Her Hometown Redemption Blog Tour

Tuesday, 4 August 2015

Becky Wicks: The Day of The Wave Tour...

              




                 What did you want to be when you grew up?
            
           Strangely I always wanted to be a lollipop lady - one of those ladies who stands at the side of the road and helps kids cross the street?! I think I thought they had a constant supply of lollipops! After that I fancied being a famous singer or member of a girl band, but obviously that wasn't to be. I made do with a lot of singing into my hairbrush instead!
          
                  Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?

            Is this a trick question? I don't think any writers can write without coffee!!

            What genre do you typically read? Why?

             I love all kinds of books, really! I do love a good heart stopping romance though, or a thriller. I'm reading The Bone Clocks at the moment and it's amazing.

           Share a favourite childhood memory.

            My uncle, who's not actually an uncle, more of a family friend used to design treasure hunts that would have four of us kids running round the garden looking for clues and prizes. It was so much fun. I used to love those afternoons of adventure, feeling like pirates looking for treasure!

            Do you have any shameless addictions? ie. Tea, Books, Shoes, Clothes?

             I'm kind of addicted to Instagram - boring but true! I also really love playing my guitar, even though I'm not really all that good!

            What do you think is the biggest challenge of writing a new book?

             Getting past the 30k mark, for sure. I think that's the hardest part as it always feels like it takes the longest. I also love the research, although it's a challenge. I spent a lot of time before starting on The Day Of The Wave making sure I got all my facts straight about the Boxing Day tsunami.

           Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages a day?

             Not really, I try to write when I'm inspired, otherwise it feels like a chore. Mind you though, when I tried to write Before He Was Gone in 5 weeks it was tough to keep going. I stuck to 4000 words a day with that one!

            What are your thoughts on writing a book series?

              I enjoyed writing my Before He Was... series, and I love how the characters are interwoven with each other across three books, but it's somehow not as exciting anymore as writing a damn good standalone (well, that's what I hope I've done here anyway!!)



The Day of the Wave
by Becky Wicks

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BLURB:

Torn apart by the tragedy. Thrown back together ten years later by destiny... Isla and Ben were just sixteen when the Boxing Day tsunami ripped through their beach resort in Thailand. Just days after forming a life-changing bond, both were missing and presumed dead.

Based on real life events, The Day of the Wave is a story of healing, learning to let go, and figuring out when to hold on with everything you have left.


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EXCERPT

It's a clear night by the time we get back to Shady Palms. Izzy promised to go see Lawan again soon and after seeing the way they hugged when we left, I know she sees her as some kind mother figure now. My heart bleeds for what she lost, what happened to her, going through hell in all those hospitals. She didn't want to live for a while. She said it. She actually said it. I felt the same way after losing Toby.

'I can't stop thinking about how your real name is Isla,' I tell her as we walk onto the beach in front of our huts, drop to the sand and gaze out at the glistening ocean. Her head rests on my shoulder and the hair that's come loose from her braids tickles my face.

'You're an island, Izzy,' I say. I say it out loud because I was thinking it, just now at Lawan's when I was watching her mouth move, the scars glistening on her arms in the lamplight. 'You rose above the waves to survive.'

'I never thought about that before.' She drags a finger through the sand. 'Everyone always says I'm one of the lucky ones, but I always wondered why I was left out. Why did I survive when so many other people died?'

'Tell me about it.' I rest my head on hers. 'We both kind of died in it and lived at the same time, I think.'

'You've lived more than me,' she snaps back, almost angrily. 'Being alive is everything, Ben. It's all that matters - the now. I feel like I've been wasting my life so far! I don't want to go back that job, or London.'

'Then don't.'

Her head springs up and her eyes shoot up to mine. Something in her gaze draws me in again, right down those damn corridors into a place I always get lost. I know what she's thinking though, and my stomach knots till my breath shortens and I have to tear my eyes away. She's thinking this is the start of something and it's my fault. The thought is like a fork in a toaster, shooting out warning sparks now, not the good kind. What am I doing, with Izzy of all people?

Don't think about it.

She puts her hand to my cheek, turning me back to her. 'You OK?'

'I'm OK,' I tell her quickly, 'just having a hard time believing this is all happening.'

'Maybe it was supposed to,' she says, shuffling around to sit in front of me, cross-legged, covered in sand. 'Isn't that what you said, at the waterfall?'

'I don't know, Izzy.' I say it under my breath. Her eyebrows knit together but in a second I'm kissing the doubt away, willing the thoughts to stop colliding in my brain; the ones that scream how right she is, and this is, and the ones that scream this has to stop. I pull her back with me. She's in my head and my heart and my soul but I'll hurt her, like I hurt everyone. How could I not, in the end?

Don't think about it.

I kiss her harder and her arms wrap around me till she's on top of me on the sand and I'm swimming in the ocean of her, and not the thoughts that try to drown me every time I get my head above the water

She's good for you.

But Ben. She doesn't know the half of what you know.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Becky Wicks is mostly powered by coffee. She had three travel memoirs published by HarperCollins before going the indie route. Her first book in the Starstruck Series, 'Before He Was Famous' recently reached #1 in Amazon's Coming of Age and New Adult & College categories. The second in the series, 'Before He Was Gone', and the third, 'Before He Was A Secret' are both out now along with 'The Day Of The Wave' - a romance based around the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami.

Becky blogs most days at beckywicks.com and always welcomes distractions on Twitter: @bex_wicks (especially if you have cat photos)










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Monday, 3 August 2015

Harlequin author, Linda Thomas-Sundstrom...

SEDUCED BY THE MOON
by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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BLURB:

Can blood ties be stronger than the passions that rule the heart?

Skylar Donovan has come to her late father’s Colorado cabin to find answers to explain his death. Instead she meets a handsome forest ranger with a dark side. A stranger who is willing to protect her from an unknown assailant. A stranger who also appears in her dreams as something other than a man. He’s werewolf, and he satisfies Skylar Donovan like no mere man ever has.

Gavin Harris was bitten by a monster in the hills he has sworn to protect and now searches for that beast. But his deadly mission unites him with a beautiful blonde bent on a search of her own. Neither is safe from the evil they’re stalking—but the forbidden lust that burns between them might be the greatest danger of all.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Linda is the author of contemporary, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy books for Kensington, Amazon Montlake, GothicScapes, Harlequin Nocturne, and Harlequin Desire. She loves more than anything to write, and has a resident Muse who loudly sings all these stories to her.

Linda swears that all of her books come loaded with good karma for the readers, for helping to support her writing dreams.





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Thursday, 30 July 2015

Welcome Accent Press author, Gilli Allan...

       



      Hi Gilli! Welcome to my blog - It's always great for me to host a fellow RNA member      and as this is your visit with me, I really hope you enjoy your time here. Wishing you        much success and sales with your latest release, Fly or Fall! Let's kick off with my              questions...

1.) What was your first job? Did you like or dislike it? Why?

My first job was as an occasional Saturday girl, at Etams, in Orpington, Kent, where my Aunty Joy was the manageress.  I liked having a bit of extra money, but I can’t say I liked the job. I was still at school, so I must have been just sixteen, and I was deeply shy.  When new customers came into the shop I recall becoming rigid with fear and embarrassment, knowing that I should walk up to them and ask “May I help you?” while all I wanted to do was run away.  And I’d not done the job frequently enough to have become used to it, when my aunt got a promotion to the Bromley branch of Etams. Christmas was approaching and she asked if I’d like to work in the school holidays, for the week leading up to the big day.  My desire for the money overcame my aversion to the job.

I was very susceptible to cystitis in my early teenage years, and anyone who’s had it will know that if you’re suffering with this condition, the very worst thing you can do is stand around. I’d woken on the very first morning of my holiday job with the unmistakable symptoms. I duly presented myself at the shop but I felt worse and worse during the morning.  By lunchtime I admitted to Aunty Joy that I wasn’t well.  She wasn’t pleased but I think she believed me. I looked flushed apparently and probably had a temperature. She sent me home....   but not before I’d used my Etam’s discount to buy myself a Christmas present - a new dressing gown! I didn’t go back.

2.) Do you have a pet peeve? If so what is it?

One of the things I hate about the world we now live in is litter.  I cannot get my head around why some people think it’s all right to take a mattress or an old fridge out into the countryside and dump it.  Are they blind or completely insensitive to the way they’re despoiling the landscape?
But I suppose they think “out of sight out of mind.” If they don’t live there, they don’t care.  Their unwanted ‘stuff’ becomes someone else’s problem.  I don’t approve of this attitude but I suppose there is a kind of logic to it.

I know I’m very privileged to live in a beautiful part of the country, and that life for the majority is ever more urban. But this doesn’t explain why people are so slovenly in the towns where they live and work? Why do they open their car windows and throw bottles, cans, and cigarette packets out into the street? Why do they empty their car ash trays onto the ground in car parks?  Why do they drop the paper and packaging from their fast food purchases on the pavement?

Wherever people live, isn’t it more pleasant to live in surroundings that don’t have plastic bags caught in the branches of roadside trees, where there isn’t filth and detritus scattered across pavements, and clogging the gutters?

3.) Would you describe your style as shabby chic, timeless elegance, eclectic, country or ___­­­_?

I don’t buy fashion magazines and don’t pay a lot of attention to what the well dressed woman is wearing. And certainly not the well dressed woman of my age!  Most of the time, I have to admit, I’m just shabby - there’s not much chic going on. I don’t go shopping for clothes frequently, but when I do I love a bargain.  I will never buy something just because it’s cheap, however. I have to be able to envisage what it will go with.  The colour is all important.  You may not think it to look at me, but I will agonise over what goes with what, and will never wear two items of clothing together (even at home in shabby mode) that, in my view, clash.  

But one thing is constant. I am usually in trousers. For many years I have been afflicted by the conviction that as soon as I put on a frock I look like Edna Everedge; and that I look like a Christmas tree as soon as I wear any jewellery other than earrings.  This doesn’t mean I never wear dresses and necklaces, but it’s very infrequent. If I’m going out to a daytime event - lunch, or seeing friends - I suppose you’d describe my style as country - if by country you mean jeans or chinos, Tee shirts, shirts, cardigans etc. But going out in the evening my style is more eclectic. So when preparing for a ‘do’, I love teaming items from my wardrobe that individually might be old, cheap, or a lucky find from a ‘hippy’ shop, and creating ‘an outfit’.

4.) Tell me about your book { FLY OR FALL } and where you got your inspiration for it?

When I first started writing FLY OR FALL it was not as a result of a single, lightning bolt of inspiration. I did then what I’d done before and what I’ve done since, I began to think about my own life and of some incident or experience I could use as a jumping off point.  The only event I came up with was moving house, which we’d done a few years previously.  I’d moved house quite willingly - in fact it had been at my instigation - but for whatever reason I came up with the idea of a woman who is somehow forced into moving against her will, and I began to reflect on the possible ‘hows’ and ‘whys’.

Eleanor - known as Nell - thinks of herself as a wimp.  Even though her life has not been easy, she clings to the safety of the familiar. Married young and dependent on her teacher husband’s wage, Nell has stayed at home, in Battersea, with her children and her increasingly invalid mother.  Following the death of her mother the family’s fortunes suddenly change.  Trevor, is wildly enthusiastic about their ‘move up in the world’; he plans to give up teaching and move house away from London.  Nell, however, is gripped by a nebulous fear of some unknown disaster waiting to trip them all up, but her husband, steamrollers her objections.

Now in her early thirties, and living in an unfamiliar landscape away from old friends, Nell feels cast adrift.  She is increasingly aware that Trevor is no longer the man she married, and their young teenage twins, Jonathan and Juliet, are grumpy and difficult. The women she meets, Felicity and Katherine, seem shallow and promiscuous. The new house is unwelcoming and needs modernisation; she’s thrust into a continuing chaos of rubble and renovation.  Patrick, one of the men working for the building firm, is infamous as a local Lothario, but he doesn’t make a pass at her. At first she’s grateful - she’s not that kind of woman - but her feelings towards him grow increasingly confused and ambivalent. 
When Nell takes a bar job at the local sports club, she is exposed to an overheated atmosphere of flirtation and gossip. Influenced by her new friends and the world in which she now moves, she begins to blossom and to take pleasure in the possibilities which seem to be opening up for her. She meets and forms a deeper friendship with the quirky, new-age Elizabeth, a very different character to her other friends.  As Nell begins to enjoy herself and to become enthusiastic about her life, it seems her husband is on a downward trajectory, on the opposite end of a cosmic seesaw.  When she is pursued by a beautiful and enigmatic young man, called Angel, she is tempted into behaviour she would never previously have imagined herself capable. The earthquake, felt as a tremor of apprehension at the start of the story, rumbles through her life and the lives of those around her.  When the dust settles nothing is as she previously understood it. 
FLY OR FALL follows the dismantling of all of Nell’s certainties, her preconceptions and her moral code. Unwelcome truths about her friends, her husband, her teenage children and even herself are revealed.  Relationships are not what they seem. The hostility between brothers is exposed and finally explained. And the love that blossoms unexpectedly from the wreckage of her life is doomed, as she acknowledges the hair’s breadth between wishful thinking, self-deception and lies. By the conclusion of  FLY OR FALL everything has altered for Nell, the woman who doesn’t like change. But she has rebuilt herself as a different person, a braver person, and she has embarked with optimism on a totally transformed life, a life that offers the chance of love.

5.)    How much of your book is realistic

I’d not got very far with FLY OR FALL when my life was thrown into chaos by two events which mirrored plot points in my developing story.  My mother died and my husband was head-hunted. We moved to a part of the country neither of us knew, or had any connection to.  At this point I decided to put the book away for a while.  In fact, it stayed on the shelf for many years, years in which I tucked away a lot of real life experience that later emerged in the book. 


6.)   Who is your role model? Why?

   I’ve wracked my brains over this question.  There are many individuals I admire, but I        wouldn’t call them role models.  So I’m going to plump for my mother.  As I said               earlier, she died too young, and I’ve missed her very deeply ever since. 
   
    I’m lucky to have my parents’ letters, those written to one another through the war             years, which shines a light on their early relationship. My mother was from a very             respectable but, working-class, family. My father’s background was middle-class, but       his arty, musical and theatrical parents had fallen on hard times. He patently saw                  himself as a bit of an intellectual, a Professor Higgins to his own Eliza Doolittle. At the     time my mother accepted his own estimation of himself and, in her letters, seems               almost overawed and grateful to be the beneficiary of his pearls of wisdom.     
   
    The woman I knew was very bright - probably brighter than her husband - feisty,                  independent, strong and well read.  My dad was a graphic designer but she was an           artist in her own right - an oil painter. She was interested in left-wing politics, was an          early adopter of environmental concerns and of the ideals that inspired women’s lib.          Most of all, she wouldn’t take any old nonsense from my dad.  
  
7.)  What are your ambitions for your writing career?

Money, fame and celebrity would all be welcome, although the older I get, the less I hanker after the last two. In fact, money isn’t all that important either.  Enough to get by is all I need.  The only thing money provides is the evidence that you’ve sold a lot of books, and that is my primary ambition. I want people to read my books and to tell me they enjoyed them.  Although I wouldn’t say no to a six figure advance and a film deal!

8.)  Share one fact about yourself that would surprise people.
     
    My life is an open book and not very surprising.  OK, there is one story which I don’t         think I’ve told in public. I was about 18 or 19 when I met a bloke at a party who took a       fancy to me.  His name.... well, perhaps I won’t tell you his name, but he claimed to            work as a publicist in the music business.  I had largely overcome my aversion to shop     work by this time and, following two years at art college, was working at Peter                   Robinsons (a ‘ladies’ department store in the Strand, which no longer exists but which       spawned Top Shop). He called me at work one day and I asked me to visit him at his         flat, that evening. Although I wasn’t very experienced in those days, I thought the very       least a man could do was give me a bit more notice, and take me out. But he claimed to      be banned from driving, which might well have been true, although I suspect the real         reason was that I wasn’t glamorous enough to be seen in public with him.  I wasn’t a          model or a pop singer or a starlet.
     I made excuses on that occasion, but he was persistent and kept phoning me.                      Eventually we made a date. His flat was in Ovington Gardens, a road off                            Knightsbridge, just along from Harrods, so I guess he was (or might have been) what        he said he was*.  The flat was fairly bohemian, as far as I recall, but it had an elaborate      quadraphonic sound system which he was patently proud of.  I think he fed me and            played me music, and then it was time to get down to the real business of the evening.    
    As I said, I wasn’t very experienced, but I did like kissing.  So there was a bit of that,         and then things began to get a bit more heavy and serious.  But I wasn’t keen on things       getting more heavy and serious ... and I bit his tongue.

    I have never known a mood to change so rapidly.  I think I really hurt him.  He was           upset and angry, and I very quickly left the flat. And that was the last I saw of him.  I         am quite convinced he had every intention of tumbling me into bed, and possibly                keeping me as a spare ‘not to seen with’ girlfriend. But my biting his tongue put paid          to that plan.  And, as it happened, he’d have had a hard job getting me into bed unless        he wanted to force the issue. I was very choosy and for all his connections to a world I      longed to be associated with, I just didn’t fancy him enough. He had ginger hair!


    *NB. I have just googled this man and, apart from him now being dead (I’m obviously       sorry to hear this) his Wikipedia entry says he was “ the most successful and sought           after rock publicist in London” (60s/70s). Would my life have been different if I hadn’t     bitten his tongue?
     
     Blurb for Fly or Fall...
     Will the allure of the unknown ever overcome the fear of stepping away from solid                 ground? 

Wife and mother, Nell, fears change, but it is forced upon her by her manipulative husband, Trevor. Finding herself in a new world of flirtation and casual infidelity, her principles are undermined and she’s tempted. Should she emulate the behaviour of her new friends or stick with the safe and familiar?

But everything Nell has accepted at face value has a dark side. Everyone - even her nearest and dearest - has been lying. She’s even deceived herself. The presentiment of disaster, first felt as a tremor at the start of the story, rumbles into a full blown earthquake. When the dust settles, nothing is as it previously seemed. And when an unlikely love blossoms from the wreckage of her life, she fears it is doomed.

The future, for the woman who feared change, is irrevocably altered. But has she been broken, or has she transformed herself?
      
    

My Links
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Books:
TORN MyBook.to/gilliallansTORN (universal) or 

 

FLY OR FALL- myBook.to/GilliAllan (universal)


Biography

Gilli Allan started to write in childhood, a hobby only abandoned when real life supplanted the fiction. Gilli didn’t go to Oxford or Cambridge but, after just enough exam passes to squeak in, she attended Croydon Art College.
She didn’t work on any of the broadsheets, in publishing or television. Instead she was a shop assistant, a beauty consultant and a barmaid before landing her dream job as an illustrator in advertising. It was only when she was at home with her young son that Gilli began writing seriously. Her first two novels were quickly published, but when her publisher ceased to trade, Gilli went independent. 
Over the years, Gilli has been a school governor, a contributor to local newspapers, and a driving force behind the community shop in her Gloucestershire village.  Still a keen artist, she designs Christmas cards and has begun book illustration. Gilli is particularly delighted to have recently gained a new mainstream publisher - Accent Press. FLY OR FALL is the second book to be published in the three book deal.


Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Welcome romance author, Deborah Camp...




Have you ever had an imaginary friend?
When I was a kid, I did have imaginary friends. I was sort of an only child – my only sibling was 10 years older than me – so I learned to enjoy the pleasure of my own company. But I also dreamed up friends or I transported myself into their TV or movie world and acted out adventures with them. I still do this. When I’m thinking of a pivotal scene, I find myself talking it out – aloud – to see how it sounds and if it feels authentic.

Do you have any phobias?
Not really, although when I was young I was afraid of the dark. I always had to have a nightlight on. One of the main characters in my Mind’s Eye series – Levi Wolfe – has several phobias, so I’ve been researching them.

Do you listen to music when you're writing?
Not usually, but I do sometimes. I used to have the TV on all the time for white noise, but I don’t do that anymore. Occasionally, especially when I’m writing a love/sex scene, I’ll listen to music. My problem is that I used to be a singer, so it’s hard for me to listen to someone singing and not what to sing, too! So, I will listen to orchestral music sometimes when I’m writing.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
I used to read ALL of my novels aloud because I was in a critique group for more than a decade and that’s what we did – we read a chapter aloud and everyone offered their opinion of it. It was a great way to hone my writing and to “hear” how my book sounded. I will still read sections of my work aloud to listen to how it flows. Actually, it’s better to have someone else read your work. You know how you WANT dialogue to sound, but a “cold” reader doesn’t. So, you can sometimes fix dialogue to make the reader hear it the way you want it heard. Or when a reader stumbles over something, you know to create a better sentence structure so that it flows more naturally.
Tell us about your main character and who inspired him/her.


I owe a huge debt of gratitude to E.L. James. Levi Wolfe came to life for me after I read “Fifty Shades of Grey.” Levi had been lurking in my head for a long time. I have a “thing” for tragic, misunderstood protagonists. For example, I’m mad for Mr. Darcy in “Pride and Prejudice.” I love those bad boys with hearts of gold. I wanted to write a book about psychics – something more procedural and not so mystical. I wanted a male protagonist who appeared to be someone on the outside and was someone quite different on the inside. And I wanted a heroine who instantly sees through his fa├žade and knows there is a sweet, conflicted, exceptional heart beating under that suit of armor he’s built around himself. For some reason, when I read “Fifty Shades of Grey” and its sequels, they gave me the courage I needed to go ahead and write the books that had been niggling at me for years. I had mentioned the idea for the books to several editors and a couple of agents and had been steered away from them. But being a successful writer is about taking chances and taking punches and rolling with them. Bolstered by my “Fifty” rebirth, I decided to write the books that burned inside me and not worry about whether anyone would like them. I figured that if I love Levi, I’ll find a reading audience for him eventually.


Through His Heart
by Deborah Camp

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BLURB:

“Sending you an SOS.”

When psychic Trudy Tucker hears this plaintive cry in her mind and then connects psychically with a little girl’s kidnapper, she is drawn to a small town in Missouri where everyone is suspect – including herself and her lover, celebrated psychic detective Levi Wolfe. As she and Levi work together to sort through whom and what to trust, an innocent life hangs in the balance.


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EXCERPT

Levi shifted his shoulders as if a weight had settled on them and his black brows knitted. His thick, sooty lashes tapped his cheeks as he squirmed a little. After taking a lung-filling breath, he let it escape in a long hiss. Trudy wondered what he was experiencing, what was going on in that brilliant mind of his. What did he see? Shadows moving in the distance? Souls stepping forward? A young girl emerging and answering his call? From the movement of his eyes behind his closed lids, she knew he was there . . . there among the spirits.

“Gregory,” he whispered.

His spirit guide! She sat forward, watching, waiting. He hadn’t connected with Gregory very much during the past few months. He’d told her that it bothered him, but that Gregory had reminded him that he only appeared when Levi needed guidance or centering. So, why had he appeared now? Was Levi having trouble? Had she been wrong to prod him into looking for Rachel over there?

“What’s going on?” Levi asked, his raspy voice carrying a sliver of doubt. “Who’s that? Is it . . . that’s not . . . no. No!” His eyes opened, wide and wild. He gasped for breath and emitted little grunts of panic with each exhale.

Trudy’s heart and spirits plummeted. “You saw her there? Rachel’s there?” A sob tore at her throat. How could she tell AmyLynn? Did the FBI know already?

“No . . . I . . .” Levi shot to his feet and scrubbed his face with his hands. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“She’s there? Oh, my God, she’s dead. He killed her.” Trudy wrapped her arms around herself as she began to shake with the horrible knowledge. She’d failed. She’d been useless. Ineffective. A bad joke. The little girl . . . gone. Gone!

“I didn’t see Rachel.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author of more than 40 novels, Deborah lives in Oklahoma. She has been a full-time writer since she graduated from the University of Tulsa. She worked for a few years as a reporter for newspapers before becoming a freelance writer. Deborah’s first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, and Avon. She has been inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she is a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She is widely published in non-fiction and writes and edits for a magazine focused on small businesses. Deborah taught fiction writing for more than 10 years at a community college. She is currently working on a series of novels featuring two psychics who work with police nationwide to identify and track serial murderers.

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All of her novels are available on Amazon as ebooks


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