Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Feed Your Creative Soul

My husband and I love to travel. He likes to take pictures while I enjoy just seeing the wonders nature creates.
Today, I thought I would share a few pictures of some of the places I've been. They are amazing places that I wish everyone could see at one point or another in their life.
As a writer, I love to weave stories about these places. Most of the stories are just created in my head and never make it to page or a computer file.
But I feel that by seeing new places, I am feeding my creative soul.
What feeds your creative soul?
News articles?
Time alone?
What ever it is, remember to take a little time to refuel.
Have an awesome day,

Monday, July 29, 2013

Writer's Tip - Cutting the Unnecessary, #asmsg

Those pesky words we over use.

I have a long list of words I search for that I over use. All writers do it and during the rewrite phase we have to go back and cut out the overuse of certain words.

Example -


Try cutting these words and see how much stronger your writing becomes.


Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Bounty for Love by AJ Wiliams

Alek Kairis is a man on a mission to keep those around him safe from the dangers of a lurking dirty cop. But, before he can protect everyone, Alek learns of a deep secret that could not just change his life, but change his ability to protect those around him.

Tess Michaels only wanted her brother’s safety; she did not realize that she too would be placed in danger. Yet, the danger that is following her is not the only threat she faces. When she learns the truth of who her son’s father is, not only will her life change, but so will her child’s.

Once the truth comes out, there is no going back for Alek or Tess. What’s worse is that their ever-growing attraction is a distraction that neither of them need. Can Tess and Alek work together, or will danger and secrets tear them apart forever?

Purchase and check out her reviews on Amazon at

Thanks AJ for sharing. It sounds like you have a winner on your hands.


Monday, July 22, 2013

You Need a Time Out

Life gets busy and we started going at such a pace we can't seem to slow down.
The laundry needs to be done, dinner fixed, the bathroom need, or a hundred other things that need to be done around the house. This isn't even counting the things you need to do for work.
Working at home can only add to the challenge, because you stare at all those chores all day long. Add in the things you need to work on and you can easily feel overwhelmed.
That's why, I believe that it is important to take a few minutes each day to sit back and breathe.
Count the blessing in your life...
What are those again?
Some days it takes me a moment to remember.
the beauty of the world around me
my kids
the birds singing endlessly outside my window
Let the peace of the moment settle your thoughts and then you can go back to the hustle and bustle of your job, housework, and the hundred and one things you need to do.
Maybe, after you're moment of rest, you'll be able to handle the task with a smile.
Life is good, we just need to remind ourselves of the fact occasionally.
Have a great week,

Friday, July 19, 2013

Summer Time Fun

So what are you doing this summer?

Keeping the kids best can be a chore. They want to be moving all the time.

I tried to scheduled fun things to do that would keep them entertained other than tv and video games.

Here are some suggestions-

  •  go to the zoo
  • visit a theme park
  • take a bike ride to the park and have a picnic
  • play catch
  • wash the car
  • talk a walk

For quieter activities,

  • I love to go to the library. We would pick out stacks of books. This gave us plenty of items to read for those lazy days of summer.

  • Drawing is something else I enjoyed doing. If they don't like coming up with their own pictures coloring is a wonderful way to spend a few hours...or minutes.

  • Listening to a book on tape. A nice activity to enjoy with your eyes close and a nice glass of ice tea.

I hope I've offered you a few things to fill your day. I welcome you to share an activity, you enjoy doing during the summer.


Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Sarah Cass - Irresistible

We all have things we find irresistible, don’t we?  For me it’s white-chocolate Kit Kats, Dr. Pepper, the internet, and sponge candy (a Buffalo, NY treat). 

I thought it would be fun to take some characters from my Dominion Falls Series and pick 5 things they find irresistible.  Now, it’s 1871 in Dominion Falls Colorado, so they don’t have Kit Kats and Facebook to be tempted by – so what does tempt them? 

Jane Doe (Heroine)
  1. Cole Mitchell – the Hero, of course. She manages to turn him away on several occasions, but not without a heaping amount of regret.
  2. Books – any book. All books. Books, books, books.
  3. Citing those books (eidetic memory will do that to you).
  4. Nice dresses – despite her openly sexual nature, she dresses like a schoolmarm, and always likes a lovely new dress.
  5. Cole Mitchell….what? I can’t name him twice?  Fine…whiskey. Or maybe sweet cakes from Cora’s restaurant. 

Cole Mitchell (Hero)
  1. Jane Doe – of course. He tries, boy does he try, he doesn’t want, or believe in, love anymore—but Jane gets to him.
  2. Whiskey.
  3. A good game of poker.
  4. A good fight.
  5. Jane…oh, geez, sheesh you guys are picky. Fine…nope, it’s just Jane. He has simple needs. He is a man.

Gilbert Hamm aka. Hammy
  1. Beer
  2. Beer
  3. More beer
  4. Janey (he’s got a little crush)
  5. Beer 

Katherine Daugherty
  1. Norman’s…well, let’s just say it’s a side benefit of sleeping with the telegraph operator. (You’ll have to read Derailed to get the full gist.)
  2. Wearing pants – it creates such a fun stir
  3. Stirring up trouble (and boy does she manage it)
  4. Sweet cakes from Cora’s restaurant.
  5. A nice jaunty hat.

Jackson Krenshaw
  1. Money
  2. Power
  3. Influence
  4. More money
  5. More power
Oh, there are plenty more characters I could tease you with…but maybe we’ll save that for book 3 – Dark Territory.   

What about you – what do you find absolutely irresistible?  


Derailed (Dominion Falls Book 2)

The sins of a past she can’t remember could destroy a present she’ll never forget.
The crimes of her forgotten past threaten the very life Jane Doe has learned to cherish.

Jane is out of time. With a warrant on her head, a maniac out for her blood, and a secret baby on the way, something has to give.

Without Cole Mitchell's help to find the answers, there may be no hope left.

Cole has nowhere left to hide. He unwittingly let Jane into his heart, and is ready to share the secret of his dark past.

Fate has a way of playing its hand, and tragedy strikes. With the world crumbling around them, it's easy to lose faith. If they can't forgive past sins, they have no hope for the future.

Because the noose waits for no man or woman.

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Sarah Cass’s world is regularly turned upside down by her three special-needs kids and loving mate, so she breaks genre barriers, dabbling in horror, straight fiction, and urban fantasy. An ADD tendency leaves her with a variety of interests that include singing, dancing, crafting, cooking, and being a photographer. She fights through the struggles of the day, knowing the battles are her crucible and though she may emerge scarred, she’s also stronger. While busy creating worlds and characters as real to her as her own family, she leads an active online life with her blog, Redefining Perfect, which gives a real and sometimes raw glimpses into her life and art. 

Where to find me:

Redefining Perfect –

Sarah’s StoryLines –

His visage grew blurry and faint. Jane sobbed. “Wait.”


Jane reached out toward the retreating image with a desperate gasp. A hand grasped her arm just before she tumbled off the bench. “No. Wait. I was about to remember.”

“Jane, you all right?” Norman’s weathered face replaced Jake’s, and he kept a tight hold of her arm. “What were you about to remember?”

“I don’t know.” She wiped at the tears starting to escape. “It was a dream. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. I’m fine, just a little disoriented.”

“Ya sure?”

Jane smiled, relaxing when Norman’s face wrinkled into a bright smile. “I’m sure. I didn’t realize I was so tired. I just came by to see if there’d been any response yet.”

His smile faded, and he shook his head. “Not a word, Janey. I can resend it if you want. It’s been a couple weeks since ya sent it.”

“No. If there was going to be a response, it would have already come.” She tried to cover her disappointment. The telegram she’d sent to C. Hodgkins had gone unanswered. It had been her last hope.

Her hand fluttered to her stomach. No, it hadn’t been her last hope. She still held out a little hope for the small life inside. She’d decided to ask Michael to care for the child once it was born. If she was going to be hanged, that is.


Norman’s voice pulled her back from her thoughts, and she felt her cheeks grow warm. She’d totally forgotten he was there. “Sorry. I’m still not fully awake. Go on to lunch, Norman. I think I’ll head to the library.”

“If you’re sure. I’d be happy to walk ya.”

“You’re very kind. I can make it all right. I’ve got my cane, and it’s not terribly far.” To prove her point, she rose and leaned on the cane. “Now go on. I’m going to be slow and enjoy this beautiful day.”

“All right. Good day, Jane.” He tapped his hat and started toward town.

Following at a slower pace, Jane had to pause at the end of the platform. A twinge in her abdomen stretched into a dull ache. She leaned into the building and took a few steadying breaths.

“Falling asleep against the depot?” Laughter trickled through Al’s voice as he hopped down from his horse. “I know you said you weren’t sleeping well, but if this is the case, I have to tell you it isn’t the most effective way to find rest.”

She strained against the tense lock of her jaw to force out a smile. “I have to take my rest where I can get it. No rest for the wicked, you know.”

He offered her his arm, smiling when she took it. “Well, I don’t know about that. You aren’t nearly as wicked as you’ve been made out to be.”

“The rumors do have me painted as quite a soiled dove.”

“Not that you discouraged them in any way. I do recall several occasions that you came to my tent in the middle of the night.”

“To talk. Play cards.”


She smacked him in the arm and laughed. “So I’m no good at poker. Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun playing.”

“No, but you lost quite a few bucks to my men.”

“And to you.”

“I tried to let you win it back. You just kept losing—Jane?”

She gripped his arm when the pain returned, stronger than before. Fear gripped her heart. Something was wrong. This was stronger than any ache she’d had so far. “Oh.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I need to see Daisy.”

“Is it your ankle?”

Her knees buckled when a shock of pain shot through her, right into her back. Al’s arm wrapped tight around her waist to hold her up, and she doubled over. “Al.”

His shout rang in her ear, but she couldn’t make out the words. Colors swirled in front of her eyes, trying to drag her into blissful oblivion. She was scooped up into the air, and she groaned, her head falling against a padded shoulder. A soft cry grew into a whimper. “Hurry.”

“I’m going fast as I can,” Graham snapped. “What in blazes were you doing?”

“Walking,” she groaned. “Why did you—”

“Webb can’t pick you up. He’s still recuperating. I was right there.” Graham wasn’t careful with his steps, and every impact ripped through her.

Her head swam. “Hurry.”

“I’m right here,” Daisy spoke quietly. After shoving Graham out of the room, she took Jane’s hand. “What happened?”

“Something’s wrong. Pain. Help.”

“I’ll do everything I can.”

Thanks Sarah for stopping by and best of luck with your book,



Monday, July 15, 2013

Fun Time at #MFRW Summer Camp

For those of you who didn't go to #MFRW Summer Camp, you can still find information that can be helpful.

Interacting with the instructors was great, but don't let the fact that the camp is over keep you from gaining a world of knowledge.

Not only can you still go out and read the lesson on Coffee Time Romance

You can also get copies of the handout for each class.

I, personally, taught a class and I tried to look in at all the others. There was so much information to learn, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with information overload.

As, I've said many times before this is an awesome group. Not only do they help you learn new ways to market your book, they also offer a great deal of support with any question you might have.

Take a look at the handouts and see if there isn't something you can gain by having these notes and joining this group.

Have a great week,


Friday, July 12, 2013

#MFRW Camp - Cut the Crap

Hi everyone,

I hope you are planning to attend MFRW summer camp. It is a great opportunity to learn all sorts of things.

I'm giving a class on rewriting which is called "Cut the Crap."

If you are like me you spend almost as much time rewriting your book as you do writing your book.

Here is an outline of what I talk about in my class.

1. Fear of Revising-
  •             Losing your voice
  •             In love with your first draft
  •             Under deadline

2. Self-Editing – has two parts 

            Inside the Story - Plot, story, characters 

            Outside the story - basic grammar, word choices - using stronger verbs.

             The story -    
·         Have you written enough?

·         Is there emotion on every page?

·         Are the Five Senses felt on each page?
·         Plot line –

·         Character Development

·         Backstory

·         Pacing

Enter the editing mode 

·         Analyze and measure

·         Clean up passive writing

·         Grammar checks      

·         Final read for flow and to pull it all together. 

·         Formatting your manuscript for a particular publisher.
You'll find the schedule for all the classes here:

It is also available on the MFRW website, on our Summer Camp page, here:
In addition, it will be posted with updates on our Facebook group, here:

Classes start today at noon. All times are Eastern.
Hope you plan on joining in on the fun.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Christine Amsden -- Her Detective book

Cassie Scot: Paranormal Detective
by Christine Amsden


Cassie Scot is the ungifted daughter of powerful sorcerers, born between worlds but belonging to neither. At 21, all she wants is to find a place for herself, but earning a living as a private investigator in the shadow of her family’s reputation isn’t easy. When she is pulled into a paranormal investigation, and tempted by a powerful and handsome sorcerer, she will have to decide where she truly belongs.

At random, I picked up a bottle of perfume from the top shelf and read: “Induces powerful lust. Spray on your intended and make sure you are the first person they see. Lasts about an hour.”

The thing you have to understand about any magic is that there are good ways to use it, and bad ways to use it. The concept of black magic is a hotly debated topic among sorcerers. Even death, in self defense, is a shade of gray. As I stood there, reading the functions of the various love potions, I thought of all the innocent and harmful ways they could be used. A couple in a committed relationship might have a lot of fun with a spray of lust. On the other hand, using it on an unwilling victim...

I shuddered as I replaced the bottle and accidentally knocked one of the neighboring bottles of perfume to the ground. It shattered, splashing perfume all over my open-toed sandals.


“What happened?” Evan asked, his voice hard and alert. I could hear him moving closer.

“Stop! I don't want to see you right now.”

“Which potion was that?” Evan asked, still in that hard-edged voice of command.

I pointed to the row of similar bottles on the top shelf. “Lust.”

One of the little bottles floated away from the shelf, but I did not turn around to see what Evan was doing with it. Instead, I started looking through my purse for a pack of tissues to clean the mess off my feet.

“Cassie, I have some bad news for you.”

“Worse, you mean?”

“This potion doesn't take affect until you actually look at someone. Your hour starts then.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Award-winning author Christine Amsden has written stories since she was eight, always with a touch of the strange or unusual. She became a “serious” writer in 2003, after attending a boot camp with Orson Scott Card. She finished Touch of Fate shortly afterward, then penned The Immortality Virus, which won two awards. Expect many more titles by this up-and-coming author.



Christine will be awarding a $10 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Thanks for stopping by and sharing with us today.


Saturday, July 6, 2013

The Lady and The Lawman

Thank you for joining me on my Blog Tour for my new release, The Lady And The Lawman. I've included a brief excerpt below.  Jennifer
Colorado- 1878

Curled in a ball on the uncomfortable bench seat of the stage, her arm an awkward pillow against the jolts and rocking of the stage, Margaret Atwater snoozed fitfully. The heat was stifling, covering her like a wool blanket in July. Her dress clung to her sweaty skin, her hair damp and sticking to her brow. She'd undone the top few buttons at the neck, revealing the full swell of her breasts above her snug corset. The smallest of adjustment offered a reprieve from the endless warmth and the strict confines of polite society. Who cared about social mores when it was almost too hot to breathe, much less be covered head to toe in linen and cotton?

The leather curtains flapped noisily with each rock or lumbering sway. Rays of intense sun intermittently filtered through and burned through her closed lids. She licked her parched lips, anticipating the next stop on the route like a lost man in a desert finding an oasis. She must look as poorly as she felt. But she didn't care. She was safely away from her fiancé's clutches and that was her sole concern.

It was impossible to say exactly where she was beyond a two days' ride west of St. Louis. She'd lost track in the tedium of horse hooves and the never-ending sway and dip of the stage. If she had to guess, she was somewhere in the new state of Colorado.

Deafening shots rang out, rousing her. “What?” she whispered to herself, clearing her fuzzy head.

A second round of gunfire chipped pieces of wood out of the panel above her head and the stage lurched forward with incredible speed.

“Oh no!” she shouted, instinctively covering her head.

There was no time to panic, or even think. Chunks of wood flew through the air and landed in her hair, on her lap. The uncontrollable swaying had her reaching her arms out, one hand hitting the side of the stage, her fancy East Coast hat toppling off her head.

She spread her legs wide on the floor to help maintain her balance and grunted in an unladylike fashion as she held on. If any of her society friends could see her now, they’d probably faint dead away. Her dress was unbuttoned low enough to expose her ample cleavage the lace on her corset, her hat was crushed beneath her feet, and tendrils of her dark hair fell from its pins. Her dress was stained and wrinkled from travel, and most likely beyond repair.

Through the clamoring leather flap, she could make out a blur of the endless green prairie. A wheel caught on what felt like a deep rut and the stage jumped as if it were a feather in the wind. It fell more like a boulder from a cliff.

Dust kicked up as the stage slid to a rough stop and she coughed in the thick air. The stage—and Margaret—landed on its side, the horses unable to drag the heavy load farther. Whoever fired the gunshots were nearby. She heard their heavy breathing from where she laid, sprawled in a heap, her skirts around her neck.

Wincing, she rubbed her hip where she landed on the corner of the seat. Continuing on, she did a quick assessment of the rest of her body and found only a few sore spots and probably, come tomorrow, many a bruise. Attempting to get her bearings, she looked up at the roof, no, the wall of the stage. Carefully but without any ladylike grace, she pulled herself up to the window to peek out, standing on the other wall and door, which were now the floor. Her legs, tangled in the mess of skirts and petticoats, made it extremely difficult.

Two men on horseback waved their guns and one fired again into the air. Her heart leapt into her throat as she covered her ears and flinched at the deafening sound. Only a squeak escaped her throat, a full scream clogged by fear. She was going to die. Alone, standing in a tipped carriage, a complete mess, shot by bandits or robbers or desperadoes. She'd never contemplated how she would eventually die, but she always assumed she'd be old and gray, and not in the middle of nowhere!


To purchase The Lady And The Lawman- On Amazon-

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Keys to Heaven by Shyla Colt

Key’s to Heaven

Coming July 1st 2013



Born to a fallen angel and a demon, Heavenleigh Spirit has never truly fit in. Shunned, tested, and ridiculed, she’s hardened her heart, building a wall around her none are allowed to scale.  Carving a life for herself running the neutral bar, Purgatory,  she caters to all things winged , clawed, and other. Provided they play nice. When she breaks her middle of the road stance to rescue a newly fallen angel she gets more than she bargained for.

The amnesic angel awakes in the bed of the only woman he’s ever lusted after with nothing more than the knowledge he was sent to protect her. Struggling to remember who he is, and why she’s in danger, he fully embraces the passion between them that blazes hotter than hell fire. When the truth about his mission comes out he must fight to convince herthe love they share is real, and he’s not going anywhere.

In an ironic twist of fate the woman cast aside for a birthright she never asked for holds the keys to the worlds ruin or salvation.



She was almost home when a brilliant flash of life lit up the sky. To anyone else it looked like a falling star, or meteor, but she knew better. The high pitched vibrations coming off the light in waves screamed grace. An angel was falling to earth.  She should go home and mind her own business. The short lived battled ended when she veered to the left. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, she had to see it for myself! When she reached the ‘crash’ site smoke billowed from a wooded area. Parking, she leapt down from the jeep, and jogged into the forest, mindful of roots and fallen logs.  She neared a giant crater in the center of a glen.

Dark shadows began to slither up from the bottom of the trees. The angel would be disoriented and weak. It wouldn’t stand a chance against an attack of this magnitude, especially with its powers depleted. She had an unspoken rule, she pretended she didn’t see the demons and they did the same to her. She couldn’t stand here and watch them massacre this poor soul. Imagine if this had been her mother all those years earlier. Resigned to the stupid act she was about to commit she dug deep down into her soul, tapping into the part of her she liked to leave alone.

Flames licked at her skin as she walked over to stand in front of the sunken earth. Her eyes burned and she knew they’d bleed, When she was at peak power they glowed.  Holding up her hands she admired the flickering, orange fire before she spoke.

“It is under my protection.”

“Since when do you care mid-worlders?” one hissed.  There were four to her one, all lesser lever bottom suckers. She could take them with her hellfire, but it’d cost her. Usage of her demon powers always did.

“Does it really matter?” The flames that surrounded her hands grew, lighting up the area like a bonfire. “Who wants to try me first?”

Whispering rose among them. Time to put on a show. She formed a ring of fire around her and the fallen angel she’d yet to check on.

“Cross it if you dare.”

“You win for now Spirit.” They slinked back into the night, blending seamlessly and she disconnected from her demon side. If she was lucky there wouldn’t be any ill side effects other than being overly bitchy tomorrow. Threat dispatched she spun and examined the hole. The body glowed with holy light, obscuring the details. She sank to her knees and peered over into the edge. Crazy, the smoke rolling out of this hole smells sweet.


As the air cleared she made out a shape cloaked in white. The body twitched.

“I’m here to help you. Can you understand what I’m saying?”  Falling was painful and traumatic. It wasn’t unusual for the angel to forget who they were and why they’d come to earth for a time until their body mended and acclimated to the new environment. The light began to fade, revealing features. She gasped. The angel was hot. A shock of chocolate-brown hair fell over his broad forehead leading into a strong jaw and a dimpled chin. His eyelids lifted revealing cobalt blue irises. She’d never had such naughty thoughts about an angel in her life! She flicked her tongue out to moisten her dry lips and did her best to tamp down her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard and her center throbbed.

“Heavenleigh Spirit. I came here for you.” 

Her jaw dropped. “You what?”

His body went limp and his head fell back as he passed out.

“Son of a bitch.” Jumping beside him she hoisted him onto her shoulders and groaned. “Pal you’re a lot heavier than you look, and that’s saying a lot given who I am.” Gritting her teeth, she gave up on trying to drag him out and released her wings. A few flaps of the powerful black monstrosities and they were out of the hole. By the time she reached the car it was all she could do to place him in the passenger seat and buckle him in.

“Looks like I’m taking you home. Not exactly how I’d like, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers.”

Rounding the car she slipped behind the wheel of her black jeep, peeled out and burned rubber. Chances were someone was looking for him, and it wouldn’t take long before the humans came with their cameras and news crews. 


Author Bio

Told once 'You have to be an author, then you're craziness becomes eccentrics', Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you'd like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at
Buy Link for Keys to Heaven 

Where you can find her

Twitter: @Shylacolt


Monday, July 1, 2013

Just Released - CFO's Affair

Blurb -
Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman.  Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.
Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.
Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?
The door clicked open.
Wrapping his hand around the handle to keep from reaching for her, Vince Wilshire shoved the door open. "Are you ready for this?"
Her face mere inches from his, he noticed a brief flash of panic in her eyes before Sylvia Donovan lifted her chin and stepped through the entrance. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Or probably won't see again."
He understood she meant the task of doing a job, but for some reason his brain registered the sexual implications of the comment. "Oh, man, you're brutal. Some things you know get better with age.”
Matching his steps to hers, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned in close. He whispered beside her ear, "It's all a matter of knowing how to use what you've got."
She shrugged and shifted away from him, eyeing him with a raised brow. "Yes and some people are amateurs, Mr. Wilshire. You, I take it, are an old pro who knows how to wield your sword with the best of them."
Laughter bubbled up into his throat. He marveled at her sassy tone and didn't relinquish his grip. "I must admit I’m very good at a few chosen tasks."
Find it at Amazon.
Will have the 1st chapter up on my website later today.
Thanks everyone,