a friend...getting old stinks...but it helps to keep them laughing....

Check it out.

Author's Corner -- man, the things authors will do to get their name out their. We all want likes for our books and our facebook page.

One new author is hosting authors on her facebook page every Sunday. If you'd like her to host you send an email to diane kratz <> along with your buy link.

My plugs-

I can always use a few likes for my facebook author page too.

If you leave a comment with your author page, I'll like you back.

So until next time, be safe, have a little fun, and smile.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Better Dead or Alive? Excerpt for "Mating Rituals"

A snippet to wet your appetite.

“Cyd, we have a problem,” Stihl said into his ECD. With Marohka in his arms, he dropped into the hard seat of the IPT car.

“What happened? Marohka skipped out on you again?” Cyd answered with a laugh.

“No.” Stihl shook with fear. “I think she’s been poisoned.”

He stroked her hair where she lay on his lap. “Her tongue has several green spots like Dusty’s. Call Harrigun. Get him over there right away with the antidote.”

“Right, how long until you arrive?”

“We’re on our way. We’ll be there in a few itons,” Stihl grumbled, “if this car would travel a little faster.”

“Harrigun will be here by the time you arrive,” Cyd ended.

A cold sweat dripped down Stihl’s back. He debated whether to take her to a medical facility. He didn’t believe they’d be able to diagnose her problem. When his dog, Dusty, got sick, they figured out what happened after he died. Better prepared this time, Stihl felt confident he could arrange the right kind of help.

A warning? Or did someone miss the mark, and he should be the one out cold?

He scanned Marohka, and a strange emotion bloomed inside him and poured through his cells. He wanted to identify the gut-wrenching pain.


Yes, but it didn’t explain the ache around his heart. Outside of beating someone senseless in some barroom brawl or fighting with his father, Stihl rarely experienced this type of deep twisting reaction. And he disliked the feeling.

Why would someone wanted to hurt her?

He knotted his hands.


Maybe, a part of what he was feeling was that he should’ve shielded her from any type of attack. The fear, which had consumed him when she’d fainted in his arms, still rumbled through his nerves like sharp knives. He’d admit blending with Marohka offered a certain level of excitement. And she might prove to be useful for his new adventure, but any deeper feelings like fear or grief were unrealistic.

A means to an end, a useful partner, a possession, nothing more could exist. Nothing more was feasible. He lacked the time for the love and commitment routine.

The twitch of her hand against his forced him to question his callous thoughts. A beautiful person with feeling and desires he’d only just begun to understand, she’d won his respect. Devoted, she’d fought to protect her family and also to maintain her career.

As his responsibility, he sought to secure her safety and convince her, their marriage could work. But . . .
Read the first chapter on my website.
Purchase at:
Have a great day,


Thursday, October 4, 2012

Visit From Passionate Cook - Anita Philmar

Hi Anita

Thanks for letting me blog with you today. I'm part of a whole group of authors who have help put together a cookbook for AREcafe. It's a free book on their site and can be download at
Here is my recipe. 

Smoking Hot Bourbon Beef

1 tablespoon honey
2 tablespoons brown Sugar
½ cup of your favorite steak sauce
¼ cup bourbon whiskey
2 teaspoons prepared mustard
4 (10 ounce) steaks

1. Combine first 5 ingredients together (everything except
the steak) in a baking dish or large plastic storage bag
and mix well.
2. Add steak and cover or seal. Allow to marinate for at
least two hours or overnight.
3. Preheat grill to medium or high heat. Can also cook
under your broiler in the oven.
4. Grill steaks. Allow 5-7 minutes on each side depending
on the doneness you prefer. Turn over halfway through

My latest release is

Hotwired for each other...

When Ross Dixon is kidnapped from his office, along with the sexy lawyer who'd been busting his balls over a deal that should have been a walk in the park, he wakes to find a devotion chip surgically implanted in his brain. If that isn't bad enough, the chip, designed to trigger emotional reactions between him and the woman lying next to him, is working overtime on his libido.

Mistaken for Ross's flavor of the month, Kayla Michaels, a 22nd century lawyer, doesn't have a problem spending time in Ross's bed--or over his desk--but she wants no part in the romantic feelings the chip is provoking. She's been down that road before and ended up burned.

Kayla and Ross struggle to find answers while coming to terms with the constant lust sizzling between them, but along the way each wonders if the emotions are real or just a side effect of being hotwired.

Here are all the places you can find me


Also everyone, you can buy Anita's books at

Thanks Anita, for visiting with me today.


Monday, October 1, 2012

@authortinagayle -MMI - Journey

I wish you a very good journey to an unknown you've never seen.
Pieter V Admiraal